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So, I really want to keep this LOAD COUNTER 2010 accurate, so I have to come up with something I almost forgot in all the MAL madness. I actually got 2 more loads to count - which makes the LOAD COUNT 2010 - 74. Here is the story, I ll keep it short because I want to be able to post the MAL details soon:

The night before I left for Washington I was looking for some "farewell loads". I was cruising barebackrt.com and manhunt.net for some cock. It was one of those evening where nothing seems to happen, but finally I ended up with 2 loads - hard work.

The first one was a HOT guys from Mexico (what's it with all those HOT latin - american guys lately?). He was muscular built, a little chest hair, sexy salt n pepper hair and a BIG size cut cock. He did not even undress properly, just unzipped his pants, made me go down on him right as he walked into the door and suck his cock hard. He fucked me right there by the entrance door saying dirty things like "Man, u will get that big nut up your ass soon". He was pretty load, so at one point my neighbours started pounding on the walls. Oooops. Of course he did not stop shouting and fucking, so I am pretty sure my neighbours know what kind of BB cunt I am now .... but I LOVE it and I DON'T care! After he dumped his load he actually said he is a photographer and he would love to work with me because of my beatiful face... Well, i 'll check out hos work and we'll see if he can make some pictures of me.... Maybe even some with CUM in my face ;-) Here is his cock after he shot his load:

So, I was hunting again on the websites. No luck. One amazing looking BIG muscle top saif he will be over in 30 mins, but he did not show up. He sent a txt message saying he won't make it and he will stop by another time. So I thaught that's it for tonight. But than I recieved a txt from the asian top who fucked me 2 days before: "U taking loads tonight?" He is always reliebale for a quick load. So I replied "YES fucker, Load count 1 - need more!" and invited him over. he fucked me and dumped a load pretty quick. I did not cum, but I asked him to make some pictures of my ass for your pleasure... Enjoys guys!

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It was my first MAL. I have never been to IML either. So the experience of hundrets of hot leather fuckers all staying at one venue (the host hotel) was totally new for me.

I got to Washington pretty late. I arrived by train at about 10pm - so I didn't make it to my room before around 10.45pm. The Lobby of the hotel was packed with people. The hallways of the hotel seemed pretty busy too. The room was ideally located: It was on the 7th floor (which I found out would be home to three cumdump bottoms that weekend) right by the elevator - so the tops wouldn't have to cruise the whole floor to find my ass.... I knew I shouldn't loose any time in sozialising or having a drink, and decided to go online on bbrt and manhunt right away before even unpacking. Well, I was a little disappointed nothing at all happened online at that time. There were a couple of "quick connect ads" on bbrt - but it was only bottoms looking to get bred. LOTS of competition...!

So after all, I decided to wear some slutty outfit and go down to the lobby and chck out the crowd. And I was really surprised how open and frendly everybody was. I was standing there having a beer and the guys came up to talk to me right away, one after the other - at least 10 guys... I did not know the leather communty was so friendly or was it just because I had half of my ass hanging out of my tight jeans ?

After a second beer I decided I needed the first cock (and load) of the weekend up my ass. I thaught the best would be walking around the different floors. Which is what I did, but did not have a lot of success. It was around 12.30 by than. So I decided to wak around in just jocks and boots. THAT did the trick.... I took my first load in my room after some guy (frankly, I don't remember what he looked like) followed me on the hallway. It took about 5 minutes of doggie style fucking and he bred my ass. The first load up my ass felt so good, I decided to get some more. I discovered that the stairways were very busy too.... So, it did not take long until iI had another raw cock (of some hot looking, about 30 yo guy) up my ass right in the stairway in the bright light... There were about 5 guys watching the scene and two guys joined. One tried to use a condom, but I turned away VERY quick. The second one shared me with the first top for some minutes fucking me raw. I enjoyed putting on a show for the "audience" changing from one hard cock to the other very often... LOVE when everybody can see how big of a CUMWHORE I am.... Then the first fucker came up my ass. HOT! Everybody on the strairway saw it and I guess they enjoyed the show. I found out that a couple of rooms further down the hallway from my room there was a bb gangbang going on (open door, blue hanky on the door knot), organized by rawTOP (u know who I am talking about). We have been chatting online and exchanged phone numbers because I am just SO turned on by his blog, his videos and his stories. But for some reason he does not seem too much into me or not very eager to fuck my cunt and breed me because it takes him FOREVER to get back to me via text or mail (if he gets back to me at all). But I decided to check that little party out. There was one bottom being fucked by rawTOP and some tops around him waiting for their turn. As I entered the room I realised there were some guys following me - NICE! I bend over the bed and rawTOP was the first one who fucked my ass for some minutes (FINALLY!!) before he handed me over to some other fucker (at this time I did not really care who fucked my so I can't tell what the guys looked like). After sometime I felt a little akward because I had the feeling I was crashing a party I was not really meant to be at: All the fuckers turned towards my ass and I felt uncomfortable. I LOVE cum up my ass but it did not feel right to steal all the fuckers from that other bottom and fuck up rawTOPs gangbang. So I decided to leave. Next, I found a little side - hallway which was kind of dark in the sixth floor. It did not take too long and some guys joined me there. I got fucked by about 5 guys there, it was a hot scene and I did not really care about who fucked me. NOBODY even tried to use a condom - FUCK YEAH! I got another load from god knows who while I was sucking off another guys cock. When that guy heard I was just getting bred, he shot his load on my face and in my mouth almost the same second the fucker unloaded in my cunt. NICE! And the best thing was that my face was covered with cum running down my chin and nose. I decided to leave the dark hallway and went on cruising the bright lit hallways and starways of the hotel - my face still COVERED in CUM! I loved all the attention I got running down the hallways in jocks with all that CUM on my face. I could see the expression in the guys faces: The just thaught "Oh my got, what a slut!" And I loved it, decided I got enough (it was already 3 am) and went to bed without cuming myelf but with 4 loads up my ass and a face covered in cum... NOT a bad start!

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So, MAL did not start off bad with 4 loads friday night. BUT: This was BY far NOT enough to make me happy... I got up pretty early (around 11 am) and the first thing to do was turn on my computer and get online on manhunt and bbrt. I check out who was online, but decided to go check out the vendors market in the hotel's lobby. I cruised through the market, but it was not very busy and not very sexual at all. Everybody was focusing on the products so I decided to do some shopping too. I ended up buying some blue hot rubber singlet with a zipper to get easy access to my cunt... Here is a pic of it:

After my shopping trip I had two beer chatting with random guys who were coming up to me and flirting with me.

Around 2pm I went back to my room craving the first load of the day up my ass. I chatted with that hot kinky guy - he calls himself Vince - who's profile says; "looking for Xtra superior quality pussy to pollute, use". And he was exactly that verbal writing messages. He wanted me to get at least 3 loads before he will come over to breed me and than whore me out. Well, I thaught "Yeah, right, this is not going to happen" and focused on inviting fuckers over. I posted a "quick connect ad" saying "BB CUNT taking loads now - 7th floor, host hotel PUMP N DUMP". Days before I posted a "local parties" ad on bbrt for MAL saturday 9pm gangbang for which 29 tops signed up. I sent out the messages to the guys with my room number. Some of the tops were online and got back to me right away. Two wanted to cum fuck me right now, so I invited them over. The first one showed up within 5 minutes (it's so GREAT to have all those fuckers in ONE hotel....). He was only one floor above my room, got into the room, unzipped and after I sucked him - started fucking me. He was kind of sexy, but I really just wanted to take his laod quick, get him out of the room and focus on inviting more tops over. And he did me the favor and dumped his laod pretty quick. Nothing spectacular, no big dick, no hard fucking, no verbal action - but still, I had my 5th MAL load up my cunt. A second and third came and I took their loads - nothing special either. But I was happy I got 3 loads that quick and sent Vince a text message letting him know "LOAD COUNT 3". This is also what I posted on bbrt - and I changed the "7th floor" detail to my actual room number 721. So the fuckers did not even have to get back to me and ask for the room number but just show up and get going....! It felt good to know everybody out there will know soon which room is the bb cunt's room.

I check my messages again and suddenly somebody knocked on my door. It was an athletic guy, about 40 yo, jeans, leather jacket, no shirt. Looked kind of hot and nasty. As soon as I opened the door he started talking dirty to me: "So you little slut, u got three loads up your nasty cunt? I'm gonna give u more soon, bitch....." I figured out thats gotta be Vince and I was completely turned on by him being so VERBAL (my absolute favourite - VERBAL tops!). He got in and undressed. His cock looked ok, but not very big. I stated sucking him off - he kept on saying things like "Yeah u nasty bitch, get that cock hard so I can dump my toxic load up your ass". And his cock got HUGE - that it:

I got on my back, took his cock up my ass and he fucked me good and unloaded "Yeah cunt, take that pos load!" When he was finished he whispered in my ear: "You did not by far take enough loads, slut. I ll whore youre ass out now."

So, what he did was standing on the hallway just right in front of my room, approaching people and saying things like: "U want to breed that hot boy" or "You wanna fuck that ass there?". Almost everybody he talked to came in, I bend over the bed without saying a word and took every cock like the good bitch I am. Some guys were hot, but most of them were just medium looking with ok bodies. BUT I did not care at all because the whole scene turned me on so much. One guy had a beautiful cock, I had to take his picture (sorry guys, I wish I took more pix of the whole scene, but I was just too busy takin loads):

Vince was very talented in making the tops shoot their load pretty quick. He would make up stories and make the tops so horny with his talking - most of them did not fuck me longer than 5 minutes before the dumped their load. To one guy he said: "You know you are fucking one of the hottest european pornstars right?" - guy dumped immediately. Another guy he said: "This cunt has been taking 22 loads already - u feel the cum up his ass?" Well, I only took about 7 or 8 loads at that point, but it all happened in that guy's brain and he dumped his load quick as well. My favourite story was the one where Vince would tell the guys that it's my 22nd birthday and they should give me a birthday present and dump their load up my young boys cunt. The guys went CRAZY when they heard about that.....! The power of words and thaughts! And as he guys left he said "Spread the word and send your friends over - 721 is taking ever load he can get!" THANK YOU, Vince - I collected 18 loads like that within the time period of about 4 hours!!!! I never had it easier to collect cum up my ass than that afternoon....

Than I felt a little hungry, we went down to the lobby and Vince said good - bye. I had a beer and a sandwich. I had the feeling that the guys already stared at me like they would say: "Oh, we know u are the slut from the 7th floor taking loads" and I LOVED it! The whole hotel already knew that I am the biggest BB CUNT of MAL! Back to my room I was getting prepared for the gangbang that I scheduled for 9pm.......

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So there I was - 18 loads up my ass and right before a scheduled gangbang at my room. All the 29 tops were invited and had my room number, some got back to me. Finally it was 9pm (the official start of the gangfuck). And somebody knocked on the door at 9pm sharp. That sexy, muscular daddy guy from New York came in. I 've been chatting with him online a couple of times, but he never seemed interested enough to come by and fuck me. Nevertheless, he said after he has spotted my "live" in the hotel lobby the night before he wanted to breed my ass. And thats what he did... I was pretty verbal telling him "I have 18 loads up my cunt already" and "U gonna give me another load up my slutty hole?" That made him hard in a second. he fucked me for about 10 minutes and shot his load deep up my ass. He said: "Thank you, whore" and left within seconds. Oh man, how I LOVE quick pump n dump fucks - and his cock was nice, too:

So I was ready for more. And waited. And waited. Nobody showed up. NOBODY out of 29 people! This is the second time I put on a "local party" ad on bbrt - and I am sure know it doesn't work at all! I waited until 11pm, nothing....

Then I remembered I was invited to a hot "pigparty" hosted by two muscular tops I have been in contact for some months. They do these parties in dc on a regular basis only inviting sexy, athletic "pigs" aka barebackers. It took place in a hotel right accross the street from the host hotel and started at 11pm. So, I was totally ready to go there and forget the unsatisfying "gangbang". Got there, took off my cloths (kept my NASTY PIG jocks). There were already about 10 guys fucking. I got into the action right away by sitting on one sexy, athletic, italian looking jock with a huge cock. After 10 minutes I realized he is not going to dump his load in my ass anytime soon, so I decided to bend over the bed and see who will step up to fuck me and hopfully dump his load. I got fucked by 3 guys in a row, nobody bred my ass tough. A sexy versatile bald guy fucked me at one time, and I decided to get a little verbal to show everybody in the pretty small room what kind of slut I am. So I said - loud enough for everybody to hear - "U gonna give me my 20th load of the day, fucker?" Within a second all the guys attention was on me. One said: "Are u saying u got 19 loads up your ass?" One bottom said: "Fuck man, where did u spend your day?" Everybody went crazy about the thaught of my loaded ass. One bottom came over and said to the bald top who was fucking me: "Fuck my ass and I ll fuck that slut's loaded cunt and give hime his 20th load within seconds" NICE. I of course bend over, the bottom slid his cock up my ass and he got fucked by the bald guy. And he was right: Within seconds he shot his load up my ass. YES - number 20! After that I looked around and came to the conclusion that I don't see anybody at the party who will give a another load real quick, so I decided to go back to the hotel. The sexy italian guy came after me and said: "Don't leave man, I wanna fuck u again" - but I kind of felt he would fuck me forever without cuming so I left.

There was a party at a club CODE - I went there and they had a dark backroom. Very good. As I apporched that backroom I had the feeling again that everybody was looking at me and knowing I am the MAL cumdump. As I passed one guy, he actually said something like "barebacking" or "barepig" - he did not whisper it, he said it in a volume everybody else around could here. LOVED IT! Backroom - boring. Took some cock but no load and decided to leave soon (there was also securities with flashlights making sure there was no action - stupid....)

Back at the hotel, the hallways were very busy and I saw a lot of open roomdoors. I decided to change into a slut aoutfit: the hot rubber sunglet with the zipper on the ass I got yesterday at the vendor's market:

I cruised the hallways as usual and found out that a couple of rrom fruther doen the hall of my room, there was a fuckparrty going on. That 7th floor really turned out to be the "pig - floor". That room was PACKED with guys, I literally had a hard time getting inside and making my way to one of the two beds. I immediately bend over and from that point on I can't really give details about who fucked me or bred my ass. I kept leaving the party, looking for some other cock, but kept coming back. Everytime I got a load I went back to my room and made a mark on a paper making sure I won't forget the load count (I was a totally fucked up on chems by than). Like that, I took 8 more loads. I was content with the load count - which was 28 - and decided to go to bed around 4.30. Did not cum myself again, but all those cum up my ass really made me feel good....

