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I posted on Craigslist the other day that I wanted to suck, rim and bottom for straight dudes. I got hit on a lot, most of which turned out to be obvious gay guys posing as straight. Now, I have nothing against other gay guys, but I get a real thrill by servicing horny straight dudes. After all, that what what my advertisement said I was looking for. After wading through all the Craigslist Flakes, I decided on a guy that said he was in the Air Force and was living just off base at an apartment one block from the main gate at Nellis AF Base in North Las Vegas. His pics were really hot, so I was willing to drive totally across the valley to the AF Base to service this hot soldier. I got to his apt. right on time. He met me in the lobby and I took the elevator up to his floor. It was a spartan studio apartment, but was as clean and tidy as you'd expect a military guy's room. We began to undress and he asked me, "Do you want a quick suck and go? Or do you want to go for awhile? If you want to go for awhile, I've got a shot I can put in my dick that will keep me hard for an hour or two. I can easily cum two or three times if I use it. How much time you got?" "A shot in your dick?" I asked. I'd never heard of that. "Yeah. It's for ED. I don't have ED, but, I love to fuck and fuck for hours so I asked my doctor to give me a prescription. I get four shots a month. I don't want to waste it if you're a quick suck and go, but if you want to suck and fuck for an hour or so, I'll take the shot. It just takes a few minutes to work. Plus, sometimes when I'm fucking a guy, it feels good, but I can't always keep an erection for a long time with a guy. But, with this shot, I have no problem. My dick won't go down even after I cum. Should I take it?" he asked. He was a really good looking young man in his late 20's. Kind of on the short side, but muscular. Had a "rough around the edges" good looks to him. And his soft dick even looked impressive. So, I was game to go for awhile with him. "Sure. Go ahead. Let's fuck and play for awhile," I replied. He went into the bathroom and injected this stuff into his cock. He came out after a few minutes, his semi-hard cock leading the way. Taking a seat facing me, he began to stroke himself a bit. His cock continued to grow and lengthen. So I grabbed my poppers, took a deep hit, dropped to my knees and began to suck on his military cock. It continued to grow and swell in my mouth. Then he stood up and completely undressed, his naked body on full view - except for the white socks he was wearing. I leaned forward and resumed sucking his straight cock, fully engaged with his cock for the next five or six minutes. Then I asked "You wanna fuck me?" "In a minute", he said. "I want to cum in your mouth first. I'll fuck you for the second load," he replied as he again took his seat. I continued to suck his now rock hard cock, and at one point moved to to lick his asshole, but he stopped me saying he'd never had that done and wasn't sure he wanted that., be clearly loved the attention I was giving his cock and smooth, hairless balls. After about six minutes of sucking he shot his first load into my mouth. Kind of bitter tasting, and that taste could have been from the ED meds he had injected into his cock., but still I swallowed his load. Afterwards I took a seat to catch my breath. As I did so, he continued to stroke his still hard cock. "Show me that ass, fag. Show me where my dick is gonna go in your faggoty ass," he ordered. I stripped naked, and knelt on the edge of his small double bed. I'd brought some lube and lubed up my hole for him, then handed the lube up to him to use. As I looked back to hand him the lube, I could see him opening a condom package. "You can fuck me bare, if you want," I told him. "Nah. I use condoms on you fags. Not taking any chances. I'm sure you're a whore like most fags are," he grumbled. I hate condoms, but I wanted his cock in me, so I said nothing. Soon he had rammed up into me in one swift thrust. He grabbed me around the waist and was pumping into me with great force. He was a completely silent top, the only sound was the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass as he pounded into me. And the occasional grunt that I would let out when he slammed into me extra hard. No wonder this guy was in such good shape and had such a rock hard, washboard stomach. He could really fuck. He didn't seem to tire as he continually rammed up into me. He was using a lot of force and was a brutal fucker. But, I was loving it. It felt great to have this straight soldier using my faggot ass for his pleasure. I kept sniffing my poppers as he assaulted my hole with his dick. After close to 15 minutes of fucking, he pulled out and exclaimed "Shit! The condom broke." He walked away and opened a drawer. "Shit!" he again said, adding "I thought I had more condoms. You got any?" he asked. "No. I didn't bring any," I replied. He shut the drawer and walked back behind me. "Fuck it!" I can't stop now. I got to shoot another load or two. You're clean, right?" he asked. "Yeah," was all I said. He immediately slammed his now raw cock back into me. Fuck! That was what I wanted. I definitely preferred the feel of a raw cock in my ass. I had come to hate the feel of a condom, whereas his raw cock felt awesome. So I was not unhappy when his rock hard cock again began an assault on my ass. This guy could really fuck. It required another 15 or 20 minutes of intense pounding before he finally let out a soft groan as his cock filled my ass with his load. My ass milked as much of his straight sperm into me as I could get. He pulled out and plopped back down onto his chair, sweating up a storm as his chest heaved with excitement. I loved the fuck. And also loved that he had blown his load into me, but still I was glad it was over. My inner thighs couldn't take much more of being in that position. We both sat there for a few moments breathing hard. Finally he got up, walked to the fridge and pulled out two small bottles of water. He handed me one and we both drank them down quickly. As he sat back down, across from me, I could see that his cock was still rock hard. After I caught my breath and had had some more sips of the cold water, I again dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. Sucking it and tasting his cum and my ass on his cock. I sucked him for about five minutes, then he stood up and began to stroke his cock fast and furiously. As I saw his face contort, I could tell he was close to cumming. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Even having cum twice before, he shot a huge load on me. Some went in my mouth. But more went in my eyes, in my hair and all over my goatee. I loved the feel of his hot cum spraying all over my face. I had a handkerchief in my pocket and pulled it out to wipe his cum from my eyes. My face felt sticky. And I loved it. I wiped what cum I could from my face and tasted it. Still bitter tasting, but still I loved tasting his straight sperm. I got up and dressed, thanked him for his loads and headed back home. This morning I woke up to a text from him, asking when I would again be free. He also said I could be his cum receptacle whenever I was up his way. I intend to accommodate his schedule as much as I'm able.

** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** ************************************************************************************************************************* He was seated at the bar, drinking with a couple of guys. From his loud laughter, and the silly things he was blurting out, as well as his overall behavior, it was clear to me he was quite drunk. But on the other hand, he was quite sexy. He was, of course, young, no doubt just over 18. The guys recognized him being intoxicated and touched him inappropriately all the time. They grabbed his ass or rubbed his junk while passing him by. He never complained about it. He just grinned like a fool, feeling probably flattered to be the center of the attention. So I tried my luck and ordered a drink at the bar and while standing close to the drunk twink I let my hand slip into his low hip jeans on his backside and my middle finger moved downwards between his ass cheeks, just to find his hole. I pressed my finger against his hole and he relaxed it and let me pass his sphincter. What a slut, I thought to myself. I gave him a cheeky grin and then went back to the two fellows I was with that night. We were all biohazard stallions and we were, let’s put it this way, interested in the youthful guy. He blinked at me and then moved to the back area, where the darkroom was. My mates fist bumped me and cheered, while I got up from my chair I told them to be nearby, in case…. Getting into the backroom my eyes had to adjust to the dimmed light. I saw him wandering about, but I doubted he would actually be notice all the guys lurking about. The risk was too high, that another dick would grab him first and so I hurried up and greeted him with my low voice. He tried to focus me and then showed a foolish smile asking me, if I was the guy fingering outside. I laughed and nodded to that. “You know… I think I had a drink too much and all the jocks look the same to me. Just a big bulge…..” he claimed. “Oh that’s okay…. you are nothing more than a hole to me.” I replied and although my answer was quite reducing him he flashed another smile. “How about three big cocks?” I asked him referring to my two friends. “I guess it would be okay, but we have to play safe. Okay? My boyfriend is out of town and we are faithful to each other. FAITHFUL (in a loud voice). That’s why you can’t fuck me, but it is okay to fuck me now….” he babbled. Such a wasted guy… I signaled my friends to attend me and so they appeared out of the darkness and greeted the teen. “Hey guys – can I touch your bulges to see if you are well endowed?” he asked us. He massaged each of our bulges and seemed to be satisfied to feel 9+ inches of hard cock meat. We looked for a dark corner and there we turned him around, so that he faced the wall. I opened his jeans and lowered them. They fell to the ground and revealed a beautiful round ass. “Don’t forget the condom” he whispered. “Of course not, but let me first finger you. Get you ready for my fat dick.” I suggested and used a bit lube on my fingers and entered his hole with three fingers at once. I crouched behind him, to get a good angle to finger fuck him roughly. He was moaning and enjoyed it obviously. After a while I used only my index finger and my middle finger to actually scratch him from the inside, while pulling my fingers out. I repeated it over and over again and he complained about the growing pain. I told him that I had to prepare him for the hard fuck, but that I would soon been done. I had to rely on my handy work and so I got up and started lubing up my dick. “Sorry guys… but I can’t get hard. Too much alcohol I guess” he giggled. “Never mind, just let us charge your cunt up and we are gone anyway” I replied. “Give him some poppers” I told one of my friends. He handed the boy the brown bottle and told him to use it. “How?” he asked seriously. “I don’t do drugs” he added. “That’s not a drug baby, it is something to inhale to make you feel horny for cocks” I explained. You can keep the bottle afterwards, in case you want to enjoy some other gentlemen dicks in here. “The condom on your cock already?” he asked while he opened the bottle with a ‘plop’ and then sniffed at the bottle opening, while a pal pressed against his other nose opening. ‘Whoooosh’ “Oh my…. oh fuck…. what is this…..” he stuttered. My friends helped him stay on his feet. I parted his ass cheeks in the meanwhile and entered his soft asshole raw. “Oh fuck, this is it…. oh it feels so good. man…. fuck me hard…. fuck me hard into my pussy” he moaned. We made him inhale more of the poppers and every time he was almost freaking out and begging me to fuck deeper into his body. Of course I rammed my whole cock hard into him. This wasn’t supposed to be a romantic affair. This was hardcore POZ fucking. I fucked my dick hard into his hole, trying to inflict even more damage with every thrust I could muster. “You want to get your slut ass charged?” I whispered into his ears, while he experienced one rush after another. He nodded only “Tell me loud, that I can charge your cunt up” I advised him with my low and calm voice. “Fuck me hard into my ass…. (and then louder) Charge my slut ass up” he exclaimed. I grunted and held him by the shoulders, while I was speed-fucking him now. This put me over the edge and my toxic semen erupted inside his ass. My cock gushed five times and I kept on fucking him, to make sure my seed would infiltrate his body soon. After I pulled my cock out, I pretended I would get rid of the condom and stuffed my dick back into my jeans. My pal was next and I told him, while taking his place, to think about the condom. “Yes…. safety first please…. I don’t want to get sick by these…. sick…. bastards….” he repeated himself and took another good whiff. “I think there is enough lube left in there” my friend said with a smirking face. Without hesitance he entered the twink’s ass, who had one POZ load already inside his body…

I had been lurking on bbrt, getting hard to bug chasing fiction on here and jerking off to verbal poz porn on tumblr for a couple of years before I finally took my first toxic plunge. It was just before my 30th birthday and I was in my prime, 6ft, boy next door good looks, tight gym body with a round peach of an ass covered in soft fair bum fluff. I was turning heads in the bar and clubs but I was finding safe and vanilla hook ups didn't do it for me anymore. The sight of a condom in person or in porn was an instant boner killer. I started spending more and more time fantasizing about getting knocked up and began chatting to guys on bbrt. I lived in a small city with an even smaller and discreet bareback scene, at the time there weren't many open bug chasers even on bbrt. I'd already been through a couple of profiles and chickened out on few meets and was finding it difficult to find verbal gift givers, most guys were undetectable and looking for the same. It was a Friday night and work had been a bitch that week. I picked up some weed and beers and settled in for a night of cruising for raw cock. I don't know what clicked in my mind that night, whether it was my looming 30th birthday, the shitty week in work or the disappointing sex of late but I knew that night I would finally let my neg hole be flooded with a toxic load. I was getting a nice buzz from the weed and beer and had some filthy porn on in the back round. It was the kind where the guys were all obviously poz and even implied in some scenes that Toxic tops were pozzing neg bottoms without outright saying it, it gave me an idea to take a different approach online. Logging onto BBRT, I edited my profile, taking out any overt references to being a bug chaser and changing my status to "ask me" instead of "don't know, don't care." If tops could stealth then I could be a stealth bottom and steal the strain I craved. Before I saw what I wanted. His profile described a hung top in his 50s, status "poz" not "undetectable" which really got my attention, and seemed to be close by. Perfect! I messaged him and unlocked all my pics. He got back to me straight away, turns out he was a stoner and was at home high and horny too. We got though all the online pleasantries quickly, he could host and was only a short walk from my place, we were sexually compatible and both up for meeting now. Neither of us asked or disclosed our status in the messages. I supposed he assumed I was poz and, like many others on the site, was being discreet. I asked him to unlock his pics, it was a formality on my part I knew I was ready to give up my hole to him from our brief exchange but it would be nice to get a look first. The notification came through and I nearly came there and then. I was greeted by pics of an obviously wasted body and what once would have been a handsome face but was now sunken and had lined cheeks, mouth and eyes that gave him the appearance of cheeky chappy who would rough me up. Hanging between his skin and bone legs was a veiny flaccid monster, there was more meat on his poz cock than any of his other limbs. He didn't have any fully erect pics but I didn't need to see any more. We swapped numbers, he texted his address and we arranged to meet. I hit the shower and while douching had precum dripping from the semi I had since seeing his pics. It was always at this point before where I would text with some lame excuse to cancel and go have a wank thinking about what could have been. This night was different, although my heart was pounding out of my chest it was with pure excitement not anxiety. My cock was hard the whole 15 minute walk to his place, my hole was twitching with anticipation and instead of any conflicted thoughts I was filled with a focused, frenzied desire to take this strangers poz, hopefully unmedicated cum in my neg cunt. I arrived at the address and text to let him know I was outside, minutes later he was opening the door and leading me to his "flat" at the top of the house. It was more of a efficiency, containing little more than a couch facing a TV, a small bed in the corner, and a kitchen alcove, and what at first glance appeared to be a closet was actually an en suite bathroom. As soon as we were in the door we embraced and kissed. He was somewhat shorter than my height, but the kiss we shared ignited something it both of us and we could both tell we were in for a good night. His frail, small body felt so warm in my arms and instantly put me at ease. We moved to the couch were a joint was waiting, from the first kiss we were never not touching one another, a hand on a knee, a stolen kiss, caressing our hard-ons through our jeans. We were obviously from different worlds but had an instant connection. We made some easy small talk and finished the joint while watching some porn which would not be needed to get me going. I moved off the couch onto my knees and unleashed his hard cock from his jeans. The virus might have done a number on his body and his face but his cock was pristine, a good nine inches with a slight upwards curve, a wet purple head covered in the softest foreskin. When I took it in my mouth I could feel the veins pumping, filled with the poison I was here to take home with me. I didn't take long for us to get naked and onto his bed, his skinny smooth body felt amazing on top of my muscled frame. We were wild for each other, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had his toxic cum pumping deep in my hole. I lay back and began to finger my hole giving him a little show, the look on his face was priceless. He was the cat who got the cream, I imagined he couldn't believe his luck having a hot young guy ready to be fucked raw. How was he to know I was the one in absolute awe of him and the poz gift he was going to unknowingly give me. Soon I was flipped onto all fours with his tongue in my sweaty hole, I was moaning like a bitch in heat. He pulled me back to him and I kissed him from behind tasting my ass in his mouth. While we were making out he lined up that perfect poz cock with my neg boy pussy. I fell back into doggie style as he pushed into my wet hole. I was in heaven, I finally had a toxic cock inside me. I arched my back and backed up fully onto that monster, wordlessly letting him know there was no need to be gentle and he got the message and went to town on my greedy cunt. We bucked and fucked in perfect unison. I had a raging boner which I never normally had when getting fucked before, I was feeling new levels pleasure in my mind, hole and dick I had never felt before. I begged him to "breed my hole" and "give me his load" and he responded likewise. Amazingly in my state of bug chaser ecstasy I managed not to let out the usual poz buzz words and give away he was knocking me up, I doubt he would have cared at that stage but I wasn't taking any chances he would pull out. I began to feel his cock getting even harder in me and those tell tale pulses, he was about to cum. I started to squeeze my now loosened hole around his beautiful poz prick. I turned my head and met his eyes, gave him a cheeky smile and told him to "give it to me." He didn't need telling twice and started to slam into my neg cunt. I almost couldn't believe it - his more-than-likely toxic poz cum was going to flood my guts! Additionally, for the first time fucking had never before felt so right and free. I reached for my for my fully erect cock and with one stroke let loose the hardest longest orgasm I had ever felt, spurts and spurts of useless neg jizz landing on the bed spread. This set off a chain reaction in my cunt, he seemed to have an equal orgasm to mine. I felt spasm after spasm inside me, the precious gift deposited deep in me that I was going to try and hold onto, hopefully to regift if it took. He pulled out and I turned around to clean off his cock, licking his sweaty balls, taking in the smell of him, moving my tongue up his torso to his lips and fell back onto the bed in a euphoric embrace. We lay there in after glow bliss kissing and caressing each other, running our hands up our spines inducing those after cum shivers I love. I felt reborn anew lying there, a new clarity had come over me, gone was the indecisiveness and the shame. I had made fantasy reality and it was more than I could have imagined. There was no going back. I knew now for certain I was meant to convert, it was my destiny to be free, to be a poz cum dump. The whole hook up had seemed to fly by but I checked my phone and a couple of hours had passed by, we were both spent and called it a night, agreeing to do it again soon. I was overjoyed leaving and now I was grinning like the cat who got the poison cream. I left my unwitting gifter with a passionate kiss on the doorstep and practically skipped home with his dirty load inside my ass. Several weeks later I came down with a nasty flu. I had to take a sick day from work it was so bad. Still being a horny bastard and bored at home I logged into bbrt and saw him online. He must have noticed me online as I got a text message from him looking for a hook up. I told him I was sick and decided to bring up the fact that I was neg, I asked if he thought there might be a change he could have pozzed me. He text back that there could be, he had health complications and wasn't always 100% with his meds, hence his "poz" status on bbrt. He seemed to worry then and responded with apologies, I told him not to worry that it was what I wanted I knew what I was doing. He replied by text that he presumed I was poz because "Poz guys are always amazing in bed." Turns out he was right.

I was having some drinks at my local gay bar and went into Grindr where a hot furry muscled guy contacted me, mentioning a nearby sleazy bar with which I somehow wasn't familiar, especially as the sleazy bar was equipped with dark rooms. After a few rounds of trading pics and words, I met up with him and a few other of his lads and wasted no time in seeking out the basement of the sleazy bar. There wasn't, however, much action in the basement, just a handful of middle aged guys waiting for some action to start. Not one to waste time, I knelt down. Immediately my furry muscle guy pulled out his juicy package. He was already leaking precum. I hastily stuffed it into my mouth and start enjoying his dick. His Friend start to lube my arse from behind and he slid into my hole, vigorously fucking me as I worked on his buddy's dick, much to the approval of the audience at the bar. Apparently the guy in my ass was pleased by my hole, as before long he tensed-up, and blew a load deep into my hole. He wasn't one to linger, however, as no sooner had the last load of cum oozed out of his cock when he withdrew and gestured for my hook-up to take over, frankly treating me as if I was a worthless piece of meat. Using his friend's cum as lube, my furry muscle guy slid into my arse bareback, giving me an impressive fuck session. A guy watching our show called out "Yeah, fuck him raw, give him your spunk!" Another observer thoughtfully passed me his bottle of poppers, of which I was happy to make use, particularly when another observer held the bottle as I closed one, then the other nostril to facilitate inhaling the fumes. "Good boy," he remarked as the flush turned my body and face red with lust. After several minutes the top in my arse actually picked me up and directed me into a nearby sling where, once I was situated, he unceremoniously resumed pumping my arse. I was in ecstasy, completely satisfied by how the evening had progressed, when my hook up suddenly grunted "Hope this will bump up your viral load!" With that he froze as his cock fired multiple volleys of cum deep into my hole, the final shot of which seemed to blow even deeper than the preceding shots. When I registered the meaning of his remark, I slid off the guy's cock, turned to him and asked "What are you talking about? I don't have a viral load!" Leaning over, he kissed my forehead answering "Don't worry honey. You'll have a nice viral load real soon." I heard some laughter from the audience. His remark had apparently been overheard. In shame I zipped up my pants, feeling like a shameful, used slut, and left the sleazy bar with two loads in my arse: one anonymous and unknown, and one definitely a poz load.

Now where's the cleaning squad when you need it...

Went to blackout night at sex club last night for first time. Not tons of guys (def less than cumunion, but it's a newer event) - I got there semi late, but 100% raw from what I experienced. Had a few fucks, then got fixated on hot well known muscle daddy decades long porn star who fucked me, then I fucked and bred his "boy's" protruded cunt. Muscle daddy fucked me again and got me even sloppier, then I sucked the boy hard and backed up on his STIFF cock for a while. Love when I get a bottom to fuck me for some reason I'll be back soon!!

Taking longer to get to the breeding than I thought. Enjoy some more build up. --- "scott's wild 20's have caught up with him. We both know that he's not going to be around much longer. So he asked nicely for two things. One, I help him go out with a bang, rather than with a whimper. Two, part of him will live on in my new boy." At that moment I felt the need to be macho. "What makes you think I want to be your boy huh? Hell, what makes you think I won't go running to the cops my first chance?" Daddy Jack started chuckling again, deep and manly. "You mean besides the way you've been looking at us every, single, time, we come to the bar? Well, we've been doing some research on you. Google is an amazing tool. It was rather easy, actually, since you use the same nick-name on several sites. Isn't that right Pup Lucky?" Run. I should have absolutely run. These guys knew way too much about me. I should have gotten out of his car right then and run. It didn't matter that at that moment we were traveling down the highway. I should just tuck and roll and.... "Who's a perverted pupper?" His tone was much more playful, and Daddy started scratching the back of my neck right at the hairline. "Who's a sniffer pup that gets a red rocket from shit and pits?" "Arf!" My English was long gone. I had fallen into pup-space hard and fast. "And who's a naughty pupper that likes to get poppered up and wrap a belt around his neck while he beats off?" "Whine." "Even though pup knew it was a bad idea, you did it anyway. Because it feels so good. You're almost as much of a pig as we are. Hell, you might even end up teaching me a couple new kinks. Puppy want a bone?" Daddy Jack hauled out his cock and equally massive, furry, nuts. The smell soon hit me like a 2x4 between the eyes: rich, meaty, cheesy, potent, manly, delicious. "WOOF!" I dove into his sac nose first, his hairs ticking my nose and lips as I rooted around getting his stink all over my face, breathing deeply, licking, chewing skin gently, his nuts too big to fit safely into my mouth while Daddy was driving. Working my way downward, my tongue approached richer, darker smells. I feel a gentle smack on the back of my head. "Silly puppy, BONE first. I'll feed you from my hole later." "Bark!" Even fully hard, there was extra skin on the end of Daddy's cock which I gently chewed as I also alternately slid my tongue under his hood. Immediately I could both feel and taste the greasy smeg on his head. Using my lips, I gently push the skin back and, when his cock head was fully exposed I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with his cheesy funk. "Good puppy. Such a good boy. Yes you are, yes you are. I've been building that up for the past week. It's all for you pupper." He gently stroked my head as I licked him clean. Once most of the smeg was on my tongue, Daddy pushed my head down on his cock. It was a stretch, but I was able to get him in my throat. "Slowly pup, slowly. All the way up and all the way down. But slowly. I don't want to shoot on the road." The rest of the drive was quiet. I worked Daddy Jack's meat just as he instructed. A couple times on my way down he would put his hand on my head and I would stay down and let my throat muscles do all the work. There was never force in his hand, just his way of asking nicely. I stayed down as long as I could letting my vision blur and my ears ring. When I went to pull up, he pressed down for just a second or so. Stretching me, giving the motivation to make it just a little bit further. Then I was free, his hand back on the wheel, and breathing in that wonderful crotch stink again. Eventually I noticed that the engine had been turned off. We were in a garage somewhere. Where, I couldn't say, but then honestly at that point I didn't care. Looking up at Daddy I gave a "Baroo?" "Yes, you're right pup. We've kept scott waiting long enough. On the wall shelves you'll see a clear plastic tub. Put your phone, keys, wallet, clothes, and anything else you have in it. You won't be needing any of it while you're here." I jumped out of the car and quickly stripped off. The concrete floor was cold and gritty under my bare feet. "Lucky, heel!" I raced around the car to Daddy's side. I knew I couldn't go to all fours in here without really hurting myself, so I just dropped to my haunches, my head by his left hand, nuzzling Daddy for more attention. "Good boy. Now go into the house, all the way up the stairs. The last door down the hallway is where my boy is. It's time for him to give you the gift you've been waiting so long for."

