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Katie and I left with the go bag and headed to a tattoo parlor. This tattoo parlor wasn't like the one down in LA, although they were familiar with the fetish tattoo's they had not heard of straightbait or 10inchscorpion. I showed them the symbol and they got to work, drawing and then tattooing 10inchscorpions logo like an added weight or charm on the rope around my waist, by the anchor with the straightbait symbol, and the empty side of the fishhook waiting for the poz biohazard symbol to be added. They taped a bandage on the new tattoo and off we went. We tried new clubs and finally arrived at one where not only was I recognized, but it seemed like they were waiting for me. Upon arriving the bouncers letting people in didn't check my ID then just opened up. I felt like a celebrity. There was a table in the back with a placard with my name on it and a large bottle of vodka. We had some drinks, and danced. The Vodka started to hit, and then I noticed a guy in a suit was at our table, I went back to see who it was and if it was the manager, ask who set this up and to thank them. "HEY!" I said waving. The guy pat the seat next to him and I sat down. "Did you get the tattoo?" He asked. "Yes" I said pulling my pants down just enough for him to see the bandage. "There's an afterparty in the penthouse upstairs, you're the guest of honor." he said. "When should we head up there?" I asked. "After a few more drinks," he said signaling the air and then pointing down to our table. A bartender came over, and with a mortar and pedestal started grinding up something before putting it into a shaker with the vodka and mixers. He poured the drink out and handed it to me. It tasted great, but I was really curious what he ground up. When I tried to ask, I got "just a little help" as an answer. The guy in the suit motioned back to the dance floor and off I went to enjoy the exploring hands of the guests and the music. Once I realized I couldn't find Katie anymore I stopped dancing and looked around for her. I caught the suited man by the elevator, and he signaled me over to him. As I walked over to the elevator it was clear I was more than drunk. We arrived in the penthouse and there was a very familiar fuck bench in the middle of the room. Katie was sitting on the couch between two men and enjoying herself. A guy walked up in front of me and helped me undress. I was placed on the bench and my wrists and ankles were strapped down. Katie came up to me and said, "They instructed me to apply this lube from your bag." I drunkenly nodded and let my head hang, my world spinning too much to look around. I focused on the floor, the tiles had a design and in my woozy state I got lost in the thoughts of what it could be. I felt a syringe enter my hole and spray the lube inside, it was warm, even for my ass. I saw feet stepping into view, as they covered part of the design, I realized what the design in the floor was, Biohazard symbols. 'Where the fuck was I' I thought. 'How'd they know I was coming. Are all these guys poz? If they're poz why are we using 10inchscorpions cum as lube?' The man grabbed my head and placed a poppered covered rag over my nose. It was so cold it hurt, I opened my mouth and the part that covered my mouth had poppers on it as well. While poppers usually made me relax and drowsy, this time in my already drowsy state it made me awake and horny. Hands were placed on my ass and my cheeks were spread, then the familiar feel of a cock was placed at the entrance to my hole and pressed into me. The poppers worked their wonders as my hole relaxed and I felt his cock go inch by inch into me until the mans hips contacted my ass. He sped up and really fucked me good, my chastity cage rocked back and forth knocking into the fuck bench with each thrust. The man came, Katie placed more lube, the man administered more poppers, and another cock replaced the old one in my ass. This cycle continued and I was loving it. What ever was in the drink and the poppers brought me to a new level, a black circle entered my vision and expanded, then filling with colors and my ears droned out the music. All I could feel was my cock and balls, my hole getting fucked, and all I could hear was the sounds of hips hitting my ass and a man moaning. I slowly faded out. I woke up to Katie's roommate kneeling in front of me. "Welcome back slut." he said. I lifted my head and looked around, the room was empty, everyone had gone. "You did good tonight slut, with any luck you pozzed the sluttiest tops in San Jose. And if you want this cock again," he said gripping his junk through his pants. "You'll stop taking your "allergy pills" and get stung by me." He unlatched the straps and helped me up, my asshole was cool, from the amount of cum, and lube in and around it. He walked me over to the couch and sat me down on a towel next to him. "So do you like my club?" "This is yours?" I asked admiring the penthouse. "Yep, it's a little side project of mine, just wanted a place for high rollers to have fun." he paused, looking around. "Good work on the tattoo, pretty soon you'll have to add that biohazard symbol and have your poz party at that tattoo parlor." "How did you-" I started. He lifted a hand to shush me, "I just heard while down in LA, I've got no part in that. Next weekend you're coming up here, I'm leaving you in control of the pills, remember if you want me to fuck you, you'll stop taking them." I nodded. The drive down to LA felt longer than usual, the "allergy pills" sat in the drink holder next to me. Every once in a while I'd pick them up and stare at the bottle as I drove on the straight and narrow 5 freeway. My window was halfway down and the weather was perfect. In front of me sunlight cut through the clouds and lit up the golden grassy hills. I got lost in thought about how I felt on that bench, how my vision blacked out, like I was being pulled instead of "towards the light" I was being beckoned to the darkness. While I was lost in the memory, a rock hit and cracked my windshield, I ducked and flinched, the pill bottle with PreP in it, falling out of my window onto the freeway. I swerved but maintained control. I guess my decision was made for me. Good, I wanted that cock again.

Chapter III "Hey guys, nice to see you again", said Mark the attendant as he opened my door and walked into my room. As he closed it, he said towards the hall, "he"ll be just a few minutes...and honey, well worth the wait!". Mark closed and locked the door behind him. As he turned around he said, "sure is getting busier out there. Got just two rooms left in the house. You got two regular hotties hanging outside your door too!'. He sat down on the bed and pulled out what looked like some kind of syringe without a needle. He went on to say that it was a lube shooter that had a mix of lube and a good amount of t. "It's pretty easy to do, just remove the cap on the end, wet the shaft, push it as far as it can go inside your butt and press the plunger to empty it." Mark said. "But to get the best effect, your butt should be pointing towards the ceiling and wait a good five minutes for the t to really in and absorbed." He then stood up and told me to slide down my bed some, then kick my legs up over my head and plant my boots on the wall above my head to keep my butt up towards the ceiling. I was hesitant and a little weirded out as I had no sexual attraction for Mark. He saw the look on my face and said, "c'mon, don't want to keep your fans waiting, do you? And don't think I will be making any moves on you. We're just buds.". As I got into position, Mark said. "I'll wet this shooter a little, put it into your hole, and empty it. Again,this position works the best so that the T will go nice and deep.And fyi, I do this quite often as I like getting guys spun so they have an even hotter time here. I am the master administrator." Now on my back, my shoulders pressed into the mattress, my legs over my head with boots on the wall holding me like this. "Here comes your first booty bump!" Mark said as he quickly slipped the shooter into my ass, pushed the plunger, and pulled it out. In seconds I freaked out. "Damn! Something is wrong! Stop! It burns! ". Mark giggled some then said that it will for a few minutes and then goes away. He said then my hole will feel like never before. Mark then went to the door and told got me to stay like I was until he got back in about five minutes. He walked out of my room and as he closed the door, I heard him say that I'd be ready in about five minutes to someone(s) in the hallway. My heart began to pound and race. I began to sweat. I was warm and getting hotter. My dick began to leak precum and was growing. My attention became focused on my hole - it felt like it needed something. The sensation grew intense. My dick was now hard and stuck up under the band of my jock and was dripping precum down my stomach. I grabbed my dick and squeezed it a few times to relieve the pressure. More precum flowed out. I then reached back to my hole and as my finger came in contact with it, an electric like warm sensation shot through me and I let out a low moan. My eyes closed and I readjusted my boots on the wall above me, spreading my legs wider, exposing more of my now on fire jock framed shaved smooth hole. By instinct, I removed my finger and wiped up some of my precum, then began to circle my finger around my hole. Fuckin damn! I began to tap on my hole as it twitched. It felt so very empty. Licking and wetting two fingers, I pushed tagainst my hole - and was surprised there was no resistance. I pushed in right up to my hand, sending my body into a craze I hadn't felt before. Pulled them out and pushed them back in. I began groaning quietly, my mouth opening and closing, tongue darting out some and drool running from the corner of my lips. In and out, a little faster and harder I went. I tweaked my left nip with the other hand in between squeezing my now throbbing dick. Waves of heat and pleasure rocked my body. My door opened quickly and as it closed, Mark said, "Now that's what I like to see! Looks like you are liking the booty bump! Bet you are wanting some dick up that butt about now, eh?". I nodded my head yes and the words, " fuck me. fuck my tight hole. fuck me!' just flowed from my mouth as I kept finger fucking my very horned up hole! "Now, now, J, that's just not the plan," Mark said as he came closer and I bounced my ass up towards him. "Grab your boots and pull those legs nice and wide for me. Keep that hole high to the ceiling, " he said. As I did so Mark dived into my ass, his tongue slipping deep into my hole, then bobbing his head tongue fucking me. I was in awe. "Please, fuck me. I need dick. Lots of dick. Fuck me. Please!" After a few minutes Mark pulled his head away and stood up. "Ok, now drop those legs, sit up in the corner of the bed, knees bent, legs spread, boots on the bed, and play with your hole. Show me how hungry you are for dick. I teased my hole with my fingers, tapping on it. - making a tap like wet flesh sound. Teased my hole with a finger slipping it just inside then.out. "Oh yeah, you are more than ready J boy. Gonna open this door, walk out, and leave the door open. You keep playing with your hole. Will only be a minute or two and those two guys, you know the hotties from before, they are going to come for you. They will take you to their room at the end of the hall, up neat the front. They have a VIP room. Just do as they ask." Mark grinned, opened the door and left. He knodded his head to the left of the hallway as he walked away. Two shadows of men formed on my door and grew larger quickly until their entire bodies were visible as they stood in my doorway. I sat there, tapping my hole and partially fingering it while playing with my nip. My head hung back and I licked my lips as I took in their hot, masculine bods. More to cum?