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This was sent in by a reader who wanted me to fuck him. After telling me the story below he asked me to set up a gangbang for him, which I did and he got 5 loads... Between the time of this story (New Years Day) and the gangbang (late March), he had only gotten about 12 other loads... He's now well on his way to being a good bareback cumhole...

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For about 6 months I was chatting w/ this hot Cuban man on DudesNudes. His screen name was HorseDick (He has since deleted his profile). I could not resist. At the time when we were first chatting, I was negative. This stud was clear that he would only fuck me bareback. I put him off over and over again.

New Years Day 2008 rolled around and I was very fucking horny. I had been thinking about taking loads for some time and decided that HorseDick was going to seed and breed me with his huge load.

I made plans new years day and took the train to the Bronx. I was so nervous with excitement that I had a hard-on most of the way to his place.

When I got there - he was hotter than his pictures could ever make him. He was very beefy with smooth brown skin. He looked like Carlos from Desperate Housewives.

We said our hellos and I took my jacket off and HorseDick pushed me to my knees as he sat on the couch. With his right hand behind my head, he firmly pushed my face into his bulging crotch. I could feel his cock half hard and his balls - they were enourmous as they were. I peeled his gym pants down and starting feasting on the a huge amount of foreskin which peeled back to reveal an ever growing beer can thick cock. As I serviced his cock deep into my throat, I could feel it grow and grow until it reached over 9" long by 7" around.

Now that he was hard - he spun me around and yanked down my pants and dove face first into my fuck hole. He was hungry and chewing on my ass and losening it up with spit , tongue, and fingers. I could only moan - I knew this was hot, but when he decides to give me his cock - that is going to stretch me and take me to bliss.

He tapped his horse meat a few times against my puckered fuck hole, applied some lube and spit to it and slid it into me down to his balls in one slow and purposeful joust. Slowly he worked up to fucking me but took his time. After about 10 minutes he grabbed my hips and began to slam me into his dick and it hurt like hell at first but as he kept doing it to make sure I knew how big he was my hole opened and accepted him deeper in.

After fucking me for about 20 minutes he warned me. "Ok buddy, I am going to breed your fuck hole and you'll remember this forever"

I replied moaning "Give me your load and seed my fuck hole"

He shot. Not once but his cock pulsated deep in me and I could feel shot after shot after shot filling my deep gut. It felt amazing - almost like I was cumming.

He then kept fucking me to make sure my ass took his load deep.

When he pulled out, I could feel the cum drip out of my used fuck hole. On the way home, I could feel the load dripping down my leg. It wasn't until I got home that I pushed and realized his load was just as huge as his cock as I pushed it out into my palm. That was the first load I took and the first load I ate out of my own ass. I will surely remember it and the amazing fuck.

The only problem now is I am always hungry for a big load from a big cock in my ass!

[A reader sent this in. Said it was a true story...]

I was 21 and pretty new to the gay scene, up until this point I had only been fucked twice before. It was a warm fall evening and I was leaving work early to hang out with this gorgeous twink I had met online. He was 6'2" about 130lbs, blue eyes and bleach blond hair, I had driven over to where he lived and picked him up. We chatted a bit and got to know one another as we drove into the city were we were going to spend the evening checking out shops and getting to know one another.

We eventually found our way into a adult book store and browsed the dvds, toys and what not he did make it a point to tell me that he can only fit into magnums which I took as a very good sign, my first impression of him was that he may be a bottom. As the night grew late and the stores slowly closed up we headed back to my car and started driving back to his place. After 30 minutes or so I was pulling into his drive way he asked my to pull all to the way to the back so we could talk a little more before he went in.

I pretty much thought the night was over and that maybe I could at least kiss him before he went in. He began to to feel up his cock then pulled the buttons open on his fly and exposed his 9" uncut cock, quite impressive for an 18 y.o. boy. He said that I should take a closer look and with out delay I went down on it slowly pulling back the foreskin and licking up the precum oozing from the top. I slowly slid up and down taking my time I wanted to enjoy my first uncut cock. He then pushed my back and undid my jeans and began sucking on my engorged tool he then laid on top of me and began to kiss me and asked me if I think I could take his cock. I was unprepared for this with no lube or condoms but I wasn't about to let this opportunity go so I told him he can have me.

As I lay across the seat he lifted my legs into the air and spit onto his cock and my hole then he began pressing the head into me. It hurt like hell but I wanted more. He was about half way in then he began pushing in and out of me each stroke taking him deeper into me, I loved feeling that huge cock filling my ass. He was stroking my cock and I was going to cum any second then I felt him push deep into me, he tensed up and I wraped my legs around his body. I felt his dick pulsing as he was shoot his load deep inside of me, he was still stroking me and the thrill of having been bred by my first load pushed me over and I came hard spraying over both of our chests. He collapsed on top of me laying in my mess with his cock still deep inside of me. We stayed like that for few minuted then cleaned up and went inside. I drove home feeling that huge load inside me still sticky from my own cum.

Thank god for myspace.

After that we became good friends and I was taking his load on a regular basis, mostly up my ass he eventually let me drop a few loads in him, but I was more then satisfied being filled with that warm teen cum.

Note: This is along the lines of the post in the main blog of "How Gay Teens Become HIV+" - I found it out on the 'net, I suspect it's true, but don't know for sure...

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I don't know if this event was what got me poz, but it'd be hard to imagine it didn't.

I've been a bb slut for awhile, yet somehow had managed to keep testing neg. I can't say I was a chaser because I was still fooling myself with "Are you clean?" questions and "neg only" requests when hooking up with guys online. But the fact of the matter is I'd take about any load I could get, and practically never asked anyone to put on a condom. I craved getting cum inside me and was constantly desperate for it, cruising hookup sites and bb sites finding the next hot cock to dump some cum in to me.

Like I said, though, I kept testing neg and had even convinced myself that i must have had some kind of special trait that'd keep me that way despite what a slut I was.

And it wasn't hard for me to be a slut. I was 21, goodlooking, masculine, and popular. If I went to a party or out to a club, I'd be able to point out at least a dozen guys I'd fucked - all 18-23 and hot themselves - and chances are each of them had shot his load in me. No one ever brought up condoms. I think young guys like me just figured we were all neg together and had nothing to worry about. On a weekly basis I'd probably take 4-5 loads because I not only had a cell fone address book packed with hot young guys that'd come over at a moments notice to fuck, but also would be able to find total strangers and new tricks online within a few minutes of logging in to whatever site I chose to be a slut on that day. I don't say this to sound stuckup, and stared at this paragraph for awhile thinking that it really does make me sound like an ass. That's not what I want to do, but I'm just trying to put things in perspective to put the whole story in context. I find every manner of guy hot, and it's really attitude that matters to me most, especially when it comes to taking a load. But I guess I just ended up being born with a look that a lot of guys want and go for.

I should point out, I am vers. And because I'm so "straight acting" most guys thought I was a total top (haha). If it was an 18 to 23yo I had over that night, I'd likely end fucking them for sure. Those twinks always wanted my thick dick deep up inside them. And, again, they never asked about condoms. But what a lot of these guys didn't know was that, despite my "total top" exterior and demeanor and the fact that I truly did love fucking the hell out of them and pumping my load inside them, I also craved cock in my hole on a constant basis. And whereas I was pretty strict about only fucking hot young guys, I didn't discriminate at all about who I took loads from because it was the load, alone, that mattered to me. Older, young, fat, skinny, black, white, hairy, smooth - if I was in the mood for a load, I'd take it from them all.

I'd gone on a trip and whenever I was in a new town, I always took advantage of all the fresh meat (to me, at least) around that offered up good prospects. In this particular town, I had no problem finding it at all. My first night there, I met a 21yo online with a huge cock that came over to my hotel room. He kept telling me how much he wanted me to fuck him, but I told him I was having one of my "rare bottoming urges" (hehehe) and he fell for it. We went in to the big standup shower in the room, where this tall, lanky, young blond with at least 9 thick inches proceeded to eat out my ass and then, with just his spit and the shower water as lube, slid his cock in and fucked me silly. God how I loved big twink dick.

What I love just as much as cock in me is seeing the look on the face of a hot young guy as he slides his dick in to me with no lube (how I prefer it). They're always so blown away and turned on by the fact that I'm taking it so easy. I'm tight, mind you, but with an incredible pain threshhold so more than happy to get through those first few minutes of searing pain knowing there's a ton of cum waiting for me. So many guys my age are so repressed sexually that it's hot as hell seeing how they react when something happens that blows them away, yet that they've secretly always wanted or can't help but be turned on by. Raw, lube-less fucking is one of those things. Seeing a masculine, fratboy type taking their bare cock up their hole is one of those things. Having that fratboy also fuck them raw is one of those things as well.

This young hottie didn't last long, as I stood there under the cascading shower water, leaning slightly forward, ass pushed back with his dick deep up in it.

"I'm gonna cum" he said. I think that's the universal, "closet barebacker's" code to see whether you want them to pull out or keep going. They feel like they have to let you know they're going to shoot, and often freeze up and slow down expecting you to pull off their dick or push them away so that they don't shoot inside you. That's not how I am, though. I reached back with both arms, grabbed his hips, and pulled him to me tighter. That's all he needed to thrust as deep as he could go and shoot his load up in me.

He had a blast, I had a blast, and I sure as hell hope that hottie couldn't help but realize just how fucking hot bb sex is and never looked back.

The next night was much of the same, except with two young hotties (not at the same time, though). The first was a 19yo who was also visiting town and came over from his hotel. I dumped a load deep up in him as I fucked him silly on the bed. He shot his wad while I fucked him, though, so I found another young guy later that night to top me. The second guy was 19 as well, and had this nerdy look to him that I love. Tall, glasses, skinny (though not the huge cock you hope to find on a tall, skinny guy. A nice 7 inches nonetheless, though). He pulled another one of those routines that I suspect is like a subtle hint at whether or not we'll end up barebacking.

"Got lube and stuff?" he asked in the instant message before heading over. "And stuff". hehe. Hinting at condoms, but purposefully not saying the word.

"Lube, yeah." I said.

"Ok cool." he responded, and that was that.

Once at my hotel, we sat around and talked for awhile before he couldn't hold back any longer and got between my knees, undid my jeans, and swallowed my cock.

We made our way to the bed, where I put him on his back, got on top of him, and rubbed our cocks together while we kissed. Eventually his dick founds its way between my asscheeks, but not yet inside my hole. I moved my ass up and down on his cock and eventually his head was poking at my hole.

"Got the stuff?" he asked.

A bit hesitantly, but trying to hide the disappointment, I reached in to the nightstand where I'd put the lube and condoms earlier (yes, I had some... just for the hell of it... and they help to disarm someone and make them think you're as clean and proper as can be hehe) and set them on the bed next to him, then kept rubbing his cock with my ass cheeks. He reached over and grabbed the lube, putting some on to his cock. Notice... he didn't grab the condoms.

Thinking I was going to get his raw dick in me, we ended up making out some more instead. He kept poking his cock at my hole, but never quite pushing it in. Most of the lube had dried up by now, but he had a ton of precum in its place. Still poking, still no condoms. He secretly wanted to fuck me raw, I knew it. But he didn't want to say so or try anything he thought would scare me away. I also didn't want to be too forward, enjoying the little game we were playing and enjoying knowing that he was lusting after some raw ass yet afraid to come out and say it.

Eventually, though, he kept getting just the tip of his dick in to my hole and I would only moan and whimper in pleasure instead of stopping him to put on a rubber. That's what he needed to proceed, and the next time the tip got in, he thrust up and I thrust down and he was deep inside me, bare all the way.

With our little "Does this guy want it bb!?" game over and the answer obvious, the fucking could really begin. I rode him like silly and all he could do was lay back, mouth hanging open, eyes wide open, panting heavily while his dick slid in and out of me. He lasted a little longer than the other guys, which was fine by me. Eventually, though, he pulled the usual "I'm close!" and instead of pulling off, I pushed down even harder and started riding him even faster.

"Where do I cum?!" he asked.

"Where do you want to?" I said back.

He didn't answer with words, but instead bucked his hips up and let out a howl as he shot in me.

Another young stud's seed in my hole! We promised to keep in touch (which we did) and he went on his way.

With his load in me, I got back on the computer feeling extra slutty and wondering if I could get any more. The thought of inviting a neverending train of guys over to seed me throughout the night and in to the morning hours was incredibly appealing, but I was so fired up that I wanted even more. I searched around online to find the bathhouse each big city inevitably has, and found out there was one not far from my hotel.

It was about 11pm on a Saturday night, so part of me wondered whether I should even bother. I prefer getting a room (as opposed to just lockers) at these places, and I suspected they'd all be taken by this time. I was too horny and cumhungry to change my mind, though, and so got dressed and headed out - one young hotties load still in my hole and ready for more.

There was no denying what I was in for. The reason I love bathhouses so much was because of all the anonymous, public sex you could get in to. Sure, it's always fun going to a bathhouse and finding some other hot young guys to hook up with in either their room or yours. But what's even more fun is finding a dark corner (or a maze or orgy room, if the place has it) and having sex where others could watch and even join in.

I wanted even more than that this time, though. I wanted to not only be seen, but be remembered. Be seen as a total slut and just blow people away. I wanted to suck every cock put in front of me and get fucked by any guy who wanted to fuck me - all in a public area of the bathhouse.

From what I read about this particular place online, it was perfect for that. There was a dark room in it with a "cocksuckers pit", where you would enter and either go to the lower part to suck cock or the upper part to get sucked. The guys in the upper part were standing on an elevated floor so there cocks were at face level to anyone in the lower part, with just a narrow opening to stick their dicks thru. Perfect! Anonymous and naughty!

Once I got to the bathhouse and entered the door, the guy behind the window looked way too happy to see me. He was actually a hot guy, about 30 or so, and smiled the whole time he took my ID and money to let me in. Thankfully, they did have a couple rooms available but by the looks of the parking lot this place would still be packed. Hopefully everyone inside was cruising and playing, as opposed to hiding away in their rooms being antisocial and getting high (happens way too much at these places). I don't do any drugs and am just naturally a slut

As soon as I got to my room adn got in to my towel, I headed out to find the room with the suck pit. While looking around, I was getting cruised pretty heavy. I got groped a few times, a couple guys tried to motion me in to their rooms, but I wasn't looking for any private fun. The pit room was what I wanted and so that's all I cared about. A few of these guys started to follow me as I made my way around and finally found the room. You could tell they were excited when I went inside it, as they were able to tell I was willing to play and not be shy about it at all.