I finally got to play out one of my fantasies yesterday afternoon. I've always wanted to pick up one of the illegal Latinos who hang out in front of the local nursery, Home Depot and Loews, looking to get hired to undertake work in one's yard or home. As I drove into my local nursery yesterday, the usual group of nearly a dozen Latinos hanging near the entrance to the parking lot. A cute, buff, dark-skinned Mexican guy in his early 20's caught my eye. Not only was he naturally dark skinned, it was obvious the hours he had spent out in the hot Las Vegas sun had given him a very dark tan. Apparently he realized I was checking him out, as he motioned to me and smiled as I drove past him en route to the parking lot. Still I drove past him, parked and went into the nursery where I selected a Mediterranean Fan Palm that I wanted to plant in my yard. It was in a large 10 gallon container. Two nursery workers lifted it into my SUV, but I realized once I arrived home I wouldn't be able to lift it out, let alone maneuver it to the location where I wanted to plant it. In addition, it occurred to me the record breaking heat here in the desert was so severe that I really wasn't looking forward to digging a hole and planting the bugger, so, just as I drove out of the parking lot, I stopped at the curb in front the guy who had flashed me a smile, and, rolling down my passenger side window I hollered "Hey! You looking for work?" He walked over to my car and stuck his head in my window asking "Si. What you need me to do?" "I need help planting this palm. Can you do that?" "Si." "Would you do it for $40?" "For $50 I will have my cousin, Eduardo help me. We will get it done quick for you. I'm Jessie. My cousin and I work good for you." He motioned for his cousin to come over to my car. Eduardo looked to be close to the same age, a little taller, perhaps 5'9", 150 pounds. He, like his cousin, was wearing a long sleeved shirt over a black wife beater tee-shirt, jeans and heavy boots. With a floppy flannel cowboy hat on to protect from the brutal Vegas sun. Eduardo didn't say anything, but flashed me a handsome smile as he peered into my car window. "Deal. Hop in," I said. Both guys jumped into my back seat and we took off for my home a few miles away. I was a bit nervous, having two strangers climb into my car. But, it was also exciting. I was entering the 'unknown'. We reached my home in about 15 minutes. I let them both out on my driveway, then I pulled all the way into my shaded garage and unlocked the back of my SUV. I jumped out and pulled open the back of the car and they both pulled the palm out of the car. "Where you want it?" Jessie asked. I walked over to the area I wanted the palm planted and pushed some of the landscape rock away to mark the spot. Jessie and Eduardo lifted the palm and brought it to where I wanted it planted. "I'll show you where my shovels and other garden tools are in my garage. Follow me." Leading the two guys into my garage, I pulled out two shovels, showed them where my potting soil and palm food was, explaining I wanted mixed with the dirt that they dug up when planting. I pulled the hose out for them and then told them I'd be in the house if they needed me. DAMN! The temp was 113 degrees. I felt bad for them out there in that heat. But I made a big jug of ice water. Took that and some cups out to them. By now, both had taken off their long sleeve shirts and were in their wife beater tee shirts. These cousins looked more like brothers. Similar in size, build and muscles. Eduardo was definitely the taller of the two, perhaps by two inches, but other than that, they could almost be twins. They even dressed alike. It took about 35 minutes for them to dig the hole and plant the tree. I'd looked out my front window a few times to check on their progress and to check out their hot bodies. Once they were done I could hear them putting the shovels and other planting tools back where I got them in my garage. Then Jessie knocked on my door from the garage. "We're done, Senor. You want to look?" he asked. I followed them back to the palm. They had done a great job and had put all the ground cover rock back around the tree. "Nice job, guys. Thanks. Would you like a beer?" I asked as I opened my door from the garage and invited them in. "Gracias, but we're really dirty, Senor. We shouldn't come in," Jessie replied. "Nonsense. Take off your boots. You'll be fine. Come in." I held the door open and both guys hesitantly came into my cool home. "Gracias, Senor. It feel nice and cool in here." I motioned for them to take a seat at my table as I pulled a couple of beers from the fridge. I handed them the cold beers and they downed them instantly. The heat had gotten to them. Who knows how many hours they had been standing out in front of the store before they came to work for me. Reaching back into the fridge I grabbed two more beers which I gave to Eduardo and Jessie. They gladly accepted the offer. Then I pulled out a bottle of Patron from my pantry and poured each of us a shot of Patron. "Oh, no, Senor. I have to work," Eduardo laughed. Up until now, Jessie had been the only one to talk. "Nonsense. Drink up," I replied as I downed the Patron. Both guys did the same and we downed the second beers a bit more slowly. "Thank you so much, guys. I appreciate your help. Good job. Would you both like to rinse off in my shower before I take you back? You'll feel so much better to get that dirt off you and cool down in a cool shower," I suggested. "Oh, no, Senor. We're good," Jessie protested. "No. Really. Take a quick rinse in the shower. You'll feel more like going back to work in that hot sun." I urged. Both guys looked at each other, puzzled at least at first, but then Eduardo looked up at me, smiled, saying "Gracias, Senor. I like that." I got up and told them to follow me to the master bedroom. I have a large master with a big king sized bed. And an overstuffed leather love seat and ottoman in front of the large screen TV at the opposite side of the room. I walked into the master bathroom and pulled out a couple of bath towels and washcloths from the cabinet. And put them on the edge of the tub, next to the shower. Then I came back into the bedroom and told them to go ahead and shower. Eduardo wasn't shy. He quickly stripped his clothes off. He was sporting a nice uncut dick of about six inches, sporting an ample foreskin which was draped over his cock head. Stepping into my shower he turned on the water as I took a seat on the loveseat, which gave me a direct view of the bathroom mirror in which I could see Eduardo soaping up his beautiful, brown, naked body. "Have a seat, Jessie," I said as I patted the cushion next to me on the loveseat. "I'm too dirty to sit on your couch," Jessie protested. "Well, take your clothes off, then. You're going to need to to shower, anyway," I suggested, flashing him a friendly smile. Jessie began to undress. He seemed very nervous and awkward, but he stripped to his boxers and came over to sit next to me on the sofa. His body was also nicely toned from all his hard labor. I flipped on the TV in front of us, immediately punching in the channel number for one of the straight softcore porn channel which I could get on cable tv. A beautiful, blonde, busty woman was on the screen sucking off a black guy. "Oh, shit!", I laughed. "Got the fuck channel on here. Want me to change the channel? Or do you want to watch?'' I asked him with a smile on my face. "It okay," Jessie replied, his eyes glued to the TV. Eduardo, meanwhile, finished showering and stepped out of the shower to towel off. Standing in the doorway to the bathroom he could clearly see the TV screen, and his eyes were also glued to the TV, even as he toweled himself dry. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him wrap the towel around his waist as he stepped back into the bedroom to retrieve his clothing. A very visible rise under his towel was very evident: he was getting a hard on. I turned and patted Jessie's thigh suggesting "Your turn for the shower," as I viewed the bulge which, like his cousin's, was quite evident. He stood and pulled his boxers down as a nearly full on erection bounced up in front of him. He quickly went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower. Eduardo took his towel off and continued to dry off with the towel. His cock now standing straight out in front of him. He blushed a bit as he saw me staring at his cock. I stood and walked over to Eduardo. He stopped toweling off and stood there naked and hard in front of me. I reached over and took his hard cock into my hand. He didn't move. Nor move to push me away. So, I dropped to my knees and began to suck on his foreskin. His cock tasted sweet and clean from the shower. I pushed him back so that he then sat on the edge of the bed and again began to suck on his cock. He was fully hard and my lips pushed his foreskin back from his cockhead. I sucked on his cock, taking it to the back of my throat. Then I lifted his legs and sucked his balls. He moaned. Then I licked down to his asshole and licked it. He moaned louder. Just then, I heard the shower turn off. Jessie stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. He could see back into the bedroom and saw his cousin, still naked, laying on his back, his legs to his chest, with my face buried in his cousin's ass. Jessie said something to his cousin in Spanish. His cousin answered back in Spanish. They conversed for a moment, then Jessie walked over to us. His cock also growing to full hardness. I motioned for Jessie to sit next to his cousin on the bed. I then took turns sucking on each man's cock and balls. Finally I stood up. "Eduardo. Get on my bed and kneel on it. I wanna eat your ass." Eduardo got onto the bed and knelt on it. His ass to my face. I knelt on the edge of the bed and put my face to Eduardo's ass and began to eat his hole. I then spit on my fingers and smeared my asshole with the spit. I did that several times. Then went back to eating Eduardo's brown, puckered hole. I felt Jessie feeling my ass and fingering my hole. Then I heard and felt him spit on my hole. Before putting his cock up to it and push in. He quickly plopped into my hole and began to fuck. I ate Eduardo for several minutes. Then he turned and laid back on the bed as I sucked his cock. Jessie fucked me hard and deep for about 10 minutes, before he groaned and slammed deep into me, filling my ass with his load. Like a well rehearsed team, as soon as Jessie pulled his cock from me, Eduardo climbed off the bed and rammed his cock into my hole, requiring only about five of pounding before he deposited a his load, my second of the day, into my hole. As soon as Eduardo came in me, he pulled out and quickly began to dress. Jessie was already dressed. When we were all presentable, we silently walked to the door leading to my garage where they pulled on their work boots as I locked-up the house. Then we all climbed into the car and I drove them back to the nursery where I had picked them up. As we got there, I pulled the cash from my pocket. We had agreed on $50 for both. But I handed each of them $50 saying "Gracias." "Gracias, Senor," Jessie said. "We be here if you need more work," Eduardo said, a smile on his face. "We work for you again." "Gladly", I replied, as I pulled away and they walked back to their group of buddies. I wonder if they would tell the other guys what had happened. I got my tree planted and my ass filled with two Latino loads. Quite a productive afternoon.

This lil piggy is getting in the sling tonight! Fucking oink!

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This boy is learning what happens when you are NOT house broken. He will remain in diapers with the XL Ass Anchor in his hole until I return home Friday afternoon to prep him for the Friday Night gang bang we are having. he should be more than happy to do as told by then. As well as use to being covered in hot piss and smelling like piss. Not to mention his boy hole should be open wide and willing to take any and all cock. before being plugged re diapered and tied down to let it all sink in and take over his body. I plan on mind fucking him so bad he will whimper and cry like the diaper wearing baby he is. All so it will be the first boy hole other than my boy's that the gym slut has had the chance to fuck. My boy will remain in chastity for another week as he has not dropped the attitude yet. so he will be tied down and fucked or forced to suck and watch as the others enjoy the fun. let him strain and beg.

Chapter II. We said good-bye to Will, both of us ogling his crotch. We got ready for bed, brushing our teeth in the bathroom off the kitchen. My boy remembered to take one of his last Truvada pills, and got the bottle out of the medicine cabinet. We had put our remaining pills together in a bottle with his name on them. He raised his eyebrows, clearing thinking about taking Will’s mammoth cock. That night, my boy and I had great sex, the best sex we’d had in a while. My boy lay down, face buried in the pillow, and whimpered as I ate his hole. "Stretch me out," he murmured as I worked four fingers into his hole. I knew he was fantasizing about taking a dick way bigger than mine. I pounded the fuck out of him, as he moaned, bouncing up and down on my raw cock, and slipped in two fingers. When I pulled out to re-position his ass, his hole just stayed open and quivered. I bred him deep, and he kept riding me until he shot a big load all over my chest. Even though we were both nearly off PrEP, it was still safe, since it was just us two, right? I worked my hand into his cummy ass past my knuckles. I scooped his fresh seed up and worked it into his ass, savoring his wet and stretched-out hole. As I toyed with his ass he asked "Do you think I should go visit Will tomorrow to borrow those tools?" I chuckled, knowing he was going to Will’s house so Will could seduce my boy, and I was going to let it happen. The next day, my boy was sprouting morning wood. I rolled over and let his precum drip into my ass. It got so wet, he rubbed back and forth until his head popped in. After a few minutes, he had my ass lubed with just precum, no lube, no spit. As he slid into my hole, holding me still, he slid one of his hands into his own ass, pleasuring himself until he shot a big load deep into me. He pulled out, winked, and pulled on some clothes. He grabbed a pair of old nearly threadbare gym shorts. They’d be fine for gardening or a slutty go-go scene. He added an old t-shirt with the sleeves and sides cut out, stained with paint, telling me he was off to Will’s and he’d see me in a bit. I could see his cock was still a little hard from our morning breeding session, and there was a dollop of precum darkening a spot on his shorts. I smiled as I fingered my own cummy hole. I got out of bed and pulled on some work clothes, relishing the squelch of fresh cum seeping deeper into my guts. I made some coffee, and put together a to-do list for the day. It was mostly boring stuff like cleaning out the gutters and taking the shutters down so they could be stripped and repainted. I enjoyed a cup or two of coffee and noticed the time. Nearly an hour had passed since my boy had gone over to Will’s. I knew he was up to something. I smiled to myself, sort of surprised that my boy was still up to his slutty ways; even out here in the country, he’d managed to find the biggest cock around and was determined to take it. With a dick as big as Will’s was soft, he’d need more than my cock and a few fingers to get him ready for it, especially after being out of practice for a few weeks… I got to Will’s and knocked on the front door. I put my ear to the glass and wasn’t surprised to hear moaning. Someone was getting fucked! I let myself in and followed the sound upstairs. What surprised me wasn’t seeing Will’s plump ass jackhammering into a willing hole, it was that my boy was on his knees fisting his cock while Will was fucking someone else. My boy looked mesmerized, with his eyes glued to Will’s dick as it pumped in and out of the stranger’s ass. Seeing me, Will gave me a goofy smile as he waved me over, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, remarking "Welcome to the party! Take off your clothes and join in!" I followed directions and moved to the other side of the bed. My boy saw me and sheepishly grinned at me, but that didn’t stop him from fisting his cock with one had and playing with his hole with the other. Will put his arms out, one on my boy’s shoulder, and one on mine. The guy he was fucking didn’t even look up. "This is my buddy Jimmy. Jimmy likes big cocks. If he can’t find one big enough, he’ll take two." Will pulled out of Jimmy’s ass and spit into it, not on it, but into the gaping quivering red hole. My eyes went from that opened hole to Will’s epic dick. I’d only seen it soft before. Hanging there, too heavy to stand out straight, was the biggest dick I’d ever seen, slick with precum and spit. It nearly touched the mattress it hung down so far. And Jimmy had taken him balls deep. And raw. Will winked at me and turned to my boy asking "You two want a go?" My boy nodded anxiously. Will scooped Jimmy onto his knees and caught him against his sweaty furry chest. I recognized Jimmy. He was the guy who delivered the newspaper. A totally adorable skinny twink with floppy brown bangs, maybe mid-20s, probably home from college for the summer. He went around on a bike every morning, chucking the local paper from his bike. He was a cute kid, and clearly an experienced bottom if he could take Will’s big thick cock. Will motioned for my boy and I to climb onto the bed, on our backs, with our asses together, and dicks both pointed upwards. Will jerked us both off for a second, spit onto his paw, and raised Jimmy up so his ruined ass was right above our bare cocks. I grimaced as his ass lowered down capturing our cocks and pressing them together. I though that we should both be wearing condoms and cast a glance over to the bedside table thinking maybe there would be a pile of them. "What ’cha looking for?" Will asked. "We don’t play with rubbers in this house. That okay with you boys? You’re safe, right?" My boy and I nodded, with Jimmy lowering down and moaning the whole time. He didn’t stop until he’d bottomed out, instead riding our cocks which were pressed together and sliding back and forth in his velvety hole. The entire time he didn't say a single word, he just moaned in pleasure and (maybe) a bit of pain. Will jerked his massive tool as Jimmy rode our dicks. My boy muttered filthy things to him the whole time. "Yeah! You like taking those raw dicks, don’t you!?" and "Slut" and "This whore is so ruined, his hole can take us both!" Jimmy just grunted and moaned approval. As Jimmy rose and lowered himself, white globs dripped out of him. Will leaned down, smiled, and started licking them off of our cocks and balls. "Delicious," he whispered as he slurped, his hot breath on our balls. It dawned on me that Jimmy was leaking fresh cum. That got me so hot. He’d already taken a load. Will pulled back from slurping the churned seed out of Jimmy’s ass. He lurched for a bottle of poppers, took a big hit, and held it to Jimmy’s nose. He grunted approval and huffed as deeply as I’ve ever seen. Will lowered his mouth to Jimmy’s cock. Without touching his dick, Jimmy squirted volley after volley of cum into Will’s greedy mouth. I shot my load into Jimmy’s ass. My boy could sense the fresh wetness and shot too. Jimmy collapsed backwards onto the pillows, our dicks easing out of him followed by a stream of fresh cum. Will eagerly lapped it up until his face was dripping with seed. He patted me and my boy on our legs and started laughing. Will grunted "Looks like we’ve got some fresh pigs to share with the neighborhood, right Jimmy?" Jimmy moaned, his eyes still closed, his ruined hole still dripping cum. In fact, Jimmy was so exhausted he passed out entirely, and Will tossed me a towel to mop up suggesting "Let him sleep, huh? You guys should have seen him this morning!" I nodded and we grabbed our clothes and followed him back downstairs. Will remained naked, so we followed his example. Turning to us, Will explained "I met Jimmy a few years back, and have been breeding him while he's on summer vacation. I had to train his hole that first summer, and every year he’s got a rough few weeks when he comes home." Grabbing his big dick, which was still swinging and somewhat hard, he added "He can't find dick like this at school. Fortunately for Jimmy, the neighborhood guys will help stretch him out for me." Then he quietly whispered "Sometimes his Pa helps, but keep it quiet. Jimmy doesn’t know. His Pa only fucks him when Jimmy’s wearing his blindfold." With that Will extended his paw and groped my boy’s ass. "They can help stretch you out too, ya know… the neighborhood pigs, and Jimmy’s Pa." My boy grinned from ear to ear as Will went on "Now, in the meantime, let’s get you those tools." We followed him into the backyard, and into the garage. It was a normal tool shed with a few surprises. Next to the screwdrivers and cups of bolts, there was a pegboard full of sex toys. There were butt plugs, dildos, a whip, some handcuffs, and much more. There was a tool bench, and a fuck bench, upholstered in black leather. Will went on as if we weren’t naked and hadn’t just raw-fucked the paperboy, saying "You’ll need some big pruning shears to take care of that underbrush, and maybe my palm sander for that porch molding. And to take my cock, you’ll need these...." Will walked over to the sex dungeon part of his garage and took down a massive butt plug and a squirt bottle of lube. The butt plug had a hole in the middle. My boy and I stared at it, not sure what to do with it. We’d also just cum deep in Jimmy’s ass, but we were hardening up again. "That there is a pig hole. You guys seem like pigs, so enjoy it!" Will laughed at his little joke, as did we also. Then his face got serious, as he grunted "No. Now. Enjoy it. Your pig training starts NOW." Will grabbed my boy by the back of the neck and laid him down on the fuck bench on his belly, with his chin over the edge. He lined up his big cock with my boy’s mouth and stuck it in as far as it would go, which admittedly, wasn’t far. Will’s massive head had my boy’s jaw opened as wide as it would go, and he was already gagging. Will smiled. He was enjoying himself. He turned to me instructing me "You, there. Start on his hole." I climbed up on top of the bench and pulled my boy’s cheeks apart, tonguing his hole, burying my face between his cheeks. Will leaned forward and held my head down, allowing me up to gasp for breath every half minute or so. Each time I gulped air Will chuckled, as he forced my head down into my boy’s hole, his huge cock lodged into my boy’s mouth. He had us both gulping for air. When Will had had enough, he pulled out of my boy’s mouth and released my head. "Now, about that pig hole. Put this in your boy. Help him get used to my big dick. It’s gonna ruin his hole. Your’s too, if you’re lucky." With that he handed me the hollow butt plug. Even with a hole in the middle, it was thicker than my dick, which was throbbing hard already and oozing a steady stream of precum. Will squirted a big dollop of thick creamy lube into my hand, so I lubed up the plug, and smeared some lube on my boy’s ass. Will leaned over and spread my boy’s cheeks as wide as they’ve ever been spread urging "Now, put it in him, but remember to take it slow." I eased the plug into my boy and he released a guttural groan. I pushed it in more and he winced, tightening every muscle in his naked and sweaty body. "Pacing," Will commented sternly as he swatted my hand away. He climbed up on top of the table, straddling my boy's legs with his knees and cooed, "Yeah, pig boy. You can take this. You know you want this. You know you need this. You need to get fucked by some big daddy dick." Sliding the plug up and down over my boy’s ass, and my boy relaxed when Will inserted the plug slowly, but surely, gazing into my eyes all the while, as if he owned that hole. Will shook his giant dick and globs of precum drizzled down. Without looking, he had aimed his precum perfectly to drip into the open hole inside the plug and deep into my boy’s ass. He backed up and ushered me onto the table again, with my ass pressed up against his hard cock, urging "Fuck him." I realized that I’d need more lube to get my cock into the pig hole, and I reached back and swiped some precum off of Will’s dick, smearing it onto my own. He wrapped a paw around my chest and grunted approval. "I knew I liked my new neighbors." I eased my hard dick into the pig hole and leaned forward. My boy moaned and whimpered, his hole stretched more than it had ever been. Will hopped off of the table and aimed his dick at my boy’s mouth. This time, my boy dropped his jaw and readily accepted about four inches of that huge tool. I pumped my hips as long as I could hold out, knowing that the scene was so hot I wouldn’t last long. I fucked my load into my boy’s pig-hole-stretched ass with a moan. Will smiled at me and mounted the table, facing me. He leaned forward and gently kissed me. I was shocked by his gentleness after such rough play and closed my eyes. He grabbed my dick, pulled it out of the hole, and slowly jerked me off. I melted into him, sharing my boy’s ass with this near stranger and stuffing him full of butt plug. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw Will coaxing an unbelievable stream of creamy white cum out of his cock and into the open pig hole, dripping right into my boy’s ass. My mouth was wide open, and I gasped for air. "Well done," he smirked, adding "He’s ready for my cum. Soon enough he’ll be ready to take it from the source. Good thing he’s on those pills in your medicine cabinet. I hope they work." He smacked my boy’s ass cheeks and walked out of the garage. My boy turned over onto his back, knees up and ass exposed, still stuffed with the plug. He wanked out a huge load all over the fuck bench. I licked it up and tongued it into his open hole. He tried to pull the plug out, but it wouldn’t budge. We saw Will laughing from the open doorway. "Yeah. You’re still tight. Wear it home under those slutty shorts. It’ll work it’s way out on it’s own sometime today." We got ourselves together, sticky with sweat and cum, and got dressed. I gathered the tools we’d come there to borrow. My boy walked painfully a few steps ahead of me. I saw a dark wet spot form and grow as the cum leaked out of his pig hole-stuffed ass. It dawned on me then that Will had mentioned our blue pills in the medicine cabinet. Did Will just tell us he was POZ? To be continued…

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 5) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** Davis was on the floor, trying to avoid the beating. I stood above him, with two of my pals and we were swinging our belts and hit his body in every possible spot. He trashed around, but had no chance to escape the whipping. The scene was filmed by the 4th guy and he switched between close ups of the welts appearing all over Davis’ body and the scenery from afar. So we could enjoy those minutes again and again later on. We showed no mercy. It was like the warming up before the main event. Our cocks stood out proud and hard, just wishing the rape would start right now. Davis was not screaming at the moment. It was more or less just grunting. He clenched his teeth and almost seemed out of this world. And again the lad tried to flee from the pain and the violence. He simply fainted on us. We were so in motion, that we didn’t notice it at first. Out of breath we stopped our attack. “You brought us a nice piece of meat” someone said. “Wake him up” I said coldly. Another bucket of cold water was splashed over his head. He gasped for air and looked around disorientated. “No more…” were his first words. “No more…” he repeated again. “No more… beating” I said. “No more…” I stressed my words and crouched next to him. “Move your body to the bed” I whispered to Davis. “Move your fucking body to the bed and spread your fucking legs so we can start ripping your ass open.” with that I got up again and gave the lad a little nudge with my boots to make him more cooperative. Slowly he crawled to one of the beds, accompanied by our booted feet, showing him the right way. Every muscle in his body was tensed. It was such a great moment, hearing his soft sobbing, realizing he wanted to crawl away from us, but we gave him little kicks, so it would be easier for him to find our love nest. We grinned at each other and jerked our cocks slowly. “Good boy” I teased him Davis looked around scared, when he got onto the bed. “On your back cunt and spread those damn legs” I growled. Davis assumed position, but didn’t look all too happy about it. “Now… Davis… wouldn’t it be nice, if you would repeat the words you used, when you contacted me?” I asked soothingly. “About getting fucked?” he asked timidly. “About everything…” I answered loudly. “Tell us how you wanted to be raped and your cunt busted.” The 18 year old boy shook his head. “You better tell us…” I warned him. “I… I wanted to be raped. I… I wanted my cunt destroyed *sniffs* I needed hard cock….” Davis mumbled. “Exactly and now a little bit louder and say it in a way, that we believe it.” I ordered him to tell us the things a second time. Before that, I told my pals to assemble on the bed, next to our little rape toy and let him stroke our cocks and lick two cockheads, while the 5th fellow would film this great scene. Davis looked around, not knowing how to react. While Davis got a zoom up, jacking us off or lick our dickheads we gave him the opportunity to look straight into the cam and tell us his deepest desires. “I…. *sob* I… want to be raped.” “I am a useless cunt and need to be destroyed” Tears ran down his face while he praised his hole to be torn apart and to be fucked bloodily. “Good cunt…. we will give you, what you were looking for.” and we fist bumped each other, while using insults on the lad. “So let’s get started. You must be delirious already” I laughed cruelly. I went between the guys legs and arranged his legs to be on my shoulder. Davis tried to push me away, but I was a lot stronger than this helpless little twink. “Someone hand me the lube….” I demanded. It was a lot commotion going on now. Davis felt my cock nestling against his tiny hole, already probing to gain entrance. He wasn’t happy about it and tried to push me away. “Lube….” I shouted and tried to get the boy under control. “Erm… nobody brought lube with him apparently.” “We need lube…. oh well, spit and blood will do it also I guess….” I mused. “This will hurt lad, but it will hurt you more, that it will hurt me” I cackled gleefully. “As soon as you bleed, my cock will glide more easily into your twat. Don’t worry….” I added. “Maybe this will help?” someone said. A guy came out of the bathroom, holding a used toothbrush in his hand. He looked at the men… They looked at me… I looked at Davis… “We need to get your hole bloody…” I told him truthfully. Suddenly Davis understood the concept and started wailing…