Part 18 - The Stable Hand Alex sat alone on the grass some fifty meters from the palace watching the setting sun lost in his own thoughts, the burning image in his head was of Max and the tattoos over his soft firm looking skin and beautiful body, he was still perfection in Alex's eyes and he knew that Max was quietly smitten on him and vice versa. Tracking him down was proving to be hard, he could have the Monrovia Intelligence Service hunt and track Max down through their connections with law enforcement agencies across Europe but that was not his thing. Doing so would open a barrage of questions for people he didn't know or want to know right now. Weirdly Artem and Liam had gone in to town for dinner and a few drinks together, he would have loved nothing more than to with them yet he knew they needed some down time from the royal palace. Dusk was drawing in quickly and he decided to walk round to the paddock to see if Danbury was out before being put away for the night, he skirted around to the kitchen grabbing an apple before setting off. If was so peaceful at Greenacres which is what Alex loved most about the place, seeing the paddock was empty he continued walking along the fence and in to the stable yard and saw Danbury with his head out the stable door munching on some hay then snorting and nodding his head seeing Alex walking across the yard. Alex stroked him on the head 'Hello boy, enjoying your bedtime snack, here do not tell the others' he asked snickering and giving Danbury the apple, his attention though was drawn to some weird noises coming from the barn across the yard. Alex could have sworn he heard a slightly angry deep voice that sounded familiar, he kissed and patted Danbury then walked across to investigate if there was a secret party going on. The door slightly ajar Alex peeked through and heard the deep velvety voice that was totally recognisable but not what he expected 'That's it, yeah, riding you like the bitch you are. Make a noise again and I will horse whip your pretty arse until it bleeds. Yeah I know you like getting whipped.' he heard Marty say and not very quietly either. Peering in further he could make out Marty dressed in his breeches and boots, the braces hanging by his side and in his right hand he was holding a riding crop. His breeches lowered over his arse and hips that were moving quickly with some force against the arse of a guy bent over the saddle rack making pleasurable moans. Each time the guy moaned too loudly Marty would whip him gently on the thigh then pummel him harder with his cock. Marty himself was letting out groans of joy often throwing his head back looking upwards, his naked torso was drenched in sweat clearly giving the guy under him a very hard time. Suddenly he heard Marty again 'That's my boy, this stallion is gonna breed you up good' with that he thrusted in harder dropping the riding crop and collapsing on top to the guy holding his shoulder so he couldn't move away, keeping his cock buried deep and sowing his seed moaning in orgasm. The guy whimpering at the force of Marty's orgasm and his legs shaking under the weight of the body now resting on top, squeals each time Marty clenched his arse cheeks forcing his cock deeper for maximum effect. Alex moved his head quickly and in doing so banged it hard with a loud clank and thud against the barn door rattling the whole door, he gasped from the pain and trying desperately not to yelp he darted back then quickly ran across the stable yard at some speed to get out of view. All the time he was laughing but so aroused. By the time Marty had disentangled himself and made it over to the barn door the person was gone and the yard looked deserted, they both looked at each other in fear, if word got back they would both be in trouble big time. Alex ran up to his bedroom and in to the shower where he masturbated reliving the scene he had just seen unfold before his eyes. Alex had know idea that panic had ensued in the barn, the young footman had freaked out hearing the noise at the barn door and scampered back to the palace to hide away in his room. Alex woke after a good nights sleep that had been filled with the sight of Marty looking deep in to his eyes whipping his thigh if he blinked. Chuckling to himself he softly padded across the bedroom and in to the bathroom to shower, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and noticed the blood stain high above his left eyebrow and the cut he obtained banging and scraping his head on the door last night. There was also a slight purple tinge from a bruise and he couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him looking back, horror then shot through him wondering how he was going to explain this to Marty let alone anyone else who would ask, and they were going to as it was so noticeable. As expected when he went to breakfast he had a hard time trying to explain how he got the cut and bruise without raising any further questions, his standard excuse was he slipped in the stable yard hitting the top part of a stable door that was open. He bided his morning by swimming in the pool trying to break his own record of twenty laps without stopping and failing miserably at seventeen then giving up. Laying on the sunbed to dry off he then upstairs to change in to his breeches and boots, he looked out of the window deciding to wear a t-shirt so he could strip it off if he got to hot on his ride and take a dip in the lake. He wasn't feeling particularly hungry so Alex went to the kitchen to grab a couple of apples then he strode slowly over to the stables nearly thirty minutes early, Gary was leaving for the day having been up early for the king and queen who went riding early in the morning leaving only Marty in charge of the stables. Danbury made a noise seeing Alex and trotted over to the paddock fence waiting impatiently, Alex pulled the spare apple out of his pocket and fed it to Danbury 'Hello boy, you ready to go riding?' he asked watching Danbury enjoy his secret snack. Suddenly he noticed Brandy come galloping over and Alex knew that Marty must be approaching. "Afternoon your highness" Marty called out, "You are early I do not have Danbers saddled up". "I can see that" Alex replied, "I can do it, in fact I would rather do it if you do not mind" he said trying to avoid looking. Marty leaned on the fence as Brandy nudged him "Fine day to ride, where do you want to go?". Alex turned to him "Anywhere, I need to exercise my boy" he said forgetting about his bruise. "That looks a nasty cut and bruise" Marty remarked, "How did it happen?" he asked smirking. Alex was about to reply but Marty cut in "Bang your head on the barn door last night?" he asked. Alex turned back to pat Danbury "I can't recall how it happened" he mumbled. Marty opened the gate of the paddock "Heard someone sneaking around the barn last night" he said. Alex knew Marty was watching him "Did you catch them?" he asked genuinely. "No, but they banged their head pretty hard on the door running away" Marty replied smiling, "Come on boy". Alex felt his face go hot and quickly acted normally "Maybe we should get security cameras there". Marty ignored his remarked and walked off smirking knowing full well it was the prince last night, Brandy followed Marty without any hesitation keen to get his attention by nudging him. Alex followed with Danbury and he went in to the stable store to retrieve his saddle keeping silent until his horse was kitted out. Marty stripped off his shirt and placed his braces over his bare skin and swiftly mounted Brandy waiting for Alex, they trotted out of the yard and behind the paddock before opening up their horses in to a gallop for half an hour then a slow canter before having a stop at the lake to let the horses drink. His eyes kept wandering over to Marty's body that he wanted lick all over. He stopped giving himself a good telling off for having such perverted thoughts, it didn't help the way Marty handled the riding crop in his hand then sticking it in his breeches. The guy was a complete arrogant, butch looking man as he stood tending to Brandy. "You are a good rider Marty, who taught you?" Alex asked trying to make some normal conversation. Marty sat beside the prince "Gary and Prince Alden taught me" he replied, "I have the best job" he said sighing happily. Alex smiled "I learnt to ride with my brother" he said, "Didn't like it at first but I didn't quit". Alex noticed Marty was fiddling with his riding crop "You always carry that?" he asked. Marty glanced and smirked "Always just in case" he replied, "Mostly for gentle encouragement". "I hope you never use it anger on the horses" he said, "We should head back" Alex said standing up. Marty looked up at him "Why, you worried they will miss you, send out a search party?" he asked. Alex walked to his horse "No!" he replied, "I am not governed by my whereabouts". Marty stood up "You sure?" he asked, "Only you seem a little weary of being alone with me". Alex turned and smiled "I have seen you use that riding crop and not on a horse". Where that came from he had no idea and immediately he regretted the words that flowed from his mouth with such ease. Marty stared at Alex with a malevolent grin on his face and Alex couldn't fathom why he now found the stable hand even more sexier. It wasn't helped by the way he was dressed standing their with the crop in his hand tapping it against his boot, the provocative way the braces ran over his dark lightly hairy chest. Everything about him was incredibly sexy and deliberately acted out in an enticing manner of a man so sure of his sexual allure, in fact Alex only knew he was gay by catching him last night pounding the hell out of some lad who was clearly in heaven. "Did you like watching me ride that bitch?" Marty asked keeping his gazed fixed on the prince. Alex was now stumped for words "Maybe you wished it was you" Marty added swaggering towards Alex. Marty now stood mere feet from the prince "Whipping you if you make a sound?" he asked. "Tie you to the saddle rack and be at my mercy all night in the barn" Marty said inching closer. Suddenly the riding crop was raised in the air and Alex watched completely under his spell as the softness of the leather was gently ran over his cheek and up to the bruise where he tapped it lightly but it was enough to make Alex flinch feeling the pain. He grabbed the riding crop and blinked his eyes. "How dare you do that to me!" Alex exclaimed sounding a trite angry. Marty smiled "Why what are you going to do about it?" he asked moving closer. Alex stood his ground "Remember who you are addressing" he said firing a warning shot at him. Marty chuckled "Your highness" he said slashing the riding crop through the air and bowing. Alex stepped back and Marty smiled "Come on lets get going" he said as if nothing had happened. Before Alex could even figure out what had happened Marty was on Brandy and already trotting off leaving Alex behind. Alex stood there shaking his head 'No, this game isn't over yet' he told himself mounting Danbury and galloping off in front of Marty without looking back. He was smiling to himself more so around the way Marty had treated him like a sex toy without even physically touching him, his cock was so hard from being aroused it was hurting each time the saddle hit from the horses movement as he galloped off. When Alex did look back Marty was way off and only riding at a canter, riding in to the stable yard Alex dismounted and lead Danbury over to the water trough then went in to the stable office and retrieved two bottles of water waiting for Marty to arrive back. The grace in which Marty effortlessly dismounted Brandy was incredible to watch and his svelte thin body could fool anyone. He may by skinny but it was a muscular skinny and underneath he was a completely different character that had Alex so intrigued and desperately wanting him to take him to the barn. Alex walked Danbury over to the paddock and removed his harness, after all he did promise to muck out his stable something he hadn't done since he learnt to ride. Marty followed on behind chatting away to Brandy who seemed to enjoy hearing Marty's voice, removing the harness Marty closed the paddock gate watching Brandy for a moment. "I will show you where the fresh bedding hay is" Marty said turning and walking towards the barn. Alex nervously giggled and followed on "Okay" he simply replied walking quickly to keep up. "Haven't done this since I learnt to ride" Alex said trying to engage him in conversation. Marty looked back at the prince "Your highness is in for a treat then" he replied smirking. The guy was just so cool and relaxed that Alex found himself getting even more desperate for Marty to make a move on him, the memory of seeing him whipping the lad he was fucking aroused him, Alex suddenly chuckled to himself comparing that memory to a rider in a dressage competition, his arse moved with fast elegance, the cheeks so firm they didn't ripple or bounce and he would have scored a perfect round he thought. It was hard going and the humidity was not helping but Alex continued on until he had mucked out the stable and laid fresh bedding down for Danbury. He replenished the hay trough and took the remainder back to the barn as instructed by Marty. Alex had stripped off his t-shirt and tucked it in to his breeches, Marty picked up his riding crop then tucked it in to his breeches at the back and followed Alex back to the barn. Alex entered the barn and put the feeding hay back then picked up his bottle water that sat on top of a hay bale and took a swig watching Marty and the beads of sweat mingled in the light covering of hairs on his chest. Marty held out his hand for Alex's bottle of water. "You have one over there" Alex said nodding to where his bottle was. Marty nodded at Alex making a grabbing movement with his hand "I want yours". Alex was in half a mind to spit water at him, instead he handed it over "Why?" he asked. Marty looked at him "Yours is closer" he replied swigging from the bottle. Alex stared back at him "Do you always take what is close then?" he asked playing a dangerous game. Marty smirked "I know all about you your highness" he replied retrieving the riding crop. Alex gulped as Marty ran the horse whip up his chest then tapped his chin "Ouch!" Alex complained. "You need training, to prim and proper for me" Marty said running the whip over Alex's chest again. Alex stared at him "Ouch, that hurts" he complained as Marty tapped his left nipple hard. "Definitely need breaking in" Marty said moving the whip until it was behind Alex's neck. An erotic pleasure took over Alex "Did you like what you saw last night?" Marty now asked. Alex grinned staring at him and Marty smiled "I knew it was you, dirty little prince" he cooed teasingly. In one quick movement Marty pulled the whip coaxing Alex forward, about to open his mouth and complain again at the manhandling he was getting, he was immediately taken by surprise. Marty sunk his tongue in to Alex's mouth locking his lips as he furiously kissed the prince. Alex stood there with his arms by his side letting Marty do his work, he was in a state ready to burst. In the barn away from the palace, the thought of having sex here, in the straw completely enthralled him. This was very real being kissed by this devilish looking man that acted like butter wouldn't melt. His thoughts abruptly interrupted when he became aware of the horse whip slipping under the band of his breeches, he felt even more aroused as it moved lower between his cheeks until the leather strap ran over his hole several times before being removed. Marty stopped kissing him "Bend over the hay bale" he demanded. Alex looked at it "Over that?" he asked then looking back at Marty. Marty stood there looking inpatient "Come on stupid it isn't complicated" he responded. Marty turned Alex around and pushed him over the bale "Hang on!" Alex said trying to get up. His hand forced Alex back down over the hay bale, legs one side, hands over the other side with his body laying across. He gasped at the sudden weight of Marty straddling across his lower back, attempting to move he suddenly cried out as Marty brought the whip down hard against Alex's left thigh 'I will break you in boy, just like all stallions need breaking in' Marty said with his deep velvety voice, the tone so erotic it had Alex going to jelly inside. The whip cracked down again in exactly the same spot and Alex yelped again 'Keep making that noise and I will keep whipping you until you stop' he said. A weird turmoil of thoughts entered his head, wanting this to stop but wanting more at the same time, confused but so aroused he obeyed and lowered his head looking at the barn floor with a smile on his face. Reaching behind Marty began working Alex's breeches down over his arse until it was fully exposed, his weight began shifting backwards. Giving the arse cheeks a couple of light taps with the riding crop his freed hand extracting his pulsing cock from the breeches, already drooling precum. He was not about to let the prince know this but Marty had been sexually attracted to Alex for years and was now about to take what he most desired, it was nothing to do with him being the prince only down to how sexy looking he was. So far Alex had not disappointed Marty, he kissed with so much energy that Marty knew this was going to happen. His fingers pushed his cock down rubbing it against the royal hole that waited for taking, his precum making the action effortless and he continued moistening the hole listening to the soft pleasuring moans the prince made. Another batch of oozing precum got worked against the hole this time, with more and more pressure his cock began to slowly open the royal hole. Alex laid still with eyes half closed and no idea what to expect or even how equipped Marty was down there, something he was beginning to find out very quickly though. Raising his head slightly and moaning louder Marty was getting in deep, deeper and deeper, figuring he must be smaller in girth to Liam but definitely longer. He let out a gasp feeling the coarseness of Marty's pubes finally rubbing against his arse. Marty let out a huge sigh of pleasure 'We going for a trot first' he softly said shuffling his hips forward then back, forward then back. Alex gasped with each forward motion then made the mistake of raising his head to much and feeling the sharp sting of the leather strap against his naked flesh, the accuracy of his whipping hitting the same spot sent a sharp pain all the way up Alex's leg as a bruise began forming in the shape of the strap. Placing his hands on the floor Alex winced from the exciting pain biting his lip. Marty licked his lips and tightened his legs against Alex's thighs that allowed him ability to raise himself just enough before dropping back down, bouncing on Alex's arse like he was in a trot on a horse. Alex moaned loudly 'Holy fuck!" he exclaimed, it felt like a stake was being hammered in to his arse, his arms wobbled before giving way and his body let alone himself didn't know how to cope or what to make of it. Crack! the sting of the riding crop hit the already bruising part of his thigh, Alex wanted to cry out but he knew if he did he would get more of the same. He just couldn't take the grimacing smile off his face as Marty played him like a toy, trapped in this position there was no where to go and even if he complained he would feel the sting of the riding crop. The pleasure they were both getting was so audible in the barn, Marty grunting in his deep voice clearly in the moment, Alex moans rising from below the hay bale was in heaven finding himself in this helpless position, yet he somehow trusted Marty. Losing all sense of time he had no idea how long this had gone on for when Marty announced they were off on a gallop. Straight away Alex knew that Marty was about to ride him hard and fast and he tried to prepare himself as much as possible. Marty shifted his weight moving his legs slightly back and either side of Alex's and placing his feet on the ground for support. He leant over placing one hand on the back of Alex's neck, the other holding the riding crop in jockey fashion. Marty released another stinging crack of the riding crop to Alex's thigh then started riding him, keeping his cock buried deep inside the thrusts came raining down, hard, fast and deep 'Oh fuck!' Alex cried out resulting him getting whipped again. The grimacing smile had gone replaced by one of pure indulgence enjoying what his arse and body was going through, biting his lip to stop him making any loud noises and the only sound was him grunting rapidly in time with Marty's pelvic thrusting, riding Alex like a professional jockey with drips of sweat falling on to Alex's back. So entranced at the mercy of Marty he was experiencing sex that was on par with Liam but with a very dominating twist. Marty could feel the smoothness of Alex's arse against his groin and the sensation was driving him wild, harder and faster, the braces that hung against his hips clanged hard against them. All the while his thinking was how good it felt finally fucking the prince and yet how wrong it was. When he heard on the rumour mill that Alex had come out he could have only dreamed about being in this position but dreams do come true and here he was under him taking the full force of his sexual needs. Alex began twitching uncomfortably knowing his arse couldn't take much more of this, Marty realised he may have taken Alex for a longer than necessary ride. He leaned further over Alex 'Here comes the finishing line' came the deep velvety words hitting his ear followed by a kiss on his neck, Alex nodded his head grateful it was nearly over. Alex moaned louder unable to believe that Marty could go any faster yet he was, his audible moans got longer and longer with sharp intakes of breath until he finally felt his balls tingle then rapidly contract firing his seed up his shaft. Coming to a shuddering halt slamming his hips up hard against the soft arse 'Yeah!" he growled feeling his cum freeing itself in to the prince. Each jolt releasing more until his cock stopped pulsing, he dropped the riding crop and collapsed on top of Alex's back an immediate squishing noise of wet bodies hitting against each other filled the air along the deep hard breaths they were both taking. Marty kissing the back of Alex's neck tasting the saltiness of his sweat doing so. The prince was so bewildered and enchanted that he couldn't see or make any sense for a good five minutes. Alex moaned softly at the tenderness now being shown from the kisses on his neck, slowly Marty lifted his hips extracting his cock then standing he pulled up his breeches packing away his fuck machine. Alex had no energy to raise himself and laid in position then started giggling at his fruitless attempt to get out of this position. Marty leaned over and hoisted Alex up until he was standing, his arms clasped around the prince's body grinding his flaccid hidden cock up hard against Alex's arse. Neither spoke as Marty kissed his neck again stroking his chest, Alex let his head drop back against Marty's shoulder before he felt his body being turned around to face Marty. Staring in to each others eyes momentarily, their mouths drawn together in a passionate kiss expressing enjoyment at each other. Alex pulled back and smiled and reached down to pull his breeches up then winced from his fingers rubbing over the spot where he had been whipped multiple times, the marking was so prominent and the prince giggled looking at it before realising it was actually pretty painful. "That will bruise then disappear" Marty said confidently, "You will learn for next time". Alex looked up "Oh, will there be a next time?" he asked in surprised happiness. Marty smirked at him "Yeah, you know there will be" he said sitting on the hay bale. Alex walked over and fetched the water and took a swig "That was certainly different" he said. Marty took the bottle being offered and swigged a large gulp "Hoped I would get you one day". "You did?" Alex asked looking at him and smiling, "Well you well and truly have" he replied. Marty kissed him once more "It has been a pleasure your highness but I have work to do". Alex stood "Well stop lazing around and get on with it" he said laughing. Marty laughed and stood up "This will cost you double whipping next time" he said. With that Marty strode like a satisfied man out of the barn. Alex smiled and put on his t-shirt then headed off back to the palace, his arse was sore and his thigh stung like hell but he didn't care and suddenly Greenacres became a much more enjoyable place to spend time he thought. Alex could hear the laughter when he approached his room and knew instantly that was Liam and Artem who seemed to be having a great time and getting along. Alex collapsed on his bed smiling and looked at the time, tonight was the weekly dinner party with all staff and family members, he set his alarm for 6pm grabbing a quick doze for an hour before h needed to get ready. Just before 6pm there was a knock at the door and Artem came bounding in then stopped and looked at Alex, he woke and sat up rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" Alex asked fumbling around to find his phone. Artem walked over "Just coming up to six" he said, "God you stink Alex" he remarked. Alex smiled and laid down "Out horse riding for most of the day" he said lethargically getting up. Artem chuckled "Hmm judging by the stain on your breeches you did more than riding". "Eh?" Alex said panicking, "What do you mean?" he asked. "Since when do you get wet patches on your arse from riding horses?" Artem asked shaking his head. Alex blushed "Best you don't ask" he replied going in to the bathroom and stripping off. Artem followed "What have you done now?" he asked looking at the nasty bright red bruise on Alex's thigh. Alex tired to think quickly "Oh I banged it on the stable door" he replied casually. "Right, just like your head?" Artem asked knowing full well it was a lie, "You better shower". "I know" Alex replied getting in to the shower and turning the water on and giggling loudly. Alex couldn't help himself laughing at how he hurt from his head to his arse and thigh. He quickly showered and walked in to the bedroom drying himself and watching Artem who had his cheesy grin on his face like he was mocking Alex. Dinner that evening was full of laughter and Alex enjoyed himself sat between Liam and Artem, he noticed how his father would occasionally look over at him then at Liam so he played it pretty cool and not to familiar with Liam. Every time Alex made a joke or remark about Artem he would drop his hand and tap the spot on Alex's thigh grinning when Alex grimaced at the pain. It was hard to say who was having more fun, Artem was certainly getting a kick out of sitting next to Alex and annoying him. The evening rolled on in to the early hours before some staff slipped off to bed, Alex left Liam and Artem talking with Francis one of the footmen whom he was not very well acquainted with. With the amount of wine Alex had drunk he was quite happy to be going to bed alone, he didn't need Liam sleeping with him as he knew what would happen especially since Liam had been on the red wine as well and had admitted that red wine was his worse enemy.