I went to the upper level because I figured letting some stranger suck my cock for a bit would be a good clue to everyone else that I was horny and ready. It didn't take long, once I was up there, to see some eager faces through the narrow opening below following my every move and waiting to see what I'd do.

Like I said, I was ready, and so got up to the partition, opened up the front of my towel, and stuck my hard dick thru. In a second, a wet mouth had swallowed it and started furiously sucking. In no more than a few seconds after that, two guys had come up behind me to watch and feel me up.

That didn't take long! Already I had a mouth on my cock and two guys feeling me up. I liked this place already! In fact, it was all insanely fast paced from that point on.

One of the guys feeling me up took my towel off and tossed it in a corner somewhere. Now, I was totally naked. In the dim light, the guys could see that I was young, and I think they really got fired up by that. I suspect these were also a couple of the guys that had followed me from the better-lit halls, so they already had a good idea of what I looked like.

I was in heaven, being totally felt up and molested like this. The creaking stairs leading to the upper level let me know whenever a new guy arrived, as did the heavy breathing. It wasn't long before I had hands all over me, including at least a couple feeling up my ass. Soon, I also felt one of these guys running his fingers along my hole.

My face was still pressed to the wall in front of me, my cock being sucked by some anonymous stranger in the pit below me. I couldn't see who was behind me, and had no idea what any of them looked like. All I knew was that I was going to let them do anything and everything they wanted to do to me.

Fuck me is what one of them obviously wanted, he got behind me and started rubbing his dick against my hole. I pushed my ass back a bit, giving him teh green light. At first, the guy sucking my cock below me (not sure if it was the same guy that started or a different one by now) seemed disappointed by this, as it caused me to pull my dick away from him a bit. But once he realized he had a front row seat to an impending raw fuck, he reached both arms thru the opening, grabbed my ass cheeks, and spread them. Alternating between rubbing his cock against my hole and fingering my ass now, the stranger behind be leaned forward to whisper in to my ear.

"Is that a load inside you already?" he asked, noticing the cum from the young hottie that had fucked me earlier that night.

"Yeah" I said.

"Fuck yeah, boy" he responded.

With that, he knew he had a young guy ready and willing to take it raw and take a load. That was his cue, and he pushed his bare dick up my hole and made me yelp.

I was loving this... though I couldn't see any of them and was purposefully looking straight ahead at the black wall in front of me, I could tell there were likely 5-6 guys around me (on the upper level), each one now fully aware I'd not only taken a load earlier that night but now had a raw dick in me right now. With random hands feeling me up all over and occasionally one of them feeling around my hole and the top's cock to confirm I was taking it bare, I was getting fucked good by this stranger.

I was in a haze now, not high but just totally horny and wanting everything these guys had to offer. This dude was fucking me good, and though he didn't announce it beforehand his quickened pace and thrusts, as well as gasps and groans, let everyone know he'd just shot his load in me.

He pulled out, and his dick was immediately replaced by a couple fingers feeling for the cum that was inside me. Soon, the fingers were replaced by another cock as a different, total stranger got behind me and slid his dick in.

Standing up, with two loads in me and a 3rd cock fucking me, the cum started to leak out of my hole and I'd occasionally feel guys running their fingers and hands around my inner thighs to feel the cum as it leaked out. It was like they were driven in to a frenzy by this, seeing that such a young guy was taking it raw in the midst of them.

The cocks just kept coming, and guys just kept pumping me full. I seriously have no idea how many guys ended up fucking me, and I also have no idea what any of them looked like. I made it a point to keep facing forward, eyes closed, ass out, inviting anyone and everyone to use my hole. All throughout, guys would finger my ass after a last spent cock was pulled out. They were blown away by the noises all that cum oozing out of my ass was making.

I kept hearing new guys coming up the stairs and the whispers of everyone around me.

"Is he taking it raw?"

"How many loads has he taken?!"

"Is he high?"

"Have you fucked him yet?"

"Can anyone fuck him?"

I wasn't saying a word, and really no one was even talking to me. It was all too hot - hearing them all talk about me like that, but not talking to me. They were all gathered around using me as a piece of meat and that's just how I wanted it.

Soon, though, a guy did speak to me. He sounded latin, and despite the fact that I'd gotten fucked by countless cocks before him, when he rammed his in to me I thought I was going to pass out. This guy was huge, and I was not ready for it! I couldn't believe that despite having a hole soaking wet full of cum and having taken a whole bunch of dicks before his, it felt like he was splitting me apart. In most other circumstances, I would have told him to take it easy. In fact, I think he was all too used to having guys tell him to take it easy. He just figured that since I'd proven myself such a slut, he'd finally found a young guy that'd eagerly take that huge cock of his without complaining.

I didn't want to disappoint my audience, though, and so didn't complain. I just took it. I moaned, I whimpered, I groaned, and I panted. I practically yelled out with each powerful thrust of his. But I made it a point to make my noises sound pleasureable instead of painful, and that drove him on to fuck the living hell out of me. I'd been pretty quiet before this guy, but I couldn't help be the loudest bottom you've ever heard as he slammed me hard. When he'd pull out, it felt like my whole body was being emptied. When he pushed in, it just never stopped. He was hitting parts of me I'd never had hit before, and my knees were going weak and I almost couldn't take it anymore.

I'm not going to lie... this guy was tearing me up. I really was considering begging him to stop. It got to the point where it was honestly not feeling good anymore. His cock was too much, and he was being way too brutal with it. The only thing that kept me going was knowing there were so many guys standing around watching, and knowing how turned on they must all be by the spectacle. I was fighting to take it, but barely hanging on.

"You slut!" this big-dicked latin stud said.

He started going off with the dirty talk.

"You like all these loads, boy?" "You love cock, don't you?" All I'd do was moan my responses, not having said an actual word since I'd entered the bathhouse.

"Want my cum?" he asked.

I moaned an affirmative, but that wasn't enough for him.

"Answer me! Tell me you want it." he demanded.

That brought dirty talk out of a bunch of the other strangers around me.

"Beg for his load, boy" "Tell him you want it" "Beg!!" I kept hearing.

"Give it to me! I need it!" I finally yelled out between gasps.

"Yeah?! You do?!" he shot back.

"Yes! Cum in me! Please!" I wailed.

"You want me to breed you?!"

"Yes, I do!"

"Badly?!"

"Yes, please!!"

"I'm going to breed you and be with you forever!" he said back.

I didn't realize what that might have meant at the time, and am not even sure today if he was really saying what I now suspect he might have been. All I do know is that I said "DO IT!" back to him, and with a massive moan this horsehung latin stud slammed his dick in to me as deep as it would go, practically tearing me apart, and fired out a huge load.

I could feel it pumping in to me. I know that's a stereotypical thing to say, but I really could. I could feel his cock pulsing, and it drove me wild.

He kept shooting and shooting, his body convulsing behind me. He had his arms wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back. Thank goodness he did, too, because it was about all that was keeping me on my feet.

Eventually, he pulled out.

"Good boy" he said, and he left.

I was royally fucked and used, and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore. I was certain that guy had ripped my ass, and my legs were starting to cramp up. My hole was sloppy, and nothing was stopping all the cum from oozing out of me. But even if I wanted to go, I couldn't. Another guy had already taken the latin's place, and I was already getting fucked yet again.

Eventually, I wasn't standing up against the wall anymore. I'd slid down to the floor and was lying on my stomach, ass up. I just couldn't stand anymore, but no one seemed to care. Guys would get get on top of me and start fucking me. Most came, though some only wanted to use my hole for awhile before moving on and seeing who else they could play with.

Still hearing guys around me talk about me, their words kept me going. As exhausted as I was, I felt like I owed it to everyone to stay around and was feeling so slutty I didn't want to leave.

"Goddamn, he's still here?!"

"I think everyone in the place has fucked him."

"Look at all that cum."

"Can I fuck him next?"

"This is the boy I told you about!"

I either looked hot as hell on that floor - a young guy, totally used, cum all over my hole - or I just looked totally trashy haha. Who knows. Either way, guys kept coming in to fuck me.

At some point, I could tell that a few of the guys around me had black tshirts and jeans on instead of just the white towels everyone else was in. I suspect these guys both worked at the place, as I'd noticed the staff all were wearing black tshirts and jeans. They all fucked me too, and I felt pretty proud of myself that the staff were leaving their posts or putting their work on hold to take a turn at my cumfilled ass.

I could also tell some guys had taken pics of it all. The clicks and flashes of their camera phones made that obvious, but who knows if any of those pics turned out given how dark it was and how crappy cell fone cams can be.

Again, I have no idea how many guys fucked me. I have no idea how many loads I took. A random guess? 30-40, but there's no real way to know. I didn't count, and it was impossible to tell who shot in me and who didn't and who came back for seconds or more.

Likewise, I never really got a good look at any of them. I could tell some were skinny, I could tell some were old. I could tell some were hairy and others smooth. Some were old, for sure, and a few even seemed young. All races. All cocksizes. Some pierced, some not.

I would have stayed there on that floor, or even gotten up against the wall again like I originally had been, but after awhile the new cocks stopped cumming as I suspect I'd gotten fucked by everyone there who wanted a piece. By now, just a few guys were still hovering around me, playing with my hole and talking to eachother about what I'd done. They even tried talking to me some, but I wasn't really being responsive. I didn't want to speak. I just wanted to be this moaning, vacant slut.

I stayed there a little longer, thinking about whether I should get up and look for my towel but waited a bit because I didn't want to look around and catch a glimpse of any of the guys around me. I was loving the anonymity of it all, and wanted to keep it that way.

After a bit, the guys started to venture off and I figured it was safe to pick myself up and move around. I spotted a couple towels on teh floor in the corner, and grabbed one. Like me, it was soaked in cum. Not wrapping it around me, I just held it in my hand and made my way back to my room. The stares I got as I walked through the hall were priceless. I felt like a celebrity, and since the halls were more brightly lit than the pit room I could actually see the guys around me and couldn't help but wonder which ones had dumped a load in me or watched it all or what.

I got back to my room, closed the door, and wondered what to do next. Head back out for more? Cruise the halls? Jerk off? I decided I'd just head back to my hotel, with all those countless loads in me. I didn't even shower or anything, and just got dressed and left. The guy working at the front flashed me a huge smile as I walked passed him on the way out and said "Hope you had fun!"

"I did!", I said back.

Being as insatiably horny as I am, and still not having cum yet, I got online again as soon as I got back to my hotel room. By now it was about 5am. I found some college guy who was looking to get fucked, and invited him over. I fucked him that morning, and shot what must have been a seriously massive load deep up inside him. Again, no condoms. Not even a request for them or slightest mention of him.

I wonder what he would have thought if he knew I'd taken dozens of loads in the hours leading up to shooting my own in him.

About 2 months after this experience, back in my home town, I went to get tested. I tested positive.

Funny enough, I was kind of surprised. Despite what I'd done that night, I still wasn't expecting a poz result because I'd managed to avoid one through all the bbing I'd done before. I'm actually more surpised I didn't get anything else that night - not a single other STD but HIV.

In truth, who knows if that night was really what did it. It could have been some innocent looking, 18yo twink that did it. It could have been any of the random tricks I'd had, one-on-one or in small groups, apart from that bathhouse night. It could have been any of the guys I hooked up with while in that town or any of the others I've been to. Who knows. All I know is that I'm poz now, and not minding it one bit.

I still fuck. I still get fucked. I still give loads and take loads. I still hook up with tons of young hotties, and still take loads from any and all manner of other kinds of guys.

I've gotten fucked and taken loads through gloryholes, been to other bathhouses, been to wild parties and orgies, and most anything else you can imagine. And everytime I go to a club, I still spot tons of other guys I've been with.

Some of them are likely poz now too. Some of them were likely poz before I was.

Either way, there's not a raw load out there that I'll turn down, and I've also yet to find a hottie that won't take my own load.

I was just 19 last summer, fresh out of high school and working at the car wash on the main road off I-10. It was a little town in southeast Texas, and I didn't get a lot of sex. I'm cute, though. I work out 5 times a week and have a great, tanned body.

One day in July I was washing a truck when this car with California plates pulled in. It wasn't anything special, but the guy who was driving it was sexy as fuck. I dropped my sponge and bent over to pick it up, and when I stood back up I caught him checking me out. "Fuck yeah!" I thought.

I finished the truck and went to work on the car. I talked to the guy a little and found out he was driving from LA to Miami. He was taller than me, with blond hair and blue eyes and a great tan. He was maybe 25 or 26. He had a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and a little goatee under his chin.

As I worked on his car, he kept talking about how hot it was. I agreed it was and took off my shirt. I kept washing his car, and he smoked. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette and I said I couldn't while I was working. He asked if anyone else was here. I said I was working alone that day.

"Then come around the back where no one can see and have one. No one will know."

I put up the "out to lunch" sign, picked up my shirt and walked with him around the back of the car wash. In the back there was a bunch of trees and an old junkyard, and a tiny stone shed with a metal door. We stood by that and he held out his Marlboros. I took one and he offered me a light. I inhaled and felt my lungs fill up. I held it in for a minute, and looked him in the eyes.

"Damn, that feels good," I said. I didn't smoke often, but I loved it when I did.

"Nothing like a good smoke," he said, taking a drag. I watched his red lips close around the cigarette. They were firm and beautiful. The end of it turned bright orange, and then he breathed out, in my direction.

We stood like that, smoking and talking about his trip, for a good five minutes.

As he finished his cigarette and threw it away, he looked at the stone shed.

"What's in there?" he asked.

"Just sponges and hoses and shit," I exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him.

"You should show me," he suggested. I looked down at my half-finished cigarette and he laughed.

"I don't like to waste 'em either," he said. He took it from my hand and took a deep drag. He held it and passed it back to me.

Fuck, I was getting hard. My cock had inched down my thigh and was straining against my jeans.

I inhaled and handed the cigarette back to him. Another deep, deep drag. It was just a butt now. He held the smoke and threw the cigarette away. He leaned in close and kissed me, blowing the smoke into my mouth. I coughed, and he kind of laughed as his tongue found my lips and pushed them apart.

He probed in and out, and I was in his control. He pushed me against the door of the shed and went to town on my face. His stubble was rough on my skin and I liked it. He tasted like salt and smoke.