I live in Las Vegas and for a town called Sin City, it can really be hit or miss if you're a bottom. But I'll never forget the time that I was essentially raped at Entourage, one of the two remaining bathhouses here in town. I'd been out with a couple of friends and we'd gone to Badlands, a somewhat old style saloon in the same commercial center where Entourage is located. I was feeling buzzed and was in no condition to drive home so as we said our goodbyes, my buddies went their way and I walked over to Entourage. As it was roughly 2:00 AM on a Friday night, all the rooms were taken up and I had to settle for a locker. I figured I'd just wait til a room was available and get some sleep then. In the meantime, I figured I'd check out the action. I undressed and walked around with the towel over one shoulder, which, for the most part, covered my cock, but which left my ass visible. The hallways and TV room were nearly empty and, as I made my way around, I could see that most doors were closed. I silently regretted those last two Jack and cokes I'd had because they were beginning to hit me and all I wanted was to lay down somewhere quiet and get some rest. That's when I saw Him walking towards me: good looking, muscular, 20 something year old dark haired stud with a USMC tattoo on his right pec and a beer can thick cock hanging between his legs. He walked past me without acknowledgement, but as I turned to look over my shoulder, I caught him doing the same, apparently staring at my ass. For the next few minutes, as I looked for a place to lay down, I would occasionally see him in my peripheral vision, stalking me as if I were his prey. I finally made my slightly disoriented way into the empty dark room and lay face down on a waist high platform, ready to get some shut eye and oblivious to the fact that the stud had followed behind me and was standing a mere few feet from me, fisting his thick cock and making plans for my hole. As I lay there on the verge of sleep, I suddenly felt him straddle my ass, spread my cheeks with both hands, and what felt like a baseball bat pressing against my asshole, trying to stretch it against its obvious resistance. The shock and pain woke me the fuck up and in a drunken slur I said "Please don't, you're really big." Without saying a word he backed off and I could hear him pop open some lube and begin to jack his cock. I naively thought that that was the end of it when he suddenly lay his full weight on my back, clamped one hand around my mouth, and used his other hand to maneuver his now slick cock between my cheeks and started using that big mushroom head as a battering ram. The slippery lube and his insistence gradually spread my hole and with an almost audible pop, his cock head forced its way through my sphincter and I heard him groan savagely as I lay there and saw stars from the pain of the sudden invasion. I tried getting up from under him but he used his body weight to hold me down and as he shoved the remaining length of his hole wrecker in me, he hissed into my ear, "I'm fucking balls deep in you now, just fucking take it." I felt helpless as I lay there and felt him bucking his hips and sliding his thick fucker in and out of me, feeling his huge cock head drag and push my insides as he shoved in and out of my guts. In the back of my mind, I was worried and scared because I knew I was essentially getting raped by a big dicked stud who hadn't even contemplated putting a condom on before spearing my guts with his huge cock. But in the forefront, I was beginning to really enjoy the fuck as I he would slam balls deep and ram directly onto my prostate. I couldn't help it and I started moaning uncontrollably against his hand on every down stroke. He soon noticed and that seemed to turn him on. He started getting more vocal, whispering encouragements into my ear, "That's right, fuck yeah, I knew you'd love my cock.....yeah, take my fucking cock all in you..... Yeah, your tight little pussy is gonna make me cum..... Yeah, I'm gonna fill you up with my load." The rhythm of the cock pistoning in and out of my ass began to become more frantic, even as I recognized a complete stranger was about to shoot his cum into my unprotected hole. His breathing became more ragged as he suddenly pushed himself as deep into me as he could and froze in place as I could feel his cock twitching and throbbing balls deep in me as he flooded my guts with his cum and groaned, "Fuck yeah, knocking your ass up with my seed! Yeah, take it all bitch, take my babies in you, fucking take my load!" My hole spasmed around his cock, responding to the stimulus as he lay on top of me, his heart beating like a jack rabbit and his cock still throbbing with the last jets of his orgasm. He pulled his cock out of me and I felt empty as the cool air hit my now puffed up ass lips. He smacked my left ass cheek and said, "Keep my cum in you and let it do its job, cumdump." With that advice he got off of me and walked back into the darkness. I lay there confused and conflicted as my military rapist's cum slowly trickled out of my hole and ran down my balls to join the load I'd unexpectedly shot as he took my ass and made it his cumdump.

1993 How do you deal with being dumped, rejected? The 23 year old version of me didn't handle it well. I was immature and inexperienced and handled it all wrong. I got bitter. The Story: I met Craig on one of those personal ads you put on the phone. We're talking land-lines here. It was local and you paid a certain amount to record a description of yourself and what you were looking for, then you could listen for responses and delete them or call them back. It was very old school by today's standards. I got a reply from this guy with a sexy voice who made it a point to mention how big his dick was. Several times. Well of course I called him and we phone-chatted off and on for about a week. Once our schedules coincided, we met at gay country bar. I'd never been there, but he said it was a good place. So we met. He was a little goofy-looking and not someone I'd normally look at twice. He also had some really ill-advised tattoos that look like they were done by a beginner. But we talked and he was so nice and seemed honest. Plus his big dick was in the back of my mind. We ended up making out right there in the club, with all the guys in cowboy drag looking on. We ended up going back to his place around midnight. His dick was every bit as impressive as he said it was. I kissed and sucked that thing for a long time. He sucked me too, but he never got fully hard. I knew from having seen porn videos that guys with extra big penises sometimes just can't force enough blood into the shaft to get it erect. It was fun though. We ended up dating for awhile. I don't know if this goes on elsewhere in the country, but in my city's gay bar community there were semi-regular 'big dick contests' at the clubs. Endowed dudes would come out in their underwear and were judged by how much the audience applauded or hollered. The prize was usually a hundred bucks or less and Craig participated in every single one of them. He always wanted me to be there to cheer him on. I usually went even though I found the whole thing a little embarrassing. Craig never won. I could have told him that the tattoos on his torso were unappealing or I could have mentioned that his plain white jockey shorts didn't really highlight his package or that maybe he could go to the gym once or twice. He could have also tried to work up a bit of a chubby. But I did my part and made as much noise as I could -- even though people looked at me like I was an idiot. After his turn, he came out in sweats and sat with me to watch the rest of the contest. There was one hunk who I just knew was going to win. He had on a pair of boxer briefs that were probably two sizes too small. He was a big beast of a man with a beard and tons of body hair. Also he was erect. The audience went wild. I almost had to sit on my hands to keep from applauding. "I hate that guy," Craig muttered. "He's not that big when he's soft, but gets himself all worked up right before he goes out. Fraud. Show-off." Craig came in fourth. No prize for that. He drowned his sorrows in bottle after bottle of Bud Lite, cursing that guy again and again. I suggested we leave. "Yeah. Just let me go pee first." He got up and wobbled his way off to the restroom. I sat and waited. And waited. No way would he ditch me. I was his ride. But he had disappeared somewhere. I bought another beer and started to wander around. I almost walked right into Mr. First Place. Damn, he was hot. We held eye contact for a few seconds before I moved on to find my boyfriend. I found him alright....making out with a blonde college kid in a dark corner. OK. Fine. He was drunk and the kid was pretty cute. "OK, Craig. I'm leaving, Ready to go?" He had the decency to look embarrasses at least. He and the blonde made code with their eyes and I somehow knew they'd made plans to hook up. We were silent in the car and I didn't even turn off the engine when we got to his apartment building. I just went home. Why was I so bothered? It's not like we were in love, and I didn't really see a future for us. I think what bugged me the most is that he was more attracted to someone else. I thought I was a decent catch. I was too good for him and he couldn't even see that. So I didn't call him the next day or the day after. My phone stayed silent as well. So I guess that was that. I found myself getting bitter about it. Stupid goon with bad tattoos and a dysfunctional dick. I regret every cent and every second I had spent on our dates. Damn him for making me feel this way -- it was going to give me early wrinkles. Motherfucker. Months went by and I still wasn't over being rejected. I studied myself in the bathroom mirror. What needed improvement the most? I grew to hate how I looked. And then he called one random Saturday afternoon. "Hi. It's Craig. How you been?" "Great!" (lie) "There's another big dick contest at 'Trey's' tonight at 10. I need all the audience support I can get." Was he kidding? He had to be. "Sure. No problem," I said, surprising myself. "This one is going to be wild. It's a wet underwear contest. They pour water over your crotch to show your stuff off. Oh, and good news! That asshole who always wins -- Alan? , the one who always cheats and wins? I've heard from several people that he has AIDS! And he's already showing signs and was even hospitalized once. I stand a fighting chance this time!" Seriously? He considered it 'good news' that some man was terminally sick? I really had to wonder why I ever liked him. "Well, I'll be there. It's close enough I can just walk there. Good luck." click I thought I would be over it all the sudden. A really nasty person was out of my life. I guess rejection is enduring, though. All that day I plotted how to get revenge. I'd cheer for every contestant except him. I'd sit on my hands and let him listen to crickets after he was soaked. I decided I'd cheer loudest for his rival, Alan. Poor guy. Maybe I could teach my self how to whistle between my fingers in the next few hours. I decided to go early and get a seat up close so Craig could see me not support him. Bitterness and immaturity are a potent combination. Trey's was just a few blocks away and I never went unless I wanted to get too drunk to get behind a wheel. It was seedy and smoky and too dark -- even for a bar. I got there about 9. I could tell where the show was going to take place. A bunch of tables were circled around a little plastic wading pool. Guess who was already sitting at the front? Craig and his blonde. They were STILL together. Maybe he got prescribed some of those boner pills and was able to use his tool finally. I had to stay cool, but a strong drink would help. I ordered a very tall gin and tonic. I really had no choice but to sit with them. I needed to drink this fast. "Oh, hi Kevin. You're early. Wow. This is Jacob." The blonde extended a slender hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Kevin." I guess he didn't remember the first time we met, making out with my boyfriend. Maybe Craig doesn't remember either. I drained my drink fast. "Let me go get you guys fresh drinks and then I have to go backstage. Kevin, what he hell are you drinking? I usually see you having Bud Light." "Super tall gin and tonic...with a heavy pour." I looked around at the crowd that had started to gather. I guess they were all 'size queens' and they probably guessed the same about me. Jacob started to ask me something, but Craig came back with the drinks. "He said they don't have 'extra tall' glasses anymore, so I brought you two plain tall ones. Extra Pour. Here's your Sunset, Jacob. I gotta go now." What the hell was a 'sunset'? They quickly kissed each other and Craig walked off behind a curtain. I never even thanked him for buying me the drinks. This Jacob started talking again. His voice was feminine and scratchy. "How do you know Craig?" (We used to date until he cheated on me with you, you fucking twink) "Through friends," was all I said. "He's never mentioned you. We need to save the other seat. Craig invited everyone he knows to come cheer for him." I snort-laughed. That chair would most likely go unoccupied all night. "What's so funny?" "Oh nothing... I guess they just put way too much gin in these drinks. I'm feeling loopy. How's your sunset?" "Nice and sweet. Wanna try it?" God, no. I didn't even answer him. I was drunk enough to be rude at this point. I'm never rude. It's not my style. The show was starting. The lights went down and a spotlight landed on the wading pool area. If you can believe it, the blonde put his hand on my knee. Seriously? We were in an infinity loop of cheating all the sudden. I pulled my leg away. "What are you doing? Aren't you dating Craig?" "I don't love him or anything. It's almost over." Unbelievable. The two of them might not be i love..but they deserved each other. A drag queen was the MC for the night. Miss Dora was pretty entertaining. She got the crowd all riled up and in the mood to see some wet bulges. I finished drinking the first glass and started in on the second. The guys came from behind the curtain in nothing but their underwear and stood in the little kiddie pool while Miss Dora poured a full pitcher of warm water on their crotch. It was great. I clapped and cheered for all of them, but I think my favorite so far in the event was the chubby Young man who obviously gave no shits about what he looked like. He didn't get much audience support, but I thought he was awesome. And then Craig came out with a smirk, just thinking the night was his. His junk didn't look so bad when wet, but he didn't get much more approval than usual. His little Jacob screamed and clapped like mad, and kept nudging me to do the same. I stayed absolutely silent and still. "I'm going to tell him you didn't cheer for him. You're no friend." "And I'm going to tell him you felt me up. You're no boyfriend!" "Like I care. I'm already seeing someone else anyway." Of course he was. A little Italian guy came out and got the pour. His bulge was just okay, but most of the crowd reacted to his muscles and hairy chest. I thought he might even win. Then the famous Alan came out and he did indeed look a little different. He'd lost some weight and looked a few years older than the last time I'd seen him. He also had some little bruises on his legs and neck. He still looked great, just a little sick. His dick had not lost any weight at all. It was still huge and looked downright magnificent in wet undies. The audience went wild and even gave him a standing ovation. I cheered as loud as I could but couldn't do that whistling thing I wanted to. Didn't matter. He'd clearly won the night....again. I was going to say just that to Jacob, but he had vanished. Big surprise. Just one more guy came out to get drenched before Alan was announced the winner. He seemed humble and shy under the light as the drag queen riffed with him. This night could not have gone better. I stayed in my seat because I knew Craig would come back out to look for his blonde. He arrived, wearing the same sweats and tennis shoes he always did. "Well...I guess he got the sympathy vote. Wasn't counting on that. God, I hate him! Hey -- where's Jacob?" "I'm not sure. After he started touching me and I made him stop, he disappeared. I'm sure he's around here somewhere." "Are you being for real? He did that? I guess I'm not too shocked. He knows he's too good for me." "Oh stop. Maybe he just drank too much." "I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. You were so fun to be with." His hand reached out to touch mine. I stood up and went to the bar for another drink. It felt good rejecting him and making him feel like I'd been feeling for so long. The place had started to clear out. Trey's was not THE place to be on a Saturday night -- especially now that all the wet dicks were gone. I walked up and ordered another gin and tonic. "Put his drink on my tab," a deep voice said. It was Alan, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't even see him there before. "Wow. Thanks." "No problem. First prize was a hundred dollar bar tab and I can't drink that on my own. Sit here -- we're gonna party." I couldn't believe it. If Craig saw me talking to him, it would drain the rest of my bitter venom away. Salvation! The bartender got distracted and forgot my drink. Oh well. I'd probably had enough. "Congratulations on the win. I cheered for you along with everyone else. I'm Kevin by the way." "Thanks. I'm Alan. Did that moron forget your drink? I'll get him over here. What you having?" "What are you drinking?" "It's a special cocktail only I can order. It's a tall glass of espresso and vodka. All the bartenders in town know I drink only that. It takes a long time to make." "Okay. I'll have one too and we can wait together. I'm fine for now." He ordered us his special drink and the bartender looked super annoyed. Alan took out a small pack of cigarettes and offered me one. "Thanks. I can't believe you smoke. You're so fit." "Yeah well, I used to live a very healthy, but now I am doing whatever I feel like doing. Caffeine and nicotine can't shorten my life anymore. Know what I mean?" "No. What do you mean?" "Seriously? Every body in town knows I've got the plague. You must not get out much." Before I could answer, our drinks arrived. I took a sip and it was awful. There were so many different parts of it that tasted bad. "Wow. That's pretty potent." "Really? I guess I drink so much coffee and vodka that I notice it. Sip slow and you'll grow to kine it more." I did like it more and more over time. Something about the taste of the concoction mixed with the taste of unfiltered cigarettes worked well together. We continued to drink and smoke and talk. And the he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I was unprepared but eager for more. We full-on made out right there in front of the sparse crowd. "That was nice. Thanks Alan." "Did you seriously just thank me for kissing you?? Come on. I know a place where we can go." He stood up, grabbed me by the hand and led me away from the bar. We were walking through the bar, hand-in-hand like a couple. He was taller than me by about half a foot, and his hand was huge. Either the caffeine, nicotine, alcohol or lust made me dizzy. Possibly all four. We passed Craig who had been looking for his blonde. I smirked at him and the look on his face was priceless...a combination of shock and anger. I'd won. But at what price? A man with AIDS was taking me away somewhere to possibly have sex. Alan took me up to the back of the bar and opened a door that led up a long set of stairs. He let go of my hand and started up ahead of me. That's when I saw he was barefoot. "What happened to your shoes?" "Oh shit. I had sandals on, but they must have slipped off at the bar. It's okay...they'll still be there at closing time. Nobody is gong to steal a nasty old pair of size 15 sandals." We got to the top of the stairs and it was surprisingly well-lit. This was the DJ/sound booth. There was one nerdy guy there, sitting by himself. "Hey Junior - can my fella and I have this room for a little while?" "Well...I guess." "Go down and get yourself some top-shelf booze and have them put it on my tab. I've got at least fifty bucks left on it so you can drink as much as you want." "Wow. Thanks, Alan. Have fun." I couldn't help but notice that 'Junior' did everything he could to avoid making eye contact with me. He left. Alan took me in his arms and put his face near mine. "Where were we?" We had a long passionate kiss. It was possibly the most aroused I've ever felt. He pulled away and took off his jeans. He wasn't wearing anything under them and his glorious hard dick was right there within my reach. "I forgot to bring some dry underwear to change into after the contest." He took off his t-shirt and I marveled at the body hair. He was perfect in so many ways. Of course I also saw the bruises which under this light, looked more like burns. He must have seen where my eyes were going. "Want to touch one of them? They don't hurt." They were harder than the surrounding skin. Bumpy. "What happened?" "You really haven't heard about me? You are new." "What should have heard?" I was playing dumb. And being dumb. And.... "Well. You should have heard that I fuck like a beast and never use a rubber." I didn't answer. Just took off all my clothes and looked at him with pure desire in my eyes. "Maybe you should have also heard that I like a good blow job. Get down there." I got down on the floor and started french-kissing his prize-winning meat. I took as much of it in my mouth as possible. It took some effort and my technique probably wasn't the greatest, but Alan made some appreciative mutterings. Whenever he expressed pleasure, I continued to do what he obviously liked. My mouth stretched as far as it could and my lips were getting numb. "Get it good and wet. It's the only lube we got." I wondered if I could make him ejaculate with just oral. No. I needed way more practice. And then he had me pinned to the floor, breathing hard and grunting like an animal. No actual words were spoken. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders and started pushing that tool around between my cheeks. This was going to hurt. I knew it in the back of my mind, but I was looking at his handsome face and beautiful brown eyes. I'd never been so horny or aroused in my life. Reality set in when the head of his dick pushed through, tearing and ripping its way up my ass. My God! No way did guys like doing this. It felt like a fire bursting inside of me. I yelled out but his mouth soon covered mine. "Hush now, sweet baby. This won't take long if you relax and try to loosen up a little." "No! Stop for a second. I can't do this." "It's kinda late now...my precum is already swimming inside of you. Let's just finish." He kept kissing me and then talking dirty as his thrusts got deeper and faster. I adjusted to it and almost got a chance to enjoy it a little. But he suddenly stopped. "Ahhh.... there it is. There's your little gift from me to you. Let it sink in for a minute." "Thank you," I groaned. "That's twice you've thanked me tonight. Rest and recover there for a second. I'm gonna get dressed and go downstairs. Meet me down there." I was left alone there with a disease spreading through my body. Foul, tainted sperm. I'd lost one form of bitterness and then gained a more potent version that would kill me eventually. When I'd recovered and cleaned myself up a little, I went back down to the bar. The DJ was there but not Alan. Damn. I should have tried to please him more. "Is Alan here or did he leave?" "He just left. Did you at least get his number?" I reached down and grabbed his huge forgotten sandals. "No, but I got these." He just smiled sympathetically. My guess is that this had happened before. And it happened again and again. I scanned the gay news rag and went to all the big dick contests. Alan and I would do the same thing every time. Bitter drink, bitter smokes and bitter cum.

Remember the last time AOL chat rooms were a thing? A long time ago? I do. It was the mid-90's and I was a young punk who had some severe depression issues. Pretty sure I inherited it from my mom who hung herself when I was eight years old. I had some pretty major self-destructive tendencies: I chain-smoked, never exercised, drank all night, ate crappy fast food ,and would quite often slice my bare skin with a razor blade. I never cut deep enough to do anything but give myself some gnarly scars. Where was I? Oh yeah -- AOL chat rooms. There were tons of them back then. One of the first ones I visited was called "POZ AND RAW PIGS KC". I mean. Hell. Why not? I wasn't all that attached to my life and was not afraid of getting infected or dying. Not many people chatted with me -- mainly because I had no way of posting a pic of myself. I lacked a digital camera or a scanner or anything. I felt so left out, but one guy decided to start talking to me anyway. He was super-friendly and kind, and had full-blown AIDS. He didn't care about my missing photo. I was smitten because he paid attention to me. Sometimes that's all it takes. Ya know? We mostly made pleasant chat that I enjoyed except for the long pauses on his end, I knew drugs were the reason because of his profile which mentioned "PnP". I was stupid back then but still smart enough to know that probably meant cocaine or meth. It was meth. He confirmed this a few minutes later. He also sent me a photo and I waited to open it until his next long 'smoke break'. He wanted to hook up even though he had no idea what I looked like. Before we made any plans, he took another break. I checked my inbox and saw the two pics he sent. The first was a torso shot that showed a pink, skeletal body covered with bizarre tattoos. The second was a dick shot (the first I'd ever received). His cock was probably a tad smaller than average in size, but the fat, pink head of it was pierced with a large steel ring. We set up a time to meet the second his break was over. He picked me up outside my office. I had a real job back then, but knew it was only temporary because I was such a huge fuck-up that I never worried about getting fired. I thumbtacked a note to my chair that said "Be Back in 15 Minutes". Yeah, right. We drove away but immediately my guy slowed to a crawl because there was a cop car behind us. He had meth on the pocket of his camo shorts. We eventually made it to the scummiest gay bar in the city. It was known to be a haven of hustlers and dealers, but I didn't care. Beer is beer.I'll describe his looks: He was a few inches shorter than me and had no body fat whatsoever. He had a shaved head and a scruffy goatee. He wore a right army green t-shirt that showcased his amazing array of badly-done tattoos. We played darts. I innocently asked about the tats and he proceeded to tell me that they all meant something personal to him. He tried to explain each one, bit they still made no sense. I drank a whole pitcher of Miller Lite after we settled at the bar, but he had no desire for alcohol. His mind was on the glass pipe and stash he carried everywhere. Well, I guess we should go. He "owned" a house in a really iffy part of midtown. It was a pretty shitty-looking place behind a padlocked fence. Big surprise that he couldn't remember the combination to the lock. We jumped the chain link fence and hurried up the front door. He fished some keys out of his pocket and, of course, none of them worked in the lock. I should have bailed right then. But I had a belly full of beer and the image of his pierced cock in my head, so I followed him to the back of the house where he had to break a kitchen window for us to get in. I was worried some busybody in the neighborhood would call the cops and report us, but my host wasn't concerned. Once inside the house, I was astonished at what a mess it was. The kitchen was a mess of dirty glasses and greasy pans and, weirdly, a pile of dirty laundry. In the kitchen. As we moved further into the house, he warned me not to take my shoes off because of all the broken glass everywhere. No kidding. Smack dab in the middle of the living room floor was a full window with all the panes shattered. A few feet away was a an old player piano that had been harshly disassembled. I had the thought that this dude did not have his life under control. But his balls full of venom and the brutal piercing kept me following him up the stairs to his bedroom. It was almost too much. Seriously. There was more broken glass on the carpet (from where?) and a huge stack of VHS tapes and more dirty laundry. He stripped off his shirt and lit his pipe. There was bright sunlight in this room and I saw red sores dotting his mouth. I came right out and asked if he had herpes. Credit to him that he said they were just burns from the hot pipe, and that if he really had herpes, we wouldn't be doing this. I guess I had to believe him. He offered me a puff and I didn't hesitate. Taking a hit of meth felt like sucking on a blast furnace. But I felt good. Really good. After he put a porn tape in the VCR and pulled down his shorts, I got a good look at that steel ring through the head of his cock. I thought those things were permanent like tattoos, but he unscrewed it and let me look at the hole it left om the underside of his penis. On the TV, I saw a young blonde twink getting fucked on a bail of hay. His modest cock was really red because he jacked off pretty much all the time. I was sitting on the mattress and decided to get things going by bending forward to suck his somewhat deformed dick. It grew. Boy, did it grow! I thought he was too full of drugs to get it up, but I was wrong. He was steel hard. He wanted to go at it right then, but I told him he needed to put the ring back in first. He shook his head "no" and tried to climb back on top of me. I was insistent. So he screwed the thing back in and then mounted me like he was my groom on our honeymoon. Maybe I should have been smarter because it felt so painful that I cried out. My screams settled all over this mess of a house and all the shards of broken glass everywhere. He pumped and pumped and made noises like he was cumming, but I can't be sure he really did. Anybody who jacks off that much probably has nothing left to deposit. But maybe. And that was it. Never saw him again. Am I poz now? I don't care about my life enough to get tested.