So all u guys should know, as much as I love my ass getting pounded and loaded and flat out used I equally love to rim eat finger tongue and duck ass. i am partial to smooth asses only. Have a nice 8 1/2 TRUE INCHES cock that curves down and bottoms love it. logged in to Grindr and this sexy 24 yo boy wanted to meet. Fast forward all the chatting, he visited me during lunch break and was hot AF IN PERSON. we made out, I kissed his neck, licked his neck and he was turned on. Put him Amon all fours woth his beautiful round brown ass and went to town. his fav thing I did to him was when I would take my tongue and lick his ass cheeks. Goosebumps he had all over. I fucked him so hard and deep that he was opened and gaping and made fart sounds which I love. I ended up loading him and he left woth a huge smile on his face. He thought I was 30 but I’m really 45. He’s half my age 😜

Hi guys, this is the first time I’ve ever posted something like this online. It’s a short story about the first time I fucked, which also happened to be how I discovered raw sex. Like I said, its my first (true) story online and I hope you guys enjoy it 🙂 ______ An ex of mine used to say that the way you first experienced sex (raw or protected) would determine the way you fuck the rest of your life. I don’t think it’s a hard-and-fast rule, but I know it definitely applies to me. I had just started at university and discovered the joys on internet chat. Soon I was spending most afternoons at the university’s computer lab chatting to guys online. On the surface I was just trying to come to terms with being gay. But let’s face it, when you’re 18 all you want to do is fuck. So I found myself one afternoon in the computer lab chatting to random guys. I started chatting to one guy and as luck would have it, he lived near the university. After some general chit chat we turned to the subject of sex. Bear in mind I hadn’t seen a photo of this guy but I was keen as hell. I mentioned to him that I was a virgin but that I was meeting up with someone else from the Internet soon and didn’t want to be a complete novice. He told me he would be more than happy to show me the ropes. Luckily, he was working in IT and had a pretty flexible schedule so he could take some time off in the afternoon. We agreed to meet at a petrol station nearby in 15 minutes. I walked (really, really briskly) to my car, hopped in and was at the petrol station way sooner than the 15 minutes. I was nervous as hell but the guy eventually arrived. We sized each other up and I was soon following him to the apartment where he was staying. When we got the apartment we both stripped off really quickly. He had an amazing cock … thick and about 7 inches long. We started sucking each other off in a 69 on a bare mattress in the living room and I quickly asked him to fuck me. Naturally, I asked if he had a condom. He replied that he didn’t. I quickly made a decision and asked him to fuck me without a condom but not to cum in me. He then mentioned that he didn’t have any lube but by this time I was horny as fuck. Again, I decided to just go with the moment and told him to fuck me anyway. So he applied a bit of spit to his cock, pushed me chest down onto the mattress, pulled my cheeks apart and just shoved his cock into my waiting hole. It was one of the most painful things I had ever experienced, but it quickly turned to ecstasy as he took his cock out, applied more spit and continued to fuck me. Admittedly it took him quite a few thrusts before he got all the way inside me, but eventually there I was, 18 years old taking my first cock balls deep and bareback. The sex was intense. I remember reaching around, grabbing his arse and pulling him deeper into me. Without any warning except a low grunt, he unloaded into my hole. He pulled out and we proceeded to kiss. I was nervous as hell that he had just unloaded in me but told me I had nothing to worry about. He was kind enough to tell me I was a good kisser. He told me to get dressed and basically pushed me out the door. Wham. Bam. I never met up with him again or saw him online again. But a year later I was meeting up with a friend who had just moved into a new apartment. I went to visit and bizarrely it was the same flat I had got fucked in. The matrass on the floor was of course gone, but I could still see it there in mind. I smiled thinking about what had gone down that afternoon a year before … One of the results from that random fuck was that I discovered the joys of bareback sex. I’ve never used a condom in my life after that first fuck and I’ve been chasing (on and off) ever since.

I met this 40 year old on a website. Out of the blue he asked if I was horny and I said yes. He asked if he could come over and fuck me. after I a little kissing and mutual oral he turned me over on my stomach. He spit on my hole and in he went. He fucked me hard deep then pulled back and went deep again. This went on for 30 minutes. My Ass was beginning to get tired, Then he said if he could fill me up. Yes and with then he put his 7 inches deep in me. I could feel him pulse and he came He said next time he is horny he will text me as he liked my ass

I hear guys tell me all the time they wish they could have the large number of sex partners i do in a year or take the excessive size and use i am capable of or make porn like I do and i tell them all the same thing: just like going to the gym if you want to get physically fit, you have to get out and do it. For me, sex clubs are a great place to throw myself in. Unlike bathhouses that tend to have way too much cat and mouse cruising and teasing, guys at sex clubs are all there to fuck like dogs in heat. I can easily enjoy over 2 dozen partners at one in a single evening. No I don't care what the guys look like and am frequently playing on the edge of the dark area or on a fuck bench because all that matters is the hard penis going in me and giving my body that pleasure high as their erections stimulate my anal pleasure centers with each long thrust. It sounds like you are still struggling with the acceptability of promiscuous behavior because we are brainwashed by religious dogma from youth to be ashamed of our penises and feel guilty about our libidos. The best way to get through that is to commit yourself to doing it. Once you realize nothing about your life has changed, save for feeling more complete for having indulged, you will be back for more.

So I drive into watt River access and of course the sheriff is skulking at the end of the parking lot cock blocking everyone. I think about turning around and leaving but I know the chances of him pulling me over for bullshit is high. I’ve seen them exclusively target the “gay” parking lot (like it’s 1975 or something) before. I’ve also seen them arrest cruisers, but to be fair the guys I saw him arrest were guys who treated the area like a bathhouse with no modesty. Come on guys, if you can see the road while you are being fucked chances are people on the road can see you. I pull out my parking pass as I drive towards him and park. I’m thinking I’ll just catch up on email or check sniffies when this guy who looks like a prison break parks next to me. He notices me. I notice him. He gets out and does some stretches and I wonder who the show is for - me or the ranger. He walks straight towards the ranger and out onto the trail. I sit for a few minutes and then head up the trail to follow him smiling at the ranger as I pass him. We are heading for an area that doesn’t usually get cruised. It’s possible the ranger thinks I’m going for a walk. Prison break has hiked up the levee and is about 100 feet away. I follow him and when he reaches the next trail to walk back down he does. He can see me now. He glances my way. I’m still not sure if it’s a date yet but it looks promising. I head to the only place to play up River. It’s a little hiding hole with bank on one side and bushes on the other next to the River. It’s secluded and off the path. I have had some good dicking here before. I make sure he sees where I’m going as I head off the path. He follows. It’s a date. We’re on. I climb down into the fuck fort and flash my ass a crack by pulling down my easy access sweats. He stops on the bank and watches me. I play with my cock through the fabric of my pants and he does the same. I beckon him over and turn my baseball cap around so I can be prepared to suck his cock. I pull my dick out. He pulls his dick out. He stands in front of me and squeezes them together. I wait until he is hard and then bend down to start sucking. “Yeah”, he sighs. His dick is hard as a rock and meaty now. My ass is exposed now as I’m jacking my cock. He reaches for it. I stand up and he misinterprets the movement as me being ready for my turn. He gives good head. It’s a thrill to watch this rough, tattooed up, shaved head guy, with cock sucking lips work my nob, but I’m not going to cum this way. I make him stand up and turn around. He takes the hint and presses his cock on my hole. With the ranger watching me I decided not to grab my poppers and lube from the trunk. This is going to be a spit fuck. I ask him to take it slow. He’s experienced and slowly works his cock into my butt. Once he’s balls deep he starts to pound. Just about now I’m starting to worry. If the ranger decided to walk in and follow us this is about the time for him to show up. I’m torn between wanting this good dick to last and not getting caught. He pulls out and and I see the shadow of his head look down. I think he’s expecting shit. I’m pretty confident my hole is clean. ‘All good there bud?” “Yeah” he says. I turn around and suck his cock to prove it. He sucks my cock some but I want his load in my butt. I turn around. “Give it to me. Fill me up. Make me a man.” I whisper. I’m also still worried about that ranger and want him to cum quick. He grabs my hips and goes to town. I feel his body tighten and he makes some last jabs as he unlooses in my bowels, knocking me up. He slowly pulls out. I turn around and he’s shaking some last few drops from his cock. It must have been a big load I think. “That was awesome.” I say. “I needed that”. “Yeah” he says not looking me in the eye and a little guiltily. The knowledge that he just barebacked a stranger in the woods and came in his ass must be hitting him. He leaves and I stay back. I stick my fingers in my cummy hole and bring them to my nostrils. The smell of cum is a rush. I walk back to my car sticking my fingers up my ass to feel his juices ever so often. The ranger is gone. I wonder if I can find another load. I just can’t seem to get enough cock up my ass.

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

Did you ever have someone who got you to suck his cock share that information with someone else? Or did you ever share the fact someone was sucking you? When I was 11, my older brother started having me suck his cock. He was 17. A few months later, an older neighbor, who was around the same age as my brother, invited me to check out a fort he had build in the woods. That turned out to be the first time he got me to suck his cock. We played around for several years. I still remember the first time he told me, don't tell your brother about this. I didn't think about it at first but later realized that my brother must have told him I had been sucking his cock. I now wonder if my brother and this neighbor regularly shared information on which kids in the neighborhood would suck their cocks.