I fumbled with the door and pulled him into the stone shed.

"Fuck yeah," he said.

Inside the shed, he pushed me down onto a big pile of sponges and we continued making out. He touched my chest and licked my nipples. Then he pulled off his own shirt and undid his belt. I helped him push his pants off. He didn't wear underwear.

"Hot," I said. His dick was hard, long and thick. It was maybe 8 inches, cut and glistening with precum. He pulled my jeans off and pushed me down again.

Our bodies were grinding against each other, heat and sweat and muscle all together. His dick touched my hole, and I liked it. He reached into his jeans pocket beside him and pulled out a little bottle. There was a little pop and he pushed it under my nose. It smelled AWFUL but I felt a warm wave wash over me.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Poppers," he replied. "Totally safe." He pushed it under my nose again and I took a deep breath to see if it would make the warmth more intense.

My head spun a little and my ass felt amazing. "Oh, hell yeah," I said. He spit in his hand and pushed his cock against my hole. It felt great. I pushed my ass against him a little and helped him ease the head in.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Tight!" He gave me some more poppers and I pushed back against him in one thrust, taking the cock all the way down to the pubes. He gasped. "Fuck, dude!" he said.

Soon, he began fucking back and forth. I met him, stroke for stroke. I fondled his balls, touched his chest, kissed his gorgeous face. I had jerked off to bareback porn before, but I had never taken a raw dick up my ass before. I was more turned on than I ever had been.

"Fuck yeah, man!" I said. "Bareback me!"

That really got him going. He held my legs up over my head and pounded me so hard that all I could do was grunt from the force.

"Fuck yeah!" he said. "Take this fuckin cock!"

"Yeah, give it to me!" I yelled. "Give it to me raw, man!"

"Yeah!" he shouted. "You want this fuckin load, stud? Huh? You want my FUCKIN LOAD?!"

"FUCK YEAH!" I shouted. "Fuckin' SPERM my ass, man!"

"OH, yeah!" he yelled. His face contorted and he rammed it in hard. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!"

"Oh, yeah!" I urged him on. "Cum in me! Cum in me!"

He collapsed on top of me, and his abs pressed against my cock, which spasmed a load out between us, splattering against both of us. "Unh! Yeah!" His dick was still pressed against prostate, and I shot hard.

After a long time, he pulled out. There was a little blood on his cock, but I didn't care. I got a little towel and put it against my hole when I put my underwear back on.

"Keep that load in there for me, stud!" he said.

We got dressed, he kissed me again and gave me his email address.

He got in his car and looked out the window. I had one last view of those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Don't forget me, stud!" he said, and drove away.

Let's just say there's no way I could forget that fuck. It was the fuck of my life.

[This story was submitted by a reader.]

Hey I'm James - Jamie - I live in Belfast, Northern Ireland. I'm 18 and I love to be fucked bareback, all cummers are welcome - but I especially love to be fuck by... Hot, hairy, older guys - who are packin' some heat down below. I'm talkin' 6" plus with big low hanging balls, if you don't measure up I have no use for you. So here's a little background information. I'm 18, which you already know, and am 5' exactly with a really cute face, blue eyes and occasionally brown hair - I like to experiment with dyes, highlights, hairstyles and even the skinhead look - once. My height and face can be a curse, because I often get mistaken for a 12 year old. Thankfully my body and my cock tell a different story, I took up Tae Kwon Doe and Akido when I was about 6. About 2 years ago I was a junior champion, for Northern Ireland and I'm a star athlete - on my school's track team. All that plus 10 hours a week jogging and going to the gym, well the results speak for themselves. I have a smooth well-defined torso, muscular arms and legs, and a sweet little bubble-butt. I also have a thick 7" cock, which occasionally finds it's way into a willing hole, to lodge some direct deposits of it's own.

The way I see it is... You gotta give the people what they want!

The day after my 18th birthday, my Tae Kwon Doe sensei fucked me. It was my first time with a really hung older guy - he was 35 with dark hair and a hairy chest. He was in insanely good shape, muscular and sinewy, too HOT! He also had a beer-can thick, bone-hard 7" cock, I squealed when it slid up my ass for the first time, tears streamed down my face and I gasped for air. I begged and pleaded for him to stop, the pain was unbearable, I was sure he was gonna split me in two. But he gently kissed my neck, speaking softly to me. Telling me to relax and breathe, so I listened to him, I willed my body to relax, as I fought to control my breathing the pain evaporated and with it went the certainty, that I was going to be split in two. All that remained was the incredible feeling of being full of cock, I was hooked at that point, even before feeling the pleasure of having a cock see-sawing in and out of my hole. Working towards it's final goal. Anyway he fucked me real good, not that that I had any point of reference. He shot his load inside me, did I mentioned that he fucked me bareback, I came too. I knew I'd be wanting more after that. But that's not the story I want to tell.

A couple of months ago I was in the park jogging, I was looking good in a really tight muscle-top and really small loose-fitting running shorts, no underwear - no jockstrap. I never wear a jockstrap when I'm jogging, it real turns me on to think some hot guy is watching my cock, bounce around underneath my shorts. After a while I got bored, it sometimes happens when I jog and I'm always horny. So I went to the toilets, to check out the action. We call it "Cottaging" over here. Anyway, I stood at the urinal for a couple of minutes, dick in hand. Then this HOT older guy comes in and has a slash, I glance over at him. His cock is huge, it looks like a salami or something, it must be 8" long and it's not even hard. Then I recognize him, he was in the park playing with his kids. He catches me, checking out his meat, and steps back from the urinal, he starts working on his cock - with a smug bastard grin on his face. I watch his cock grow, it must be a 11" and I want it in me - it might be irritating, but the bastard is entitiled to that grin. I walk over to where he's standing, just as I'm about to take his cock in my hand... A voice outside says, "Daddy, what's keeping you - I wanna play catch". It's the voice of his little girl and with that he leaves.

Not fun at all, just the sight of that cock - the lingering image of it, in my mind - has made me even more horny. I decide my ass is gonna swallow the next cock I see - I don't care how ugly, old, fat or generally mutated the owner might be, the next hard 6' plus cock I see is mine. Another guy comes in, he's about my age - he's not suitable. He faces slightly away from me, while he pisses, obscuring my view of his cock - the guy is clearly in denial, that's no good. He leaves. Then another guy comes in, he's a big guy. About 6', he has broad shoulders and huge arms, he was in great shape at one point - now he has a gut and is showing signs of middle-aged spread. He's a skinhead, wearing sports shorts and a T-shirt, he has a knee support on one of his well muscled tree-trunk legs and he's not even good-looking. His features are sharp and heavy, his nose broken several times before - he also has a bad case of cauliflower ear. I decide he plays for the Sunday league Rugby team - I turned out to be right, but that's not important. Anyway I want this guy bad, but I don't know why. Even if I hadn't made the decision to ride the next cock I see, no matter who's on the other end of it - I would have wanted this guy. He just had an aura - that said I'll fuck you and you'll be happy, really, really happy.

So, he comes over to the urinal and has a piss. I don't look over at him, no furtive glances, nothing. This guy is huge, he could be a gay basher, and I'm not sure I could take him on - even with my martial arts training. I few minutes pass and I think I should put my cock back in my shorts and go - I can come back later. But against my better judgment, I finally risk at glance at him - to my delight, he has a hard-on, it's ribbed with veins, uncut, 8" and tree-trunk thick - just like his legs. His cock is clearly on the menu, so I go for it - I hunker down in front of him, take his meat in my mouth and start to suck. Usually I can deep-throat an 8" cock, no problem - but his cock is so thick that deep-throat is impossible. After a couple minutes, he says "We can go back to my place it's about 5 minutes drive from here, I have a car". We both leave, since we're both wearing athletic gear it doesn't look too weird. We get to the car park and he says "It's the black Mini-van, oh, I have a couple of team-mates with me - I was running them home, hope you don't mind". Now I'm nervous, I say "Well go on ahead, I'll go for a jog and you can get me when your done". He says "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye you. The lads won't bother you, I'm Patrick, by the way". Still unsure I get into the front passenger seat, hoping I'm quick to escape if I need too.

The 5 remaining seats of the Mini-van are all occupied by guys in shorts and T-shirts. Patrick sensing my discomfort introduced every one. Aiden, a good-looking blonde, about 5 years older than me - with a great body, no obvious Rugby injuries and good-sized bulge in his shorts. Noel, about 45, with a bit of gut and signs of middle-aged spread - glasses and ginger hair, which suited me fine. I have this theory, that ginger guys are always well-hung. Some of the biggest cocks I've ever seen/had belonged to ginger guys. Dylan, about 30 - looks Italian; dark-hair, olive skin, designer stubble and a decent body. Not as toned as Aiden or myself, but still in good shape - couldn't see his bulge as he was carrying a Rugby ball on his crotch. Marcin - Polish, about 30, skinhead, sharp facial features and a broken nose - spoke very good English, also not as toned as Aiden or Myself, but still in good shape. Every time I looked at Marcin, he rubbed his crotch insistently. Then there was Robert, a Red Hot, Silver-Fox, about 50 - his body was so good, he put Aiden and myself to shame - everything toned to perfection and not an ounce of fat anywhere. I lowered my eyes to Robert's crotch and saw a long, thick uncut cock poking through the leg of his shorts, still soft. If I hadn't already wanted him - that cock would have changed my mind. Satisfied that everything was on the up, I finally said "Hi, I'm Jamie".

As we set off, I said a silent prayer to the gods of sex. "Please, don't let anyone say 'we need condoms', please".

When we got to Patrick's Place, T-shirts and shorts came off in record time. Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan, Marcin and Robert all stood around me - with their cocks on display. I was in heaven, as I sucked each cock in turn - I devoured Patrick's big, veiny, uncut cock - it was still impossible to deep-throat. Aiden's cock was about 8" long and uncut as well, it wasn't as thick as Patrick's - so I could deep-throat it. Noel, lived up to my theory. His cock was about 9" long, uncut and thick enough to make deep-throat difficult, but not impossible. Dylan's cock was about 7" long, thick, uncut and ribbed with veins, he also had a huge PA, 10mm - I could deep-throat it, but it was awkward. His balls were huge and hanging really low, it looked like he hadn't cum in a month. Next up was Marcin, he had the smallest cock - it was thick as a beer-can, cut and generously veined. While it was great to look at, it was only about 5" long - still I could deep-throat it and decided it could still be fun. Finally there was Robert, soft his cock was 8" and it took a lot of work to get him hard - but it was absolutely worth it, when hard it grew to 11". It wasn't very veiny, but it was very long, very thick and uncut. Below it was a very low hanging nutsack, swinging under the weight of 2 pool ball sized nuts. It was also impossible to deep-throat - but Robert grabbed the back of my head and shoved every inch of his cock down my throat, almost. I choked and gagged as the head of Robert's cock when past my tonsils - there was still about an inch and a half that I couldn't manage.

While I was sucking Robert's cock, Patrick had gone to get some supplies. He returned with poppers and lube - I didn't notice any condoms, but I never really got a chance to absorb my surroundings. Patrick held the poppers up to my nose, I took a couple of deep breaths, then I felt the cold lube on my cumhole. Someone was finger-fucking lube into my hole, very slowly, first 1 finger, then 2, then 3, now I was on all-fours. I heard Marcin say he was gonna fuck me, then I felt a sharp pain - it subsided quickly and then I was full of cock. I reached behind me and gripped the base of Marcin's cock, saying it hurt and to give me a second. Slid forwards off Marcin's cock and slid my hand up and down the full length of his cock shaft, feeling for a condom. All I could feel was skin, so I gripped Marcin's cock at the base again and slid it back into my ass. Marcin fucked me for about 10 minutes, I took a few more hits of poppers and Patrick, Aiden, Noel, Dylan and Robert took turns at fucking my mouth. Marcin continued to fuck me for a few more minutes, then his strokes got shallower and quickened, his breathing matching his strokes exactly. Suddenly several loud groans escaped his lips, I could feel his cock pulsing and twitching in my hole as he came.

I took a couple more hits of poppers and felt Aiden slid his cock into my cum soaked hole, still on all-fours I reached around and gripped the base of Aiden's cock - intending to check for a condom, the same way I had when Marcin was fucking me. Before I even slid off his cock Aiden said "Don't worry, I'm not wearing a condom. I wanna feel your ass on my cock, just as god intended". Aiden fucked me harder than Marcin, so a couple more hits of popper were essential. Aiden's strokes were brutal, he pounded my ass deep and hard. It hurt, but I still wanted it - but he couldn't maintain his pace forever. He gripped my hips, holding me place - he thrust into me hard one last time and groaned loudly, as he bust a nut, shooting jizz deep into my guts. Noel assumed the position behind me, he took my hand and put it on his cock - he allowed me to guide him into my ass, so I could feel the flesh of his cock. Again I was filled with raw cock, Noel's strokes started off gentle - but after a few minutes he found a quicker pace and settled with it. Dylan held the poppers to my nose, I took a couple deep breaths. Then Robert slid his giant cock into my mouth again, putting his hands on the back of my head - he forced his cock down my throat. Noel grunted "I'm gonna cum", the muscle spasms when I started to choked on Robert's cock - finished Noel off and slimed my guts, with his hot spunk.

Watching all this got Marcin hard again, so he shoved his cock back up my hole and fucked me again. Marcin's second fuck was more brutal and ended quicker. He grunted and groaned as he added another load to my hole. I loaded up on poppers, when Dylan knelt behind me. Dylan didn't take his PA out - I felt the cold steel of his PA on my pucker and knew he wasn't wearing a condom either. A couple more hits of poppers and Dylan's huge PA stretched my hole, it hurt like hell - but another hit of poppers would cure that. Once Dylan had his PA inside me, it was easy to get his cock into me. More poppers, but not just for me - Dylan took a couple of hits, then pushed his cock into me right to the balls. I felt his cum heavy nutsack slap against my legs and knew he would shoot his load into me like everyone else had done. It was a very weird sensation, being fucked by Dylan - I'd never been fucked by someone with a PA before, it required a few more hits of poppers and I had a metallic taste in my mouth, the whole time Dylan fucked me. While Dylan fucked my ass Patrick and Robert took turns at fucking my face. Then it was happening all over again, Dylan stopped stroking and shoved his cock into my pussy, right to the hilt. He groaned loudly and gripped my hips, to keep me from pulling off his cock - as he emptied his low hanging nutsack into me. He held me down on his cock for 5 minutes, as he fired the biggest load of the day into my tight little hole. When he pulled out his PA stretched my hole again, this time it felt great - Dylan's PA was coated with spunk from all the loads in my ass, so he stuck his cock in my mouth and had me clean it.