Early 80's visiting a coworker in the AIDS ward at Kaiser Hospital. He was pretty out of it, so I spent most of the visit talking to his lover, also poz. He was hot as fuck, despite (or maybe because of) a couple KS lesions and a fair amount of weight loss. I rimmed and fucked his boney ass in the hospital bathroom.

My step-dad broke me in when I was 12. He basically had the birds and bees talk with me, and lied to me about finding out whether I was gay or straight by seeing if I would get aroused from me stroking his cock and sliding his cock in my ass. He would use butter for lube, fingering my hole and stretching it before he would slide his 9 inch cucumber thick cock slowly in me. I am thankful that he was very patient and gentle in the beginning because once I got used to it, he would skin smack pound the the hell out of me before busting. He would make me cum by stroking my cock while boning me, and it made me crave his bone since I was getting pleasure out of it as well. He boned me for about 10 years. After he passed away, I ended up becoming a total top because I couldn't find a top who would be able to bone me, stroke me at the same time, and make me explode all over my stomach and chest like him. Has anyone had any similar experiences with family member for a long period of time?

As a senior member of my local rugby club I was honoured to be appointed as social director for the coming season. My assistant was to be Gary who was a guy in his early 30s who I was good friends with. Gary and his wife Laura had a huge house that we had staged many charity nights from and their Bbq s were always a great night. I`d asked Gary to stage a Bbq one weekend when there was a big boxing night on the TV, which was met with a firm no from the players wives, and it was decided that they would be going out to various cocktail bars that night then come back to Gary and Lauras house afterwards. On the night I was suprised when I got to their house to find Laura was still there. she told me she wasnt feeling very well but might go later. I could tell she was upset at something and Gary wasnt his usual self. It seemed they had been arguing about something but I didnt push them for any info. Anyway the lads turned up and I forgot about it as the drink started to flow. At some point Gary came over to me and asked to have a private word. He told me he`d found out that Laura had been visiting a local swingers club and been getting fucked by various men every night she`d been there. We talked for a few minutes, and I ll admit the thought of fucking Laura was very appealing, I`d have to find out more about this club. Gary told me he was going to "make the bitch suffer" and I just hoped he didnt do anything stupid.. He told me to follow him upstairs and i was stunned when he showed me into one of the bedrooms. Laura was gagged and strapped onto the bed naked....legs wide open. Gary said "I want you to fuck her mate". I had to take a step back from this. I was in a bedroom with a beautiful woman tied to a bed and i was being asked to fuck her by her husband. AS I was digesting this one of the lads came out of the en-suite naked and got on the bed in between Lauras legs and stuck his cock up her. Gary left the room and I watched as Laura was fucked hard and fast. When the lad had finished he Told me "your turn". This was so horny I stripped there and then and got on the bed. I fingered Laura for a while felling the spunk from the lad before me before inserting my hard cock up her. It was a dream, she is a gorgeous woman, seeing her as I was fucking her was a real turn on. When I could feel my seed rising I asked her if it was ok to come in her. I was met with a firm "yes" by Gary who was behind me. I couldnt hold back any longer and let it go right up her pussy. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping my cock as I pumped seed up her. I let my cock slip out of Laura and saw my spunk run out of her cunt and on to her arse. Gary came over to inspect and started to push my spunk up her arse with his finger. I left and went in the shower as another one of the team arrived to have his turn. I went down to the kitchen to get a drink but I really wanted to watch Laura getting fucked. I went back to the bedroom and Laura had been placed on all fours and was now being spit roasted. This was unreal. She was getting loads at both ends now. Gary wasnt happy with this and ordered the guy who was fucking Laura to get underneath her and get his cock up her cunt there so someone could go up her arse. I climbed on board. As I pushed my cock into her arse Laura gave a loud groan as her her beautiful arse was taken for the 1st time. "Pound the fucking bitch" Gary demanded and we did our best.. The guy who was up her cunt slipped out of her at the moment he shot his seed and it went all over my cock. This got me really going and I grabbed Lauras hips and started to really pound her. My spunk shot right up Lauras arse and she seemed well impressed with my 2nd load. When it was all over WE reckon Laura took over 30 loads, she even sucked off one lad in the shower when she was cleaning herself up. Apparently she still goes to the swingers club although there has been no repeat of the night in their home.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 1) “What’s up? Are you looking for a tight hole to fuck?” a private message popped up on my screen. ‘RapeMeRaw’ was the guy’s virtual nickname. I clicked to view his profile. …18 years old …White …Slim …Blonde …No hair on his body, as far as the body-pictures showed. “Show your face faggot” I wrote back. He didn’t reply right away. Then he sent me a message, telling me, he would rather like to exchange some messages before sending his picture. “Don’t waste my time – Fake!” I answered him unfavorably. Several minutes later he sent me another message. “Please…. don’t show this to anyone. My parents still don’t know…” he wrote. Attached were some pictures of a cute young twink. He had an innocent look on his face and an angelic smile. “No one cares about you. How old are you?” I wanted to know. “18?” he instantly wrote back. “Are you asking me…?” I wrote, since he looked so youthfully, but who gave a shit. “Give me your skype address. I want to see you. Prove to me, that you are not fake news” I hit the send button. “I will show my face on cam. But I am not doing a sex show for you… just to let you know. I am not stupid…. you might record it after all….” his quick reply flashed on my screen. After getting his skype name I sent him a request. He accepted the call and I could see his face ‘live’. It was the handsome face on the pictures and after he passed this reality check, he turned his cam off again. “Okay whore – when can I rip you open?” I asked him via skype. “I don’t know… I can visit you if you like. I want to be raped hard.” he wrote. “Ever had a cock up your cunt?” “Sure - lots…. I am a true cunt” he lied. Since it is difficult to actually date a twink like this, if you write too long, I asked him to rape his ass that evening. I was sure, that he was already jacking off his young dick fiercly. “Can’t we write a little bit before?” he asked me seriously. “Nah – I am into the real stuff. If you want a hard cock up your slit, raping you savagely… then I am the right guy. Give me your contact address and I will pick you up.” Minutes passed without a reaction. I checked my profile. He hit it 9 times by now and was just surfing on my site. I had some hardcore pictures of my dick fucking tight assholes. The biohazard symbol was visible on my left shoulder. “Are you healthy?” he asked me suddenly. This guy was either stupid or simply not so experienced, as he would like to be. “Of course I am” I replied. I had no cold. I had no headache. I was feeling fine. My lips formed a devilish smile. The next moment ‘RapeMeRaw’ went offline. Oh well I thought and invited a bottom pig to my apartment. I knew this poz whore already and I was sure it would be fun fucking more of my poz cum into his snatch. The following day I received several messages. The little pup apologized for logging out so abruptly. His mother had entered his room and now he was scared, I would believe he was just a no show. He was begging for forgiveness and asking for another chance to be my rape victim. More messages came in, asking me for a second chance. Damn – this fuckslut seemed to be desperate for cock. Who would I be, if I wouldn’t give the kid a chance, meeting my toxic cock. “Apology accepted – meet me this evening at 6pm at a WalMart parking lot nearby” I gave him the exact address and told him to wait in front of the main entrance. During the day he wrote me several other messages. He told me, how he wanted to be ripped open and destroyed by my big cock. He mentioned, that he needed my cum in his puppy cunt so badly. He begged me to fuck him as brutally as I could and that no cry or plea should change my mind. I never replied to any of them. He saw me being online. He knew, I read the messages, but didn’t react. I was sure he got the right feeling, that this would be his one and only chance to meet me. When I came closer to the meeting point, I could see him from afar already. He wore tight white jeans which showed his butt perfectly. It was small ass and promised a tight fucking. His hair had a perfect sidecut. He was in a good shape and had a nice and slim body. It would be fun to show no mercy on the guy. “Hello Sir” he greeted me, looking at my big bulge. “Come with me boy. Let’s move to my car," I ordered as I took a good grip on his nape, leading him to my automobile. He was obviously scared, but as much as he looked around, his gaze always returned to my crotch, which bulged with excitement. Apparently he made-up his mind as he sighed and willingly walked to the car, where, upon arrival, I unlocked the doors and gestured for him to get in. He complied, closing the door as I took my seat in the driver's seat. “Where are we going?” he asked bashfully. I did not even look at him. I opened the buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the fabric. “Suck until I cum, or until I tell you to stop - you fuckwhore” I demanded. I pushed his head down to my crotch and felt his hot tongue playing clumsy with my dickhead. I could feel his hot breath on my toxic rape-stick. He was no professional! That’s for sure. I started the ignition and we drove slowly off the lot. He wanted to be raped… you got to be careful what you are wishing for…

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I'm a climber, which uses a lot of pelvic floor and core muscles in all sorts of ways. This means that if I train hard for a few weeks, I start to tighten up down there. Not like virgin hole or anything, just tight enough to make it feel good for both of us. If I take a break from sex for a few months (not very often these days), then the first fuck can even be a little bit painful for the first minute or so. I've noticed that some guys prefer tight and others loose and feeling like its well-used. I also have pretty special pelvic floor control to do something interesting things to a guy while he's fucking me but that's a whole other story

Wish that was MY hole tallied like that!

Absolutely ❤️ getting my ass eaten!

I've been to sex parties and had guys I was not attracted to show interest in fucking me. I usually accepted 99% of the time. If that same guy had tried to approach me online, he would have been turned down with 100% certainty. Horniness and seeing the hard cock caused my standards to drop LOL. But seeing the satisfaction on their faces afterwards did make me realize how truly vicious we gays sometimes are with guys who don't meet our criteria and how much sex is psychological. A nice shaped dick rubbing your prostate is a nice shaped dick rubbing your prostate. It really shouldn't matter if it belongs to a twink, bear, older guy or heavier guy. I do have a rule that I do live by with public cruising. If I express an interest in a guy and he doesn't reciprocate, that's fine, but he can't decide moments later when he can't find what he's looking for that he'll "settle" for me. That's offensive to me. I don't turn men away hoping for an upgrade so I don't accept this from guys either. You snooze, you lose.

I would have stuck around to see if I could have gotten more loads

Successful night at Club Orlando . 2 BBC dumped big loads in my hungry hole.

I've sucked off several paraplegic guys in wheelchairs before the following incident, but this was the first time a paraplegic guy has fucked me. I answered a Craigslist ad this afternoon. The poster described himself as straight, independent paraplegic guy, living at a timeshare condo on the south Las Vegas Strip. We shared a few back and forth messages and as well as some pics which showed a very nice looking guy in his mid 30's with a strong, muscular upper body. He had, however, no use of his legs. He also stated that while he was straight, he often let guys blow him as he had found more guys than women who wanted to suck him off. So, he was open to having me come to service him. I met him at his condo door. He let me in and locked the door behind me. He had a very nice, large suite with a beautiful view up towards the Las Vegas Strip hotels in the distance. He wheeled to the opposite side of the main room and parked his low chair with big wheels. He was wearing a white bathrobe. He untied the waist belt and opened his robe, showing off not merely his muscular, hairy chest, and his strong, muscled arms, but also his semi-hard cock, which was about seven inches, cut. I quickly walked over, dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. As I sucked him, his cock quickly hardened in my mouth. He had large, egg shaped balls hanging below his cock, but his chair kept his legs rather close together, making it difficult to get down to work on them, but, I was really enjoying working on his cock as it had swollen to full hardness in no time. "Hold it on a second," he remarked as he extracted himself from my mouth, and wheeled himself into the adjoining bedroom, through the french doors connecting the two rooms. Once there, he maneuvered his chair alongside the large, king-sized bed. Then, with some amazing feat of dexterity, he got himself out of the chair and onto the side of the bed, his legs dangling off the bed as he sat on the side. Again I dropped to my knees, my mouth, tongue and lips nursing his hard cock. His position on the edge of his bed meant I could more easily work his cock, sucking it, then licking it up and down, paying particular attention to the underside. In addition I was able to separate his legs and suck and lick his balls. Moaning in pleasure, he lay back on the bed, so I lifted his twig-like legs and licked under his large balls. He emitted another moan, so I lifted his legs higher and licked his asshole. Now, he really started to moan. "Fuck, YEAH!" he groaned as I licked his hole. I slid my tongue up into his hole and spread his hole with my fingers, getting my tongue up as deep into him as I could. "Fuck, Man..........Eat my shit hole," he gasped. I was eating, licking and lapping at his hole like a mad man. As I came up for air, he began to push himself farther up onto the bed, towards the middle of the mattress, so I climbed up on the bed and moved between his legs, renewing my attentions to his balls and asshole. As I did so I thought 'He's really an attractive man and has a really nice seven inch cock. I want him to fuck me, but not sure if he can or would'. I maneuver myself into a 69 position with him. He wouldn't suck my cock, he was, after all straight, but he did begin to play with my asshole, going so far as to slip one of his fingers into my asshole a bit. He also slapped my ass a few times. At that time I decided to make my move. I released his cock, stood, turned and straddled him, rubbing my ass against his throbbing cock. His contented smile told me he was game. I spat on my fingers and lubed up his cock, and then spat a few more times, lubing my ass, which I positioned over his cock, his head directly against my hole as, looking him in the eyes, I lowered my ass onto his cock. "OH, FUCK!!!" he groaned as my ass slid down his shaft. Riding his cock, I rose and lowered my ass so on the withdraw his cock head would almost clear my ass, only for me to descend, sliding down so he was balls-deep inside my hole. I also leaned forward so I could pinch his nipples in unison with the rise and fall of my ass. In a very few minutes his breathing got heavy, then ragged, and finally gasping, as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass. I could tell his cock had shot a few volleys into my hole, so I pulled off his cock a bit, feeling his warm cum drip from my hole and down my thigh, then I completely slid off his cock, spun around, taking his still-throbbing cock into my mouth so I could enjoy the last few bursts of cum that oozed into my mouth. When he was done I licked his cock clean as he caught his breath. "Oh, FUCK!", he says again. "I didn't want to cum so quickly. But I couldn't help it, dude. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time. Shit, that felt great!" he exclaimed. Smiling with satisfaction, I climbed off the bed and began to dress, answering "Glad you liked it. I did as well. How long are you in Vegas?" "'Till Monday, this time. But I come here three or four times a year, usually," he replied. Noticing a pad of paper and a pen on the bedside table, I wrote my email address and phone number on the paper, handing them to him as I suggested "Let me know if I can take care of you again." "Gladly," he answered as I finished dressing moved to exit his suite. His cum has been slowly dripping from my ass for the last three hours. I'm doing my best to keep it in me, but I suspect it's a loosing battle as he seems to have planted quite a large load in me. At this point I'm not sure how much longer I can hold it in my ass.

I recently started to get to know my neighbor Jim down the street. He's a big man , in decent shape and real hairy. We always have casual conversations , typical stuff about house maintenance , football ,weather etc. He's divorced like me. I ended up divorced cause my X figured out I like cock too.. All my x girlfriends figured it out, heck they figured it out before I did .. I guess I have that air about me. It was a late August day and football season had started. Jim called me up and invited me over to watch a game . I said sure. When I arrived Jim let me in. He only had on a t shirt and a pair of boxers. I acted like I didn't notice , but I did , I could tell he had a big cock under those boxers. It was easy to see the outline of his big cock and balls. I had on a pair of shorts , a t-shirt and a pair of tighty whitey bottom boy briefs (just in case , ha). The game was on and he was drinking a beer and asked if I wanted one. I don't drink so I declined. He had a couch and 2 recliners. He was on the couch and I sat on a recliner just to his left. I knew I'd get a good view of his cock , the heck with the Tv ! We chatted while the game was on. I couldn't help but look over at the outline of his cock and balls through his boxers. Some of his pubic hair was poking through the fly. He kept his hand close by his cock and every now and then he would flick his cock with his thumb. It was driving me crazy. At one point I could tell it was partially hard. It made my cock get hard in my shorts but my tight briefs kept it in check.. He had a computer desk close by. At halftime something came up in the conversation about a web site he was not aware of so I offered to pull it up on his computer. He said "sure, go ahead and sit at the computer chair." I sat at his computer and he stood right next to me real close as we watched the monitor. If I turned my head to the right his cock was right there . Though not pulled out or anything just being right there at face level a foot away made me nervous and horny. I took a quick glance to the right to say something and I could see his raw cock right there at the edge of the fly . My God I was horned up to play with his big cock at this point.. My cock got rock hard as I sat there at the computer. I didn't notice at first but he had quite a few tabs open on his browser . As I looked at the tabs I noticed one of them was BBRT. I instantly recognized it as I was already a member. I acted like I didn't see it. I managed to pull the site up I was looking , though all I could think about was his cock right there so close to my mouth . As I was talking I turned my head knowing his cock was partially exposed so I could get another glimpse. He saw me looking. It was partially hard and creating the tent effect . It also was opening the fly exposing his big cock even more. I looked up at Jim as I talked trying my best to not look.. Jim was horned up and he knew something I didn't. His cock was getting more obviously hard. As we talked it busted through the fly on his boxers. It was an OMG moment. My eye's looked straight at his big cock head. It looked awesome and pointed right at my mouth. Nothing was said as I looked back into his eyes. He grabbed the back of my head and guided his big cock to my mouth. My lips went right over the head of his cock like a magnet. He moaned a little as I started sucking the head. It was a big mushroom head and tasted awesome ! As I sucked his cock he grabbed the mouse and hit the BBRT tab to open it up. There I was. He had my profile page up with me showing my ass. My ad say's I like BB , sucking , taking a load and I'm undetectable friendly. Jim say's , " I knew you were a gay bottom , you like sucking big poz cock ? , I'm poz but undetectable , that don't bother you does it ?" He held the back of head keeping his cock in my mouth so I couldn't respond ! I didn't resist so my non response while sucking his poz cock was all he needed for an answer. Jim said " I have a 7 day load built up for you!" He say's " follow me" as his cock slips from my mouth and he leads me back to his bedroom. He watched me pull my shorts off. My cock was hard as hell in my briefs as I pulled them off , It sprang out eagerly . I pulled my shirt off next. Jim's cock was standing tall through the fly of his boxers as he watched me strip naked. It was a beautiful thing. Two homosexuals hard as hell and ready for that that first time encounter. We pulled our underwear off and he got close to me rubbing his cock on mine. His looked so much bigger , which always reaffirms my submissive role. We laid on the bed and started making out. I squeezed his hard cock tight in my hand as we made out. I worked my way down to his cock stopping at his nipples. I swirled my tongue over his nips and he pinched mine pretty hard. Jim laid back on his back. His cock was standing tall and throbbing. I went down on his cock with passion , rubbing my face up and down his big cock and worked my way down to his shaved balls. I love shaved balls. I sucked and licked his balls like a good bottom boy should. They were already drawing up quite a bit and rolling around producing seed. I did one long lick all the way up to his cock head and back down sucking the underside. He loved it. I grabbed his his cock pulling it straight up and sucked his cock like it was the best cock I ever had. As I sucked Jim's big poz cock it was obvious he was a heavy pre cummer .. Just about ever time I pulled down on his cock he would push out a drop of precum.. I started using my finger to get the pre cum off his cock head and rub it on my twitching sphincter . Jim really liked that. Jim say's " yeah get that boy pussy ready." That slick precum on my sphincter felt really good which made me want that big cock up my ass.. I couldn't wait any longer and I straddled over the top and we made out while his big poz cock was positioned at my back door wanting in.. Jim say's " I can tell you need my big cock deep in your ass." I said " yes , i need some dick deep ." Jim say's " It ok baby I'm gonna fuck you real good and give you what you need." Jim takes control and gets on his knees. His cock is raging hard and loaded with cum ready to fuck my ass. I get in front of him ass up , legs spread and head down. Jim say's " tell daddy you wan his cock !" I said " gimme that cock !". I hear Jim spit on his cock.. I then felt his cock head on my sphincter rubbing it back and forth applying pressure. I said " oh yeah , gimme that poz cock." The cock head went right on in my ass. It was big and my asshole held it tight.. Jim head fucked my sphincter for a few minutes. Felt so damn good. I could feel his precum making it really slick. Jim strated driving deeper with each stroke. Jim soon was balls deep and held there keeping the pressure on as he short stroked it deep. I reach under and massaged his drawed up balls. His big cock had me moaning and my cock dripping precum.. Jim say's " I'm really close!" Jim guides me to my stomach and lays on my back. He reaches under and grabs my cock with one hand and squeezes my nipple with the other hand while kissing my neck. Jim's felt huge , I could tell it was swollen to the max and ready to cum. Jim suddenly held his cock deep as he could get and he started to shake . Jim say's " take it baby , take it" I could feel his cock pulsating as he shot his poz load. He shot load after load. Never felt a cock unload so much cum up my ass like that before. I said " jezz that feels like allot of cum !" Jim say's " I told ya had a weeks worth ." as he laughed. My ass was full of cum.. Jim kept slowly stroking my ass. He didn't lose his hard on.. Jim say's "you ready to cum for daddy ?" I say "yes!" Jim rolls me onto my back, he puts my legs up over his shoulders and resumes fucking me as I stroked my cock. It didn't take long for me to cum. My first shot of cum went right over my head ! Jim's say's " yeah baby , cum for daddy !" I had a really intense orgasm shooting cum all over my stomach. Jim laid on top of me and buried his tongue in my mouth as his cock continued to slowly fuck me. Jim say's " all that beer , I need to go pee , I'd like to piss up your ass" I said " Ok , do it!" Jim's say's " I'll douche your ass in the shower." We get up and head for the shower.. Cum is dripping out my ass as I get in the shower. Jim is right behind me still half hard.. My hands are on the wall ass out and ready.. Jim slips his cock in and rubs my back and ass.. I said " come on daddy , piss up my ass !" Jim reaches around and grabs my cock . I then feel his big cock pissing in my ass.. It was my first time having a men piss in my ass , I liked it allot.. As he pissed up my ass I started to piss too as he held my cock.. it was awesome as we both pissed at the same time.. Jim say's " oh yeah , I love it !" Jim douched my ass with his warm piss.. I turned around and we kissed and I pushed it out. It went all over the place and down my legs... Jim turned on the shower and we cleaned ourselves up.. I got on my knees in the shower and kissed Jim's big poz cock in worship. Jim says " your my bitch now " I said nothing and kissed his big poz cock again in agreement..

I fuck men. Men are hairy. I want to feel that hair when I eat a hole. I love the look of it as it becomes slick with spit and and ass lube. The best is my cum clinging to all that hair surrounding his ravaged, puffy hole--tempting me to taste my load and clean his ass of all I've done to it.

No Risk… No Fun… (Part 4) “Come here… stroke my cock while you dance you horny fuck” I ordered Davis. He hesitated at first and looked at me worried. Then he moved slowly towards me and lowered his head. I could see him crying. He took my hard cock in both of his hands and started stroking it gently. We could all hear him sob. I handed the cam to a mate, then put my arms around Davis and pulled him closer to me. “Continue stroking me, pup” I told him in a normal tone. His head rested against my right shoulder. I could feel his tears on my skin. My hands started massaging his ass cheeks through his white pair of jeans. My black leather gloves made a nice contrast to the white fabric. Davis’ sobbing increased slightly. He was shaking like a leaf. He guessed obviously, that I would tear his jeans down from him and rape myself into his body. “What’s wrong baby? Don’t you want to welcome us with your sweet innocent hole?” I asked him softly. He shook his head slowly, without looking at my ski mask, revealing only my eyes and my mouth. “Open your jeans and keep on moving your body to the music” I said. Another friend moved closer and pressed himself against the youth’s backside, twisting Davis’ nipples again. Davis heard a loud squeak - just to learn it was himself making those noises. My buddy pressed his hard dick against the boys’ jeans and Davis felt an enormous erection pushing against his ass. The guy moved slowly with Davis rocking body. There was danger in the air. “Start to unbutton your jeans now” I repeated myself squeezing his ass cheeks even more. Davis shook almost violently while sobbing and started to follow my order. It took an eternity for him, to unbutton his pants, but as soon as he accomplished the task, my friend and I pulled Davis’ tight jeans down to his upper thighs. His movements were now more restricted, because he couldn’t get rid of the whole pants at once. I looked down and realized the slut was wearing a jock strap. “Oh you cheap whore…. you dressed up for us? Huh?” I looked at him with my masked face and lifted his chin up, so he could see my cold eyes through the slit. “I bought it for today” he sniffed. “You bought this for our date? You hear that guys? This slick cum bucket bought this whore pants for us” I sneered. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and my mate immediately attacked the boys’ hole. He tried to push his glans penis into Davis, who wailed in distress. It was fun to keep the boy in place, while my mate tried again and again to push his cock into this narrow pink hole. It seemed impossible to fuck him dry. I mean… of course with enough brutality it would fit sooner or later, but we had another plan. “Let a real man open up this cunt” another guy leered. We dragged Davis to a couch and positioned him over one of the couch arms. Someone spread the boys’ ass cheeks apart and with a little bit of spit the second guy actually entered the boy two inches. Davis screamed like a maniac. I pushed his face into a cushion, to muffle his screams. “How does it feel, getting ripped up without lube. Do you like his cock boy? Do you want more of his tube in your cunt?” I shouted out. “Man… he is tight…” the lucky bastard moaned. He withdrew his cock and we let go of Davis. The little punk tried to get up and run for the door, but fell over his own two feet. He tumbled down and crawled away, only to end up hiding in a corner of a room. There he tried to be invisible. Davis blinked and saw three pair of legs walking into his direction. The guys walked slowly and removed their belts slowly. He didn’t dare to examine the whole situation. All he could see were several legs, three hard cock and some dangling belts. Then he felt the first blow….