Part 1 My husband Rob and I have a great life. We have a nice house 30 minutes from the city and own a very successful landscaping business called Tops Landscaping that had a spinning top as our logo. A nice double-entendre. We also maintained a staff of 20, so we rarely did the physical work anymore. We are both 55 years old and had met when were 25. We fell in love, but kept an open relationship cause we both had (and still have) an insatiable sex drive. We also loved to watch each other with other people. We were totally verse back then and going to the baths together was a regular thing. We were young hot and hung, and loved to get our asses loaded. Then we would go home and fuck each other one more time, loving the feel of each other's loose, squishy holes. So it was no suprise when we tested poz right around the same time when we were 28. We both took meds for a while, but didn't like how they made us feel, so we quit them about 10 years ago. So now we try to lead a very healthy lifestyle, mostly. As we got older, and became more immersed in the bdsm scene, we started gravitating to being mostly tops. We loved to find a twink (or two) and take him back to our ever expanding basement dungeon to work him over. We preferred to find poz bottoms, or at least ones who didn't care, but we weren't above using condoms if the twink was worth it. Because we are! We're both tall, I'm 6'2", he's 6'3" and have big, muscular bodies from years in the gym. Now we have a home gym, with everything we need, but we still pay a membership to a predominantly gay gym, mostly just for cruising. There's been many a hot time in the sauna there, not to mention the hot little gym bunnies we would lure into our den of inequities! He shaves his head, because he was going bald anyway, where as I keep a nice, tight buzz cut. We are both heavily tattooed, a passion we have always shared, with two full sleeves each, as well as many other assorted ones, including matching biohazard ones around our bellybuttons, right above our cocks. We both have our nipples pierced and sport fat p.a.'s. We're both moderately hairy, him a little more than me, and we have great cocks. Mine is a thick veined 8 1/2", and his, while not quite as thick, measures 10" with a fat mushroom head. Needless to say, we're fucking hot! So we were always content with our pickups until we met Vinny. Vinny is a hot little 25 year old Italian muscle pup. He is 5'9" with a cute little 4" dick. He's got that classic Italian face with a big nose, full pink lips, and huge brown puppy dog eyes that were almost obscured by his shaggy, slightly curly dark brown hair. His buff body is a creamy pale colour with large pink nipples and a pretty pink asshole to match. While his chest and ass are naturally smooth, he sports sexy, dark bushy pits and hairy legs. The night we met him, over a year ago, we were at our favourite leather bar. Rob noticed him first and pointed him out to me. My dick instantly grew in my pants. He was standing across the room, shirtless, showing off his built up arms and torso that narrowed to a slim waist, then dissapeared into tight Levi's that showed off his sweet, bubble but. I immediately had to have the kid. The problem was, someone else was trying to claim him. A guy I knew, that while he was good looking, couldn't match my husband and me. But he was trying his best to snag the kid. He was standing real close to him, touching his chest, rubbing his ass, but I could tell the kid wasn't really responding to him. I just watched for a while until the kid finally broke away and headed to the bathroom. I made my move, following him like a tiger stalking his prey. As luck would have it, I stood right behind him in the short line. He smelled as good as he looked. Not cologne, just a clean, soapy, sexy smell. I admired his muscled back and shoulders and round ass as I stood behind him, and as luck would have it, two spots opened up at the trough style urinal. He picked the spot at the end by the wall, and I squeezed in next to him. I liked how he unzipped his jeans and pulled down a classic white jockstrap, exposing his cute little dick poking out of his dark, bushy pubes. I made sure to make a big deal out of fishing out my cock, exposing my metal cock ring, and I could see him glance at it a couple of times. A good sign. I was never one for subtlety, so I just leaned down and whispered in his ear, "My husband and I think you're really hot. Why don't you come over and talk to us? We're in the corner under the Budweiser sign." The kid looked up at me, taking in my hard, tattooed body and tight leather harness and smiled. "I might just do that." He zipped up and walked out of the bathroom. I headed back to the corner where my husband had fresh drinks, but I didn't see the kid anywhere. I didn't know if I had scared him off, or he just wasn't interested. I got my answer about 15 minutes later when I saw him walking our direction. Luckily, our beers were empty, so after introductions, Rob went off to get more drinks, returning soon with 9 shots of whiskey and three beers on a tray. He set it on the table. We all picked up a shot and I toasted, "Here's to new possibilities." Vinny just smiled at us with his killer smile and downed the shot, chasing it with a beer. After several more shots and a couple of beers, none of us were feeling any pain, especially Vinny. Rob had a fresh bottle of poppers and was giving the kid hits as we took turns rubbing his crotch and pinching his nipples, which responded by getting rock hard, eliciting soft moans from the kid. Eventually we had his pants open and we took turns sliding our hands down his smooth, hard ass, fingering his tight little hole. We had him backed into the corner, our bodies blocking anyone else from trying to claim our prize. We learned a lot about Vinny. He had recently moved here from Pennsylvania. He was from a large Italian catholic family where was the 4th of 7 kids, the consummate middle child. He was staying with friends on their couch until he could get his own place, and worked as a barista. He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but what he lacked in smarts, he more than made up for in charm. I really don't think he knew just how hot he was as he blushed at our compliments. So cute. The best, and most important things we learned was 1.) He really liked older guys, and 2.) He was really interested in bdsm. He had some experience and his eyes lit up when we described our dungeon at home. He was a very eager little pup, and soon we found ourselves in a cab on the way home. Vinny proved himself to be a very talented little bottom that night as Rob and I took turns fucking his sweet little ass for hours. Between the weed and the poppers, he couldn't get enough of our big dicks, or some of our various bondage devices. We went through a lot of condoms that night, but Vinny swallowed all six of our loads that we gave him, the final two after we had covered him in our piss and choked him with our cocks. We ended the night with him snuggled between us in our bed, reeking of the piss we had marked him with. He didn't have to work until Monday, so he ended up spending the entire weekend with us. Something we very rarely did with a trick. Usually it was use them hard, give them some cab fare, and kick their ass out. But there was some obvious chemistry between the three of us, and as we drove him home so we could pick up the car we had left Friday night, we had already made plans to spend next weekend together. The next weekend, we introduced Vinny to T, something Rob and I enjoyed occasionally. He instantly loved it as it made him even more of an insatiable bottom. We had a lot of fun that night using all kinds of toys on his sweet little hole. He didn't like how his already little dick shriveled up though, but I explained his dick didn't matter, only his holes did, and he seemed to like that. Thank god it didn't have the same effect on Rob and me. And besides, we showed Vinny the pleasure of making his soft cock cum as I sucked it while Rob plowed his hole. I didn't swallow it, instead I made Vinny open his mouth so I could spit it all into into it. He loved that. After the 4th weekend in a row with Vinny at our place, Rob and I talked about asking him to become our boy and move in with us. When we asked Vinny and told him the terms, he very excitedly agreed. The terms were very simple. 1.) He would go on prep, as Rob and I refused to use condoms with him forever. 2.) He would submit to us sexually in anyway we desired. Anytime, anywhere. 3.) He would take care of the household duties. 4.) He would work out a minimum of an hour and a half a day. In return, we would take care of him and pay for his medical expenses as well as put $100 a week into an account for him as a cushion. He was very excited when we took him to the doctor the next day for his prescription, as I explained that he could not move in and officially be our boy until he could take our raw loads in his pussy. Luckily, we had a very good friend who was our doctor and he came into his private practice on a Saturday as a favour to us. In no time at all we had his prescription, and Vinny was on his back, feet locked in stirrups, taking our doctors cock deep in his muscle pup hole. By Monday afternoon, he had taken his first dose, and two weeks later we had his duffel bag containing everything he owned in our trunk as we all excitedly went home to our new life together. My dick was rock hard in my pants as we placed Vinny's new collar around his neck. It was a simple chain with a padlock and a bone shaped dog tag that said, "Property of Ryan and Rob." That night we slammed Vinny for the first time. My hands shook as I tied off his bulging bicep and swabbed the prominent vein. He looked at me with those big, trusting, brown, puppy dog eyes as I inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. I'll never forget the look on his face when I released the band and the rush flew through his body. His eyes grew huge and they rolled back in his head as he coughed a few times followed by some short, quick breaths. After 7 hours of nonstop fucking, Vinny ended the night with six loads in his little pup hole. I let Rob deposit the first one, since he had been the first to spot the kid. We eventually wound up in our bed, reeking of sweat and sex and piss. We couldn't sleep, so we just continued to enjoy Vinny's hard little body as the fat plug in his ass insured he would absorb our DNA deep inside him for the very first time. We continued to celebrate the next day as we took Vinny to get his first tattoos, a series of puppy paws that went over his left pec and his heart. We left with a plug in Vinny holding in three loads. Mine, Rob's, and the tattoo artist's. The boy was ours. Life together fell in place very quickly. Monday through Friday we would come home from work to a clean house, a hot meal, and a sexy boy in nothing but a jockstrap, a cock cage, and his collar. He was only allowed one jock a week, and was never allowed to remove it, not even to piss. He would have to sit on the toilet and piss through the jock, soaking it every time. It would ensure a nice raunchy jock to be used at the end of the week. If he had to leave the house, he was only allowed to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, his collar on full display. If it was cold, he was allowed skin tight jeans, sneakers with no socks and a hoodie. Luckily it didn't get very cold where we live. During the week, our evenings would be spent relaxing in front of the TV after we worked out. Vinny would massage our dirty, sweaty feet with his mouth and hands. He would clean our sweaty armpits with his tongue and do the same to our swampy asscracks and musty assholes. Sometimes we would have him suck our cocks, sometimes we would fuck him, but he always wound up with at least two loads from each of us in one of his pretty pink puppy holes. At night, he was almost always snuggled between us in our bed. That is, if he wasn't in his cage. The weekends were another story. That was when we took full use of our dungeon. From Friday night to Monday morning Vinny was subjected to all kinds of tortures and punishments. Not that he really needed to be punished, he was a very good pup, but it pleased Rob and me to inflict pain on the kid, and Vinny understood that. In fact, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. Usually we would remove his cock cage, and he would cum without even touching his dick as we abused his hot, young body. We would whore out his holes, allowing our friends to come over and deposit a load or two or three in him. Frequently, we would take him to the baths, enjoying the sight of him taking a strangers cock deep in his pussy, dumping an anonymous load into our hot boy. And he loved it, the little pig. There were few things hotter than taking Vinny home after a long night of breeding. His stretched out hole would feel so good with all those anonymous loads deep in there. Rob and I would always deposit at least one more each, then punish the boy for being such a dirty little cumdump whore. We all couldn't have been happier. When Vinny had been with us for 11 months, he laid between us one night, fresh cum dripping out of his pussy. "Daddy Ryan, Daddy Rob," he began. "Yes pup?" I asked, touseling his thick, dark hair. "In one month, we'll have been together a year, and I've been thinking hard about something." "What's that pup?" Asked Rob. "Well, I love you both so much." He continued as he gave Rob a kiss, then me. "And I've decided, I want you to make me your son. I want you to infect me so that you will always be a part of me, and I'll truly be yours forever." I took his chin into my hands and looked deep into his puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure? Is that what you really, really want?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He moaned as Rob slid his hard cock back into his little muscle pup hole.

Had a cum filled Wednesday night at the regular sex club I go to. I posted an ad on BBRTS saying I was offering my cumdump slut ass up for all cocks and loads. I got there at 8pm and changed into a pink assless singlet. I had already prelubed my ass and took a couple hits of poppers. I headed off to the darkroom to bend over and spread my ass open. Didn’t take long for a guy to shove his cock up my willing cunt. He fucked me hard and shot a huge load in my hole. I sucked his cock clean and bent back over to take the next cock. The next guy sunk his cock in balls deep with one thrust. I kept telling him to wreck my hole and he pounded away then said he was filling me with his toxic load! I said fuck yeah, shoot that toxic load in my slut hole, I want it bad! With two loads already in I decided to head down to the first floor darkroom. It wasn’t too crowded yet but I bent over and spread my ass open again. I felt a guy fingering my cum filled hole and he said to suck his finger and then to suck his cock. His cock was rock hard and he said he wanted to fuck me and shoot multiple loads in my cunt. He fucked me for a half hour or more and shot at least 8 loads in my ass. By now my cunt was so loose and sloppy with cum while other guys waited to fuck me. Another four guys took a turn on my ass and pumped more cum in me. So with 14 loads in my cumdump hole I decided to take a break. I snorted almost a full bottle of poppers and headed off to another darkroom at a gay club. Got fucked by 2 more guys there as cum was now leaking out my ass. I so love being a cumdump slut bottom. After all I’m just a piece of ass to be fucked, filled and used 😈🍑☣️!!!

Morally it’s wrong but on porn it’s hot af lol. I never needed to stealth any bottom because bottoms usually tell me get them pregnant. I’m now just breeding my boyfriend and using condoms for hook ups. Most hook ups want me to breed them and others don’t care if I use condoms or not.

I went out last night and bar hopped. I was tipsy and on my way home. It was 5:00 am on the 1 train and there was just me, a homeless guy asleep and this really hot guy looking at his phone. After a couple stops he looked up. We made eye contact and I smiled (through my mask). He didn't break eye contact... Then he grabbed his crotch and I raised my eye brows and smiled again. He got up walked over to me and undid his pants and pulled out a thick 7 inch beautiful cock... I did what a good cumdump does and started sucking him off. It was hot as hell. I took his cock as deep down my throat as I could. Just as we pulled into the station he shot his hot load down my throat. Zipped up and walked out the subway car. It was a true fantasy cum true!!!

Following daddy's order, heading to East Side Club for the first time. Promised to be a good boy getting pimped out. Door unlocked at all time, At ALL Time, yes, that's the point. Help me become the kind of pussyboy daddy will be proud of, as he discreetly passing by my opened door and monitor my actions.

Out of town for work and the hotel I'm staying at is a pain in the ass to visit because of parking. Finally found a guy on Grindr who works nearby and he walked over after his shift. Tall, black, chubby, and a great cock. Not huge but beautiful. I blew him and then he fucked me. First doggy then on my back while he kissed me. Very sensual for a random hookup. Left a nice load inside my pussy. Hope he comes by again tomorrow for another round.

up until 2 months ago i always considered myself to be straight, one drunken night with a toxic top changed that for me. fter a bit of panic and uncertainty i gave in to my urges and now enjoy both men and women. Who would have though going to a party at my mums place would have changed my life so much.

.....VERY HOT STORY! more please and thank YOU...... any PIMPS or MASTERS (for full or part-time, in person or remote, no-limits submission) interested in taking on this pig as HIS properTy???? .....it submissively awaits notice of the time, date and place for it to surrender to SIR. please and thank YOU, SIR!!!!

I think I posted before. I'm a bi grad student in North Dallas. I'm muscular, masculine, play rugby and up til recently I was only with girls and was dominant with them. Lately though I've realized that my ultimate fantasy could be real. I've always wanted to be a cumdump. I thought I was the only one who even thought of it. I found out about Prep and got a prescription and got vaccinated for Hep A and B this past month. I still don't really know where to meet a bareback top though. I don't really know any guys who are "out" really. The few I know that know that I like guys or have this urge. I guess I'm a little bit shy. Anyone have any ideas or any interest in helping break me in? I could get a hotel room and meet you (and/or your friends) wherever. I would love to just be blindfolded and used by a large group. If anyone knows how to set something like that up, I could pay you for your time and trouble. Or be your personal slave. Seriously, I would really be grateful.