Patrick grabbed a cushion off the settee and told me to lie on my back, then he put the cushion under my ass. I watched as his big veiny, uncut cock slid into ass. I love getting to see a big bareback cock disappearing into my hole, and this was no exception - I also love to see a guy's face when he cums in my ass. I'd been wanting this since I first saw Patrick in the park toilets, I would have let him fuck me right at the urinal. Patrick slammed his cock into me, he was brutal and it hurt - even though I was loaded up on poppers and my hole was a sloppy, cummy mess. He was relentless - must have fucked me hard for 15 minutes. The cum in my hole turned into a frothy mess that coated his dick and leaked out of my ass... I was in heaven... When he finally came he had this exquisite look on his face and he practically bellowed...

Afterwards, laying in bed I was feeling my abused cummy hole and knew that was an encounter I'd never forget - my first real gangbang. Patrick's team has used me a couple more times since then, and I've found a few other guys who like whoring me out and organizing gangbangs. I'm just getting started, but the more guys, the rougher the fucks, and the more cum in my ass, the better...

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I lay in my bed on my back, the cover over my waist, watching my brother change across the room. Logan was 18, about a year younger than was I. We were both serious swimmers and water polo players so both of us had developed nice smooth tan muscled bodies, and I loved watching his six pack abs and round pecs flex as he changed. Whenever I could, I loved getting a glimpse of his astonishing ten inch cock. (I was blessed with almost nine inches, which didn't seem fair). His short blonde hair outlined his handsome, devastatingly sexy face on top of that physical perfection.

As soon as Logan went into the shower I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and went downstairs shirtless. I heard someone in the kitchen, then remembered my older brother Dallas was home from college for the week. This meant I had more eye candy: while Logan and I were tan blonde swimmers Dallas was a muscular brown-haired football quarterback. For whatever reason he had a penchant for wearing nothing but underwear while home on vacation around the house. And he wasn't alone: my cousin Austin was here visiting as well, and he didn't hurt the scenery one bit. Austin was a bleach-blonde surfer of 18, and he was the only one who knew I was gay. Of my family, that is. My first sexual fantasies were about him, many years ago, and they never really went away.

It was a hot summer day and I had the day off. Logan had to go to some practice for most of the day. I felt like either lounging by the pool all day or trying to get laid. Since it looked like Dallas and Austin were going to stick around I put the second idea on hold, for the time being. I lay out on the lounger by the pool and dozed off, which would have been fine except I happened to have an extremely graphic and dirty dream about some or all of the boys I previously mentioned. The loose shorts I was wearing did nothing to hide nine inches of rock hard cock while I dozed. Austin woke me up and pointed out the telling bulge in my shorts with a snicker. I looked up at him. He was wearing red boardshorts and no shirt, revealing his tattoo around his large bicep and his nipple piercing. "Dreaming of cock up your ass, huh?" he laughed. I looked slightly sheepish. "Maybe," I said with a small grin.

Austin had always been fascinated with the concept of gay sex, and used every opportunity to ask me about it; not just general stuff but the graphic details of my sexual escapades. And I told him everything without censorship because he could handle it...in fact I think he might have liked it. I also think part of him got off on turning me on, even if he wasn't interested. "Where's Dallas?" I asked. "He went out for a bit, won't be back til later," Austin said, pulling a doobie from his boardshorts pocket and fishing for a lighter. "Want some?" "Sure," I said. We smoked a bit and for whatever reason started feeling good pretty quickly. "Looks like you have a pretty big cock, dude," he said, exhaling some smoke and coughing a bit. "You've seen my cock," I said. "Not hard," he responded. "I've seen your's hard," I said, laughing. "It's pretty fucking huge." "I know, it is, huh?" he said, then reached into his shorts and grabbed his cock. "Bet you like big cock huh?"

"Of course. And I can actually take it, too, unlike most people," I said. "Man I'm getting' buzzed," he said. "And horned up, too. It always goes down like that." "Me too," I said. Suddenly he undid his boardshorts and pulled out his cock. It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot. Almost a foot long and nice and thick and straight. "They say dudes give better head than chicks, but I don't believe it," he said. I bit my tongue and there was a pause. "Fine," he said, "prove it to me."

My heart skipped a beat but I wasn't going to let this chance pass me by so I knelt beside him and took his huge cock into my mouth as far as I could get it. I continued to give him the best head I could possibly do, partly to prove a point and partly because I was finally sucking on this amazing cock, belonging to my very hot cousin. "Oh mannnnn you do give good head," he moaned, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I continued working his cock and soon felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me further down until I was deep throating all twelve inches. His moans grew louder and I knew I was doing a pretty decent job. After a while he pushed me up and lay back to rest, and I returned to my lounge, watching his hard body and his huge cock pulsing with pleasure. I was feeling incredibly horny so I excused myself and went inside and up to my room and flipped on a movie and got online. Suddenly the bedroom door opened. I hurriedly shut off the video as Logan walked in. He wasn't due for another couple of hours. He closed the door behind him. It was dark in the room except the computer. "I saw you and Austin outside... I saw what you were doing," he said.

My heart stopped. I didn't think he would really have a problem with me being gay but I didn't know if he could ignore the fact that he saw me blowing my own cousin. "Um..." I started. He took the half-smoked doobie from my desk, got a lighter from his dresser, and took a couple big hits. "You can turn it on," he said, pointing at the TV. "It's not like I didn't know about it." I probably wouldn't have if entirely sober but I did flip the tv back on. Soon to my shock I saw my brother actually stroking his cock watching the gay porn. "Wha... I..." I said, stammering. "You might have noticed this family is full of sluts," he said. "To me a hole is a hole, as long as I'm fucking something hot." "Have you ever..." I started. "Fucked boypussy? Nope," he said. "Why, you want your cunt fucked Brady?" "I don't usually have a problem finding what I need," I said, turned on by his language. "But yeah I always want my cunt fucked." "You need your pussy filled with jizz?" he asked. "Oh fuck yes," I said.

He opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, then put some on his cock. "Get over there," he said. I went over to the bed and lay on my back, and lifted my legs up as he came over to me and put them on my little brother's muscled shoulders. He put his hard cock against my hole and without warning or mercy shoved the entire thing deep into me all at once. But as I told Austin, I was a pro... instead of hurting the feeling was exhilarating, for both of us.

Logan's cock did a good job of filling my hole as he pounded in and out. Occasionally he'd pull all the way out so my hole would gape and beg for his cock back, and then he'd slam it into me again. Neither of us was very quiet, me moaning and asking for more, him telling me how great my pussy felt. When Logan finally came, he screamed out so loud I figured no one on the block could have missed it. I felt his warm load gushing into my hole as he breathed heavily and sweat dripped from his face onto my chest. He leaned down and kissed me, then pulled his cock from my hole. He took another hit and then went out of the room, leaving me on my back watching porn with his load in my ass.

Apparently Dallas had returned home and shared some alcohol and herbal refreshment with Austin, because he soon came stumbling into my room, making me hurriedly switch off the tv again. Austin was behind him. They sat on the bed and said "Let's watch some fucking porn. You got any bro?" "Uh..." I said. "I have some," Dallas said, and stumbled out of the room and back in with a DVD. He put it in the player and turned it on, and some ripped stud was fucking an annoying chick. "Look Brady, it's you," Austin joked. I made a nervous giggle as Dallas looked at me, puzzled. "You're a little pussyboy?" he asked. "You take cock up your ass?" "Yeah and he fucking loves it too," Austin said, not helping. "And he gives good head." "How do you know?" Dallas asked. Austin now shut up. "You're both fags?" Dallas continued. Austin said quickly, "No, bro, I'm not, Brady is but not me." He got up. "I'm gonna go piss," he said.

When he had left Dallas looked at me. "How come you didn't tell me? All those fucking nights I was so fucking horned up and had to stop myself from plowing your little cunt and you would have liked it?" "Wait... you...?" I said. "Fuck yeah," he said. "I'm surprised you didn't figure it out. I'm a nasty slutty fag, little bro. I live for swapping DNA and my ass bred. Hell, I'll let anyone fuck me - just love getting the load. Pretty good at giving loads too." I grinned. "I'm working on it, but only get five to ten loads a week and mostly from guys at school" I said. He pulled off his shirt. "I am gonna fucking breed your fucking slutty cunt like I should have long ago," he said. "Oh yeah, give me your hot cum bro," I said, as he ducked down and began to eat out my hole.

I hoped he'd figure out that there was already cum in there, and then whose it was, but he was enjoying himself too much and didn't notice. His cock was out and rock hard and soon it was plunging into my hole. I moaned aloud just as the door opened and Austin reappeared. He closed the door behind him, looking amused, and came up beside me on the bed so I could take his dick in my mouth again. Dallas fucked me even better than Logan had, hard, steady, rough, and horny. I moaned while sucking on Austin's full cock, and soon Dallas cried out and thrust deep into me and I could feel his hot load gushing into my hole. As he pulled out my hole had no time to close before Austin's own cock had filled it. He flipped me onto my hands and knees and I began to suck Dallas' cock clean. Austin slid his thick cock into my used boyhole and pulled it all the way out and in several times, until suddenly his cock burst with cum that overflowed out my hole as he pulled out his cock. Dallas leaned down to lick my hole clean, and the two of them left me laying naked on my bed. An hour later Logan crawled into bed next to me and slid his cock into my cummy hole, he muttered, "What the fuck...you fucking slut!" With that he pounded me again until I had a fourth load of my family's hot cum.

Later that week Dallas took me to a few bareback fuck parties. I was the new piece of meat and everyone dumped his load in my ass. I must have gotten like 40 or 50 loads at each party. All sorts of guys including some really dirty, nasty fuckers. It was hot! When Dallas went back to college the guys took me under their wing and I started going to like two, three and sometimes four parties a week, plus a few random hookups after school every day. Where I was getting between five to ten loads a week, I'm now getting between forty to sixty, sometimes more. And I'm lovin' it.

The sight that greeted Bob Maloney as he approached his driveway would have made the average divorced father of eighteen and nineteen year-old boys panic. For Bob however, the presence of one unmarked and one fully adorned county sheriff's car parked in his driveway made his cock twinge and his balls tighten. There were also three bikes lying near the closed garage door. These he knew belonged to three of his eldest son, Ryan's best friends.

Brian Welton would have driven up in the unmarked car. Brian and Bob had been friends, and almost best friends, since first grade. Their thirty-year friendship involved just about every sort of activity any two men or boys had ever been involved in. Syd Hadley would half driven the other car. Syd was the elected sheriff of Marshall County and Brian's boss. The bikes and cars told Bob that at least Ryan was home and having a good time. As he got out of the car, he wondered if little Scotty was also home.

Inside the garage, Brian unlocked the door to his home and family's deepest secret. From the outside, it looked as though three years earlier he had added an 18' X 24' storage room. No windows, but there were a pair of skylights that could be opened or covered depending upon the kind of mood being set in the secret room. The skylights were closed so he needed a couple minutes to fully adjust. Experience told him there were three figures in the northwest corner of the dim room.

He stepped past the empty stocks, unused sawhorse and vacant X-frame that took the place of lawnmowers, table saws or other home equipment. On the walls where one might expect tools, there was wide variety of whips, a half-dozen paddles and a series of four, 6"-long shelves that held an array of several dozen dildos and butt plugs of varying lengths, widths, shapes and styles and assorted other toys for inflicting pain and pleasure. In three places, shackles hung from the solid beams of the open framed roof.

One figure stood in front of and the second stood behind a sling. These were the naked forms of Syd and Brian. In the sling was Bob's nineteen-year-old son, Ryan. The two men dwarfed his slender 5' 3" frame. Brian was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. He stood 6' 4" tall, carried 190# of tanned and sculptured muscle, had brown hair, deep brown eyes and dimples that had melted girls' (and at least one boy's) hearts for as long as anyone could remember.

Syd was just over 6' tall. He weighed almost 240 pounds of mixed muscle and fat. Ten years ago it had been all muscle, but age and a decadent lifestyle that included too much booze and unhealthy food was rapidly altering his physique. However, Bob had no doubt the sheriff could still kick his ass and maybe Brian's as well.

Brian's groin was pressed hard against the boy's face. If the guy had a hard on, and Bob was almost certain he did, that meant 8" of cock meat were stuffed into his son's mouth and down his throat. In some positions that much cock might choke the kid, but his father had taught him the skill of laying face up and head back and letting men slide their cocks completely out of sight. Bob learned it by force as a high school freshman when five seniors laid him on a bench in the locker room and each fucked his young, but willing mouth and throat.

"You giving my son's mouth a real hard fuck?" he asked his old friend from across the room.

As Bob quickly covered the distance between them, Brian replied, "You know I am buddy. Your boy has the sweetest mouth in the county. There ain't another kid, male or female, who suck and swallow dick like him." He may have had more to say, but Bob came up behind him and turned his face so they could share a deep hard kiss.

Bob slid a hand down the deputy's strong back and grabbed a good fistful of his muscular ass. There was more than enough sweat to moisten two fingers and slide them into the often-fucked hole hidden in the deep crevice. Brian, moaning with pleasure from the quick invasion, broke the kiss and said, "Yeah buddy, I'm fucking his little mouth and throat real good. How about you doing the same to my ass!"

Bob bit at Brian's earlobe and replied, "Oh, you know I'll fuck this hard ass real good, but not quite yet. First, I'll have me a quick taste." With that, he withdrew the two fingers and slid them into his mouth not six inches from Brian's face. "MMM! You always have had the best tasting ass around."

Syd watched the two old friends make out as he continued to fuck Bob's son's ass. The sheriff's cock was not nearly as long as Brian's, but it more than made up for the reduced length. He and many of those he fucked swore he had the fattest cock in this part of the state. It was a little over six inches long, but was nearly nine inches around. The cute teen was taking every inch in long, firm strokes. Even if his mouth had not been stuffed with a hard dick, he would not have been crying out in pain. All three men knew that it was all but certain Ryan would be begging for more cock and harder and deeper strokes.