Finally...sorry...lots of stuff going on. __________________________ Chapter 22) “Darr? Honey? Wake up, we’re here,” said an insistent voice. I felt a hand grasp my left arm and apply a little pressure. “What, huh?” I said as I was forced awake and found myself looking into Mike’s eyes. “Good morning,” I said drowsily, smiling, stroking his cheek and giving him a kiss. He chuckled. “You’re really out of it. We’re here.” “Where here?” I said shaking my head, then running my hands over my face and through my hair in an attempt to clear my fuzzy brain. “New York, where else? The flight landed and everyone else has gotten off the jet, they’re just waiting for us.” “I guess I fell asleep,” I said, yawning while I dug under the seat in front of me for my messenger bag. “That’s one way of putting it,” Mike answered, giving me a hand up and taking charge of our coats and his backpack as we deplaned while smiling our thanks to the flight crew. I couldn’t believe we had completed the trip and that there hadn’t been a single hitch: no midnight raid, no death threats spray painted on the door and no broken windows. But in late November when I called, the only pair of tickets available for the week before Christmas was a flight that left at 6:15 AM. That meant getting to the airport by 4:45 AM at the latest. I was anything but a morning person, so Mike had to more or less drag me out of bed. Rod and his business partner, Jack, drove us to the airport, taking a round-about route. As far as I could tell, no one followed us. I delivered holiday bonus checks that my parents had sent for Rod and Jack, then Rod escorted us inside and kept watch as we checked our bags and went through security. We’d purchased muffins and coffee before boarding the first flight and more coffee and egg sandwiches during a layover in Detroit. But even with all the caffeine I sucked down I’d slept through both flights. Having Mike near allowed me to relax – I felt safe and secure. Now we were in the terminal at New York’s LaGuardia Airport walking towards baggage claim. I was still pretty fatigued; it was hard to keep pace with Mike’s long-legged strides, seemingly completely unaffected by the early start and long trip. “How is it I’ve never noticed before that you’re a morning person?” I asked him. He shrugged. “Farm boy here.” “You’re a farm boy? Literally?” I said in disbelief. “Yup. My family lives in southwestern Pennsylvania, just over the state line from Maryland. We grow organic vegetables, there’s an apple orchard and we raise free-range chickens and ducks. My dad is also a park ranger.” “The things I’m still learning about you.” This was why he owned a couple of pairs of heavy-duty work boots. We hadn’t talked a lot about Mike’s family; my sense was he found the topic painful, so I hadn’t pushed it. I knew that they were Christian fundamentalists of some sort, didn’t observe Christmas and that Mike was the eldest of three boys, but that was it. We made it down the small flight of stairs to baggage claim, all the while buffeted by the swirling pre-holiday crowd. “My mom said she’d meet us somewhere around…” I began and then heard her call my name. “Mom!” I exclaimed as she made her way toward us, wearing a dark coat over a chunky knit black sweater and black leggings and boots, with a rose pink cashmere scarf looped around her neck. We hugged, and then she turned to greet Mike, taking his large hands in her slender, delicate ones. “Mike, welcome to New York. It’s wonderful to see you again, I’m so glad you could visit with us for the holidays,” my mom said. “Oh, no, thank you Mrs. Leib…I mean, Mimi,” he answered, remembering that she hadn’t taken my dad’s name, and wanted him to call her Mimi anyway. “I really appreciate the chance to see New York and spend time with Darren and you and Mr. Leibowitz.” “You’re always welcome in our home,” my mother said. “Let’s grab your bags, and I’ll get a car to pick us up.” Twenty minutes later we were on our way into the city in a comfortable SUV. I was in the back seat with Mike; my mom rode shotgun. I leaned against Mike, my eyes at half-mast. Mom sighed. “You stayed up late to do laundry and pack, didn’t you,” she said to me. “Yeah. I was booked all day yesterday, two tests with just a lunch break,” I said through a yawn. “How was the trip?” “It was fine, almost no turbulence. Darren slept soundly all the way here,” Mike answered for me. “I think we’ll have a quiet day, then, if that’s okay with you. We’ll have lunch once you’re settled and tonight we have dinner reservations at Nice Matin. After that, you can watch a movie or do whatever you’d like.” “Nice Matin, my favorite…sounds good,” I mumbled and slipped into a light doze as I felt Mike’s muscular arm slip around me. This homecoming was in complete contrast to Thanksgiving, when I spent the ride home fuming and feeling sorry for myself. Since things had been so quiet – no incidents at school for weeks – Uncle Jeffy, Mom and Dad had decided that having Mike accompany me was enough. At 6’2” tall and 215 pounds he had more than enough muscle to take care of anybody who even tried to harass me. Since we didn’t plan on spending much (if any) time apart, hired muscle would have been redundant. We’d be able to sightsee at our leisure; I was looking forward to taking him to my favorite places along with the usual tourist stuff, like Ellis Island, the Empire State Building and the 9/11 Memorial. I drifted out of my nap to hear my mom say, “…relieved you’re with him. I think he’s – well, to say the least – more comfortable with you than with professionals. Though the guards we hired for Thanksgiving were very nice, this will be much more fun for Darren. And for his father and me.” I pretended to be asleep and just managed to keep from laughing at Mom’s characterization of Trent and Nick as “very nice.” But I certainly agreed that having Mike here was more relaxing than sneaking around like I did last time, for all that I enjoyed myself with those two studs. No one fucked me quite the way Mike did, and with him I could work on being bred for keeps. So far no sign that it’d worked – not even a cough or a sneeze. I wondered how long it would take. Maybe even now the virus was taking hold? I must have drifted off again, because it seemed like seconds later that the SUV was letting us off at the apartment house where I’d grown up. Mom slipped the driver a cash tip after he helped us unload our luggage. Mike looked around, wide-eyed as he took in the neighborhood where we lived. Across 81st Street was Hayden Planetarium, and just beyond it was the Museum of Natural History. To the left, at the eastern end of the block, Central Park beckoned; to the west was Columbus Avenue with its shops and restaurants, Pizzeria Uno prominent on the corner. His expression was admiring as he gazed at the elegant Beaux Arts façade of the building that I’d always called home. Javier was on duty and he opened the door greeting me enthusiastically. “Mr. Darren, good to see you back so soon. Nice for your family you could visit for the holidays,” he said as he shook my hand. “Thanks, Javier. Your family is good?” “Couldn’t be better. The oldest is on the honor roll at school for three months running!” Javier answered, his face beaming with pride. “Congratulations,” I said. Javier looked at Mike inquiringly, and I realized I hadn’t considered how to introduce Mike. I made a snap decision that I wasn’t going to hide anything on this trip. Everyone knew I was gay; when I decided to come out at age 15, it had been impossible to shut me up on the subject. “This is Mike Prescott, my boyfriend. Mike this is Javier, the best doorman in the world.” They shook hands; if Javier was surprised he hid it well. In spite of the slight tension I felt in the moment, I was unable to stifle a huge yawn. “Darren, sweetie, we better get you upstairs,” my Mom said, steering me towards the elevator, Mike following. “He was up late packing, even though they had an early flight,” she explained to Javier over her shoulder. “Kids,” he said, commiserating parent-to-parent with my mom. As soon as we got off the elevator we could hear Maxi’s barks interspersed with high-pitched yelps. “He only barks that way when you come home,” my mother said as she unlocked the door. Maxi burst in the hall as soon as the door opened, whining hysterically, sniffing at my suitcase, jumping on me, then running around in circles, unable to contain himself. “C’mon Maxi,” I said as we entered the apartment and he followed immediately, now inspecting Mike’s suitcase. “Uh, he isn’t going to, um…‘mark’ his territory, right?” Mike asked uneasily. “Oh, no, he’s very well trained,” my mother assured him. “Maximillian Amadeus Grandiamus, come here and meet Mike,” I said as I picked the dog up and accepted his “kisses.” “Maximillian Amadeus what?” Mike echoed, starting to laugh. “Grandiamus. Long dog, long name. He goes by Maxi, really.” “Well, hi there Maxi,” Mike said, carefully offering the back of his hand. Predictably, the dog immediately nuzzled Mike’s hand expecting to be petted. “He’s just like you, pushy and demanding,” Mike said with a grin. “He knows what he wants, that’s all. And he has good taste.” “Can’t argue with that,” Mike said. I put Maxi down, took Mike’s letterman jacket – I never would have believed that I’d date the captain of the football team, even though the season was cancelled – and hung it in the hall closet next to my long winter coat, then led the way out of the entryway into the front hall. Mike paused for a moment to look around, then said, “This is a beautiful place you have, Mrs., uh, Mimi.” My mom smiled. “Thanks so much, Mike. I thought we’d put you in the guest room…” “Mom,” I interrupted impatiently, “Mike and I have been sharing a bed for the past four months. What’s the point of putting him anyplace other than my room?” She looked startled. “Well, uh, I…” “Plus I know Grandma and Grandpa let you and Dad sleep together when you weren’t married.” “Your grandmother has a big mouth,” my mom grumbled, accurately pinpointing my source. “Daddy and I were engaged to be married at the time.” I continued to press my case. “It’s not like you have to worry that I’m going to get pregnant.” Mom massaged her temples and said, “Fine, I give up. Your grandparents are going to be staying overnight after the Chanukah party, anyway, so this will make it easier.” “Grandma and Grandpa are visiting from Florida?” I said, excited at the prospect of seeing them; I would love for them to meet Mike. “What about their apartment downstairs?” When my grandparents sold the place to Mom and Dad, they bought a smaller apartment in the building as a pied-á-terre for when they visited New York. My mom looked faintly uncomfortable. “No, it’s Grandma and Grandpa Leibowitz.” I stared back at her, speechless. “Sweetie, I know you find them…difficult…” “Difficult?” I echoed sarcastically. “I guess you could say that, since my father’s mother strongly implied that I was mentally ill when she found out that I’m gay and told you to send me for conversion therapy.” I had refused to refer to my dad’s parents as my grandparents ever since the ugly scene just before I left for college. Mike watched us lob arguments back and forth as if he were at the U.S. Open, wisely remaining silent. “Darren, the entire family is coming here this year for the gift exchange, your aunts, uncles and cousins from both sides. We couldn’t exclude them.” “Great. Perfect. Maybe Mike and I can take Maxi for a two-day walk. Or I’ll call Nana and ask her if we can hide out at her place. When were you planning to let me know they were coming?” “Do you have to be so difficult?” my mom countered without answering me. “I know it’s uncomfortable for you. But Dad and I have made it clear that you’ve brought a friend to visit from school and that they have to be on their best behavior.” “Do they know he’s my boyfriend?” I asked bluntly. “Well…not exactly.” I exhaled, controlling myself with difficulty. But I could see how anxious my mom was, so I relented, entertaining myself with the thought of laying a big, wet smooch on Mike in front of my father’s parents. “Okay. As long as they’re civil, I’ll be civil back.” She smiled, relieved. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ll be surrounded by family and Mike.” I planned to remain glued to Mike or someone to avoid any time alone where I could be cornered and harangued for the duration of their stay. Maybe I should insist on having Trent and Nick here, too. If there was ever a time for bodyguards… I yawned widely again, feeling twice as exhausted after the burst of adrenaline had worn off. “Mike, follow me,” I said. “Let’s unpack then have lunch.” “Sweetie, it’s a little early,” my mom said. Glancing at my watch, which had the time at 11:45 AM, I had to concede she was correct. “But you’ve been travelling all morning, I’m sure you could use a snack, and then lunch a little later,” she said. We went to my room, Maxi bringing up the rear. As soon as we were in my room, he jumped up on the bed, circled a couple times, and then settled down for a little nap. All the excitement had worn him out; at six years old, he wasn’t a puppy anymore. Mike looked around as we unpacked, taking in the calming colors and my choices in decoration, and seemed to like them. “You have a private bathroom?” “Yeah, this used to be my nanny’s room.” “You had a nanny?” he said, surprised. “With working parents, it’s not uncommon in New York.” “The way you speak to your mom…” he said, coming to a halt. “Yeah?” I said puzzled. “Do you always argue like that?” “Not always, but, yeah, we discuss things that involve the whole family. Why?” “If I ever question my parents…well, it’s not pretty.” “Really?” “Yeah, my dad makes most of the decisions.” “What century are they living in? The 19th?” “It’s all from the Bible.” “Oy, then it’s more like second century. BCE.” Mike laughed at my candid opinion. “Now I know how you had the courage to go back at Zetcher the way you did. You’d had a lifetime of practice.” “I guess it’s an Upper-West-Side-New-York-Jewish-liberal thing. I was encouraged to question everything and not accept easy answers.” Then I giggled a little. “But I don’t think Mom and Dad were quite ready for me.” “I’ll bet they weren’t.” “Ha-ha,” I answered sarcastically. After a snack of toast with almond butter and hot tea, I showed Mike the rest of the apartment, Maxi sticking closer than my shadow. It was like seeing it anew through Mike’s eyes – things I take for granted were now somehow refreshed. “That picture was in your book, Mimi, right?” he asked, indicating the large framed portrait of my parents and me hanging over the sofa, taken when I was around a year old. I was caught in mid-laugh, seated on my mom’s lap, clutching my father’s index finger; his other arm was around my mom, and both of them were looking down at me with wide smiles. I’d always liked it, but hadn’t known that it was in that stupid memoir. “You’ve read it?” she said nervously, casting a worried glance in my direction. “It was assigned in a writing course I took, it’s a really sweet story.” She smiled, gratified, then said “I’m afraid Darren was ambushed with it when he was in eighth grade.” “You should read it,” Mike told me. “Sure,” I said back. When hell freezes over. He moved on to the piano that sat at an angle next to the sofa. “This must be an antique,” Mike said, running his hand over the smooth, polished surface of the rosewood Steinway grand. “It’s beautiful.” “You know pianos?” I asked. “A bit, because my parents made sure I saw a lot of classical music concerts. But it’s the woodwork that’s really special,” he said, running a careful finger over the elaborately carved lattice music stand, with the Steinway logo (a lyre) in the center. Finally, I showed him the adjoining library/TV room. There was an entertainment center that included a wide-screen flat panel television; the family PC and shelves filled with books, pictures, CDs and DVDs. A loveseat, a couple of recliner chairs and a chaise longue large enough for two constituted the seating arrangements. “This is the most comfortable seat in the house,” I said, sitting on the dark gray, plushy chaise. Maxi jumped up and made himself comfortable on my lap. “See, Maxi agrees with me.” Mike sat down then leaned back, experimentally, groaning a little. “You are not kidding,” he said yawning as he rubbed behind the dog behind his ears. Maxi looked as if he’d be content to stay in place for the rest of the day. “This is the perfect spot for relaxation.” Looking from Mike to me, my mom said “You both look ready for a nap.” Mike stretched and yawned. “I think you’re right. We’ve been going since before dawn.” She dimmed the lights, then slid the pocket door partway closed. “I’ll wake you for lunch in another hour or so.” Mike turned on his side, put his arms around me and nuzzled my ear. “If I weren’t so sleepy I’d probably rape your ass right about now.” “Sounds good,” I said on yet another yawn. “Wake me up when you’re ready.” Maxi was already breathing quietly and evenly, his body a warm, comforting weight. With Mike’s muscled arm across my chest I was perfectly comfortable. “You okay? Need a blanket?” I murmured, now only half-awake. “This is fine,” Mike whispered. “You do a great job of keeping me warm.” And that was the last thing either of us said as we both gave in to the pull of exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep. Sometime later I was pulled from sleep by the realization that I needed to go to the bathroom. Immediately. I didn’t really want to get up, but I didn’t have much choice. Fortunately the guest bath was immediately adjacent to the library, just off a short connecting hallway between the front hall and this room. I gently disengaged myself from Mike’s embrace; Maxi was nowhere to be seen. Once the urgent need had been seen to, I glanced at my watch: 2:41 PM. Mom must have let us sleep, and I was now ravenous. When I returned to the library, Mike was awake. “Sorry,” I said. “It was urgent.” “I could use a trip to the bathroom myself,” he said stretching. And I could watch him stretch and flex his muscles all day, I sighed to myself. I showed him to the guest bath, then went to see what had happened with my mom and lunch. I found her sitting at the kitchen table, working on her laptop. She closed it when she saw me and said, “You’re up.” “Mom, you didn’t wait on lunch, did you?” “No, I already ate, but the two of you were so soundly asleep, I decided not to wake you. Besides, your father called to move dinner back to 7:00 PM, so there’s no rush. Ready for something to eat now?” “Definitely. I’ll get Mike.” I found Mike in my room where he’d gone to get the gift bag for my mom he’d put together with my help: organic, fair trade dark chocolate and coffee beans. “You didn’t have to do that,” my mom said when he presented her with the bag of goodies. “My mom taught me to never go to someone’s home empty-handed,” he answered back. Since he has telepathic abilities when it comes to food, Maxi appeared, ready to join us as soon we sat at the kitchen table. Mom served mashed sardine sandwiches on whole-grain sourdough and homemade lentil soup with tea or coffee. “I hope this is okay,” she said apologetically to Mike. “Sardines are kind of an acquired taste.” He had taken a bite of sandwich, chewed and swallowed. “Not a problem, Mimi, it’s delicious. In my parent’s house we ate whatever was served, no questions asked. A lot of it was from the farm, anyway.” “The farm?” “Yeah, my parents run an organic farm…” “In southwestern Pennsylvania,” my mom finished. “How did you know that?” I asked. It wasn’t right that she knew more about my boyfriend than I did…and a little suspicious. “I wrote a piece about organic farms. I didn’t realize that Mikes’ family was the same set of Prescotts as Prescott Organic Farm. What a funny coincidence,” she explained. “Oh, yeah, I remember there was an article about the place, it really boosted business,” Mike said. Okay, I’m officially nuts, I told myself listening to the conversation. There was a reasonable explanation for my mom’s knowledge. “I remember your parents vividly. Most organic farmers are decidedly left-wing in their sympathies, but they’re fundamentalist Christian environmentalists. That’s rare,” my mother told him. We finished lunch with organic applesauce from the Prescott farm, appropriately enough. Afterwards, we took Maxi to the dog run. Then we went home the long way, going around the block so we could get a look at the entrance to the Museum of Natural History and the Hayden Planetarium on our way home. Once in the elevator, I caught sight of myself in the mirror: my face and neck were covered in stubble and my hair looked like a rat’s nest after sleeping on it. “Yuck, I look like shit. I better shower again and shave this time,” I said while I futilely tried to finger-comb my hair into some semblance of order. “You always look good to me,” Mike said, sliding his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him. I could feel his arousal through the soft gray jeans he was wearing and pushed my butt into his crotch. “Maybe we could shower together?” Maxi, not quite sure of what was going on, jumped on me, giving a short, distressed yap. “It’s okay Maxi, I like it when he does this,” I said, picking him up. “He’s your chaperone?” Mike asked as we got off the elevator. “No, he’s just not used to seeing me with an affectionate boyfriend. And he has a rooted objection to anyone getting more attention than he does.” I set the dog down as soon as we got inside the apartment, and he made a beeline for the kitchen and his water dish, lapping noisily. Then he padded over to his favorite spot in the living room for his afternoon nap. We hung our coats; the apartment was completely silent. I’d been expecting my mom to greet us, but she must have stepped out. “How about that ‘shower’?” Mike said, pushing against me from behind. “Right this way,” I said grinding my hips against him. We wasted no time, going directly to my bedroom; I allowed him to precede me, closing the door quietly and then locking it. I turned around and launched myself at Mike, my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. I caught him off-guard, but after a brief hesitation he returned my kiss and was hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his hips. He maneuvered us to my bed putting me down without breaking the kiss, then lay on top of me. I could feel his muscular weight pressing me into the mattress, the enticing aroma of his and my perspiration blending and the taste of his lips, uniquely him. I let myself just drink it all in, every nerve ending screaming for more, to be closer. He stopped kissing me to say, “We have to inaugurate this bed.” “Huh?” I said, not really caring what he meant, pulling him down again. “I still can’t believe that your high school boyfriends didn’t even try for that luscious little butt of yours,” Mike said as he turned us on our sides so he could squeeze my ass. “What a bunch of idiots.” “Yeah, all both of them,” I said and shrugged, fairly sure now was not the time to tell him that Trent and Nick had beaten him to fucking me in this bed. It was Mike’s and my first time in my bed at home, and that’s what counted. Hot as those two guys were, I didn’t feel anything that even approached the connection Mike and I had. I kissed him again, rolling us so he was on top. “They weren’t big on kissing me, either.” “What. The. Fuck?” Mike said, disbelievingly. “Where did you meet these assholes? How could anybody not want to kiss you and fuck you all the time?” “Don’t imitate them, then” I whispered. “Quit talking and fuck me already, it’s been almost a week since we had sex!” Finals week had been non-stop – we’d just fallen in bed every night and went directly to sleep. One night Mike even had to stay up studying for a while after I’d gone to bed. “You’re just like Maxi, pushy and…” “Yep, I’m an animal,” I interrupted, punctuating that utterance with a playful growl. We sat up and started to undress each other, pulling off layers of clothing: sweaters, followed by t-shirts. I dropped to my knees in front of him and unlaced his heavy work boots, then took the opportunity to bury my face in his crotch. Mike began to unbuckle his belt, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Hey,” he said, “I wanna get naked with you.” “I want to enjoy the trip,” I said with what I hoped would be a mischievous smile. “Very funny,” Mike said, correctly realizing I was turning his own rationale for taking sex slowly on him. “I’m really horned, and if we play too much before, I’ll shoot in my jeans.” “So taking it slow only matters when you want to?” I teased, lightly nipping at the growing hardness in his jeans. “Ahhh,” Mike said, pulling my head off of his dick. “You nearly made me cum.” “I’m sure you’ve got plenty to spare,” I said. Determined to spin out the foreplay as long as I could, I was much more gentle now, nuzzling his erection delicately with my nose, inhaling his scent again, pressing gentle kisses that evolved into licking the shaft that I could feel twitch in response. I stopped for a moment and looked up at him, deep into his handsome, chiseled face, those beautiful brown eyes and his thick, dark hair, which he’d had neatly barbered for the trip. “Doing this with you gets me so hot,” I said breathlessly. “Please let me serve you,” I begged. “You really are a total submission pig,” Mike said with an affectionate grin. “Is that a complaint?” I teased. He shook his head and said, “But you have to do whatever I say. Stand up,” he ordered, his usual smooth baritone a bark. I felt my stomach tighten and my dick got instantly hard as I did as he ordered. “Strip,” he demanded. I slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops languidly, dangling it from my hand before dropping it on the floor. “Yeah, babe, that’s what I like,” Mike growled, leaning back on my bed to watch the show. I took off my cowboy boots as gracefully as possible, in other words, not very. Then I unbuttoned the waistband on my jeans and unzipped the zipper a little at a time, doing my best to give him what I hoped was a smoldering look. “Take it off,” he said. I turned my back on him and did a few bumps and grinds, then eased down my jeans, giving him an eyeful of my ass encased in the tight black briefs I was wearing. “More,” he urged me. I put my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, and let them dip, giving him a quick glimpse of my butt, looked over my shoulder with a teasing smile as I turned to face him. I walked over to him and began to do a lap dance, gyrating in place without touching him or letting him touch me. Finally, out of patience, he pulled me down and dragged my briefs off of me, then fingered my asshole, gently tickling before he pushed a fingertip through the tight ring of muscle. I groaned at his touch and pushed back. “I need it,” I whispered. That was all it took for Mike to push me gently to the side, stand and hastily throw off his jeans and briefs then retrieve the jar of Vaseline he’d packed along with the black silk sheet used for my initiation that had been repurposed (rightfully, in my opinion) as a fuck sheet that he spread so I could lie on it. His dick was drooling pre-cum, practically pulsing. I moved to take him in my mouth, but he pushed me back on the bed and briefly sucked my dick before taking my legs over his shoulders, lubing himself carefully so that he didn’t cum prematurely, then lubed me with the greasy stuff before entering me in one rapid thrust. I gasped with a combination of pain and pleasure, and then Mike was thrusting in and out, trying to go slowly but unable to do anything but thrust harder and faster, both of us panting and grunting. He leaned down and covered my mouth with his; I reached around and began to tickle his balls and butthole. His thrusts seemed to double in speed; his dick was at the perfect angle to rub against my prostate, pressure steadily building, the pleasure nearly unbearable. “Cum with me,” he rasped as his thrusts turned brutal, impaling me with each thrust until he gasped explosively, and rammed against me three times before burying himself inside me up to his balls filling me with his toxic load. I could feel his pubic hair scratch the tender skin between my legs, felt his dick throb and pulse inside of me, triggering my own orgasm that seemed like a shower of sparks racing through my nervous system from scalp to the soles of my feet. Mike had collapsed on top of me; I could feel his heartbeat racing, then slowing as he relaxed on top of me, sated for now. He propped himself on his elbows and kissed me languidly, our mouths soft now with the melting sweetness of our first kisses in our room back at school. “I’m really glad I came,” he began. “Me, too,” I said, giving a quick squeeze of my sphincters that made him shudder and gasp. “I mean, came to New York with you,” he said reproachfully. “Oh, that,” I said with elaborate casualness. “You mean you’re glad I bullied you into visiting New York?” “I didn’t consider what the best part would be.” “What’s that?” I asked when he didn’t continue. Mike kissed me on the lips again, then nuzzled my ear before whispering “That I’d have you all to myself.” And my own bonus: I could get all the poz cum I wanted during vacation.