The fat black man fucking me indicated he was about to cum. His equally fat black cock was tearing me up and I loved it. The bathhouse was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday night. I was hunched over a fuck bench holding on for dear life as the raw fucker battered and buttered my hole with his load. A faint wave of guilt interrupted my pleasure at being bred when I thought of my boyfriend Chet who at the moment was discussing the latest Mark Kurlansky book at his weekly book club meeting. He had no idea I spent my Tuesdays hunting down loads at any number of adult establishments. The guy pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his half hard cock shiny with lube and cum swinging heavily below his gut. Before I could decide whether to stay or go the old guy in the corner who had been jerking off to the show made up his mind. He stepped up and slipped his cock into my well used hole. He was not as big as the black guy but plenty big enough. I moaned as he eased himself into a slow fuck. Then a voice from the dark shattered my idyll. "Well look who we have here," Brad, one of Chet's best friends sauntered up to me from out of the shadows. Fuck!!! Brad was a big oaf of a man, red blonde and furry. I had always been curious about him, wondered what he was packing. Unfortunately I was about to find out. He stood in front of me his big legs wide, arms crossed, a shit eating grin on his malicious face. I was not exactly trapped but I was loathed to push the old man off me before I got his load and besides I was already busted now all I could do is wait to find out the cost of my betrayal. "Sooo...," Brad drawled, "while the hubby is off chatting about the best seller list and drinking wine spritzers you're here getting your slut hole filled." He was right but I had to try to get out of this. Unfortunately my sex addled and desperate brain was not up to the task. I tried to bluff, " It's not what it looks like." Of course it was exactly what it looked like. "This is my first time. I was curious, please don't tell Chet." I was yammering on but Brad cut me off. "Don't insult my intelligence buddy. I might look like a ditch digger but my brain works just fine. I saw your piece of crap Tacoma when I pulled in here." Hey, my crazy brain protested inwardly, my truck was not a piece of crap. "You know Mark that works the counter? We go way back. I still throw him a bone once in a while and by bone I mean I fuck him. The guy has no discretion, gotta mouth like a fish wife. He says you are in here every Tuesday without fail. Says he even fucked you once on a break. Soooo...you gonna stick with your bullshit story?" The old guy was still fucking me even as he soaked in all Brad had to say. He chuckled at the last line. I did not know what to say so I remained quiet. Brad moved closer, his groin so close but not touching. I tried not to look but his bloated meat was so hard to resist. It was big and pink and tasty looking. My pride, what little I had left kept me from reaching for it. He trailed a big mitt down my back to my ass, kneading my cheeks and pulling them apart so the guy fucking me could get in deeper. "We always wondered, me and the guys that is, what your hole would feel like. You're a good looking man. I never imagined I'd have a shot with you, nope not in a million years." His hands kept moving. "Not you with your GQ looks, $200 shoes and vintage ties." The guys did tend to give me a lot of grief over my 'fancy' cloths and expensive hair cuts. "But look at you, under that glossy refined exterior is just another slut cum dump begging for loads. I started to protest, again he shut me up. "Don't even!", he cut himself off by roughly grabbing my chin so he could look me in the eye. "I've been watching you this whole time. I saw you get fucked through a glory hole. And what about that fat slob that just seeded your hole and this geezer." He gestured at the old man who was still banging away. "No offense intended." The old man cackled, "None taken. I fucked this guy before. I ain't never seen him turn down a dick." "Cut the crap and just admit you are a cum dump." "No load refused," added the old man laughing heartily and sounding like a craigslist ad. I slumped in defeat. My secret was out. "Okay Gramps," Brad was taking charge," time for you to breed this bitch. I've got plans for his ass and they don't include you." "Alright, alright," the old man huffed, " getting close, so close." Then he let out a long squeaky moan and I knew he was getting his nut. Also I recognized the moan. He had fucked a load into my ass more than once. He was probably a Tuesday night regular also. I rarely bother to turn and look at the guys fucking me on the bench. I love the sleazy anonymity of it. The geezer pulled out and gave my ass a slap. "Have fun boys, looks like you two have some catching up to do." He wandered off throwing a wave over his shoulder, "See you next Tuesday." Bastard! I tried to get off the bench but Brad was having none of it. I settled back down too afraid of him to argue. "You just get comfy. We are waiting for someone." "Who! Who are we waiting for?" I started to panic fearing he had called Chet. "Is it...is it..."I was so breathless I couldn't even say his name. "Calm down buddy. It's not Chet. Just a mutual friend looking forward to getting to know you better and I mean that in the Biblical sense." Oh shit that could only be one person, Brad's pal, the biggest asshole in the metropolitan area, BJ." And as if on cue he stepped into the room a smile so big on his face I thought his jaw might split and fall off. BJ, one of the guys, was one of Chet's oldest friends. They went to high school together and I think that was the only thing they had in common. Chet was too much of a sweetheart to tell BJ to get lost and BJ liked Chet's liquor cabinet too much to exit the scene. BJ was not even his real name. He earned it by getting caught twice in high school receiving blow jobs from classmates in the restroom. BJ was every bit as big as Brad but where Brad was bearish BJ was big boned and raw skinned with hard spare muscles and without an ounce kindness in his ugly mug. He reminded me of Willem Dafoe. I detested him. He was a lazy creep, always skirting the law and his mouth was always spouting invective. BJ was one of the few men (him and Trump) that I had no desire to see his package. Every other guy on the planet, even the lowliest, grossest slob, I have to wonder about his his dick. I mean when its poking through a gloryhole what does it matter. Not BJ though. It was not his body I objected to, it was him. "Hey GQ," BJ's nickname for me, "fancy meeting you here. Enjoying yourself?" He walked around me his eyes roaming over my body greedily. I remained quiet. "You are being rude GQ. Hogging the fuck bench like this. Why don't you hop off and give one of these other fags a go." There was no one else in the room but us. They each took and arm and helped me off. I have to admit my legs were a little wobbly. Recent events had over taken my stability and reality. They guided me over to a wide padded bench and sat me in between them. "You know GQ every time I look at that pretty face of yours I have the same damn thought. I'm a fucking broken record." He slapped my knee, hard. My flinch only served to widen his already ridiculous smile. "You want to know what it is?" I shook my head. "Oh come on, aren't you a teensy weensy bit curious." His grip on my knee became painful. "Okay, okay," I gave in trying to push his hand off my knee. "Tell me." Now I should point out I am not exactly a 90lb weakling. I am 6'2'', 175lbs, but both these guys had a couple inches on me and way more muscle. BJ was terrifyingly strong. "When I look at you," he snarled, "I want to feel that arrogant face of yours pushing into my ass." God no! He wants me to eat his ass. Now don't get me wrong. I am a devoted ass eater and the hairier the better but fucking BJ. NO WAY! It would be too demeaning, too gross. He could see the refusal in my face. I looked him the eye and I have never seen a more disgusted and hateful expression. "I know what you think of me GQ. I know you think you are better than me. That I am trash, that I only use people for what I can get. And who knows you might be right but I am not the one that just got caught cheating on his boyfriend and not only cheating but whoring out his hole to anybody with a heartbeat and a hard-on so you tell me old pal who's trash now? Which one of us is on the moral high ground?" My heart lurched. He was right. I did think I was better than him but was I really? BJ did not give me any more time to ponder the issue. "Don't worry about it sport," he ruffled my hair like I was a five year old. "I am totally willing to come down to your level, your lying cheating morally corrupt level. You can keep cheating on your boyfriend like you want and I am going to blackmail your ass...so I can get into your ass. You can keep your happy Martha Fucking Stewart life with preppy little Chet but on Tuesday nights you're mine. And Brad's of course." He gave Brad a friendly punch on the shoulder. I had to make one last attempt at getting out of this. "C'mon Brad you are better than this," I pleaded. "Don't let this asshole lead you into something you will regret. Brad shook his head but with no regret. "Sorry bud, this is a dream come true." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled us closer and despite the agony my soul was in I noticed how damn good he felt. "I have jerked off too many times dreaming of this moment and there is no way in hell I am letting it slip by. Besides you know, deep down, you want this. Hell I notice you checking out my package all the time." He had me there. I spent many a social gathering staring at his crotch trying to decide if he was cut or not. BJ interrupted. "Enough jibber jabber, my ass isn't going to eat itself." Two seconds later I was on my back staring up at BJ's hairless and wrinkled pucker. He pressed his hole to my lips and I clamped my mouth shut. He wiggled his ass back and forth, the silky weight of his sack caressing my chin. "Time to get busy GQ. I am not going to say it again. Either your tongue goes up my hole or I get my cell to call Chet." I gave in and pushed my tongue out. A few licks and his hole opened up like a spring flower. A few more licks and I was in deep and god help me he tasted so good. My cock was rock hard. My cum dump instinct took over and I was busy trying to push my head up his ass. I couldn't believe I was eating BJ's ass and loving it. I hated him but could not get enough of his hole. I could hear Brad talking to someone. Then I heard, "Go ahead and fuck him. He's not going anywhere." A moment later I felt the head of a cock rubbing up and down my asshole. When he paused I pushed out and managed to get it in me. "God damn," the guy swore, "he's a hungry bottom ain't he." Then he slammed the rest of his cock into me and I was breathless for a moment with both the pain in my ass and the lack of available air due to BJ grinding his hole hard in my face. I had no complaints. Except for being caught out life was fucking great. I had a raw anonymous cock in my ass and tasty asshole to feast on. There was nothing to do but enjoy. The top did not last long. He shot his load and departed but was immediately replaced by another and I wondered if it was Brad. Turns out it was not. Brad wanted my hole good and loaded before he had his way with me. BJ did not seem in any hurry to disengage his hole from my tongue so I settled in for a long rimming session. When I did get a break I asked the guys if they had any poppers. I was in total slut mode now. "You continue to shock me GQ," said BJ. "Be right back." He headed off towards the lockers but not before suggesting to Brad that I might be more comfortable in a sling. I followed Brad to the sling room not bothering to hide my eagerness. He patted the sling gesturing me to get in. Shyly I asked him if I could suck his dick before he fucked me. I still felt awkward about the situation but Brad's cock was even more beautiful than I had imagined and I could not wait to taste it. He shook his head as he pushed me into the sling, pulled my legs up and fastened the shackles to my ankles. "You're gonna be sucking my dick a lot. Don't worry your pretty head about that. You and my meat are going to get very well acquainted but right now its not about what you want and what I want is to see you fucked raw. I want to hear you beg for my meat in your cheating slut hole." BJ soon reappeared tossing me the little brown bottle. He had even thoughtfully removed the annoying plastic seal. I immediately took a hit and felt my hole pulse with the chemical high. As much as I hated BJ I wanted him to fuck me more than anyone. He teased my hole with his cock backing away every time I tried to get him inside. He was loving it and to be honest so was I. "Beg for it," he insisted," tell me what a piece of shit slut you are." "Please fuck me BJ, please. I want your load so bad." "What's my name?" his voice turned harsh and he gave my nut sack a smack. I flinched and started over over. I was too slow in responding with his real name. "David," I gasped when he menaced my balls again sending shivers of pain through my body. "I'm a lying, worthless cum dump that doesn't deserve your load David." I shouted. "It's too good for me but I need it." I rambled on doing a shit job I am sure but I knew he was going to fuck he just wanted to humiliate me first. I didn't care. I wanted cock. Luckily I managed a hit of poppers as he slammed his full length into me. It was brutal but felt so fucking good. It was a hate fuck and I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't touch my cock for fear of blasting off. Losing all self esteem and I pulled at BJ trying get him close enough for a kiss. His look of disgust only served to make my cock harder. "You really are pathetic," he spit before pressing his lips to mine and exploring my gums with his tongue. I kissed him greedily trying to make sure every inch of his rampant cock was lodged in my greedy hole. When he shot his load my bliss went into overdrive. His ugly mug contorted and his muscles strained as he concentrated on his nut making sure I was fully bred and loaded. He pulled out too soon offering Brad a turn. Brad mounted me quickly and BJ came to my side to have his cock cleaned. Brad was a fun fuck, his boyish smile never leaving his lips as he watched me clean cum and ass juice off my rival. Instead of breeding me Brad went to my other side and pushed his cock into my mouth. BJ surprised me by bending over to share giving Brad a blow job. When the orgasm came BJ took most of the jizz but then pushed it into my mouth. We shared a cummy kiss snowballing Brad's load. My cock was a hair trigger at this point. As soon as Brad put his lips to my cock I exploded. I moaned into BJ's mouth and spit frothed cum dribbled out as the most extreme orgasm I had yet to experience shattered my body. Brad joined us for a three way kiss so share my load. Brad and BJ helped me out of the sling and we all headed for the showers in silence. I had no idea what to say or how I should feel. What I did know was that I wanted these two men again. I wanted them to use me as they saw fit. As we all dressed I turned to BJ. "Next Tuesday," It was a question. Grabbing his bag he shrugged. "I'll think about it," but the wink told me my hole was going to get well acquainted with BJ's cock. I stopped at Barnes and Noble on the way home and bought Chet a $200 gift card.

I actually like being fucked by shorter guys. Ideally 5ft 8” or below

I’m uncut and my cockhead is very sensitive. I remember I couldn’t retract my foreskin to expose my cock head. It was so sensitive to touch.

My dad did the same, fuck me just before I would go back to moms house after weekend visit, my ass full of his seed. Carried dad cum in many places.

Need to plan a trip to NYC

So fucking love this!

I feel it depends on the situation. Anonymous open door nsa no questions - nope. If you're hooking up and they ask. Yes. Period just be honest. Many times I'll take an anonymous load and ask not to be told.

Thanks MuscledHorse - Totally true and especially overcoming the brainwashed shame we are put through in our youth. Feeling comfortable in our own skin and enjoying being naked is such an important step....there after we are natural sexual beasts there to experience and enjoy anal pleasure more and more.

I reread this series every chance I get, I hope more chapters come soon! 🙂

Nice!

Anyday Anytime

Another goal achieved! Presenting my brand new rosebud for your expert opinions, analysis, and further destruction if you’d like and the opportunity arises!

besides cum, spit a few top pals tell me that creamy lubes (elbow grease types) work well because it adds to the friction vs. making the hole to slick... personally, I luv organic virgin (hehe) coconut oil at room temp, too.

i prefer to be clean shaven and smooth . Love the feeling seems like i am totally exposed. ….. Hope that makes sense.

Totally the same here, not into damage or quantity. For me, it's the sight of seeing a guy really enjoy his smoke, the way he holds the cigarette in his hand, between his lips, the hunger and pleasure you see when a guy lights up after he's had to wait for a smoke. These were the types of guys a sought out, to watch whether in the street or online. Guys like you @cansmoker84 who I have followed for many years on various sites, your passion for smoking was what drew me to you. Then watching your progression, the addition of tats n piercings, your leather, to your poz journey. So hot.