At nineteen, Ryan had years experience as a pussy for well-hung boys and lately men as well. He could take the biggest cock in the county and still beg for more. His dad had recently started shaving his adolescent ass and legs so they would always be as smooth as had been a few years ago. Ryan never complained about getting fucked. Sure, the first time had hurt, but even that experience had become pleasurable as his ass loosened up and accepted his dad's manhood.

Ryan had already been a pretty good cocksucker even before he'd been getting fucked. In the years since, the lad had regularly practiced taking cock from both ends. When men asked which he liked better, Ryan would honestly answer that he wasn't sure. Some days he had an unquenchable thirst for cum and the feel of a cock in his mouth and on others he felt hollow and empty without a cock up his pussy. The only days he knew for sure which he wanted were when the fuck-itch would hit him and he had to have his deep insides scratched!

Bob broke his kiss with Brian and stepped nearer to the sheriff. He and Syd exchanged a hearty handshake and greeting. Bob's eyes fell to his son's slender, hairless body and he saw the pool of cum on the boy's stomach and chest. He estimated there must be at least two if not three loads of cum cooling on his son's body.

"How long have you guys been fucking my boy?" Bob asked.

"It's only been about half an hour," responded Syd. "Hell, Brian's only shot one load in his cocksucker's mouth and I haven't even cum once in his tight pussy. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I just saw the pools of cum by his miniature prick and was wondering if it was two loads or three," said Bob.

"Two," answered the deputy, his groin again pressed hard against Ryan's lips. "The first was a big one and the second was nice, too. I guess you didn't find anybody to fuck you at school today and came home with a full load in those teen balls of yours?" Brian directed his question to the boy knowing he could not possibly answer in words.

Ryan groaned almost inaudibly. The men watched as his untouched cock began to twitch. It was clear he was about to cum for a third time, but his dad had other plans. One hand quickly grasped his son's cock and the other flicked one finger painfully against the tender piss hole once and then twice. Ryan's body jerked and his stuffed mouth tried to scream, but it was no use. Bob repeated the torture of his son two more times before the need to cum passed and the small cock shriveled into its almost nonexistent limp form.

Bob played with his son's tiny cock with mixed curiosity and disgust. The cause for his disgust was obvious. At ninetten, when he should be becoming a man and showing some muscular development, his pussy of a son still sported the cock of a little boy. He corrected himself and thought that wasn't exactly correct. Ryan's eighteen year-old brother's cock was almost four inches longer and two and half inches thicker. How could his nineteen-year-old son have a cock that measured barely 3.5" when hard?

Bob knew it must the contaminated genes of his ex-wife's family. At the same age, he had sported almost eight inches of pussy pleasing meat. He, like his son, was already a cocksucker at that age, but all his fucking had been with girls. It was not until his 21st birthday that he had first fucked a boy or had his ass fucked. It had been a special treat from his best friend's dad. The man fucked both boys and then watched Bob fuck his willing buddy.

Bob placed a hand on Syd's meaty buttocks and slid it into the deep crease. He attempted to finger the man's ass but it was clenched tightly shut. "Sorry, man," the sheriff said. "I don't want to cum yet and your fingers would make me do just that."

"No problem," the father of the boy the man was fucking said. "How about giving me a taste of this instead." Bob's hand managed to grab Syd's cock on an outward stroke.

"Sure, man. I just love watching a dad lick his son's ass juices off my big fat fuck-stick."

He stepped back a pace and his cock audibly popped out of Ryan's ass. The eighteen year-old cunt hole did not close and the two men got a good look at the exposed red interior. Bob knelt and took just the head of Syd's cock in his mouth. His taste buds exploded with the array of flavors. He pressed forward and managed to get half the fat monster into his mouth. He nursed the thick shaft for a while before letting it escape his mouth. He then used his tongue to gather the ass juices and other heady flavors from the rest of the sheriff's cock.

At some point Brian removed his cock from the boy's throat because Bob heard his son plead, "Aw, c'mon, dad. Let him put it back in me. I need a fuck real bad and besides, you can suck it after he shoots. I know how much you like the taste of my pussy with a coating of cum."

The father could not disagree with his son's logic. He stood up and used his left hand to guide the sheriff's cock back to his son's almost closed-up pussy. Bob placed the fat tip at the opening and watched it spread wide and ready itself for more fucking. Sheriff Hadley grunted and in one smooth stroke returned his cock to the boy's pussy. Bob leaned over and licked the pool of cum from his son's body. Warm or cool he could think of almost nothing that tasted so good.

Seeing that Ryan's cock was once again fully erect and seemingly ready to fire another load, he took just the head between his teeth and bit hard. Ryan's body jerked and he tried to scream through a stuffed throat and mouth, but no sound came out. His father had learned long ago that his son reacted strangely to pain. When it was his tiny cock being abused the boy reacted like most others. He'd lose his erection if he had one and the imminent desire to cum. However, he still claimed to feel pleasure at some deeper point in his body.

If the pain was administered to other parts of his young anatomy, Ryan's senses directed it straight to his cock as pleasure. Bob first learned this when he gave his son a spanking for his sixth birthday and found the six semi-playful slaps resulted in a tiny 1.5" erection. Further trials over the ensuing years found nearly every type of pain inflicted to any portion of his body had the same effect. The most sensitive areas, not surprisingly, were his little boy ass cheeks and tits. The later could no longer be described as "little boy tits" because of years of treatment from snakebite suction cups and various clips and clamps, often with weights attached. The now puffed out and elongated nipples looked more like a teenaged girl's 'puffies,' but they were attached to the perfectly flat chest of a slender young boy.

Bob stood up and again eyed the hot scene of his son being fucked from both ends by the two lawmen. He pinched the sheriff's meaty tits – the man had developed his over nearly twenty years of dedicated work – and then kissed the deputy. "By the way, are Jason, Tyler and PJ in the house with Mark?" he asked, inquiring about the three bike owners and his younger son.

"Yeah, they got here about twenty minutes ago. We already had Ryan up and the sling and were fucking him good, so they said they'd just go and have some fun with Mark," said Syd. "They each took a couple stabs at Brian's ass though before they left. So I guess that was less than fifteen minutes before you got here."

"Thanks guys. I think I know where to find them."

Bob did indeed have a pretty good idea about where the three teenagers and his eighteen year-old would be. Mark was, if anything, the hottest and nastiest of the Maloney males. His age and size meant he had trouble taking deep the huge cocks and other toys his dad and older brother sometimes experienced. However, he more than made up for size in sheer numbers. Bob had no doubt that in the last two years his youngest son had been fucked almost as often as his older brother and dad combined.

He was, with the exception of Ryan's pain fetish, the kinkiest of the trio. Bob entered the main portion of the house and then turned right. Down one flight of stairs was the partially finished basement. The part that was finished was a large, brightly lit open corner. White tiles on both walls and the floor reflected the shine from a pair of bright lights that doubled as heat lamps. There was a single showerhead on one wall. The entire floor was slanted slightly to drain all water to a 5' circle that was six inches deeper that the rest of the area and had a closable drain in its center.

Visitors were told the area was a convenient place for two young boys and their friends to clean up and not track dirt or mud through the house. The room's primary purpose was as a water sports playground and its most frequent user was little Mark. The boys were eight and five the first time Bob caught Ryan pissing on his little brother in the bathtub. He had naturally been angry and was about to punish the seemingly abusive older son when Mark cried though piss-coated lips, "Don't hurt him, dad. It's okay. I asked him to do it. I liked getting pee-pee on me."

This afternoon two young teens stood near the center of the tiled area while another teen knelt between the legs of the boys. Jason and Tyler held their adolescent cocks and directed streams of piss onto the face and directly into the mouth of Mark. The boy was clearly trying to swallow as much of the yellow streams as possible while lying on his back, but his mouth looked more like an erupting piss volcano. At the same time, PJ fucked the boy's pussy.

>From several feet away, Bob admired the four youths. Jason and Tyler could easily be brothers and indeed were cousins. Both had the blue- eyed, blond-haired boyish good looks that drove man and girls crazy. Their bodies were deeply tanned with only slightly paler areas where small swimming suits occasionally hid a portion of each boy.

Being blondes, they had no noticeable body hair and Bob's very intimate oral inspections had found very little transparent peach fuzz. He wondered how long they would stay such perfect examples of boyish beauty. He hoped they would allow him to shave their legs and asses like he did Ryan's. He had already suggested shaving their young bushes, but both boys had refused. The price they paid for the refusal was not being allowed to come to the house for a week. A punishment that backfired on Bob because the pair found other places to fuck his sons and he did not have the chance to share in their bodies.

Both boys claimed to have their cherries in tact and, when Bob asked his sons, Ryan and Mark confirmed that neither had ever fucked either boy. They said they had never seen the boys allow anyone else to fuck them, either. PJ, Sheriff Hadley, Deputy Welton and Bob had frequently tried to take the boys' cherries, but were always rebuked. Each, plus Mark and Ryan, had spent considerable time eating those smooth, tight, pink holes and Bob had even fingered each a couple times. The blonde beauties claimed to be basically straight and that fucking a pussy-boy like Jason or little Mark just made them even bigger studs. The three men had each pointed out how story did not explain all the time the pair spent sucking cock, a skill both had honed quite well. The cute blondes answered these charges the only way possible, with silence.

PJ, the boy who was fucking young Mark, was a gorgeous mulatto. His black father was a structural engineer with the largest construction firm in town and his white mother was a teacher at the high school. She would be Ryan's biology teacher during the coming year. Bob knew the parents intimately. A dozen cars and nearly two-dozen guests at an early morning party in the couple's home prompted a complaint call to Syd. The call came from a pair of bigoted neighbors who made no attempt to conceal their hatred for the racially mixed couple.

Upon his arrival that early morning, Syd indeed found a party in progress. However, every car was parked legally and there was no noise audible from the sidewalk. Knowing the nosy neighbors would be watching he approached the door. After a couple minutes, the hostess answered his knocking wearing a very skimpy robe. He looked over her shoulder and around the dimly lit room and saw a large number of partially dressed, and a few totally naked, people. Some were slow dancing and others were in varied intimate embraces. He quickly explained the reason for his visit and told the woman that there was no problem and to enjoy herself. She was pleasantly surprised at his tolerance and gave the sheriff a quick treat. She dropped the robed and displayed her well-toned form to his appreciative eye.

When Syd learned PJ and Jason were fuck buddies, he told Bob about the party he had observed. He added that it was clear not all couplings were male and females. Indeed some of them were actually trios. Bob took it upon himself to make his introduction to the couple. He did so under the false guise of a father worried about his son and theirs engaging in homosexual activity. PJ's parents proved not only to be not concerned that their son was fucking and sucking with other boys, their biggest care was that Bob not be upset that his son had a racially mixed lover. When Bob explained his real reason for coming, a chance to meet a sexually attractive and intriguing couple, an immediate bond was formed.

Before he left that evening, Bob had fucked both husband and wife. In turn, the handsome black man had fucked him. They repeated the experience several times and had even included their two sons. Bob loved to sit back and watch the woman strap on a 9" pink dildo and fuck her son while the man used his slightly smaller cock to fuck Ryan. He would move about the room to sample the assorted mouths and other holes with his cock and lips. Bob's one regret was that he could not attend the bi-sexual free-for-alls they hosted every other month. The couple said anything could and did happen, but the one rule was married couples only. Not even a man and woman who lived together would be allowed, and singles were strictly taboo.

Bob noticed that while PJ had his entire 6" chocolate milk-colored cock buried in little Mark's ass, he was not actually fucking the boy. There was a look of peace and ease on the older boy's face. He wondered if PJ had just cum deep in his son's pussy. As he continued to watch, Mark's flat little belly began to swell like a woman rapidly going through the early stages of pregnancy. The man stepped forward and placed on strong hand on the dark-skinned youth's shoulder. The boy jerked slightly, but did not remove his cock or begin fucking.

"Are you pissing in my son's pussy?" Bob asked in a nonchalant tone.

"Yeah," the kid admitted in a flat voice like he was doing the most natural thing in the world. Then he added, "How'd you know?"

Leaning over to give Mark's rounded tummy a soft pat he said, "My skinny son usually doesn't look like a pregnant girl in her sixth month."

By now the two blondes had finished pissing on and in Mark. Jason had moved over the small boy in a "69" position. His body hid the kid's swollen belly. Tyler was next to Bob and began removing the man's clothes. He did not resist and the youngster quickly had him as naked as the four boys. Bob's cock was only partially erect, but Tyler's 'straight' lips and tongue quickly had him hard. Next to Ryan, Tyler was probably the best cocksucker of the bunch and Bob had to push him away to prevent cumming much too quickly.

PJ was now fucking little Mark. His nearly man-sized prick was sliding smoothly in and out of the young boy's pussy. Once the broad head popped free and was accompanied by a quick squirt of piss. Tyler stepped behind PJ and held his hips steady just long enough to push his cock into the darker boy's ass. The pair then combined to fuck young Mark while Bob moved from Tyler to Jason and back to Tyler sampling their asses and prodding his tongue into their virgin cunts.

PJ was the first to cum. The combined effect of Mark's tight, piss- filled pussy grasping his cock and Tyler's prick working his fuck chute pushed him over the limit. He groaned and jab-fucked Mark half a dozen times before the rigor left his body. His shoulders slumped and he fell or Jason's torso. Tyler was next. The nipping and grabbing his cock got from PJ as he came did the trick and he fired his supply of creamy boy juice into his friend's ass.

When Tyler's cock slid free, Bob was there to claim the mixture of cum and ass juice. He thought PJ had the best tasting ass he had ever eaten and always strove to be first in line to suck a cock that had just fucked him. When Tyler's cock was mostly clean, the man switched his attention to the perfectly rounded cheeks of the black youth's ass. He kissed the smooth globes before prying them apart. His tongue quickly found the slightly opened hole and slid easily inside. The savory flavor of warm cum and steamy boy-cunt immediately met Bob's lips and tongue. He worked about and gathered as much of the tasty mixture as possible before standing up and kissing PJ.

While he had been eating the youngster's ass, Jason had cum in Mark's mouth and added a creamy frosting to the bellyful of piss. Jason was now kneeling before the younger boy and the pair were kissing, their piss and cum soaked lips and tongues locked together. PJ's cock had softened and slid free of Mark's ass allowing a stream of the same mixture to burst free. Bob could see traces of cum mixed in with the piss that had not yet found its way down the drain. He quickly pushed his face into the pool and claimed several mouthfuls of the mixture.