Jason and I went to a really great building on the Hudson River. I would call it the Upper East Side. We were buzzed in and took an elevator. When we got out of the elevator, I could hear the low buzz of a party and saw a couple really sexy 20-somethings stumble out of an apartment door. We walked past them and entered the apartment. They said, "Have fun sexy fuckers." I turned to look at them and smiled. They were really hot. I wondered where Jason brought me. There was a long hallway, followed by a rather large sunken living room and a decently sized kitchen with a breakfast bar separating it from a platform overlooking the living room. There were groups of guys all over, couples, groups talking, two guys fucking by the window. We went to the kitchen and grabbed a drink. Jason then took me to the bedroom where we stripped off our clothes, put them in a bag, and went back to the party. We were both in jockstraps. As we left the bedroom, another door opened at the other end of the hall. Jason turned toward the room and said, "Come on." We walked in and I saw a small group of guys on the bed. The guys were really attractive twinks, twunks, jocks, and a sexy French otter in the center of the bed getting fucked. He welcomed Jason. Jason leaned in and kissed him. Soon Jason was sitting on the bed and a guy was spreading Jason's legs. He asked Jason if he wanted to get fucked. Jason moaned and said yes. The top guy said, "You and Frenchie are always such sluts." That's when the guy fucking the French otter blew his load, screamed kinda loud, pulled out, and another dude took his place fucking the French guy. Fuck this was so hot! I watched for awhile as my dick grew hard. I wanted to be as free as Jason and be on my back letting guys fuck me. It looked so good. I finished my drink and went for a refill. I made this one all vodka and did a shot with the guys in the kitchen. I wandered back to the bedroom. I watched some more as the guy fucking Jason was really getting into it. He kept feeling Jason's body and making Jason suck his fingers. I drank my vodka by gulps. Guys felt my body as I sat on the bed. Jason looked over at me and smiled. One guy leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back and our tongues wrestled. The guy I was kissing reached between my legs as I reached for his solid cock. The guy feeling my hole put his cock to my lips and said, "suck this!" I licked the tip of his dick. It tasted good. I sucked the head into my mouth and did the short stroke for a bit. Then I took the rest of his cock into my mouth. I tried hard to get it all in but now realized how thick it was since he was stretching my mouth. I sucked his cock for a few minutes before he pulled out, grabbed some lube, fingered it in my ass, and handed me some poppers (which I used). I spread my legs as he slid his bare cock inside me. His dick spread my ass some and I grunted. Jason reached over and stroked my cock as my top's balls touched my ass. I was adjusting as the top started stroking in and out of my hole. Jason's top came in his ass and another top replaced him. My top leaned over and kissed me as he fucked me. He grabbed my shoulders from under my back, my legs spread and feet parallel with the ceiling, and he kissed me and pumped his cock into my ass. The top fucked me for about five minutes. He leaned into my ear and said, "Tell me you want my load." I said, "Do it! Give me your load." He shot his load in me, collapsed on me, then kissed me again and we untangled ourselves. He grabbed my hand and said, "Come with me." I went with him. As I left the bedroom, I turned around to see another top taking over on both Frenchie and Jason. The group in the living room area had changed a bit. I was brought over to the couch and the guy who'd been fucking me said, "Sit on this cock." I looked at the very sexy Latino dude with a great big cock and I stood over him on the couch. I lowered my ass to his cock and my cum filled ass swallowed his cock slowly as I lowered myself. The top said, "This bitch is a natural bottom. No enhancements need." I answered, "Except vodka." The Latino looked at me and smiled and said, "Get this bitch some vodka. Ice?" I said, "Yes please." I continued to ride his cock. I guess I'd been getting in good workouts or I was just really fucking horny because I didn't feel the burn in my legs or glutes from riding this cock. My top brought back my drink and handed it to me. I lowered myself all the way down on the dick and drank about half the drink. The Latino dude lifted me up a bit, said "Don't spill any" and proceeded to carefully turn me over the couch with his cock inside me. I had no idea how he did it but he must've stretched me out a lot. I was now bent over the couch as the Latino dude fucked away at my ass. He was driving his cock in and out of my ass. I had trouble finishing my drink and set it down on the floor behind the couch. A guy stepped up and put his cock to my lips. I was opening my mouth when I saw my previous top get bent over by a really thin older guy. My previous top said, "Knock me up man." The skinny older guy jammed his cock inside him. I started sucking the guy in front of me. He didn't last long. In a few minutes, he filled my mouth with cum. He pulled away and I looked back at the Latino fucking me. He was watching my previous top take a raw, dry fuck. He was obviously in pain as the older thin guy banged away at his ass and called him a names like "slutty cunt, "nasty bitch" and "bugchaser." As that top sped up so did my Latino dude. The Latino dude and my previous top made eye contact and the guy getting fucked mouthed, "I love you" to the Latino dude fucking me. The older top and my Latino top came in our asses at about the same time. The Latino dude pulled out of me, went over to my previous top, pulled him up into a kiss, and led him away to the bathroom. The older thin top said, "My work here is done." He got dressed and left the apartment a few minutes later. I picked up my drink which now had some cum in it; but I drank it anyway. I was going to the kitchen when a deep voice said, "My sweet boy. Long time. What are you doing here?" I turned and there was Lou. Lou was the black guy who'd fucked me in Albany before I went to college. I turned and threw my arms around him. I kissed him. "Lou!!!!!," I cooed. He laughed and said, "I watched you getting fucked by that Latino dude. Did you make him use a condom?" I blushed and shook my head no. Lou reached around and slipped his thick finger in my sloppy ass. Lou said, "You want to get fucked some more." I nodded. He bent me over the counter and slid his giant dick into my hole in one stroke. My eyes rolled back into my head as he fucked me. Lou fucked me for about 30 minutes. He was putting on a show - not just for me, but for the other guys. He was showing them what a great fuck he was even though he was probably the oldest guy there at the time. I watched as guys watched me get fucked, talked about it, and the entire room evolved into an orgy. By the time Lou made me beg for his load out loud, guys were sucking and fucking everywhere. Lou laid on my back for a minute. Both of us a sweaty mess. I had cum on the floor as he came inside me. We left and went to his hotel where he and his friend fucked me a couple more times. In the morning, Lou, his friend and I had room service. Lou and I parted ways that afternoon. I never forgot how we met, or how he stealth bare fucked me years ago, or how he fucked me and made me beg for his load in front of a room full of guys the night before. Ah, Lou!!!!!!!

I've never in the past paid someone for sex. And it's something I've never thought of myself doing. I get enough dick, that paying for it has never crossed my mind. But, today as I was checking out Craigslist ads, I came across an ad from a 26 year old black guy that was looking for a cocksucker and bottom to take his dick. Normally, if I see the words "generous" "roses", etc. I won't respond to the ads. There were none of those types of words in his ad to tip me off. So, I replied that I would love to suck him and have him fuck me. The pics of his body, chest and cock that he posted were amazing. I included some of my pics in my reply and waited to hear back from him. Just a few minutes later, I got his reply. He said he liked my pics and wanted to fuck me. COOL! A few more back and forth emails, then he dropped the bomb. "Are you generous, Daddy?". Shit! I should have known. Of course a young, good looking, big dicked, stud of a young man like him would be wanting money from me. "Sorry, not my thing", I replied. "Too bad", came the reply. "For $150 bucks, my bbc would feel nice in your daddy ass." I didn't reply. It's a pretty common thing on Craigslist here in Las Vegas for the ads to be from "professionals". I'd stumbled on the trap, that I'm usually smart enough to avoid. About an hour went by, when this black stud sent another email. "You sure you don't want my cock in you?" He attached more pics of his cock. And a few pics of his dick sliding into some white holes. Damn!! I would love to feel him in me. But, not going to pay for it. I replied back to him. "I'd love your dick in me. But, I only fuck raw. Without a raw dick. AND without a load of cum in me, I'm not interested." Normally a demand like that, shuts them up. Most of the professional boys work with condoms. And very few, except the very high priced, exclusive, porn star hustlers will produce a load of cum. Hell, they're turning tricks all day. No way they can cum that many times. They're usually just pretty good actors at sounding legitimate when having a fake orgasm. Anyway, he wrote back, "OK. I'll fuck you raw. And I'll cum in your ass for $200." DAMN! This guy was tempting me to do something I'd never thought of doing. I kept looking at his amazing pics. Imagining how good his rock hard, huge, youthful, black cock would feel fucking me. I had a Christmas Bonus in my wallet. Do I want to blow most of it on what may be a real rip off? I've had a few friends that have used hustlers before. Some had good experiences. But some felt completely ripped off. Finally, my lust for his bbc inside me, weakened my resistance. "Yeah. I want you to seed my ass. Where are you hosting? Can you fuck me at 1pm today? He quickly shot me back his hotel name and room number at one of the big, fancy hotels on the Strip. And I replied that I'd be there. I douched, showered and got in my car. Making the 25 minute drive to his hotel on the LV Strip. It took another 15 minutes to park and walk through the giant casino to his room. I knocked on the door. Still apprehensive about this whole thing. He opened the door. Standing before me was this drop dead gorgeous, young, black God. He was close to 6ft tall. Perhaps 175lbs. His face was youthful, but masculine. He was wearing basketball shorts and a wifebeater tee that showed off his muscular chest and arms. He flashed me a very sincere, welcoming smile. He said "Come on in. Glad you made it. I'm Brian". He extended his hand. As we shook, he pulled me into the room. Closed the door behind him. Locked it and gave me a deep, wet kiss. Still holding my hand, he walked us to the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Next to the floor to ceiling windows that had a gorgeous view of the LV Strip. We sat on the sofa and kissed some more. Brian's a damn good kisser. As we kissed, he began to unbutton my shirt. I did the same to him. We were getting right down to business. Then he stood. Took hold of my hand and pulled me up alongside him. He unbuckled my belt and reached in my briefs to feel my hardening cock. I pulled open the waistband on his shorts and did the same to him. Even soft, it felt like quite a monster in there. Once we were both naked, he guided me to the bed. He had lube, poppers, hand towels all laid out on the bedside table. He kissed me again as we fell back onto the bed. Brian then took hold of the back of my head and guided it to his cock. I began to suck on him. Little, by little it hardened in my mouth. Once he was fully hard, I sucked on his balls for a few moments. Then we switched positions. And Brian began to suck on my cock. He sucked my balls for a bit, then lifted my legs and began to eat my ass. He had me squirming and squealing like a pig. I was begging him to fuck me. He guided me to get on my hands and knees. I asked for the poppers. He handed them to me and I began to take deep drags on them. I was going to need them to accommodate his large cock. As I was sniffing on poppers, Brian was lubing up my ass and his cock. Then he knelt behind me and began to press up inside me. He was young, but a real pro at fucking. He took his time sliding up into me. Letting me slowly adjust to it, before pressing in further. Once I had finally relaxed enough, he began to fuck me. He started off slowly, with long, slow, deep thrusts. But built up speed and depth as he fucked. Soon he was slamming in hard. And I was begging for it. This kid had great instincts. He reached under me and began to pinch and squeeze my nipples as he fucked me. Nothing makes me hornier than having my tits tweaked. Though it didn't seem rushed, it didn't take long before he began to growl and grunt. He slammed hard and deep in me, held it there and then yelled out, "I'm cumming..." His giant, bbc had been rubbing against my prostate as he had been fucking me and as he shook in orgasm, my body also began to quiver and shake as I experienced my own orgasm and I shot my own load onto his white, hotel sheets. He pulled out of me and dropped onto the mattress. I cuddled up alongside him and gently kissed this bronze God on his lips as we both caught our breath. We gently kissed for a couple of moments, then he hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear water in the sink running as he cleaned off his dick. I dressed and pulled $250 from my wallet and left the bills on the dresser for him. He deserved the extra $50. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom. As I gave him one last kiss of thanks. And I headed back to my car. No doubt, he'd have some other dude up in his bed within the half hour. I wondered how many guys he was fucking each day? Not a bad gig, when you can make a Vegas Holiday Weekend into a "Paid Vacation". As I drove home, I could feel some of his cum sliding out of my ass. When I got out of my car in my garage, there was a large wet spot on my cloth car seat. I went in the house and expelled the rest of his cum into my toilet. Damn! He had put quite a large load into me. I must have been his first fuck of the day. He definitely didn't "fake it", like I had heard so many reports of the rentb-ys doing. While I don't have any intentions of paying for it, anytime too soon. It was a good fuck. I wish it had lasted a bit longer. But he felt great fucking me. And he got me off, with just his fucking. What more can I ask for? By the time I got back onto Craigslist, he had a new ad up and running. The thought crossed my mind, that it would be interesting to just sit at the end of his hotel hallway and count the numbers of guys going in and out of his room all day and night. I have no doubt he's making quite a hauling this weekend. Oh, to be young and hung!

Hi there

Love to use poppers but don't always have them around or I get too focused on the top that I forget. Poppers are what "helped" me to get bred for the first time by a fuck bud. Felt so wrong and I was so fearful of bugs, but he and I never used another rubber. Had a few more regular buds and we fucked raw. Then, a couple years after that I got introduced to the harder stuff and well you all know how that story goes . . . .

I actually prefer when he pulls out of my throat and cums all over my face while im still gagging, then kicks me out of his apartment to walk home with a face full of jizz.

ATM is mandatory in my playroom. I want to go back and forth constantly while you are on the fuck bench. I have never been told that any of my bottoms have had an issue. I clean other top's cocks direct from ass before felching...and I have never had an issue at all. My men know how to clean deep and I use a lube (H20 Anal) that has no taste.

Most of the details in this story were relayed to me through a chat buddy. I doubt it's true, but I'd like to pretend it is. When I first moved to the city in a different state from a hick town in Kansas, I didn't have much money. I needed an address so I could put out my resume and interview for jobs I rented a studio apartment in a crappy part of midtown. It was a beautiful old building but the interior looked like hell. We're talking walls that had not been painted since the early 70's, dirty carpeting and the slowest elevator in the universe. It smelled like a combination of curry and mold. Not Park Avenue by a long shot. The only somewhat positive thing about it were my neighbors on the sixth floor. They were an interesting mix and mostly friendly. There was Jodi, a 20-something stripper at 'The Pink Garter' - a club right down the street. She always had weed so we bonded right away. She confessed that she had several boyfriends who paid her rent, bills, etc. And then there was the beautiful, young ballet dancer who was always in tights and could't take a single step without stretching or strutting on his toes. At the very end of the hall was a guy who was always carrying electronic equipment in and out of the elevator. I'll always remember him, hauling car stereos down to his place, cords and plugs trailing behind him. Most of all I can never forget Alex. Alex. Remember I was just a dumb-ass from the Midwest and I'd never seen a dude who wore wigs and makeup. I he wasn't quite a girl and certainly not a man. After we got to know each other a little, he told me "I'm not a girl or a boy -- I'm a sissyfag". He was also a serious drug addict. He did meth pretty much all day and then disappeared at night. He kept offering me a puffs from his grody glass pipe, but I always declined. I already had issues with weed and alcohol and didn't want to further add to my own decline. I didn't visit Alex often, but at some point we exchanged email addresses and he flooded my inbox with messages that were mostly nonsensical. I usually deleted them without reading even half of what he'd typed. One thing I noticed was that his screen name ended with '99'. He'd never mentioned anything about the occult or Sarah Palin so I questioned him about it the next time I saw him. He was unusually sober and lucid at the time and led me by the arm to his shitty place that was even smaller than my studio apartment. He kept looking over his shoulder and darting his eyes back and forth. He told me a tale that I'll tell you now as if he were writing it: "I didn't have any jobs that day and was running low on my "medicine". I was bored and horny as fuck. So I went on Craig's List and answered an ad from some guy that said he liked cross dressers. I'm NOT a cross dresser, okay? I'm a sissyfag. There's a difference. But I could tell he was a freak so I answered the ad and gave him my address...my address HERE. I was prepared to be let down because CL has always been a bust for me. But hours later, there was a knock on my door. I was in a wig, bra and panties -- in full makeup of course. I opened the door and saw a beautiful, buff blonde frat dude. I felt so hideous in comparison to this Adonis, but summoned my sissyfag will to invite him in. I was prepared to make a bit of small talk and offer him a beer, but he just grabbed me forced me down to the floor eight away. He peeled off his t-shirt, jeans and sandals and got on top of me. He didn't take off my panties so much as he ripped them with no real effort on his part. He bent his head down and kissed me so hard. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth and it tasted like a lead pencil. It was a powerful tongue and seemed to expand in my mouth as he swirled it around. I thought I'd missed something because suddenly his dick was in my throat. Did we switch up all the sudden? No. His tongue had become a cock, I swear. As I was doubting my own sanity, he pulled off my face and, yes, there was a huge, weird-shaped cock jutting proudly out of his mouth. He waved it in front of my eyes and I spotted a small stream of precum leaking from the head -- and it was black. Black precum, I swear. As I tried to make sense of everything, he plunged it back in my mouth and it grew. And grew. It went all the way down to stomach and I was unable to breathe. He must have shot it there because I could feel him shake and hear his groans. I felt nauseous, and my throat and chest ached so bad. I propped myself up on my elbows and gasped for air. I saw him standing naked over me, and, I swear, his body grew bigger and bulkier. Right before my eyes. And here's the craziest part -- his dick had become TWO dicks. I know you don't believe me, but it's true. They were long and fat and twisting around each other like two pythons in love. It gets a little hazy here, but the next thing I knew those two snakes were inside my ass. I'm not tight or anything but this fuck was intensely painful. It might have lasted for hours because it was sunset when he finally came. I could feel it dripping out of my hole. He was already dressed when I finally stood up. There was black, bubbling sperm pooled on the carpet -- like somebody had spilled hot motor oil. He looked fairly normal again and demanded that I walk him back to his car. I was afraid to refuse. I was naked from the waist down and still in a bra & wig. I obliged and escorted him down to his expensive-looking car which was luckily very close to the entrance. He didn't say a word. Just drove off. I was exhausted and sore and really felt the need to throw up. And I did. For a good hour. I lied on my mattress and shivered violently. I had a fever all night and had bizarre nightmares/hallucinations about scary birds. I was sick the whole week with what felt like a super flu or something. After a week, I could crawl to the sink for some water. It was another 48 hours before I could stand, and another day before I could walk. Now I'm super skinny and none of my sissyfag clothes fit anymore. I'm sick as hell every other day, but still can't help but think of that guy/creature from Craig's List. I never could find him there again. So I started haunting Satanic chat rooms and asking online strangers if they'd experienced anything like I had. Nobody would talk with me so I added '99' to my screen name and tried again. Nothing really came of my quest even then. There's a bit more to tell, but I need to go puke again. "

Chapter IV. After being loaded with the bellhop’s cum, both my boy and I were still out of breath as the bus pulled away from the hotel in Berlin. In that city, we’d both gone from being in a semi-monogamous relationship to taking cum from likely-POZ strangers. We slumped down in the seats and my boy slid his left hand down his pants and past his crotch to his freshly fucked hole. I could actually hear cum squelching in his ass. He smiled and slid his right hand down the back of my pants. Once both hands were good and cummy he smiled. The tour guide walked past us and stopped. He leaned over me and sucked the cum off of both my boy’s hands. ‘Get some rest, guys. I’m going to show you a good time in Prague tonight. He tousled my hair and walked away. I dozed off and woke up a bit later to find my boy gone. I poked my head over the seats and couldn’t see him anywhere. I also couldn’t put eyes on our hunky tour guide. I snickered and tiptoed past the other sleeping tourists and put my ear to the bus bathroom. I heard short breathing and the occasional wince. I rapped lightly at the door and the breathing stopped. The door cracked open and my sweaty boy peeked out. ‘Wait your turn!’ he hissed and closed the door. I knew he was at that moment probably full of raw dick. I went back to the seat and giggled, amazed at how hungry my once-almost-prudish boyfriend was now for raw cock. A few minutes later he hobbled back to the seat, and leered at me. ‘He’s ready for you,’ he said, winking. I stood up and kissed him. ‘He breed you?’ I whispered as I licked his earlobe. He nodded and whispered back, ‘He did. And he’s got a load for you too…’ He smacked my cheek and I headed back to the bathroom, glad that the rest of the passengers were all dozing. I opened the door, and there was the tour guide, naked from the waist down, with his huge uncut hard-on glistening with his seed and my boy’s fresh ass juices. His dick stood straight up, in front of his navel tattoo. I started drooling. The bathroom was very small. I nearly bent in half to try to lick the pearls of cum off of his dick. The tour guide stood me up, pulled my pants off and spun me around. He spit into his palm to grease my hole a bit and then pulled me down onto his cock. It was a good thing that I had fresh bellboy seed dripping out of me to ease his pounding or it would have seriously hurt. I didn’t realize I was moaning until he wrapped his sweaty paw over my mouth. He kept his hand there as he pistoned into me. He growled, ‘You’re in for it now. Took longer to work this load up since your boy got my first load of the day!’ He slammed into me and held me down so I couldn’t have pulled off of his raw cock even if I had wanted to. I made my way back to the seat to find my boy smiling in his sleep. We both slept a bit and woke up about three hours later on the outskirts of Prague. The sightseeing that day was lovely, but that’s not I’m here to tell, and not what you’re here to read about. After a breathless day of seeing too many touristy places, we checked in to our hotel. Dinner that night was to be in the hotel restaurant. We were hoping that there would be some naughty fun later so we showered and cleaned out pretty well just in case. I got so turned on watching him clean out that once he was spic and span, I dove into his ass. I swear I could still taste the tour guide’s load seeping out of his ass even after all of the cycles of cleaning… I had to fuck him. I lost my load quickly. I fired my cum into him, the third load up his ass of the day, and he pulled off quickly, stabbed his cock into me, and filled me up with what felt like a big sticky load, my third load too. As we were changing for dinner, and hopefully naughty fun afterwards, there was a knock at the door. A very handsome man was standing there with an envelope in his hand. He handed it to us, winked, turned, and walked off. After the morning tryst with the Berlin bellhop, we were surprised that he didn’t stay to fool around. I opened the envelope, and saw that it was an invitation to a private club with both of our names on it. It read, ‘Show me for free admission to the VIP area,’ followed by a street address. I got excited about what sort of club it might be, knowing that the tour guide must have arranged the invite for us. We headed down to dinner, ate a hearty meal, with the tour guide always finding a way to wink at us, or stroke our shoulders as he brushed by from table to table. I was rock hard the whole time. My boy reached over and under the table unzipped my pants, whipping out my cock. Of course, the timing worked out so that the busboy was clearing plates and got an eyeful. He froze for a split second, then licked his lips. As he walked away, my boy got up and followed him to the kitchen. I knew someone was going to get fucked. The tour guide appeared, as if on cue, saying, ‘Your boy must be entertaining Josef…’ I grinned. ‘You think your boy will take his load?’ I nodded. ‘Good,’ he replied, leaning forward to stroke my drooling cock. ‘He’ll need lots of lube for what I have planned for you both tonight. So will you.’ I nodded again, my throat dry. ‘You may want to see if you can find them… I bet he’s good for two loads. Most Czech boys are…’ I took his advice, zipped up, and headed down a back hallway to the kitchen area. I heard deep grunting through a closed door, took a deep breath, and opened the door. There was my boy, on his back on a stack of boxes, with Josef hammering his hole and another guy forcefully fucking his throat. Josef grunted with each thrust, while my boy had his head craned back, swallowing the huge dick swinging around in his mouth. The dick belonged to a surly heavyset hairy guy with white pants bunched up at his ankles. I could see my boy’s throat bulge every time the dick in his mouth slid deep. The guy motioned for me to come over to him. He pulled out of my boy’s mouth and my boy looked up at me, almost annoyed that he only had one raw cock in him. The heavy guy yanked my pants down and bent me over my boy, who greedily swallowed my cock. The guy’s cock was thick, and I was again glad to be slick with cum to ease a fresh dick entering me. I licked and stroked my boy’s cock as Josef kept fucking him. I felt like I was being split in two with the dick inside me thrusting deeper and deeper. I also felt the guy’s sweaty hairy belly slipped around on my ass and lower back. I’d never been fucked by a guy with a big belly before, and I loved the sensation. He smacked my ass and cursed at me, maybe in Turkish? Josef picked up his pace, and the hairy Turk matched him. The both moaned as they started cumming at the same time, filling my boy and me up with fresh cum. The Turk pulled out immediately, slapped his dick on my crack, pulled up his pants, grabbed his shirt and disappeared quickly. Josef took a little more time, easing back and forth in my boy’s hole. I watched as sweat glistened and trickled down his slim chest. He leaned forward and fingered my hole a bit. He said in a sexy strong accent, ‘I will see you boys later tonight… well, maybe not see you, but feel you…’ He winked and got dressed, leaving me and my boy to pull ourselves together. We dressed and entered the dining room just in time for dessert. Josef brought us coffee whispering, ‘you better stay awake… It’s going to be a long night for you both!’ To be continued…

totally hot poz boy!