Sucking dick with my head hanging off the edge of the bed is one of my very favorite ways to pleasure a top, for many of the reasons others have already said. I love that my throat becomes a straight tunnel that can be fucked deep with the top fully in control watching his dick move in and out of your throat as your throat expands and shrinks with each thrust. I think of it as a fleshlight when in this position. The thrusting can be relentless and completely at the control of the top which leaves me vulnerable, as others have said. Here's a pic of one of my favorite encounters doing this.

My dad and I would fuck in the shower together in the mornings and my favorite thing was to go to school with his cum still inside of me. Such a good feeling!

/Short Update cause I've been busy/ After examining my body, Isaak told Vance and Al that he's going to get ready for tonight's event. "He's going to stay here for a bit as payment, how bout that?" "I've got some guys coming in later so Al, it's Al yours!' The guys chuckled and Al came up to me and held my head, tonguing me immediately. "Mhmm. What am I going to do with you?" "Listen boy, Vance and Al are going to send you back later. They're coming tonight. Hope you enjoy today & don't forget to drink some water." Isaak snatched me from Vance and spit in my mouth, kissing me and stroking my neck. He then left. "Seems like you're going to wait for my high VL dick tonight boy. Don't worry. It'll all be worth it." Vance smirked at me. "Now what am I going to do with you now, slut? Boy's a bit too much for now. You seem like a slut and you'll act like one. Right?" "Certainly, Sir. "Good, Slut." Vance attached a studed collar that had a leash on me with a pair of wristbands and ankle bands. I had to wear a black leather jock with a zip and also a pair of kneeguards. "You're going to crawl now, Slut." Al held the leash and led me outside. The store, despite being in a basement, had a large floor area as it was located in a rundown loft. Shabby fluorescent lights hung above the corridor and there were numbered doors on each side. It seemed like a labyrinth when I crawled with Al. Finally, I looked up to a door that said #34. "We also run a storage facility. Most of the items stored are just these weird shit we do that most guys won't dare to admit. Closeted, Married, Discreet, who cares? As long as we're making a buck, that's all that matters." Welcome to America, I thought. "This room though, is my own personal space. It has AC and plumbing. So it's going to be great for us." In the past few days, I've seen more kinds of slings than the porn I've watched during my youth. Discovering all these items and the effort put into it, with high accuracy and details made me appreciate and realize how accepted my intrusive urges were. The anxiety that I've once kept had metamorphosed into an insatiable lust that gave me a purpose. The sling in Room 34 was attached to a wall, with red LED lights circling the room. An open cabinet displaying the paraphernalia Al owned was by the door. Inside, like Isaak's, all kinds of toys were there. But Al's were metal. Al slide opened a drawer below and took out a gas mask for me to wear. It had a tube connected to a sort of bong. "Fun time begins now, slut." Before putting it on me, I was hoisted into the sling, legs spread wider than before. Clicks on the bands made my limbs locked. Once the mask was put on, Al grinned more than usual. Al took off his clothes and I can now see how hot he was. At 5'11, he had a bear body that was built and a shaved head. His beard was fury, as was his chest. He had a septum piercing and his thighs were huge. As he turned his back to prepare our session, I could see a huge scorpion tat on his back, with the stinger trailing down to his ass. The head of the scorpion, close to his neck had a biohazard logo. Fucking hot was all I could think off. He then connected the tube of my mask to a bong. T was added and I then heard the lighter nozzle triggered. "Let's relax first, slut." Inhale, exhale, the same rush flowed me again. Al was softer than Isaak with me. He started to then lather my now smooth body with a kind of oil, exciting each of my neurons. "You know...this isn't just for me. I've actually been given the task to stretch you up for tonight. So I hope you're ready, slut cause we need to gape that hole of yours to keep in all of our juice." I was ready to have his arm in me if that was the case. Nothing mattered more than being the center of attention tonight. "I'm sure the T has loosen you up a bit, so let's get down to business." Al first caressed my ass, and then brushed my hole with his fingers. I could only yelp moans and pleas for him to give me more. A finger was then inserted into me and Al smiled, pulling out to show how shiny his index finger was. "You still have some cum, excellent." Without warning, he dived into my hole, rimming me as I felt his beard around my hole. His tongue pushed deep into me, savoring each drop that my cumload ass could give. He was devouring me and I could only moan as the T was continuously flowing. Al came up to me, took off my mask momentarily and fed me. "Fucking delicious, slut. Good fucking slut." I could only utter Thank You in my spun stated. "Next step." Al put on a glove on his right hand and dipped it into a jar. Slowly, he began to push his fingers, one by one until his fist could fit into me. I felt full but complete again. "You're doing amazing slut. I'm going to go in now ok? Breathe in." I took my breath in and his arm began to intrude my hole. "Fuck, slut, already halfway in. This is an easy job." It was more than halfway in. His bicep was almost going in and I didn't protest. It felt fucking great to have him in me. "Now, in and out we go." At this point I screamed and felt his arm thrusting in and out of me. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that I would not forget. As I was stretched, Al was also smoking the T and he mentioned that he's been partying for a few days now. "I got to relieve myself soon, slut. Want some?" "Yes, Sir. Please use me." Al was smirking again. Something about the way he smirked that arches his mustache turned me on. He got up from his stool and came back with a tunnel plug. Inserting it was hard at first as I tried to control my hole but with how spun I was, it popped in smoothly after 3 tries. I could then feel my hole exposed to the air with the diameter of the plug being as big as a hockey puck. "Fun time's now!" Vance exclaimed as he stood and pissed into me. All those chem now in me, increasing my inebriated state. "God, I wish I wasn't done with you but we got to go soon." I didn't realize how fast time had passed. Vance then barged in and applauded as he saw us. "Nice work, buddy. You ready to leave soon?" Al replaced the tunnel with a tail butt plug and changed the gas mask with a pup mask. The jock was also now nylon with the word "cumcump bitch" on the band behind. "You're not a slut tonight, you're a cumdump bitch." I was too high to care but even if I did, I would've allowed it as slowly, I'm embracing my pig side that I never once knew I had.

I spent the night at my boyfriend's place and he woke me up this morning by eating my ass, then he let me go down on him. I sucked his dick for about 45 seconds before he said he was about to shoot, and I wanted it on my face. So I pulled off and laid my head on his stomach while I jerked it and he busted a load all over my face. Some of it went up my nose and a lot of it was in my hair and I was in heaven. I thought that would be all because we both had to go to work but after our shower, he said he was in the mood to shoot another one. I fingered some vaseline in my ass and he took me in the bathroom while I watched him in the mirror. Now I'm on my first break at work and my ass is still gaping and throbbing. It feels like there's a hot fart trapped in my pants. 💖

Chapter II The attendant then excused himself and said he would look for me later and I went back into my room. I got out my baggie of t and set up a good line for a bump and snorted away. My level of horniness ramped up as I put my socks, boots, cock ring, and a thin banded black jock on. Put the room key on my right arm, stuck a small tube of lube in my jock, opened the door, and stepped out into the hallway - looking up and down. All the doors but one were closed. I walked down to see what might be happening leaving my towel in my room. The door was semi opened and the lighting was dimmed some. However, you could see the image of someone standing on the bed and another person on all fours sucking dick. I wanted to stop and peer in when a series of slaps loudly echoed from the room followed by an almost whimpering/crying sound. I jumped a bit at first and walked a few steps more then stopped. You could hear the slurping sounda of dick being sucked, along with some gasping and gagging. Then came this deep, stern like voice saying all sorts of sex stuff. "U like me slamming my dick down that throat don't you boy? Like that slam shit right? Gonna slam fuck your tight hole! Take my dick". My dick was bone hard. The attendant rounded the corner of the next hall. "Hey you! I see you have made yourself more comfortable! Look at you all jocked up! Nice! He stopped and bent down a little and quietly spoke saying, "It's amazing what a bump or two does, huh?" having a shit grin of gotcha. He walked around me looking me up and down then gace my jocked up butt a slight slap and whispered, "could hear you snorting a bit ago - these rooms don't have ceilings you know!" The semi opened door then almost slammed shut and I jumped a bit. "That boy is gonna be slammed in more ways than one! That's Aaron's Slam VIP room. Gets it everytime he is here. Hot guy. Dick for days. Very cool too." Another few slaps came from behind the door followed by a mix of moaning and crying. "Shut up boy! You wanted this, remember?. Some louder slaps and "open that hole up!" and louder whimpering. I was feeling horned as fuck and turned in with all this yet also had to wonder if there was anyone in trouble. The attendant saw my mixed facial expressions and out his arm over my shoulder as he lead me back towards my room. He told me all was cool, nothing new - or to be worried about. He said that Aaron and the twink he"s playing with are gonna be just fine and he rhought that the kid wouldn't last long. Stopping at my room the attendant put out his hand and said, " I'm Mark." I shook his hand, "Joey here.". " I know, I checked you in silly boy", Mark said. He held onto my hand and whispered in my ear, "I bet you could use another bump or somethin'. I know I could. Why don't you go in your room and I'll be right back. ". I began to unlock my door as two guys in leather were walking down the hallway, then stopped and leaned against the wall - both looking right at me and groping their crotches. I felt very drawn to them. They were hot. I started to open my door when Mark came from the other side almost pushing me inside my room and then closed the door. He pulled out from his pocket a good sized baggie and set up four lines and handed me the straw. Mark told me to snort one line in each nostril. My face and nose were burning like a slurpee head freeze. "Yeah, I know. She's a bitch alright! Question? You ever done t any other way"? Mark saw the look of confusion as I said I was new to t and didn't know of any other way. There came that shit grin again and Mark went on to explain several other ways to do it and the affects each had - clouds, rails, swallow, booty and slam. I was amazed and shocked. Mark then said that he thought I should try the booty option. That it would make me super horned. That my hole would love it. He snorted the other two lines, stood up and said he would be right back,closing the door behind him. I got up and slowly opened my door looking for the two guys I had seen. Looking through the crack I could see they were there - but now one was standing next to my door and the other was standing across the hallway. They were way hot. Both were looking down the hallway away from me. As I watched them I reached down to rub my hardening dick - making a loud banging noise with my elbow as it hit the metal locker door inside my room. I quickly closed my door and sat down on my bed. Knock, knock.... Knock, knock sounds came from my door.

Are you sure? I booked yesterday and didn’t have any problem securing a room, and had a choice of rooms. Were you using the hotel booking link on the IML website? You have to book via that link to book a room for the event. I imagine the event has most of the hotel’s rooms as a reserved block for attendees, so anyone trying to reserve from outside the event would find no vacancy.