By now Bob was the only person in the room with a hard on. That fact quickly came to the boys' attention. Jason was the quickest, getting his left hand and lips on the target first. PJ, however, was slightly larger, a little stronger and far more determined. He pushed Jason away, rolled Bob onto his back and kept the other two boys at bay. When he had applied a thick coating of spit to the entire shaft, the dark youth moved over the man's body and sat his teen-boy cunt on the hard shaft. It slid smoothly into the freshly fucked hole until the boy's ass was pressed to the man's hard thighs.

Bob loved fucking the firm, snug asses of young boys. He had since he too was that age and with few exceptions, none were as good as PJ. Not only was the kid's dark skin a definite turn on, but also his ass had the perfect shape of a young athletic god. The boy's pussy could also take a big cock like few others. Years of training from countless guys had turned the boy's cunt into a highly educated trench ready to treat any interested man. Other than Ryan and Mark, PJ was the only young boy Bob knew who could take Syd's extra wide fucker.

PJ slid his entire body up and down the man's cock at a leisurely pace. Bob lay back and relished the pleasure and relaxed way it was being given. He his eyes closed, he felt a pair of warm stiff prods bump against his cheeks. Without opening his eyes, the man knew they must be the stiff pricks of Jason and Tyler. He parted his lips and let the pair take turns fucking his mouth. Occasionally, the cousins managed to get the heads of both cocks in his mouth at the same time.

He wondered what Mark was up to until he heard PJ groan, "Oh, yeah. Suck my cock. Lick my balls some, too. Yeah, Mark, you've a got mouth. Swallow it all. Fuck your throat."

Being the only one in the room who had not cum at least once, Bob's cock was the first to erupt. He thrust his hips upward adding to the depth and power of the fuck he and PJ were giving each other. When he came, his body jerked up hard and likely would have dislodged a less experience partner. PJ quickly regained his balance, pressed hard downward to get Bob another half inch deeper and accepted the man's love offering. Five jets of milky cum exploded deep into his body as he willed his insides to try and milk even more.

PJ was the next to cum. When Bob's body eased under him, the teen relaxed and let the man's son take his load. This was his third cum in less than forty-five minutes and amounted to two small bursts and an equal amount that simply seeped into the boy's mouth. PJ, his lust sated and his body sapped of all strength fell backward onto Bob's body just as the other two boys came.

Jason's cock was in the man's mouth and most of his cum found a home there as well. Tyler's cum sprayed in the open and landed on the side of Bob and PJ's faces. Feeling the wet splashes and knowing exactly what they were, PJ turned his face to the left licking the remainder of the boy's cum as it dribbled down the erect shaft. Mark, having completed cleaning the dark youth's cock, looked up and saw the cum- streaked faces. He quickly moved forward and claimed these traces of male cream as well.

A few minutes later, the five bodies still lay in a heap on the tile floor. Jason lay somewhat away from the group. Mark lay atop Tyler's dozing form. Between the three boys, PJ lay with his back and ass pressed against Bob's body. The man's semi-erect cock was still in the youngster's pussy. Their rest was disturbed by the booming voice of Sheriff Hadley.

"Well, what do we have here? I do believe it is a perverted pedophile and the four boys he just finished molesting. Correction, it seems he is still molesting one of them."

"I don't believe you have any room to talk Syd," said Bob slowly sitting up. The movement was enough to adjust PJ's position and dislodge his cock from the boy. Syd and Brian watched a white stream of cum flow from the boy's open pussy. "As I recall, twenty minutes ago you and the good deputy were doing likewise to my son."

"Twenty minutes? Hell, barely more than twenty seconds ago he still had two big man-sized cocks in his hot teen-boy body, and I bet he can still feel them!"

"Anybody thirsty?" asked Brian. "I've got a load of piss built up that could drown a horse."

Wordlessly and as if in a trance, Mark knelt in front of the handsome man and took Brian's flaccid five-inch cock into his mouth. He held it loosely, not sucking or using his tongue. Ready for the hot flood, the boy lifted his eyes until they met the deputy's. Brian relaxed the muscles holding back his piss and let his flow begin. The initial surge filled Mark's mouth and a little dribbled from his mouth.

PJ started to move toward Mark. He liked piss almost as much as the eighteen year-old and hated to see even this little bit go to waste. A strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up, he saw Syd one hand on PJ's shoulder and the other holding his red, limp cock. As the dark youngster looked at the fat cock, a stream of dark yellow piss burst up and into his face. The man's hand pinched off the heady flow until PJ dropped to his knees and locked his lips around the cum, ass and piss flavored head.

"Here it comes boy. I hope you are one very thirsty piss drinking faggot cause I got a big load stored up. I was going to piss it into that other teen-pussy, but he passed out on me."

PJ opened his mouth briefly and mumbled around the man's cock. It sounded like, "Give it to me mister. I need your piss." Bob thought that was close to what the boy said or would have said had he been able. While he was still trying to decipher the youth's exact words, PJ's mouth was flooded with piss. His lips closed around the squirting tip and he, like his best friend's little brother, strained to swallow as much of the golden treasure as possible.

For nearly a minute Deputy Welton and Sheriff Hadley filled and re- filled the boys' mouths. When PJ's or Mark's mouth would begin to overflow, the man pissing into that boy would stop or at least slow the pace of his stream. By the time they were finally finished giving the boys their twin treats, both men had the beginnings of new hard- ons. PJ and Mark kept up their oral service until the men were completely hard and continued until they had cum one last time. The boys turned to each other and kissed. Their small pointed tongues trading the creamy treat each had been offered.

"Wow, those are two hot mouths. Bob you have to be the luckiest guy in the world. With a pair of hot cocksucking pussy-boys like yours around all day and this gorgeous little slut visiting regularly," Syd slid a hand down PJ's chest. He pinched and tugged a dark purple nipple and then let his hand slide down and around to squeeze his ass. "I think I would have fucked myself to death by now."

"Yeah, man," agreed Brian. "Anytime you want a little extra help keeping their pussies happy, just give us a call."

"Guys, you know you don't need an invitation. You're welcome anytime. Just drop on by or, hell you're the law, just arrest them and fuck their hot cunts in the squad car in one of the cells down at the station," said Bob. "Don't forget to offer their pussies to the other officers and any inmates, as well.

"You've got a deal," agreed Syd.

The three men shook hands and the two lawmen headed back to get their clothes and return to the station. Bob looked back at PJ and Mark and saw they were still ready for more action. PJ, despite being completely hard, was pissing in Mark's face. The youngster let the stream splash against his face. The liquid gold was soaking his hair and body. His dad leaned over and took the dark cock into his mouth and took a drink of the steamy piss.

When PJ had emptied his bladder, he and Bob shared Mark's piss. They took long drinks. They let is splash against their faces. They played in the warm stream like little kids in the summer rain. When Mark finished, the three shared a pissed-spiced kiss and rubbed their wet bodies against each other. Bob suggested they step under the shower and rinse off the sharp smelling liquid, but both boys said they liked the smell, taste and feel of the piss drying on their young bodies.

The nastiness of drinking and playing in so much hot piss had all three hard again. Bob decided to lead them back into the other room and see what Ryan and the others were up to. They found Ryan alone in the dimly lit room. Syd, Brian, Jason and Tyler had all dressed and left. Ryan was no longer in the sling, however. Chains attached to wrist cuffs now suspended him so even his straining toes were still an inch off the floor. His dad approached with an arm around each of the other boys and two fingers in each of their well-fucked pussies.

Bob saw that either Jason and Tyler or Syd and Brian had left his son in quite a predicament. A butt plug, the man's quick inventory of the shelves told him it was hand-shaped and about the size of an average woman's fist, was secure in the boy's cunt. A parachute-style ball- stretcher was tightly grasped his young scrotum. Two heavy lead weights, two-pounders Bob estimated, were suspended from the stretcher. They drug the boy's balls down several inches below where they normally hung. A clear plastic tube, a 3/8" catheter, ran from somewhere deep in the boy's piss hole to his mouth. Finally, metal clips attached a chain to Ryan's stretched-out nipples.

"Wow, dad! Look at Ryan! They really strung him up good. Would you do that to me, too."

Bob looked down at his beautiful younger son and slid a third finger deep into his pussy. Then using only those digits and the palm of his hand cupping the lad's ass he lifted him four feet into the air. Mark squealed with glee as he shot through the air, his pussy stretched by the thick invaders. Bob set him down directly below another set of chains and lowered them until he could secure the leather cuffs to the boy's slender wrists. PJ, reluctantly leaving Bob's side because it meant the man's fingers would leave his ass, stepped over to a switch. A nearly silent motor retracted the chains until Mark swung by his wrists a foot and a half above the floor.

The dusky youth walked back to where Bob stood between his suspended sons. They whispered as if they were making secret plans for the young boy. As was intended, Mark could hear much of what was said and his cock leapt back to life. PJ went to one shelf and came back with a leather gag that extended around Mark's face and buckled in place. It also had a realistic six-inch dildo that filled his mouth and throat. Bob picked up one of his favorite toys and with a wicked smile showed it to his helpless son saying, "Today's the day you take all three."

The three he referred to were a golf ball, a blue rubber ball that was about the size of a tennis ball and baseball. A friend of Bob's had drilled holes through all three. A nylon rope connected them and knots in the rope held the balls in place. The man had used the unique device on his son's pussy twice, but neither time was the boy able to take anymore than just the baseball, if it went in first, or just the two smaller orbs if the golf ball went up his cunt first. However, neither time before had the lad's cunt been so thoroughly fucked in preparation. Bob considered using his fist to further prepare his son, but decided his and PJ's cocks should be enough.

"Which do you want first?" asked Bob, temporarily removing the gag from his son's mouth. As he did, PJ attached a ball-stretcher to Mark's nuts that was similar to and only slightly smaller than the one torturing his brother. Just as Mark was about to answer, PJ clipped on a 12 oz. weight and let it drop four inches. The boy's answer quickly became a squeal of pain.

"AAAAWWWWW!" he groaned. Then, when the pain had subsided and the pleasure had begun, Mark said in an almost dreamy voice, "Put the baseball in first dad. I want it to stretch me real good and plow a lane for the others."

Bob did as his son requested. Replacing the cock-gag, he coated the largest ball with lubricant and pressed it against Mark's pussy. The ball was almost half the size of each of the boy's ass cheeks. Bob pressed hard, relaxed his pressure as his son cried out in pain and pressed again. This time he rotated the ball and then pulled it away a second time. On the second try, he had gotten within millimeters of having the widest part of it up his son's cunt. He knew he could have pushed just a bit harder and had the task complete, but he had two other objectives as well.

For one, he loved looking into the gaping maw that was his son's empty pussy after it had been so thoroughly stretched. He could see the pink and red inner membranes that would hold a cock in such warm softness. Second, he liked the extra pain caused by rotating the ball's raised seams. He had opened ten different boxes at the store until he found this one and had selected it for this feature. Mark admitted that he also loved the burning sensation caused by the bright red stitching.

On the third try the ball popped into Mark's cunt with surprising ease. The combination of the earlier stretching and his dad's decision to push a little harder had the job accomplished quickly. Bob grabbed the end of the rope and began to tease his son's hole. He pulled on the rope just a little and watched as the entire area between his legs distended. The tugs weren't enough to expose the ball, however. That was the purpose of the next several tugs. Each time, more and more of the ball was forcefully extracted from Mark's cunt. PJ was certain that another fraction of an inch and it would pop free.

Bob made sure that did not happen. After tormenting his son by pulling on the ball, he gave him a rest before beginning to work it deeper. He turned to PJ and told him to get one of the glass rods. The older youth smiled wickedly knowing what the man had in mind. He brought him an eight-inch long clear glass rod that was about the size of Ryan's catheter. That observation brought the older boy back to mind and Bob took a minute to inspect him.

Going over to his older son, he slapped the boy's stuffed ass sharply. A pink glow developed and he caressed the fiery flesh. Then using two fingers to grasp his son's sorry excuse for a cock and, pinching it so hard he could feel the catheter, he said, "I cannot believe that my son. The fruit of my loins, the progeny of this cock," he gripped his big dick and shook it at Ryan, "could have such a puny disgusting excuse for a prick." He pinched the tiny head between thumb and index finger nails. When Ryan cried in pain, the plastic tube came free and his father's mouth pressed against his. Their kiss was deep and hard and tasted of boy-piss, the catheter having done its job.

Bob broke the kiss and with a secret smile to let Ryan know how much he truly was loved said, "Now back to my real son. The one who's going to have a real cock not just an overgrown clit."

He his attention went back to Mark and PJ. The first thing he noticed was the glass rod. Less than two inches of the clear glass was visible where it extended from Mark's piss hole. Bob didn't have to be a math whiz to know four inches of the rod ran the length of the boy's cock and that meant two more inches extended even deeper inside. The ever present hard on and the fresh tears attested to the implement's potential for pleasure and pain.

Bob reached for the rubber ball and gave it a heavy coating of the white lubricant. He put it against Mark's ass and with no preamble forced it up his son's pussy. For a moment he thought the quick assault was going to fail, but then he sensed more than felt his son's insides give way. The ball popped in so fast it was almost as though Mark's cunt had sucked it out of his hand.

The boy tried to scream, but little more than a muffled grunt escaped from around the penis gag. Mark would have instinctively tried to pull away from the invasion of his pussy if he could have done so. However, with his feet off the ground, the boy could not control what happened to his body. PJ and Bob watched as the second ball was drawn deeper into the boy's pussy. The stretched opening was finally allowed to close around the thin nylon rope.

"Go get the nipple cups," the man said to PJ. "Get them nice and wet and then make them really pull Mark's nips. By this time next year they, like his cock, should be bigger and meatier than his brother's." PJ got the twin bulbs, wetted them first and then sucked the young boy's nipples until they were nice and hard. Two pumps worked and the tiny brown circles were being stretched outward and the even tinier nipples were filling with blood and other fluids.

"Ready for the last ball?" Bob asked his tortured, but sexually thrilled son. The boy nodded and did his best to smile around the gag and cock that covered and filled his mouth. Bob didn't bother putting any of the lube on the last ball. There was so much grease in and around the boy's pussy it wouldn't matter. Besides, the challenge now was forcing the two big invaders already in his pussy deeper so there would be room for the much smaller third ball.

Bob pulled on the exposed rope and drew the rubber ball partially from his son's pussy. He did this several times enjoying the look of the cunt as it stretched open and the way the boy sucked the ball back inside every time he let go. Next the man used two fingers to open his son and push the balls deeper inside. His efforts were met by immediate resistance the first several tries. On the six or seventh, he felt the slender boys frame shudder and instantly there was a two inch gap between the rubber ball and Mark's cunt lips.