Chapter II. I backed away from my boy as he disappeared into the darkest corner of the basement dark room. He was well-lubed and stretched out from taking three fresh loads, one of which was POZ. Knowing that I had helped fuck those loads deeper into his hole kept my cock hard. I felt parched and needed a rest, so I headed back upstairs to the bar, knowing my man was in the basement getting fucked. Raw. Taking cum. I headed up the stairs and sat on a barstool. The bartender gave me a smile, and poured a beer for me. I gulped it down. He smiled at me and asked "Are you and your boyfriend having fun?" I nodded, grinning wildly. "Mind if I fuck your boy?" I assented without any hesitation. The bartender made a quick round making sure the other patron each had a full glass, and then he stepped out from behind the bar, brushed behind me, grazing my ass, and slipping his hand into my pants. I shivered. He gave a gesture towards the stairs and without hesitation I followed him back down into the darkness. He grabbed my hand and led me through a maze of bodies and hallways. My boy was laying on his back on a bench in the middle of the room. There was just enough light to recognize him, even if he was surrounded by four or five guys who were jerking off, and he had a huge cock down his mouth, a cock in each of his hands, and a final cock was planted deep in his ass. The top fucking him was holding my boy's legs high so he could really pound hole. I watched as the top’s ass flexed and jiggled. He was a hot guy, and his ass was a little saggy, slamming with each thrust. He threw his head back and grunted as he shot his load. I knew there was little chance that he was wearing a condom. When he pulled out, the bartender knelt down and sucked his big slimy uncut cock clean. The top stood to the side so the bartender to could take his place. I recognized him as our tour guide, a tall beefy Nordic-looking blond. He smiled at me as he shook his cock. My eyes were drawn from his face down to that glistening cock. Even in the dimness of the room I could see the tattoo of a biohazard symbol which surrounded his navel. But his enormous cock really caught my eye as it was still hard. He put his arm around me and reached for my cock, first rubbing it over my jeans, and then slipping his hand inside. I unbuttoned them for him and he whipped my dick out. He whispered "If you guys are into this scene, I could organize some extra fun after the rest of our group goes back to the hotel each night." I nodded instantly. The bartender had started slapping his cock against my boy’s sloppy hole. He turned to me and reached out for my hand, leading it to his mouth. He spat into my hand and then placed my hand on his cock, so naturally I jerked him a bit, lubing him up. Then, when he felt himself to be sufficiently slick, he leaned forward and I shimmied his dick around a bit, helping him ease himself into my boy’s ass. Raw, of course. He started pounding my boy’s ass and my boy moaned in pleasure, even with the cock in his throat. My boy was in heaving in pleasure, having released his inner pig and taking loads from strangers. The crowd cheered on the bartender in a cacophony of languages. His pace picked up as he got close to cumming. His eyes locked on me as he shot his load, breeding my boy. He pumped a few times, caught his breath, and pulled out, his cock glistening, slimy with foam, his pubes matted with cum. With his sloppy dick hanging out, he grabbed my hand, leading me, and the POZ tour guide out of the room. I turned my head to see a thin scrawny guy mounting my boy. The guys led me to a cabinet with a hole in the wall. I knew what a gloryhole was, and seeing my boy taking that cum without regard to status or even knowing their names made me so horny I knew I was up for more anonymous play. The bartender didn’t ask, rather he told me, ‘You’re gonna clean off my cock.’ He disappeared and a few seconds later, his sloppy cock came through the hole. I bent forward and started licking. Gobs of cum slid down my tongue and into my throat. I nearly gagged as I felt my pants being pulled down to my ankles. I pulled off of the bartender’s cock to see the POZ tour guide leering at me. His mammoth cock was still out, and hard, oozing precum. I shook my head no, since I only rarely bottom, and had never taking a cock as big as his, certainly not raw, and certainly not POZ. He nodded ‘yes,’ and knelt down behind me, spreading my cheeks. I knew he was going to loosen me up with his tongue, and I’d eventually take his cock, and his seed. I relaxed into his scruffy face, feeling tingles as his stubbly grazed my tender ass. I went back to nursing the bartender’s cock, still hard, and still slimy. I guzzled down the cum on his cock, savoring the flavor of my boy’s ass juices and the cum of uncounted guys. After a couple of minutes the bartender’s cock swelled-up, and I felt his balls jerk against my chin, so I knew he was about to cum. I made the move to pull away so he could shoot on my face, but the tour guide held my head in place, the bartender skull-fucked me as the tour guide stood up and slapped his cock against my ass, sliding in surprisingly easily, balls-deep. Just as the tour guide hit home, the bartender started shooting into my throat. I gagged as my mouth filled with his cum, unable to swallow fast enough. His cum actually bubbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. A thought flashed across my mind: for the first time I was filled with dick from both ends, but I didn't dwell on the thought as the tour guide released my head, swiped some of the bartender’s fresh cum onto his fingers, withdrew his cock from my hole only to slide his cummy fingers into me. I groaned in frustration as the bartender stepped away from the glory hole. But my disappointment was short lived as a new cock appeared in the glory hole. It was not particularly big, but it was beautiful. The guy pulled his foreskin back and I dove onto it. The tour guide replaced his slimy fingers with his bare cock and slid back into me, balls deep. He didn't fuck, but seemed to just stand there, his dick flexing as I swallowed down the new cock, which I slurped until the guy in my mouth came. This time I didn’t try to pull off. I did, however, notice that my ass felt full, warm, and wet, and unbidden the tour guide patted my shoulder saying "Good boy." I turned my head back to the tour guide, my guts still full of his hard dick. I shuddered and said to him "You can fuck me." "Why? What do you want," he asked. "I want you to cum in me," I replied, quivering in excitement and frustration. "I already have," he explained, withdrawing his cock from my ass, only to kneel behind me, slurping out what I now realized was cum. When he had gathered a fair amount of cum into his mouth, he stood me up and kissed me, forcing his seed into my mouth. Three loads in my mouth, and one in my ass. I heard a chuckle, and saw my boy, naked, covered in sweat, cum matted in his hair, clapping. He embraced me as the tour guide licked the stray dribbles of cum off of my face. I pulled my shirt down and my pants up as my boy went to look for his clothes. We met up upstairs and the bartender gave the three of us a final beer, this one on the house. We took a cab back to the hotel with the tour guide, fondling each another the whole way. I was hoping that the tour guide would follow us back to our room for some more fun, but he told us to rest. We had to get some sleep, and be up early. The following morning we would hop on a bus to Prague. He told us he could arrange for some extra special fun there. We nodded and went back to our room. We collapsed into a sticky tangle in bed. He told me he didn’t know how many loads he had taken, and I told him about sucking cock at the glory hole. I topped him as he told me about feeling released, and of course I bred him. It felt so different breeding him with all of that cum inside him. I lay on my back and let him top me for the first time. He fucked me, telling me how hot it was watching the POZ guy tell me he had cum inside me. We fell asleep in a sticky pile, excited about what was to come the following day.

We'd shared a dick before; but it had been different. That had been laughing, giggling, three of us on a bed enjoying each other, all equal. This wasn't about equal; this was the two of us dropping to our knees at someone else's instruction. I heard him chuckle as our mouths dueled over his cock. Both of us wanted to take it into our mouths, but both of us were also hesitant. I won, because I'd had more experience taking unknown cocks at gloryholes; my hunger outweighed my nervousness. Her tongue played with his shaft and his balls as I worked the head with my mouth, feeling him swell in my mouth, and getting my first little taste of precum. As my mind couldn't help but remind me, poz precum. So I pulled my head back, licked my lips, and motioned to my girlfriend to take her turn. I could see her eyes widen just a bit as she slipped his cock between her lips, and tasted what I had...but we weren't going back now, and she closed her eyes and started to go to work on him. He'd taken the opportunity to shuck off his shirt, and now he wiggled his way out of his pants; any attempt to play it cool now gone. It was clear that he wanted us, just the same way we wanted him. "All right, let's go...I've got some asses to fuck..." And with that he reached down and took my girl's hair in his hand, tugging gently to pull her off his cock and to her feet. I helped her up as I stood, and I let her lead the way to the bedroom, with me behind her. We'd talked about how she wanted me to poz her, if she was going to get it, and so I wanted his load. Of course, we hadn't exactly made that clear, nor were we going to make much of a fight about it. Still, my plan seemed to be working as he reached out and gave my ass a squeeze. "Now, why don't you both get up on that bed and let me see what I've got to work with. Hands and knees." We scrambled up onto the bed, and got down on all fours -- reaching out to hold each other's hands, exposing our neg asses to his gaze. I cheated, I admit; we have mirrored doors on the bedroom closet, so I could see him as I looked between my own legs, and waited to see who he'd stand behind.

Marked as His – Hold the Cum in: The Saturday night I first met him was the start of a relationship in which I came to fully accept and embrace my interest in men, as well learn a great deal about many aspects of sex I was previously unfamiliar with. No one that I had met before him had taken me so far beyond the realm of vanilla sex, but he did in so many ways. First, a little more about our times together, including holding his cum in my ass, cuffs and stuff, and then a story of one Sunday afternoon when he had me provide the half-time entertainment during a football game for his friends that still makes me whimper as I was the grand finale when he became a fuck beast and his horse dick buddy went all out on my ass. My BBC owner and I did not ‘date’, did not go out to the movies or dinner, and he never came to my house, but I saw him almost every night for several months when our work schedules allowed as he would call me when he got off work and tell me he wanted some pussy, or would just say, “Come on, you ready?” Some nights he met me at the door naked and hard and would just bend me over and fuck me as soon as the door shut until he shot his nutt in my ass. Other nights he would enter me slow and take his time on the bed using lube. His bed was elevated and was the perfect level to bend over for him to get a straight shot or for me to get on my back. He always had the poppers handy as that seemed to help me open up for him better and his favorite way of fucking ended up having me bent over in front of him with his hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into him as he slam fucked. That BBC could stay hard for hours and shoot multiple loads, so whenever I was at his house I had cum dripping out my ass pretty much all the time as he always wanted to plant one nutt right away and then sometimes two or three more throughout the evening. I never quite new what to expect, beyond knowing that I was going to get fucked and he was going to be verbal and nasty, and while it almost always hurt at first, every day I craved and needed him inside me more and more. In between rounds of sex we only talked about simple things and he made it clear he was not interested in talking about his past. I assumed from all the secretness and such that he lived a ‘straight’ life and maybe had been married, especially since he always had straight porn playing. He told me a number of times that there better not be any other dick up my ass besides his unless he told me otherwise. At first, I did not quite know what he meant by that or why would he tell me to fuck with someone else, but I would learn. I always just replied said, “Yes Sir.” One time he added almost as an afterthought, “I fuck any pussy I want, but right now, my dick likes making yours mine.” That was as warm and fuzzy as he got verbally, but falling asleep in his arms with his dick buried inside me and feeling his cum burn my guts was all the assurance I wanted or needed. Even better was being woken up in the middle of the night with his arm around my neck, his hand sliding over my mouth, and him whispering in my ear, “Shhhh, let me in, shhhhh,” as his dick pushed into my ass for another round. - Hold the cum in – My BBC owner always had some new way to surprise and shock my still naïve sexual sensibilities. The second night I stayed over was a Sunday and when I got up to go home he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight by the door and whispered, “Let me have it again.” I just nodded, pulled my shorts down and bent forward and put my hands against the door. He spit on my ass and started fucking, telling me how he could feel his cum from last night up there and how much he liked that. He shot pretty quickly and then turned me to look into his eyes, “I WANT THAT CUM STILL IN THAT PUSSY WHEN YOU COME BACK TONIGHT.” I didn’t know what to say and had never heard of such a thing. Was it even possible? So I just nodded, pulled my shorts up and left. I was careful when I showered to keep my ass clenched and then spent all day at work worried that my co-workers could smell it, or smell him on me, or what if some leaked out? I finally couldn’t hold it any longer and had to go. When I saw him that night the first thing he asked was if I still had his cum. When I told him no and started to apologize I could see the disappointment in his eyes and he did not say a word, but fucked me anyways. That became a fairly regular routine where he would stop me by the door, give me another load, and tell me, “I want that cum still in that pussy when you come back tonight.” It was a couple visits later when I did come back with his cum still inside me and his eyes almost glowed as he got an evil grin on his face when I nodded and said, “Yes Sir, I still have your cum.” I then gasped as he tried to literally rip my shorts off as he pushed me onto the tiled floor of the entryway. He had been aggressive and rough before, but nothing like this. He was like a total beast, grunting as he got me down and worked his own clothes off and pulled his straining dick it. I was afraid and confused as I was not quite sure if he was upset with me or what, but I figured his hard dick was a good sign. Hold the Cum In Turns into- Racial Rape Play and Misc Fun - That was the first time we did racial rape play. Once I was laying flat on the floor he sort of squatted over my back, reached around and shoved his left hand into my mouth. He then almost growled, “Fucking white bitch, I’m gonna rape that pussy with this “N-” dick.” He took his hand out of my mouth, grabbed my t-shirt that he had ripped off and shoved it my mouth instead. I tried to wiggle a little and he slapped my ass with a full arm swing. “Fucking bitch,” – then he dropped down on me and went balls deep. As he did he pushed my head down to the floor and I tried to make noise but with the t-shirt in my mouth could do nothing but grunt. With every thrust he told me he was raping my white pussy, giving me his “N-” cum and how he could feel his cum up there making it easy for him to go deep and rip my second hole. Just as I thought he was going to cum, he stopped, yanked out, and pushed me into the bathroom, bent me over the vanity and sink, and slid back up my ass. The verbal and dick assault continued. He moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips and grabbed a handful of flesh in each hand, squeezed hard and started grunting as he dicked me faster and faster and in about 10 strokes he shot. He literally screamed out when cummed and his whole body shivered. We stood like that for a while and then his cock slid out and he pushed me into the tub. “Kneel,” he ordered. I did and soon felt him start pissing on me. This was the first time we had done water sports and he did not tell me to drink it or what, but I opened my mouth and took what I could. When he finished he told me to clean up and he walked out. Every time I would come over and tell him I still had his cum in me it was like that. He would get even more intense and very racially verbal and then piss on me in the tub. There were lots of things in addition to water sports that he liked. He enjoyed pissing in my ass sometimes and then fucking me. Sometimes he would hand cuff my hands around the bed post and fuck me bent over as I tried to stand/keep my balance using the post as a shoulder rest. One night he got out strawberries and whipped cream and shoved the strawberry up my ass and then ate it out. Holy FUCK! I had had my ass licked before, but nothing like that. My cock was dripping and I was begging him to fuck me. He then put the whip cream on his balls and I spent a long while licking and sucking his nuts. He was never really much into oral sex, which was fine with me and while he would have me suck him occasionally, it always progressed quickly to fucking. Marked as His –Sunday Football Fun – I’m the half-time Show and the Grand Finale was one for the Books My BBC owner and I had been seeing each other for a couple months when one Sunday afternoon he had me provide the half-time entertainment during a football game that still makes me whimper. Usually he always fucked me before sending me home, but that Sunday he didn’t, he just told me to be back to his place early that afternoon as he had some things to do and not to be late. He called me later and told me to pick up some chips and salsa and stuff at the store. When I arrived back at his place, he let me in and I noticed that he had plates out, and snacks, and stuff for drinks, and I was sort of confused. I asked what was going on and he said later, and to just help him, so I did. He then handed me a beer and told me to drink it up as he wanted me to get a nice buzz on and enjoy myself today. Soon everything was set up and he directed me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, pulled my ass to the edge, put my heels on his shoulders and started to fuck me raw. He shot fairly quickly – for him – and when he pulled out he said, “Just stay there,” and then he went in and hopped in the shower. So I lay on the bed and waited. He came out, dried off, got dressed in some clean clothes, came over and sat on the bed and told me to sit beside him. This was sort of weird and I knew something was up. “You’re my pussy,” he said, “and as I’ve told you, I’ve marked you as mine. I also told you no other dick better be in you unless I say so – right?” I just nodded, afraid as I knew I had not played with anyone else, but did he think I had? What was going on? He continued, “I got a few buddies coming over this afternoon to watch the football game.” I started to say something as I had never met any of his friends, but he kept talking, “…and I want you to stay in here and keep the door closed. I’m going to want more of that pussy today because my boys and I are going to party really hard and have a good time while we watch the game and that makes me really horny.” I could not imagine how he could get hornier than he always seemed, but did not say anything and kept listening. “So you stay in here, and I have something else for you.” He then reached into his nightstand and pulled out a blindfold. “I’ll bring in a bunch of beer for you, and you can watch the little TV – but low.” The big TV in his bedroom always had the straight porn playing. “Put this blindfold on your head. When you hear the door open to the bedroom I want you to put it over your eyes, and then lean over the right side of the bed with your ass in the air and be ready with the lube and poppers. I promise you, that pussy will be used and you better keep the cum in you.” The bedroom had a little entry hallway from the living room that had closets and stuff in it so there was always advanced warning when someone was coming in. I told him, “OK”, he nodded and left the bedroom shutting the door behind him. I lay back on the bed and must have dozed off a little and woke up a bit later and had to take a minute to orient myself as he had blackout curtains in his bedroom so it was always pitch dark no matter the time of day except for the light from the TV playing straight porn. I noticed he had a new film playing, it was still a black on white girl gangbang, but was one I had not noticed before. I could faintly hear muffled voices coming down the hallway, and occasional laughter, so assumed some of his friends had arrived. I turned over and turned the little black and white TV on. He had brought me a red cooler filled with beer, so I had downed 2 and was on number 3 when I heard the door open. I immediately slid the blindfold down, and scooted off the bed and bent over. I soon felt my BBC owner rubbing my ass cheeks and heard him saying, “Hmmmm…..Hmmmmm.” Then he slapped my ass hard and I yelped a little, but then said, “Yes, please”. He moved close up against my side. I could feel his dick through his pants and he bent down and said into my ear, “Not right now, but I’ll be back very soon.” I could tell he had been partying and drinking and was disappointed he was not going to fuck me, but then remembered his friends were here. He then left me alone once again. I climbed back up onto the bed and slammed beer 4 and 5. It was only about 20 minutes since he left and I was part way through beer 6 and feeling a good buzz when I heard the door. I scrambled back off the bid, slid the blindfold down, and waited for him as I was horny and wanted him inside me. It seemed like I waited forever and then I felt him squeeze my left ass check, then my right as he stood behind me. Wait – no – IT WASN’T HIM! I started to freak a little and almost stood up to ask what the hell. My mind raced. This must be one of his friends, but I belonged to my BBC. He would get angry. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? I then started to stand up and felt another hand push me back down. I then heard my BBC friend’s voice as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. “My friend here needs a little pussy and I told him you got some good white pussy, so I’ll be back later.” He the let go of me and the guy behind me started rubbing my ass. The new guy grabbed my left arm and pulled me down towards the floor. I heard him unzip his pants and he pushed my head into his crotch. I started to suck on his dick, which was not that big, but got hard pretty quick. He then pushed me back off his dick, I stood up, bent back over, and felt him squeeze some lube into my ass. He then started rubbing his dick up and down the crack and then popped it into my hole. The anonymous guy in my ass did not say a word, just made a little noise with each thrust. He did not fuck really hard or fast, sort of steady and even and soon shot his cum. I did not feel it, but could tell as his dick throbbed and he grunted. He pulled out and I heard what I thought was someone talking, but figured they were cheering the game or something. As I heard the door to the bedroom open and close I started to straighten up and heard my BBC friend say, “Get down.” Where did he come from? He must not have left. I heard him unzip his pants and felt his big cock head push against my ass. He slid all the way in and leaned on my back. “GOOD PUSSY, FUCK BITCH! NICE WARM PUSSY, WORKING THAT CUM IN YOU – AH FUCK YEAH!!” and then he shot. He pulled out, grabbed my head and said, “Lick it off,” then left. I padded into the bathroom and let out a bladder of beer, all the while making sure to clench my hole to keep the cum in. I climbed up on the bed and slammed another beer. I was sort of hurt and confused as I thought I was ‘his’, how could he let that guy fuck me? But as my ass throbbed and I felt the cum on the edges of my hole, I realized he must have liked watching that guy and knowing his cum was in me. He was sharing me with his friend, and he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want to admit fucking me. So I figured what the hell that was fun to do once. Little did I know. Maybe 10 minutes had gone by and I heard the door again, so I got into position and took a hit of poppers. I heard pants unzip and drop. They had keys in the pocket and kept rattling and it sounded like his foot was caught. My friend did not have keys in his pocket, so his friend must have come back. I soon felt a big finger go up my slick asshole and it made me jump. No, this was a different guy, and he fingered me 3 or 4 times, pulled it out, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole. It just paused there and felt like he was jerking it a little. I heard the lube spit out, and felt him jerking again. He must be watching the porn and decided to jerk off on my ass. I was wrong. “Oh baby,” he said, grabbed my hips and drove his cock in. His cock was fatter than my friends, so my ass resisted. “God damn it!” and he pushed again. This time my ass hole spread enough and he shoved further in. I grunted with the pain as his cock was even fatter at the base and it made my ass burn. “Oh baby, oh baby,” he kept saying over and over as he fucked. He pulled all the way out twice and shoved it back in making me take hits of poppers each time to deal with it. He started fucking rougher and deeper and I was not sure I could take it anymore. I put my hand back on his leg and he slapped it away and thrust harder. He then pistol fucked me taking his cock out to the end of his head and slamming back in faster and faster. “OH BABY,” he said really loudly, shuddered, “Shit shit shit SHIT!!!” and then his whole body shook. “Shit!” I could feel his cum hitting the sides of my guts from his jet-fueled squirts. He yanked out making me gasp, went into the bathroom, washed off in the sink, and then I heard him leave. God damn that hurt! I was breathing heavy and felt like I had to piss again really bad from all that beer – or the deep fucking. That guy felt like he had hit my kidneys. My legs were aching too and as I stood to stretch I heard the door. NO, I can’t take it again, so I just slumped against the bed. “Smells like fucked pussy.” It was my BBC friend. He stepped up behind me, slid a couple fingers up my ass, moved them around, “Hmmmm, nice and wet” and then pulled them out. He stuck them in my mouth, “You like that pussy? Got you fucked real good, taste that cum, hmmm.” He pulled his fingers out and I said, “I don’t think I can take it anymore and can’t keep the cum from coming out.” My BBC replied, “You’re not done, but I won’t fuck you right now. I know he has a fucking horse dick on him and ain’t gentle, so will give you a minute. Drink up.” Then he left. I went to the bathroom and could not believe how much cum, lube, and ass juices came out. I went back to the bed, stuck my finger in the beer and rubbed it around my tender hole. The sting hurt like hell, but seemed to make it feel better after a few seconds. I drank two beers as fast as I could and was feeling it really kick in. The door opened and the sounds from the living room were really loud. Sounded like more than 3 people – oh damn! I was tempted to stay where I was, but sighed as I did not want to disappoint my fried so I assumed the position. Heard pants unzip, then felt someone sit up on the bed beside me. They then guided my head to their dick and I started sucking. This dick was about the size of the first one but clearly a different guy. He was mumbling “Fuck her, yeah fuck her,” so I knew he was watching the porn. He shot, I swallowed, and he left. As soon as the door closed it opened again so I flipped back over and felt someone behind me. It was the first guy again, at least I was sure from his dick being about that size and again, when he fucked he just made a little noise with each thrust. He did not fuck really hard or fast, sort of steady and even and soon shot his cum. He finished and I felt someone petting my ass. Not my friend, someone else, and he started rubbing my ass round and round as I heard the guy who just fucked me leave. The guy started licking my ass. “Nice ass, there, real nice ass,” he said when he stood up. I heard him spit and braced myself. He was not as big as the horse dicked guy, but he was pretty big, almost as big as my friend. He eased it in, let it sit in my hole a minute once he was in. “Oh yeah, nice ass.” He started stroking my guts and before long I felt him shoot his load. It was hot and seemed to cling to the walls of my ass. He pulled out, patted my ass, said, “Thank you,” and left. I took a deep breath and stood up, but then heard the door again. Damn! I bent over and heard my friend say, “Want me in your pussy? You’ve been good pussy today, yeah real good. We’re at half time, so I brought you some more beer. Drink up. Now hold still and don’t move.” With that he thrust into my ass, did 4 or 5 strokes and then pulled out. “No, not now, I’ll take care of that later, but wanted to work that cum in there a little. No keep it all in until I’m done.” He left, I grabbed a beer, guzzled it down, and rubbed my stomach and ass. My whole body felt on fire and my legs were stiff. Then the door opened. I had just bent over when I heard a guy say, “Get on the bed.” The voice was different from the horse hung guy or the one who patted my ass – fuck someone new. I was sort of pissed, but I laid on the bed with my legs up, heard his pants unzip and drop, he spit on my hole, on his dick, and started fucking me. Don’t these guys believe in lube? Between the beer and all the fucking I was feeling a little out it, but this guy hit every hot spot in my ass and had me squirming and begging, “Please, please, please.” He finished, went to the bathroom, pissed and left. He must have been really horny because before I could finish another beer he was back and again just said “Get on the bed.” After his second load, I got up on the bed feeling exhausted. I had lost all track of time and loads for that matter. How many guys was that? I think it was 5, maybe I took a load I don’t remember, but between the 5 and my friend, I got like 8 or 9 loads. Little did I know there would be a grand finale. Grand Finale – Fuck Beast Vs. Horse Dick I was on my last beer and no one had come in for a while. I really wanted another one, but knew I could not go out there so was trying to figure out what to do when the door opened. I assumed my position, but with a little less enthusiasm. It was my BBC owner. “Here’s some more beer for you. Let me see your pussy.” With that he led me by the arm to the bathroom and had me bend over. He stuck two fingers in my ass, then a third, “Oh yeah, good pussy now, good pussy. Stay like that.” I still had the blindfold on and I heard some rustling and he said, “I got a little something for you. This will make you feel better.” He then used a paper towel and wiped off my ass ring and worked it some inside the hole about a finger’s length. He pulled the towel out, grabbed my waist with his left hand, and with his right stuck two fingers back in. This time it burned a searing pain and I screamed out. He did that a couple more times. “Shhh, this will make that pussy feel real good, really good! Now go lay back down, drink a couple beers really fast and you will be feeling great. I’ll be back in a minute.” The burning in my ass lessened some, and had no idea what was coming. I got back on the bed and started guzzling beer. I started feeling all hot and my ass felt so much better. I then heard the door open. I got in position and waited. It was very quiet and could not hear the game any more, but I did hear whispering. Who was that? My friend said “You’re gonna get that white pussy fucked good! Damn good – gonna fuck you!” He got behind me and started slapping my ass. “Yeah gonna fuck you up, you want that? You want this “N-“ dick? Huh?” and slapped my ass hard. I started to squirm and he pushed on the small of my back. He stood still a minute and then I felt his fingers up my ass again and the searing burning!! “Yeah bitch, that will make you take it.” He then stepped away. I heard more whispering and sounds of someone getting undressed. I then felt some hands spreading my cheeks apart – fuck IT WAS HORSE DICK GUY! I started breathing quickly as I did not think I could take it. He stuck a finger up my ass and my friend told me to hit the poppers. I did and felt that horse dick slam into me. I screamed out and he slapped my ass. “SHUT THE FUCK UP. TAKE THAT DICK, OH YEAH BABY, SOME FUCKING GOOD PUSSY, OH BABY. I GOT SOME CUM FOR YOU, GONNA FUCKING RAPE THAT PUSSY, OH BABY.” My ass was burning so bad and he was going so deep. I tried bracing myself but his weight and the height of the bed made it impossible. I hit the poppers and spilled as much as I sniffed. I heard my friend, “Come on ‘N- fuck it – tear that pussy up! Yeah “N-“, you got it, yeah “N-“ rape that white pussy!” That seemed to excite him as he went deeper and harder. His balls were smacking me and his thighs whacking my ass with each thrust. My friend kept talking dirty to him and he started in to. “Yeah bitch, want this “N-“ cum? Huh bitch? I can’t hear you,” and he cuffed my head, “I asked you a question bitch.” He cuffed me harder. I could barely breathe let alone speak, but said, “Yes, please, fuck me please!” When I said that he grabbed my ass and shot his load swearing with every drop of cum that spurted out. He pulled out and my friend slammed right in. I cried out ,“Stop, stop, please that hurts too much!” He said, “THAT’S THE IDEA, BUT SOON YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR IT. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE!” He became the fuck beast like he did when I had his cum in my ass when I got back at night, but times 10! I had never been fucked like that by him or anyone. The next several hours were a total blurr. After that first round he let me gulp down a beer. I had so much cum and juice running down my legs. I felt around for the towel, but he told me to leave it. The horse dick guy pushed me up on the bed and flipped me on my back. I took a big hit as I expected him to slam it. “YOU WANT SOME DICK? HOW’S THAT PUSSY DOING? YOU WANT SOME MORE DICK?” I said, “Yes, yes, yes,” but he asked again. I said louder now, “RAPE MY PUSSY!” He laughed and slammed it all the way in. My hole did not resist this time, but gulped him up. Whatever they had done to make my ass feel better had worked because I wanted more. He then lowered down over me, put his arms around me, picked me up and he sat on the bed with me impaled on his dick. He then pounded and I hung on begging louder and louder for him to fuck my pussy. He shot a load, then dropped me on the bed and my BBC owner climbed up and went right in. This is how the rest of the grand finale went. Me begging louder and louder for more and more, and for them to fuck me, and them obliging me with the roughest fuck they could give while telling me how they were going to rape my white pussy with their “N-“ dick and every time they heard me whimper in ecstasy they got even nastier. They took turns so when one finished, the next was ready to go again. A few of the fucks were kind of slow, but by that point I was trying to grab them to make them thrust harder. Sometimes I would suck on one tasting the mix of all the loads and lube and ass juice, while the other one fucked me. We’d take a short break as I gulped a beer or pissed, and then start again in another position. I totally lost track of time and how many loads I took, but I was in heaven. A few times I could have sworn there was someone else who had joined in who was fucking me too. Even though I was pretty drunk, and blindfolded, just the sounds and sense of the room would change, but I never knew for sure. When they had fucked me all they could, I lay on the bed exhausted and covered in their fluids. My ass throbbed and ached, but it was such an amazing feeling not only having been so full physically, but knowing how much I had pleased them and how satisfied that made me feel. My BBY owner came in, got in the bed, gently removed my blindfold, leaned over and kissed me goodnight. He never mentioned that day again, but he did pimp me out to the horse dick guy one more time after that, and that was even wilder than the first session, but that is a story for another time.