who can forget the first time you found a glory hole? I remember my excitement feeding a load to a totally anonymous stranger who I never even got to see! After that first time, I began returning as often as I could but never considered dropping to my knees til I watched a gorgeous built stud go into the glory hole booth at my new favorite place in the world, and even then I figured he would suck me. When I watched him slip out of his shirt and pants and start stroking a big thick dick I got so horny I shoved my cock thru the hole without any sign from him that he might be interested. He jerked me for a minute and I heard him say softly "I don't suck cock, but I love getting mine sucked.. you down?" I stepped back and before I decided, his meat began a long decent through the wall. It seemed like it might keep going and touch the other side of the booth but my worries were overwhelmed by my desire to see what he tasted like. I didn't get any warning when he began to cum but to be fair I kept backing off when he rammed forward and tried to make me deep throat him. I was pissed and turned on by his surprise sperm in my mouth and the four huge shots he painted my face and shirt with when I coughed and sputtered and spit his cock out after the first few shots choked me. he said thanks and got dressed and I jerked b4 anyone could enjoy eating my cum, simply because I was too close to wait. I came so fast and hard that I was zipping up and exiting at about the same time as my super stud, which allowed me to see his face in the lights of the store. I was not into sucking really but the chance he would return got me to go even more often. Weeks later I had a man back his hot, lubed ass onto my dick without warning one night when I had gone in and gotten sucked by two or three guys and sucked one myself. The bottom had a firm hold of the briefs my cock happened to be caught through the fly of, and once I realized his intention I was already all the way in. I was close even before he popped me up his butt, so with only a throaty whisper of warning I bred his ass which was probably already filled with a load or two by the feel of it. I was shocked he wanted it bare, but I loved the thought of his ass filled with strange cum. As I left I spotted the guy in the hall and realized he was a former coworker of my dad's. I was so freaked that he might tell my folks or something that I dashed to the door, but as I looked back I was flabberghasted to see him wink and lick his lips as he waved goodbye to me. The next time I was there he was also cruising the arcade and although I was too shy to follow him into a booth I did let him suck and ride me again through the glory hole. When I left I found a note on my windshield that confirmed he was who I thought, assuring me he was discreet and providing me his phone number and the offer to meet back at the arcade or his place whenever I was free. My mind was screaming to throw it away but my hormones won out and I kept the number and called him the next time I was headed to the arcade. That time I let him join me in a booth where we sucked each other and I fucked him til a guy went into the next booth and watched through the hole. My older cumpanion encouraged me to let the new stranger taste my cock, so we took turns letting the guy suck us, and when the man in my booth was getting sucked I slid behind him and fucked him some more. Since turnabout is fair play, when we switched places again the guy began eating and fingering my ass, feeding me hits from his poppers and slobbering up and down the crack of my ass til I was as wet as I'd ever been. He began teasing my hole with his cock and I immediately told him I didn't get fucked without condoms. This was my sneaky way to avoid admitting I didn't like getting fucked, but it backfired as I took another hit of the poppers and heard the neighboring booth guy say "I've got one" and he slid it under the wall. I thought my friend would at least wait for me to pull out of the glory hole so I could tell him I wasn't interested, but just as I let the deep breath of poppers out, he stepped up and I felt his rubber encased rod puncture my teen hole and start a pretty brutal fucking. I was trapped between his cock and the wall, which was moving so bad I thought for a minute we might take it down. but He just kept on fucking til he could get all the way in and out, keeping the poppers cumming so I couldn't get my senses back enough to stop him. Pretty soon I had given in and started thrusting back to meet his hips, when I heard the neighbor say "how bout giving me a turn." My fucker pulled us back from the wall and a nice uncut 7 inch cock slid through the hole, already wrapped and lubed for me. My perverted bud said something like "nice", then had me take two deep hits off the poppers, spun me around and pushed my ass back into the hole. He kissed me and held me firmly against the wall as a total stranger shoved his entire cock in with a single push. I screamed but my fucker kept going while I tried in vein to make the man restraining me give me at ;east an inch to move off the attacking top. He pressed me back harder and jerked my cock with his rough hands and began ordering me to take the dick like a "good boy" and shoot my load for him. Turns out that was hot enough I did just that and began cumming hard, which made my fucker pull out, rip off his condom and shoot all over my cheeks. When the man I was with realized what was happening on the other side, he spun me around again and ate the mans load from my butt, before standing up and shoving his cock back in me for 3 excruciating mins of rough fucking before the condom broke. I wasn;t gonna let him cum in me, so I pushed him off but agreed to let him shoot on my face while a new stranger watched through the hole, despite the lube, ass juices and cum dripping from both sides. I decided never to let that happen again, only going to glory holes for oral and topping, but a few years ago I found myself back at that hole I learned to suck at, and watched a tall 50ish daddy type saunter past me in the hall, admiring his obscene bulge which he groped with his wedding band clad hand before stepping into one side and nodding for me to take the other. In very little time I had watched him lose his shirt and show me some massive pecs and biceps, then release his perfect 8-9inch cut dick which was as big around as it looked from my earlier gawking. He asked me to show him what I had to offer, and with half as much style or talent I hurriedly pulled my shirt over my head, leaving it on my shoulders, dropped my pants and went to pull off my undies when he whispered "turn around and show me that butt when you take em off son." I'm not one for dad/son play but that man and his commanding manner and brazen tone made me think I might need to re-evaluate that particular kink. I did as I was told and bent over as I slid the under wear down, then complied as I heard him give me order #2: take your pants and underwear off all the way and let me get a good look at that hole boy. I struggled to get them off without taking off my shoes since the floor was probably pretty nasty, but once I was free of them I backed up til my ass was against the wall. He hadn't expected that I guess, and I felt like an over eager dunce when he pointed out how badly I wanted him to taste my butthole, but I forgot it a sec later when his flat long tongue began bathing my hole and making itself into a firm tongue-dick so he could work it into my asshole. I moaned and let him really make my hole twitch and pulse before my cock was hard enough that I decided to turn around and feed it to him. He stopped me and asked if I was tested recently, which I was about 10 days earlier, so he informed me he had been 3 weeks before that day and had to be sure so he wouldn't bring anything home to his wife, then swallowed my 6 inches in one gulp. I moaned and rocked against the wall as he worked me up good til I warned I was getting close, which prompted him to stop and say "Not yet boy, it's my turn first." No problem for me, I dropped down and bounced on the balls of my feet as he stood up and produced a bottle of poppers from his pocket and took a whiff, then offered me one. I was wary since they usually led to me going cock-crazy and doing stuff I normally wouldn't but I was hungry for his dick and said sure, took two big whiffs and passed it back, feeling the dizzyness hit me as his thick manly monster slid through the hole and into my waiting mouth and hands. "No hands. You gotta take it with your throat son." he stated with no doubt in his voice that I might protest. As requested I used just my mouth and throat and did my best deep throating to take the entirety of his cock in my slobbery gullet. He only paused a few minutes later to hand the poppers back to me again, waited for me to take a hit and then told me to get back to work. For nearly 10 minutes he softly alternated between dirty names and degrading taunts of how much I obviously needed him to rape my mouth, etc. until I would choke a little or gag and he would switch to encouraging dares that I was fine, take a breath, show me how good a cocksucker you are. He even told me at one point I was the best dick swallower he'd had the pleasure to feed, then asked me if I had a condom because he wanted to see if my ass was as good as my throat. I dug into my pockets but no luck. I was offering to go buy one from the desk, but he said not yet and made me suck him more while he repeatedly asked me 3 times if I was sure I was clean, when my test was. was I totally sure I was neg like him? I moaned yes or pulled off enough to affirm I was each time, and he followed each with a reassurance that he was too, and repeated that he had to be sure he wasn't gonna take anything home to his wife, but he really wanted to cum with me, IN me...I wasn't sure if I heard him right but I leaned back to see if he meant what I thought but he cut me off and told me to let him eat my ass some more while I took a few more hits from his poppers. When I tried to hand them back he told me to keep using them so I did while I let him return to making my ass a meal fit for a king. Every time I caught my breath he said to take another hit and if I said I needed a second he just ignored me and spanked my ass hard and said "do as your told." 2 minutes more and 4 more hits and I had to brace myself against the far wall and the bench to keep from passing out. He seemed to catch on and said "You okay boy? I can stop if u want but your ass is making me so hot I won't be able to stop myself again if we keep going." I just mumbled for him not to stop, and barely felt beefy dad finger slid inside me, lubed by some mystery liquid which burned slightly but soon made my hole hungry for a second finger. He repeated how bad he wanted to fuck my butt and asked me if I had been fucked by a man before. I slurred as I said it had been a very long time, and he said it was about time to try it again. He went to add a third finger but this on hurt, like his nail was sharp or something on his finger scratched my ass as it went in. I yelped and told him his fingers hurt, and he apologized and told me he knew what I meant, the only thing he allowed in his ass was a tongue or a really well lubed and manicured finger, but added that his wife always insisted his fingers were too rough to put in her cunt or ass, and said she only wanted his bare dick in her. I was hitting the poppers once more and blurted out how hot the few bare cocks I had taken felt once inside me. His voice turned more devious and he said "see, if your ass is too sensitive for my fingers, all you need is my big ol daddy dick instead, right boy?" I agreed but reminded him we had no condom, but didn't fight as his third finger wiggled further in me, and whispered yeah when he asked me again if I knew for sure I was clean. He told me to take two huge hits from the poppers and began working more of the burning/lubing liquid into my hole with his fingers while he explained that if I was sure I was clean, I could trust him that he was too and if we both were, then it was too bad we needed a condom. I just moaned as he slid his fingers out and I felt his dick press between my thighs and start sliding up and down my crack, pausing each time he went over my hole. I asked him if he was telling the truth about his test for sure and he said "I swear on my wife and son's lives, I wouldn't risk fucking your sweet boy hole otherwise." Whether or not I was sure what I was doing, my body decided it had all the info it needed and the next time his dick head met my ass I arched my back and pressed towards him and felt his dick begin to open my ass. It was definitely as big or bigger in width that his fingers, so I took it slow as I backed my hole carefully onto him until his head popped inside me. We both moaned and he told me how fucking tight my ass was in a deep gravely voice like he had de-evolved into a cave man or at least a young sex-crazed stud from his upper middle class dad-persona. He told me to go real slow but also told me to hit the poppers more, and after that I lost my balance and wound up 2/3rds of the way down his cock. My usually strict ass was unusually cooperative for some reason (be it the poppers, the lube or the fucking god I had inside me) and before I let the next hit go I managed to back up all the way until I was firmly against his hips. Had we been able to try another position I am sure he could have added another 2 inches to my colon, but he wasn't complaining as I began pumping up and down and back and forth, while alternating my hips in circles or side to side and making my asshole tighten and release randomly which got him to say (with a little too much volume) that if I kept that up he would be seeding me in no time. I took that as a challenge and went faster and harder, then I piped in that he had to pull out before he shot his load. He said we'll see boy, then told me to put my ass flat against the wall, put one leg up on the bench, and brace myself. I did as best I could, and suddenly he was fucking me deeper, each thrust almost completely out and back in. I hit the poppers again and jerked my cock, and for the next few minutes I was in heaven. So much so I missed that his fuck thrust shook the walls so much that my booth door lock hopped down and my door swung open. Terrified to see three men standing close enough to see me through the frame, I reached to shut it, and my foot on the bench slid across my piled up pants, making it slide further to where it was close to forcing me into the splits. I clenched my thighs and butt to keep that from happening and had to force my ass back further into the wall to keep myself upright, and with the extra tension on his cock and my butt squirming and pressing hard into his groin I pushed "dad" over the edge and heard him yell "Oh fuck yeah" as he pounded my ass hard and washed my inside with semen so deep and wet that his dick head almost broke through another sphincter inside me. I was in pain but also sweating and hard from how hot it was feeling his balls tighten against my hole and empty their heavy load inside me. He finished with massive thrusting rams into me then ripped his cock from my ass and began to dress. I tried to catch my breath and shook as I slowly became human again. I began to pull my clothes on as I heard him exit the booth where he was immediately replaced by a guy who stuck his 7.5 inch black dick into the hole and told me to sit on it, but I told him I needed to get going and wasn't gonna get fucked without a condom anyway, which he finally believed after two minutes of firmly insisting I shut up and let him breed me. Finally he exited the booth and said he would find a condom and be back, when I heard him nearly run into the "dad" in the hall, before there was a knock at my door and his "daddy" tone softly said he thought I might want a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean up. I reluctantly opened the door and let him in. He got a better look at me up close and told me I looked like his son's best friend, so much so he almost thought it was him when he began fucking me. I said sorry, not him, but he said it was fine, I was cuter and was the best cock sucker and boy cunt he had fucked since he was my age. he had me turn and drop my pants while he wiped the wet cloth over my cheeks and ass hole, and I asked him if he played with men much. He admitted he did once every few months, but up until recently he had a fuck buddy in town who moved away and this was his first time doing any thing other than feeding some kid his cum at the arcade. I told him how glad I was we had run into each other and he agreed then asked me if I had cum yet. I said no and moaned as he worked his finger back into my ass. I reached back and found he had released his dick from his slacks again and it was hard as before only now it was cleaned up and soapy smelling from his trip to the bathroom. He asked how many times I had been fucked while he turned me to face him and stroked my cock while he fingered my cummy hole. I moaned some more and said I used to get fucked a lot when I was younger by a man who showed me how to play, but otherwise I was all top except for the rare instance with a few guys here and there. "That's too bad boy, cause your ass is built for fucking." He moved me to the bench and had me sit back, then lifted my legs and removed my pants again. I told him I didn't think I could handle being fucked again and he said no problem he just wanted to "see my hole while you cum son. How bout takin another hit of the poppers and u can use my lube to jerk while I watch?" I wasn't sure I should but he was suddenly so fatherly I felt I had to out of respect. I sniffed the poppers as he dripped lube onto my dick, then pulled a different bottle out and lubed his fingers and began working my hole like before. The dick lube felt cool and slick but the lube in my hole felt grainy almost and instantly began to burn worse than before. I tensed and sucked in and held my breath while I moved my hips down to try and keep him from going in further. "Fuck it is burning like crazy! What lube is that?" "Sorry boy, it's a special one made for anal penetration, but I must not have mixed the crys-um special stuff in well enough." "What did you mix in cause it really burns!" I asked as he pushed the poppers back under my nose and told me to take three big hits to help with the burning. I asked again what was in the lube and he blew me off, mumbling that it was something designed to mix with lube to make pussy and ass easier to fuck. I knew it couldn't be numbing stuff cause it hurt so bad but by the third sniff of the poppers I had two fingers all the way in and the burn was fighting for control over the building feeling of pure pleasure in my ass. "There, that's better isn't it kid? I knew you would be fine, you just need to relax and let that take effect and you won't feel any more pain." I wasn't going to argue since he was using his other hand to jerk me off. "Why don't you try jerking that cock and fingering your ass for me kiddo." He said to me while scooting back and watching with a hungry look in his eyes. I did my best to show him how hot I was again, jerking my cock, rubbing my balls and teasing my asshole. He ordered me to take another hit from the poppers then took them from me and took two big hits himself. My head swam as he undid his pants fully and slid them and his undies to his knees, jerking while he told me what a hot fucking piece of ass I was, and I told him I was close to cumming already just from remembering how awesome it was to have his big "daddy" dick jizzing in my hole. When he heard me say Daddy, he moaned and told me how hot it was to hear me say that, then stepped forward and dropped to his knees between my thighs. I told him I couldn't take his dick again but I was jerking hard and teased him by saying how much I wished I was his son's best friend so I could sneak off and ride his dad cock when ever his wife and son weren't around. Maybe even seduce his son so he could fuck me with his son's cum as lube. He roared "fuck yeah son!" and shoved the poppers under my nose and told me to take a huge hit. I removed my fingers from my ass to take the bottle and as I held in the hit and went to set the poppers down, he took the opportunity to catch me off gaurd and force my legs open and popped his cock half way in me. I grimaced but he kept going until he was completely inside me and all it took was three long slow pumps in me and I began shooting a geyser of cum all over his shirt and neck as well as my own chest face and the wall behind my head. "God damn boy, fuck yeah shoot your cum, I'm gonna shoot inside you again. You want my cum son? You want your dad's jizz? Here it cums" He shoved in me so hard my head hit the wall and I saw stars for a second but I swear I felt like I had an immediate follow up orgasm with each pulse of his bare cock in my ass. Once we were both finished cumming we looked over just in time to see the black guy pop up from where he had been watching us and jerk his big black cock through the hole, splashing us with his cum with a load that shot so far it rivaled my own. We got cleaned up and parted ways after that, exchanging emails but I never got a response when I emailed him. I also left that day with the phone numbers of the black guy and his bigger, darker, musclier friend. Ended up meeting them at the big guy's apartment a couple weeks later with a fresh clean test result to trade for theirs. Spent 24 hours drinking and smoking weed and getting spit roasted by two of the hottest bare big black cocks god ever created and left with no less than 4 loads from the little guy and 7 from the host. I'm not sure I have ever been able to walk fully upright since his 10 inch ebony dick took turns making me into the gold medal winner for deepdicking my bare white ass. And all because i discovered a glory hole all those years ago 🙂

Part 2 The next month was a difficult one. Difficult in the sense that we had imposed some strict rules on ourselves. Rules designed to make the night of Vinny's "adoption" to be the most beautiful, painful, extreme night of his young life. First of all, he quit Prep the morning after he told us he wanted to become our son. A month being off the meds should be more than enough time for his body to become prime meat ready to absorb our poison. Second, no fucking. We wanted his hole to be as tight as possible for maximum wreckage that night. So for the next month, only blowjobs. And that wasn't as easy as it might sound because every time I saw Vinny's smooth, creamy white ass outlined in his jockstrap, I just wanted to rape it. Needless to say, Rob and I took full advantage of raping his sweet, puppy mouth and throat any opportunity we had. Third, his body was off limits. No spanking, whipping, paddling, nothing. Not even tit torture as we wanted his flesh to be as pure as possible before we gave him a night of exquisite pain he would never forget. Of course that didn't mean bondage was off the table, as long as there was nothing else with it. Vinny spent many a long day or night over the next month in some very uncomfortable positions. Fourth, Vinny was forbidden from cumming for the next month. Not hard since he was caged up. Lastly, no T. This was another hard one, as I loved it when our nasty little pup was tweaked out, and Vinny dearly missed it too. Of course we still allowed weed and poppers, were not monsters after all. Eventually, the month had finally passed and our sons birthday had arrived. That morning after our little pup had drained first Rob then me of our morning piss, I took Vinny's chin in my hands and looked him deeply in his eyes. "Today's the day puppy. It's your birthday. Are you ready for the most intense experience of your life?" Vinny looked back at me with those big, brown eyes. "Yes Sir." He whispered. "I'm ready." Rob then led him to his cage where he would spend the day, as the festivities wouldn't start until tonight. He was gagged and hooded, isolating him from the world. His hands were placed in leather mitts and clasped behind his back so he could in no way touch himself. Earbuds were placed in his ears playing an endless loop of hypno dialog detailing his new life as our poz puppy cumdump to really fuck with his head. He was given Viagra so his little dick would painfully strain in it's cage all day and he was diapered so he would have no need to leave it for the next 10 hours. Finally, the time had arrived. We were joined by six of our friends, including our doctor friend to join in Vinny's re-birth. We started by affixing Vinny to our St. Andrews cross, facing outward, still hooded and gagged. I attached a milking machine to his little dick and switched it on. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes before Vinny was was moaning and shaking as the machine sucked the first load out of him. He whined as the machine continued to suck on his sensitive dick, but we were not letting him off that easy. Our doctor friend Kurt proceeded to clamp off our pup's left nipple before producing a thick needle and placed the needle against Vinny's protruding tit. He let out a muffled howel as Kurt plunged the needle through his flesh, causing him to shoot his second load into the milking machine. His body convulsed as much as it could in his strapped down state as his dick became even more sensitive. Kurt quickly had a fat piercing in place. The process was completed with his right nipple as a sweat broke out over his body. The machine continued it's relentless sucking as Vinny continued to whine and moan. I stroked my hard cock through my jeans as I enjoyed Vinny's torment. Our pup was openly weeping into the mask as the machine eventually sucked load number three out of him. Only then did Rob finally shut it off. Vinny went completely limp in his bonds when it was finally removed from his dick. But his dick torment wasn't over yet. I held a popper soaked rag over his nose as Kurt picked up a fresh needle. He took Vinny's overly sensitive dick into his hands and quickly jammed the needle through his piss hole causing Vinny to scream into the gag. He then shoved a fat p.a. through the hole as Vinny continued screaming. God damn my dick was throbbing! It was big enough that it looked kind of comical in Vinny's little dicklet. Rob then tied off Vinny's bicep and swabbed the vein before inserting the needle. He slammed Vinny as Kurt prepared for the final piercing of the evening. The doc took a fresh needle and quickly passed it through Vinny's septum as I held his head still. Vinny screamed some more, but that didn't deter Kurt who had the piercing inserted in no time. I stepped back to admire my pup with all his new jewelry as he hung on the cross. We took Vinny down and hung him by his wrists in the middle of the room with his toes barely touching the ground. Then each guest took an implement to strike his hot, defenseless muscle bod. Everything from riding crops to paddles to cat o'nine tails and even a rattan cane. Then Rob and I sat back and started smoking the glass pipe as we watched our guests take turns beating and whipping our strung up pup. My cock throbbed as I watched the abuse inflicted on his young flesh. Poor Vinny never knew where he would be struck next, or with what. His body jerked and twisted like a puppet as he was assaulted all over and sweat poured off him. It was especially hot when one of his brand new piercings were struck as that elicited the best screams from him. After half and hour, his body was covered in angry red welts, from his chest down to his feet. The best were the stripes across his ass from the cane that were already starting to turn a purplish colour. I could feel the heat emanating from his body as I took him down. Vinny was then transferred to the sling where he was again strapped down and imobile. Rob took a syringe and sucked up all of Vinny's cum from the milking machines receptical and squirted it up Vinny's exposed hole. Then I took a bottle brush, you know the kind, round, about four inches long with bristles that started out narrow, but then got fatter. I sprayed it with water before I coated it in a fine covering of crystals. I was going to royaly fuck up Vinny's hole! I started to insert it as Vinny hissed into the gag. Rob covered his nose with a popper rag as I pushed the brush further in. Vinny started yelling into the gag as the brush scraped his delicate tissues and the T burned his hole. Soon, the entire thing was inside his hole and I twisted it around, causing Vinny to scream and buck in his bonds. I slowly pulled it out and my dick throbbed even harder as I looked at the redish slime covering it. I shoved it back in as fresh sweat broke out over his body. That only spurred me on more! I fucked Vinny with the brush, pulling it rapidly in and out as his formerly pink hole already burned an angry red. I pulled it out one final time and red tinted cum oozed from my puppy's hole. I couldn't wait another second. I undid my jeans and didn't even bother to take them off before I slammed my hard cock into Vinny with one mighty stroke. Vinny let out a wail as my fat cock stretched out his burning, inflamed hole. Our friends cheered as I bottomed out in my pup. This was the moment I had been waiting for and I grabbed Vinny's strong thighs and pounded his hole as hard as I could. I knew I would only last a few strokes before I was blasting my poison into the cumdump beneath me. "Oh fuck boy, here I come!" I shouted. "Take my poz load you filthy little pig!" I berated him as I buried myself as deeply as I could. Rob pinched his sore nipples as my dick throbbed deep inside him, coating his scraped up intestinal walls with my dirty load. Vinny just squeeled like the pig he was. I collapsed onto our rubber covered mattress as Rob took my place, stretching Vinny's hole more with his fat mushroom head as one of our friends held fresh poppers over his nose. Rob fucked him a little longer than I did, but he too didn't last too long before he was adding his toxic load into our pup's soon to be poz hole. Rob and I kicked back and enjoyed the glass pipe as we watched our poz friends, one by one rape Vinny's hole, adding more and more dirty cum into our slut. In just about 2 hours, he had taken 8 loads. We then helped him out of the sling and on to the fuck bench, reddish slime running down his legs. I smiled knowing the bench would rub his newly pierced tits causing him more pain as he was fucked further. Rob administered another slam right before I rammed myself back into him. I was able to fuck him longer this time, as was everyone else as well. Four hours and couple of booty bumps later, our puppy cumdump had 16 dirty loads pumped into his wrecked guts and his hole had become a dark red rosebud that leaked toxic seed after each man pulled out. I decided that wouldn't do. So after another slam, I proceeded to insert my fist into his gaping hole. Vinny whimpered and whined as his hole no doubt ached like it had never ached before, but hey, I had warned him. He was so high and his hole so fucked open that it practically sucked my fist right in. In no time I was almost to my elbow, well past his second sphincter. I wanted to make sure to get as much toxic jizz as deep into him as possible. I deep punched his guts as hard as I dared while my guests pissed all over him. By this point, everyone was worn out and headed home. Everyone worn out except Rob and me. So after everyone left, we untied Vinny and removed all his gear. Then we took a now naked pup and had him straddle Rob on the bed, sitting on his cock. Then I slid my cock into him next to Rob's, and we double fucked that slutty cumhole until we eventually added two final toxic loads of the night, after which we both pissed up his ass. Acting quickly before it could leak out, I grabbed a fat plug and plugged the slut's trashed out hole. Then we diapered him up and put him back in his cage, leaving him like the worthless poz hole he would now become, but not before switching on a monitor that played the events of the night, as of course everything had been recorded for posterity. It took the whore two and a half months before he finally came down with the fuck flu. And I can't tell you how hot it was to fuck his puppy hole as he was ravaged by fever. He was forever our son.

This is the best story here and I don't want more, I need more.

When I was young, back around the time that speech replaced sign language, after I had gay sex I just wanted to get away from the guy. Not freak or getting mean, just felt sort of grossed out by the whole thing BUT to paraphrase a previous poster, that was until the next time I got horny. To answer your question, I had two guys, different times, flip on me after sex. Both were straight, or claimed to be or were at that time etc...First guy just wanted to run away as quickly as possible as though he'd just come back to reality and realized what had just occurred and wanted to remove himself pronto. The other one was similar but started yelling at me that I "tried to make (him) me a fag, and I'm no fag !" followed by "you're lucky I don't kick your ass", I damn near held the door for him to get out and was concerned for a while that he might come around again. He didn't. Both happened years ago. Sounds like textbook cases of 'gay panic' and don't kid yourself, guys who suffer from homosexual panic can be dangerous. Used to be referred to as Kempf's Disease. Now, most homosexual related diseases/Illnesses have all been removed from the DSM which is great BUT there have plenty of legal cases where the defense will use the 'Gay Panic Defense' and get their client off. Many straight men still believe that they would be perfectly justified in physically attacking a man for making a pass at them. Murderers of gays have even gotten off or had greatly reduced sentences when their attorney used that defense.

Sorry it has been so long since I added to this. had a bit of Writer's Block. Enjoy! Thanksgiving Break I headed home, and had a great break with Mom and Uncle. I also had a little surprise over the week I was home. Thursday night, after all the turkey and trimmings, my mom’s pumpkin pie, and even some wine, there was a knock at the door. I answered to see my first fuck buddy Justin standing there looking as hot as ever. I wrapped him in a bear hug which he returned. “Come on in.” I said Justin moved past me, his hand brushing my cock slightly as he maneuvered around me to get inside. He said hello to my mother and uncle, then we headed up to my room for some privacy to catch up, and maybe more I was thinking because of his grope. Once we were in my room, Justin sat on my bed as I closed the door. I turned around, and he had a nervous look on his face. I sat next to him on the bed and put my hand on his thigh. “What’s up? You look kinda nervous or upset.” I said to him. “Well, you know the stuff we used to do before I left for college, the stuff the naked wrestling led to…” “Yea,” I said, “I liked it, and because of it I came to know for sure that I was gay.” “I had thought it was just a phase or something that would stop when I got to college and had different girls around. But it didn’t. I really discovered I liked it. I met a guy, and thought we were perfect together, but he had lied to me the whole time. He just wanted to get things to the point where I let him fuck me bare so that he could make me like him, HIV positive. I was completely devastated when I finally let him have that connection with me and found out it was only to make me poz.” And then he hung his head. The whole time Justin was talking about it, At first I was jealous, then started getting hard when he got to the barebacking part. I rubbed his leg, and then leaned in to hug him, and he hugged me back. “When we used to fuck, we never used condoms.” I said. “Yea, but we were still high schoolers, we weren’t having sex with men. We didn’t have diseases like HIV.” “And how do you feel now that you are HIV positive?” “Honestly, it is kinda liberating. Now I don’t have to worry about getting it any more. But I am also afraid that it will mean no one will want me, I am tainted.” “Buddy, it is not like that at all. There will be plenty of guys that want you. That will want you to fuck them.” “But I am Positive, I carry this disease with me. And I can’t get medication for it because then my folks will know and I haven’t told them I am gay, let alone that I am positive.” “So you are not on any medications for it?” “Nope. Can’t afford them without insurance.” “I need to tell you something,” I said to him and looked him in the eyes, “I am also HIV positive. My roommate is, and several of my friends on the wrestling team. Some of them even got it from me.” I felt his cock start to harden between us. We kissed and my hands began to travel down to his sweet ass. His hands moved to my cock and began to rub it inside my jeans. I reached between us and began to undo his pants. His hands moved up and began to remove my clothes as well. We made short work of it and soon we were both naked from the waist down. Our hard cocks pressed against each other and his cut cock was sticking straight up, leaking precum like a sieve. I dropped to my knees and began to suck up that poison, savoring the taste of his cum like never before. Justin grabbed my arms and pulled me off his cock and stood me up, kissing me deeply again before pushing me onto the bed. He joined me on the bed and we got into a 69. We both sucked on each other’s cocks, trying to get as much precum as possible. After a while, I broke off sucking his cock and told him I wanted him “give me his strain, mix it with mine.” “Only if you give me yours too, buddy” he replied as he moved around and lined his cock up with my hole. Justin pushed in slowly, it had been a while since I had taken all 9 inches of his cock, but it felt great to have him slid it back into me. Once he was balls deep, he waited a second before he really began to pound my hole with his cock. I was moaning in pleasure from his cock hitting all the right places in me. But far too soon, at least in my opinion, and it was really about ten minutes after he had slid into me, Justin shoved all the way in and began to shoot his toxic cum deep into my willing hole. He kissed me as he finished unloading all his balls could make into me. We flipped positions, and I spit on his hole to help lube it up a bit, then my uncut cock was lined up with his hole and I pushed in. Justin moaned in pleasure as my cock slid into him. He felt tight, and probably had not had sex since that asshole had stealthed him. The pressure from his tight hole on my cock made me want to blow right away, but I just held still for a few minutes and soon I was ready to fuck my old buddy and add my family strain to him. I varied it up and we both really enjoyed it, but far too soon I felt the tingle in my balls signaling release, so I sped up my thrusts and let him know it was cumming. “Give it to me buddy, give me your strain.” Justin said as I thrust all the way in and began to fill him with my deadly cum. As my balls unloaded into his ass, I leaned down and kissed Justin. We continued to kiss as my cock softened and then with a soft plop came out of his hole. We laid there kissing for a while, just holding each other and enjoying the feel of each other. A noise from downstairs reminded us that we were not alone in the house. Reluctantly, we separated and got our clothes back on. Once we were dressed, we laid on the bed next to each other and chatted. Nothing too deep; Classes, roommates, college life. Finally, a few hours after he had arrived, we slowly separated and gave one more private passionate kiss to each other. I walked him to the door, and we promised to get together again before the break ended, and again over Christmas break. Over the next three days, Justin and I fucked as much as we could, we both headed back to College with our asses full of the other’s cum, and our bodies accepting the other’s strain to add in with the one already active within us.

Love this story! Hottest piece of writing I've read on BZ for ages!!! When you describe the kid's all-consuming need, it's like you delved into my head and pulled my most secret thoughts out of that dark corner I'm hiding them in, dragging them into the bright light of day...

I feel the same way when I know the guy is poz. Give it to me no matter what

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

Hi again just like to say thank you for the advice you guys are giving me. It is helping, still a virgin lol but I'm coming to terms with liking cock! The odd thing for me is that i fancy women more than men but love watching cocks squirting cum in a man or allover a man and in my fantasies i put myself in that kind of scenario of taking or giving loads! I'm a little confused to say the least!!

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4