There is nothing better than knowing you are a mans urinal. Love to be pissed on and in. Just wish it was easier to find. I'm in Providence, RI and not too many PissTops around.

I'm still on the fence about it some days. Some days I'm like, "Fuck yeah I'm poz. I don't have to take shit from anyone and I can have all the raw sex I want and I'll do whatever because shortened life span and such." And other days I just feel kinda meh and wonder if things would be any different if I was neg. It's probably more of not realling having "positive" friends or guys I know. Most guys I know are neg some are poz. I'd like it more if there was a poz community. If you're able to go out and slut around and be a cumdump then yeah being poz is hella fun. Even better at a cumunion, although there really status doesn't matter to anyone. It's what I love the most about it. Some of the annoying things about being poz are places like clubs or bath houses where guys like to have dark room sex but stress a condom, make you wear a condom, or wear one themselves. They want to have anonymous or unknown sex in seedy places but the condom makes it okay. Could be sort of spoiled from cumunion where bending over, wearing a jockstrap, or hell just standing gets a raw cock in ya and not always a load but a good fuck. Or any ass that's open or bottom in a sling is free game and a nice hole to breed. It's not like that everywhere unfortunately. And some have mentioned this but the bar thing is really a bitch. I get turned down quite a bit when I tell guys I'm poz. Honestly, it seems the only time guys are really okay with me being poz is when they're fucking me in a dark room raw or at a bar and no mention of status I'm just a hole to them and I have no qualms with that. I can honestly say, I wouldn't recommend anyone becoming poz (despite popular vote and fantasy) but for those who are poz or become poz there are some things that make it okay. But I believe everyone who becomes poz finds something a little extra that they didn't have when they were neg. I might not be living the best right now but I am kinda living free, travelling sometimes, and having fun sexual encounters when I have them. For those who are poz, just live.

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 3: Hotel Hunting Grounds – As the college boy bent over to pick up a bar napkin that had dropped on the floor I could not help to think that his ass reminded me of a pan of hot biscuits in those tan khakis he was wearing and I decided then and there that I had the perfect buttery topping his hole needed. Along with Ernest, I have several regulars I fuck because they all have something they can offer me beyond being the dumb, cum craving cunts that they are – and one of those was Nick, the General Manager of a Courtyard Hotel next to a local university in DC where I used to rent rooms on occasion to bring negative asses back to breed and infect. Like most predators, I never took my prey to my den or home. He was working the front desk when I first met him, and on my second night there he offered to upgrade me to a suite. I went to the desk to get the key, Nick offered to help me with my bags, and within 30-seconds of the suite door closing he was on his knees, sucking my big dick, and 60-seconds later had my raw dick in his ass, which was soon sloppy with my poz cum. I loaded him up on a regular basis, and part of our routine now was me telling him about how I bred someone on his staff or a guest at his hotel whenever I used his cunt. Nick loved it and had called me to let me know they had a new college kid working the lounge and asked me if I might be interested. My rooms were always comped now, and Nick put me up in one of the suites whenever he could. Tonight I had a suite at the end of the hall on the 7th floor next to the maid’s closet and by the stairwell, so my privacy was ensured. I went back to watching the college boy for a few more minutes and decided yes, he would do just fine for tonight. The past two weeks had been crazy busy at work and very stressful, and without any negative ass to breed I was angry, frustrated, and my balls were more than pent up. It was a Thursday night, so the lounge had the usual mix of business men who were tired after a long day of traveling or meetings and all looking forward to get home to their wives and families. I picked a quiet table in the corner where I could watch the boy and the entire lounge and soon the boy approached, looking a bit frazzled. “Hi, my name’s Deklin, I’ll be your server tonight. We have some appetizers and stuff over there if you like and what can I get you to drink?” I took a moment to look the boy up and down. Deklin was fairly short, blond, pale white skin with a bit of late-teenage acne, and for a skinny boy had a nice little ass on him. I met Deklin’s eyes and could see that my once-over had made him a little nervous, good, I then said, “Rum and coke, heavy on the rum please.” As Deklin walked over to the bar area to make my drink, his ass cheeks shifted in his khakis with each step and I knew I would have to give Nick a special thank you for this one. Deklin returned, spilling most my drink as he set it down, his hand shaking, “I’m…I’m… fuck…I’m so sorry Mister, I just…It’s been a busy night and I’m the only one working…and..” I firmly grabbed his wrist as he was hastily trying to mop up the spill and as his eyes filled with fear I said, “Relax guy. It’s OK, really. It’s no big deal. It’s just a drink, right? Let me guess, you’re new here? I come here often and this is the first time I’ve seen you. Deklin, right? Nice name. Don’t worry about it, but hey, how about this one you make double for me, O.K.?” I slowly released my grasp on his wrist as Deklin continued to stare at me, his hand still shaking slightly, he then nodded, finished cleaning my table off and went back to the bar and quickly returned with a new drink. “Thank you Sir, I’m sorry – again – I...yeah I’m new here and thanks for not being a dick…ummm I mean not being angry. I really need this job, but this shit is harder than I thought.” I laughed along with Deklin at that and inside liked how he was fighting to play the clean-cut professional server. The boy knew how to make a good drink and I continued to watch him as he worked and caught him glancing my way several times, a flash of fear marking his face each time I caught him, but I could only smile. Yes, I was going to enjoy stealthing his negative cunt for sure. Deklin brought me a fresh drink, I grabbed his wrist again, a little harder this time and said, “It looks like your other guests are all doing OK. Tell me about yourself Deklin, you’re in school at the university? What are you studying? Where did you grow up?” I loosened my grip as Deklin nervously began to tell the short version of his life story, how he was having to work double shifts because he needed the money, how he missed his girlfriend back home, how his parents were the best ever, blah blah blah. I smiled, nodded, and to him appeared to utterly enjoy what he was saying, but in my mind I was reviewing the many ways in which I planned to fuck him and how I knew I would add his name to my ledger of stealth breeding conquests. As the evening wore on, I continued to put away the drinks and Deklin relaxed more and more as we continued to chat, even asking me about my ‘wife’ as he noticed the gold wedding band I had on my hand. Soon I was the only one left in the lounge area, so I got up from my table, walked up to where Deklin was restocking supplies and asked, “Could you do one more thing for me?” Deklin jumped a little as he turned and found me standing so close I was practically pushing his body against the bar. His eyes darted back and forth, the instinct of the prey looking to flee from the predator taking hold, so I grabbed his wrist again and said, “Before I settle my bill, can we add one more item for room service?” Deklin stammered, “Umm, sorry, but we don’t do room service here…we….” I shook my head a little and said, “I understand, but I’m looking to drink some more so how’s this. Let me sign one of your tickets and note my room number. Go ahead and ring up my tab, but also charge me for a full bottle of that rum, a six-pack of coke, a bucket of ice, and add a nice tip for yourself and charge it all to my room. Finish up your work and after your shift officially ends, put my order in a bag and bring it up to my room for. I’ll see you within 20 minutes, and here’s a little something for your trouble.” As I walked away I turned and saw Deklin staring at the $100 bill I had just given him and then at me, so I casually waved, and made my way back to my suite. I unpacked my supplies including some lube, fuck towels, poppers, and more, tuned the TV to one of the pay-for-porn channels, got undressed, and waited. My 9-inch dick was growing and drooling in anticipation and my balls were shifting from side to side as the cum churned, eager to get out. At the 18-minute mark there was a soft knock on my door. I opened the door to find Deklin with my order, and stood behind the door as I let him in, put the DO NOT DISTURB SIGN on the handle, and bolted and locked it. I turned and Deklin was staring at the porn on the TV, some chick being ass fucked and he jumped a little as I walked up beside him and said, “Fucking hot scene huh?” Deklin then turned to me, his eyes wide, and his mouth then dropped totally open as he realized I was completely naked. “Umm…I…I..” Deklin stammered as he stared at my semi-hard dick. I laughed, “I thought I might have time to hop in the shower, and didn’t realize the time. Thanks, come on, join me for a drink, I know you had a long night too.” I poured myself a rum and coke, and when I offered him one he shook his said, “I…I.. can’t. I have to be back on shift at 5:00 a.m. to help cover breakfast...I...I…” Fear was all over his face now as I stepped over to him, my pre-cumming dick gently brushing against the hand at his side as I said, “No worries guy, I understand, but at least hang with me a moment. Alright?” Deklin shook his head and I wandered into the bedroom where I had the same movie playing and causally sat on the bed. Deklin nervously came and sat beside me and I could see him looking down at my dick as it twitched and bounced. After a couple of minutes I looked over at Deklin who could not take his eyes off my dick as it streamed precum, sensing a negative hole was so close. “Like what you see guy? It’s OK, touch it. I like showing it, why don’t you go ahead and slide your pants off. Let me see yours.” Deklin shook his head no and started to get up, but I grabbed his wrist hard, making him flinch and yelp a little, my voice getting more serious, “You need your job right? I think you need to do what I say. You were checking me out all night, and I’m horny as shit. I am sure the security cameras caught you taking my $100, would be a shame if when I’m asked about that I told them that instead of a tip, it was because you had propositioned me and offered to give me a blow job.” Deklin’s face went even whiter, his eyes were bulging with fear, his whole body was shaking a little, and my dick was straining as the blood engorged it for the breeding to come. “Do we understand each other?” I asked, “Good, now, slide your pants off, get on your knees, and suck my dick.” While Deklin sat back down on the bed and removed his shoes, I closed and locked the bedroom door, turned, and watched him shake almost uncontrollably as he slid his pants down and they puddled around his ankles before he pulled his feet out. “Now your underwear too,” I growled. Deklin shifted his white briefs down and quickly covered his hard little dick with his hands, yeah the boy may be scared but his dick knew what his body really wanted. I walked to the end of the bed, my raging dick needing attention. “Have you ever sucked a dick before? No? I find that hard to believe with lips like yours, lips just like my wife’s, just lean forward and open your mouth and wrap your lips around the head.” I don’t know why, but it always makes them more comfortable to think the dick they’re sucking is ‘straight’. Anyways, Deklin squinted his eyes shut, his whole body still shaking as he leaned forward, I grabbed the back of his head and forced his open mouth onto the end of my dick as he was now huffing and breathing hard like a horse that had just run the Derby. “OUCH!” I slapped the side of his head as his teeth had clamped down on my dick. Deklin looked up at me, his eyes wider now, tears puddling, the fear over taking him – good. “Open your mouth wide this time, and watch those fucking teeth. That’s better, good, that’s better, OUCH!” Fuck, this is not going to work. Get your ass up on the bed, you got me all worked up now and since you can’t suck dick I’m going to need your ass.” Deklin scrambled off the bed and said, “No, NO, NO, I can’t…I’m not….No, please Sir, I’ll do anything…I didn’t mean, I won’t tell no one, I promise, …I…” I smiled, grabbed both of his wrists intent on leaving a mark, “You’ll do anything? That’s exactly what I needed to hear. See those pillows? Get those pillows and put them here on the end of the bed, then sit as close to the edge as you can lay back with your legs up.” I let go of Deklin’s wrists, he rubbed them quickly as he walked to the other end of the bed, grabbed a couple pillows and sat on them as order. As he laid back onto the bed to raise his legs, I bent down, grabbed his ankles, and flipped him fully back, yes, the perfect angle. “Hold your legs back just like that. I won’t fuck you, I promise, I just want to look at your ass and maybe play with your hole a little while I jack off. That’s it, OK? Good, yes, just like that, sure you don’t want a drink? OK, this will feel a little cold, but its just some lube, see, just rubbing some lube on you, how does that feel? Good right? Good. I can tell you like that, see how hard your dick is? Ok now, just a little pressure at your hole, that’s it, it’s just my finger, now don’t move, keep your legs like that so I can see your ass. Good, see that’s all I want, just to tease your hole and make us both feel good. I can tell you’ve never been fucked before right? No worries guy, it’s OK, here, just feel my finger a little, shit you’re tight, here just let me slide my finger in your ass.” Deklin’s cock spasmed, his whole body tensed, and he cried out as my finger jammed his prostate and his little dick shot a big teenage load all over his chest without ever touching himself. He let his legs drop, my finger still in his ass as he tried to sit up, which drove my finger in deeper. With my other hand I pushed him back down, leaned over him and said, “NO, you may be done, but I’m not,” and then I bent over further and licked the fresh load – his last negative load- off of his stomach and chest making Deklin moan a little as my tongue slid across his nipples. Deklin raised his legs back and I gently began fingering his hole, feeling his virgin cherry pulse and squeeze my finger as I used my other hand to lube up my dick, fuck he was tight. After a couple minutes of me telling him how I liked watching that, his dick was fully hard again and I knew he was enjoying it too and wanted more, “You like that guy? Doesn’t that feel good? See, I told you I would make you feel good.” I removed that finger and it was not time to move this along as my balls were literally aching now to unload. I took my right index finger, the one with the longer nail, and gently slid it in his hole and began massaging his prostrate again. Deklin was moaning a little louder now, so I turned my finger a little and scraped at his guts. He almost sat up again begging me to stop, but I pushed him back and said, “It’s OK, it’s OK, just give it a second, this will feel good too I promise. Look how hard you have me man, a little bit more and I can cum, OK.” I kept clawing at his ass with every few thrusts of my finger and Deklin started squirming more and more, and trying to pull away. Nothing pisses me off more than a bottom dick tease and my anger and frustration were growing so I dug my nail in as deep as I could and scraped his guts hard as I pulled my finger it, a little stream of blood coming with it as his pucker closed back shut. Deklin sat up, the tears welling in his eyes again, “I’m sorry, just lay back, I promise I won’t do that again,” I said. The boy was shaking now, but he did as ordered as I told him, “See, I’m just rubbing the outside again, let me jack off against your hole, feel that? Feel how hot my dick is against your ass, oh that feels good guy, so good. Here, put your ankles up on my shoulders so I can get a better angle to watch.” Poor boy had no idea what was coming as he did as I ordered and with his ankles up over my shoulders I leaned over his little body on the bed, my dick nestling against his hole, his eyes full of fear, his body shaking, as I grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms over his head and held them together with my left hand. “You said you’d do anything to make me feel good right?” I whispered as I looked into his innocent face, “Tell me again, tell me again, please, I’m so close, I just need to hear you say that.” Deklin softly murmured, “I’ll…I’ll… do do anything, I promise, I’ll...do anything. Just please, I’ll do anything, I’ll do anything,” he repeated. It was time. “I’m almost there guy, feel how hard my dick is, I’m jerking off against your hole, let me hear you say ‘Fuck me, please fuck me,’ let me hear you say that, just say that and I think I can cum. Can you say that? Say ‘Fuck me, please fuck me’ while I jack off.” While I waited for Deklin to reply I jacked my dick fast and furious like I was close, but in reality I was far from it, but he did not know that. His fear now laced through his voice as he said, “Yes, fuck me, please fuck me. Please cum. Fuck me, please fuck me.” No sooner had those words left his cock-sucking lips then I held his arms tight, pushed his legs up and back further, and dropped my weight down on the boy, slamming the head of my raw dick into his virgin ass, feeling his ass walls tear, and his gasps and cries fill the suite. Deklin’s whole body was shaking, his words were intelligible, but his dick was hard and I knew he wanted more, I wanted more, so I pushed in a little further making his back arch as he struggled to get away. The poppers were sitting right there and I could have eased his pain, but not yet, so I pushed a little more, and then rested. “It’s OK, it’s OK, I’m just giving you what you wanted, what you asked for, now shhh… this could have been so much easier, but if you like it rough, I am happy to give it.” I started to ram fuck Deklin’s ass as hard and as deep as I could and while he struggled at first, quicker than I expected he started to moan and his body began to move in time with mine. It wasn’t a conscious act, no, as his mind and mouth were still saying no, but his body was responding to the amazing sensations now overwhelming it of having another man inside him. His sweet tight ass was just too much and I could not hold back my first load any more and as I shot my infected cum inside of him, I leaned on top of his body and said, “Damn boy, you’ve got such a sweet hole on you. That was my first load, and since you said you will do anything, I think I have a few more to give you yet tonight.” Deklin groaned in pain and ecstasy as I slid my dick out of his ass, his cherry juice coating the bed’s comforter as his body went limp. I dug into my supplies on the side of the bed, pulled out my cotton square, lifted his legs back up and wiped at his freshly-fucked hole. The now red square would be added to my treasure chest as a reminder, along with the all others and as soon as I had tucked it away, I opened the poppers, held them up towards Deklin’s face and said, “Here, sniff these, I want that hole nice an relaxed for the next load.” When I was done breeding Deklin, he shakily sat on the edge of the bed and looked around in a daze, his eyes barely registering the evidence of what had just happened. I stood in front of him and said, “Here’s what happens next. I want you back here 30 minutes before your shift tomorrow morning as I wake up hard and horny. Understand? Yes, I know that is in only a couple of hours and I don’t give a fuck. Here’s another $100 for your trouble. I come here often and know the General Manager, so if the thought has run through your head that you will say something to anyone about this, think again. Remember, all I have to do is report that you offered to prostitute yourself during your shift, that you charged all that liquor to my room without my knowledge, that you came to my room after your shift which is against the rules, and when you tried to hustle me for more money after being a bitch cunt whore, I refused and now you are making up lies. Oh, and for additional proof, I can direct them to a few little cute freckles just above your ass. Who do you think they will believe? Me – or you?” Deklin hung his head, “I can’t hear you?” I said, “That’s better. Before you go, it looks like I am ready for another round now that we have come to an understanding as there’s nothing better than breeding a dumb cunt’s sloppy, used, hole. Bend over the bed.” Right on time at 4:30 a.m. Deklin was at my door, resigned to being a breeder’s cum hole again. This time I took it easy and fucked slow, hitting all the right spots and made his ass squirt like pussy. I shot my load, pulled out and said, “I don’t want you to be late, so you better get going. I will make sure to see you next time I come through, but in the meantime, see who else might be up for some fun. I had my eye on that cute boy in housekeeping. You know him? No? Well make friends as I am sure I will need some fresh towels.”

I had given him the condom and then got on all fours like he told me to. I didn’t actually see him put it on; being nineteen I just assumed that everyone used them. I expected him to start fucking me but instead he began to rim me and holy fuck that felt amazing, no one had ever done that to me before. After a few minutes he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me, between the moans I managed to get out a “fuck yes” and I felt the head of his cock pushing up against my now wet puckered hole. He entered me slowly but this felt a lot different…warmer, slicker; my tight hole resisted his slow thrusts but there was a lot less friction. After about five minutes I reached back to cup his balls and my fingers grazed his shaft pumping my hole…I didn’t feel any part of the condom. I was caught off guard and didn’t know what to do or say, my ass squeezed his cock and I felt myself trying to push him out. He noticed, moaned, and on an in stroke stopped. “What’s wrong?” “ Dude, where’s the condom?” “Right here, I thought you would like this better…you want me to stop?” At that moment he began to slowly fuck me again. I let out a low moan and grunt, relaxing my ass a bit and he knew my answer. I couldn’t believe I was letting him fuck me bare, I was told to always use condoms, but this just felt so incredibly amazing. About twenty minutes had passed and I knew that he was close. I had gone this far, fuck it, I wanted him to cum in my ass. I started to jerk my cock. “Fuck man, I’m going to cum!” I said A few more strokes and then his pushed in as deep as he could go and said, “Fuck me too man!” I felt it. Five squirts filling my ass with cum for the first time. At that moment I knew I was never going to get fucked with condoms again.

I hate the taste and my heart sinks when a top tells me to swallow. I do it - and some tops love the fact I don't like doing it.