Wondering what had provided the sudden opening, Bob looked around to the front of Mark's body and saw that PJ held his son's cock head tightly between his teeth. The dark-skinned boy pulled back his kissable lips and clearly displayed the bright white teeth that dug cruelly into the boy's sex. PJ released his bite and gave Mark a chance to recover from the pain, before biting him again. This time Bob was ready and popped the last ball into his son's cunt. Again the lips closed slowly as the ball worked itself deeper into the child.

Bob told PJ to release Mark's cock and to come look at his totally stuffed pussy. The teen could not believe all three of the balls were up the kid's cunt. He figured he could probably handle all three, but he was still surprised he could take all three balls.

Bob was hard again and PJ took his cock into mouth and gently sucked on it. The man moved slowly about the room examining each of his captive sons. He made sure PJ could follow his movements without having to release his cock. Bob stopped to speak with his oldest son.

Sliding the fist-shaped dildo in and out of his son's cunt, Bob said, "Ryan, I'm sorry that I barely had time to say 'Hi'. But then you were a little preoccupied when I got here weren't you? So how was school?"

Ryan tried to answer without loosing the catheter. His dad volunteered to hold it. As the boy answered his father's questions, the man alternately blew air into and then sucked even more air out of the tube. "It, oh … ah, was okay dad. I only got fucked a couple times and one of those was by Miss Henderson and that foot-long dildo she likes to wear all day. She uses it on all her lesbian cheerleaders. I told Jason, Tyler and PJ to stop by so I could really get fucked. Syd stopped PJ to see if he wanted to get fucked and he told him about coming here. I guess Syd then radioed Brian. The three guys fucked me first and then they went looking for Mark. The sheriff and his deputy took over fucking my cunt. God, dad, they are really great fuckers!"

"How you feeling now, son?"

"Great. The fist is keeping everybody's cum deep in my hole. I just know it's going to flood out when you remove it."

"I think I'll do that right over the salad I'm making with dinner."

"Oh shit, dad. You are so nasty. I just wish we had somebody else to serve it too like the time PJ, Tyler, you and I shot three loads of cum each into that frosting for the little Mark's birthday. I bet those guys still don't know why it tasted so good!"

"How are your balls holding up against these?" Bob asked as he gently jostled to two weights.

"Ugh, good," the teen grunted.

"And how deep is that catheter? I noticed it sure tastes like piss. You use it already?"

"Yeah dad, I had to. I'm starting to like the taste, but not nearly like Mark or PJ. I don't know how far up it goes, but when you sucked on it I thought you were going to turn my bellybutton inside out." Father and son both laughed at that. The chuckles started the weights attached to Ryan's balls bouncing again. He groaned as his dad put the catheter back in his mouth.

Bob reached one hand down and caressed PJ's face. He drew his hand and fingertips softly across the boy's smooth cheeks and then lovingly cupped his chin. Looking into the cocksucking youth's face he said, "You do that so well. I can almost believe that you're daddy started you the day you were brought home from the hospital."

Moving back to Mark, Bob gave him a hard slap on his tiny ass. The man could feel the presence of the balls, as the little boy butt seemed to have more resistance than normal. He noted that his son's nipples were swollen to several times their normal size. The tiny balls were deep red and the skin above the stretcher was pale white. Without removing the gag, he asked, "And how is my well-hung stud doing this evening?" Mark waited a second for the rubber cock to be removed from his mouth. When it was not, he did his best to again smile and tell his dad how much fun he was having.

Bob loved to sexual humiliate and tortured his sons and was thrilled that they enjoyed it just as much. His next load of cum was slowly building in response to his son's sexy predicaments and PJ's skillful cocksucking. He was just beginning to plan the next round of fun when the bell at the garage rang. Only a select few sex friends and fiends knew about the button hidden behind a placard with his and the boys' names. The bell sounded like an old buzzer as opposed to the more musical notes that came from the bell at the front door. He wondered which of his buddies was dropping by. Maybe Syd and Brian were back?

The man again moved slowly across the room and into the garage making certain PJ's mouth never left his cock. He came to the extra large peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see it was his cocksucker's handsome father. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was around before opening the door and exposing he and PJ. Bob did notice a large silver SUV in the drive with three or four men inside. He recognized it as the car PJ's mom usually drove so the men must be friends of the boy's dad.

Swinging open the door, he greeted his visitor with a broad smile and a cheery greeting. The man started to step inside and reply when he realized his son was right there! "Well," he sighed, even before greeting Bob or his son, "that answers any questions about where my son is or if you've seen him." He was practically laughing by the time he finished the rushed sentence.

Bob slowly closed the door. He didn't mind people seeing him naked or getting his cock sucked. He was just a little worried some passing prude my call some other cops than Brian and Syd and have him arrested for child molestation.

"Good to see you pal. What's up?" he asked as they shook hands.

"I think you distracted my son and he forgot about an appointment we have for tonight," he said, his eyes meeting PJ's.

"Oh, shit!" the boy exclaimed as he released Bob's hard cock and realized what his dad was talking about. "Tonight's the night those men are in town from St. Louis and we're taking them to 'Strokers!'"

Bob was surprised when the boy mentioned a notorious gay bar and male strip club about thirty miles away. How could PJ and his dad, or more precisely PJ, get into a place like that? The black man saw Bob's confused look and said, "They have three very special, very private secret rooms that can hold parties of three to ten men where anything goes. The only rules are no drugs, no outside alcohol and you have to hire at least one of their strippers for $250 an hour plus tips. After that, it's 'anything goes.'"

"I thought you had to be 21 to get in there..."

"Anything," reiterated the man. "As long as everybody consents and keeps the secret. I know a guy who threw his son's 'Coming of Age' party their complete with four of the boy's buddies, two of their dads and himself. Plus, they hired three of the strippers! Said it was the best $1000 he ever spent."

"Wow!" was all Bob could say.

"Let's get going, PJ. We already may be a little late and its costing my company $500 an hour for that 6'5" blonde stud and the cute little Asian guy you like so much! These men came to watch my boy dance and fuck with two pros and then to have the three of you service them."

"Shit, dad," exclaimed PJ again. "I smell like piss, cum and sweat. Shouldn't I clean up first?"

"No time, boy. Besides, these guys like their boy's reeking of sweat and cum and if they can't handle a little piss, fuck 'em."

PJ quickly ran back into the private room and grabbed his jeans. He struggled to get them on over his damp and sticky body. As he did, his dad apologized to Bob for stealing his cocksucker, but the man told him not to worry that he had two others in the next room. PJ managed to get his semi-erect cock back into his pants, but didn't bother with the zipper or his shirt. The two men and the boy said their farewells.

Bob watched the sexy kid climb into the back seat of the SUV. Even from a distance of thirty feet, he clearly saw at least one hand slide into the open fly of PJ's jeans. Bob closed the door and walked back into the playroom. He wondered which of his boy's deserved the load of cum PJ had so skillfully worked up.

"I wonder," he thought aloud, "which of those two stuffed boy-cunts can stretch to handle old dad?" He gripped his hard cock and gave it a couple strokes. "Winner gets the creamy prize!"

I live in on the South Coast of the UK in a fairly large town called Eastbourne. The town is fairly active from a gay point of view but the real good times come with the Summer Holiday Season. At this time of year large numbers of young students from all over Europe come and stay with local families. I have to say there are some horny sights to see in the town centre at this time of year.

My story concerns last seasons events, and I have been trying to get this down on paper for a while so here goes.

It was a warm sunny Sunday afternoon and I was out wandering along the seafront just enjoying the sea and the atmosphere. I sat down near the band stand and as the tide was in passed some pleasant minuets throwing stones into the flat calm sea. About 10mins after I sat down a group of guys and girls arrived and set up on the shingle in front of me. From their language I recognized that they were French. Two guys in particular caught my eye. One was about 18yrs old, not very tall about 5'1" with cropped mousey blond hair. He has a gorgeous tanned body which I caught glimpses of as he larked around with the other. This lad was about 20yrs old and quite heavy built obviously a sports player of some sort. He had short dark hair and tanned and really hairy legs. Both wore baseball caps and "T" shirts with the arms cut out together with shorts. The shorts were very baggy and as they played about I caught the odd fleeting glimpse of balls and cock as neither appeared to be wearing underpants.

My knob began to stir and I sighed inwardly realising that the two lads were properly well beyond any ideas I might have for them. I resigned myself to watching them and there friends and taking a few more sunny rays before setting off back into town.

I had some chores in town to complete so I left the beach about 45mns after the group arrived. However, my mind was not on the tasks I had to compete. Instead I had a definite tug of the horny monster and I soon realised that I needed to unload or go mad. Eastbourne does not have many cruising spots or cottages but the Coach Station loos where usually a good bet. I decided to take the chance and see what happened.

Entering the large main urinal area I saw that there was no one in so I moved to the closet side of the building. There are 8 cubicles here and all have a glory hole of some sort. The far cubical door was closed so I entered the adjacent one. I sat down and the quiet of the moment was broken only my some muffled sounds from next door. Carefully I looked through the small hole on the wall that side. All I could see was the top of a smooth leg gently rocking back and forward. It was obvious two guys were in there as the leg was facing away from the door and in a standing position. I watched for a while, the sight making me feel hornier and I let my straining cock free. The noise from next door became more recognisable after a while and I realised that the standing person was being given a BJ.

The leg then moved and I caught a glimpse of the face sucking. My heart jumped into my mouth, it was the younger of the two lads I had seen earlier. I had to see what was happening so took my life in my hands and got up onto the toilet bowl to see if I could see over. Slowly I looked and to my amazement saw that it was in fact both of the two lads from earlier. I must have been a little dazed because I didn’t dart back in time as the older lad looked up at me. Oh god I thought, now there's going to be trouble. However, he just smiled and in perfect English said, "Good, yes" and winked at me. Talk about knock me over with a feather and call me Susan! I was gobbed smacked.

The other lad looked up and also in English said, "You come and join" I said, "I'm 35 guys bit old for you" Both shook their heads and the older guy opened the cubicle door. I was still a little uncertain but quickly moved in. The older guy grabbed me and planted a long lingering French kiss onto my dry lips. A later learned that he was called Francis and his friend Lauren. As Francis kissed me I felt Lauren unzipping my fly and puling out by still hard cock. I was weeping quite a bit of pre-cum and he began to lick this up which turned my knob into a steel pole. I then realised both lads were naked. Both had smooth bodies with Francis obviously beginning to show the results of his sports activities. He played Rugby in told me. His cock was a good 6.5 inches long with a tuft of dark black hair crowning it. His foreskin was pulled right back leaving a pink groove to compliment a glistening helmet on a shaft that was slightly dark in colour. He moved his mouth to my nipples and began nipping and sucking them while my hand played gently up and down his shaft.

Lauren was till on my cock as he sat on the toilet seat. I looked down at him and saw he also had a smashing knob. It was again about the same as mine and Francis but quite thin and he was, like me, circumcised. He had no hair at all and later admitted that Francis shaved him on a regular basis although he had very little pubic hair anyway.

I moved back from Francis and then bent over to take his knob into my mouth, just before I let Lauren remove my T Shirt and let my jeans and boxers fall the floor. Francis leaned back against the door and closed his eyes as I licked and sucked round his weapon. As I had to bend over to do this, my arse hole was presented to Lauren who immediately began to rim me. I was in heaven at last!!

I continued to suck on Francis slipping first one then two fingers into his willing arse feeling forward for his prostrate. As I did this I felt cock on the outside of my hole and then the hot feeling as the head entered my arse then in one thrust the whole length was up me. Lauren was fucking me like a pro. His hand reached round and began to wank my cock to the thrusts of his. I lost all sense of time and place sucking on one guy while the other fucked me. Francis’s knob began to produce more and more salty pre-cum and before I knew it he was blowing a hot and very thick load into my mouth. He came so much I found it difficult to swallow and at the same time Laurens thrusts became more intense before I felt is cock twitch and a hot jet of spunk hit my insides. It was strange as it actually felt boiling hot as he came.

I still had some of Francis's cum on my chin and lips and he kissed me again licking it all off. Lauren withdrew and both took hold of me and knelt in front taking my cock in their hands and mouths. Together they brought me to an intense and usually for me, explosive spunking, both devouring my spunk as fast as it spurted out. Then we gathered together and kissed and held each other letting the moment flow over us before I suddenly came back to earth with a crunch. Christ I though, we are in a public loo and goodness only knows who has heard us.

Nobody has of course and we all left together heading for the nearest pub for a drink and chat. It was the beginning of a good summer.

I had been going to a certain bathhouse for a while and was getting very bored there. It seemed that either I was just too picky or the guys there were just too old for me. But this particular night was different. I went after finishing my finals at school. I was mentally fatigued but physically excited. Horny is a better word. I decided that I wanted to get a little crazy. So I clean myself really well. I also used my fingers to get myself ready for my ass to be filled with something special. I even got out a butt plug and put it in me for a while to loosen things up even more.

As I drove there, I started to get nervous about what I was doing. I was questioning myself about doing it with guys. I had only been with a few guys before but something inside me really did enjoy it. When I got there I sat in my car. I was once again nervous and have second thoughts about going in. Then I saw a few good-looking guys go in. That made me feel better and actually excited me too. I went in and changed out of by clothes. I walked around the place after I showered. Of course as always things were slow and boring. I then went in the back part, where there are some glory hole rooms. There were a few guys cruising the halls back there. I walked around and then went into a room (booth) that had holes on both sides. I sat down and waited.

After a minute or two, a guy came into the room to my left. I waited and then I stood and put my cock thru the hole. He touched me and then began sucking. It was nice but I wanted something more. I sat back down. Then his cock came thru the hole. At first I was reluctant to do anything. I can be a brat about things. As I sat there I start touching his cock. It was nice but I knew this was an older fat guy. Then another cock came thru the hole on the right side of me. This cock was beautiful. It was a black guy and I think I just have this fantasy that their so sexual. Here was 8-inches dangling in my booth and it wasn't even hard. I turned and began caressing it. Then that cock started growing. It was so hot and as it got harder, I heard him tell me to suck it. Normally no one says much of anything in this place.

His cock was now sticking straight out and was at least nine plus inches in length and that was just on my side of the wall. I couldn't even put my hand all the way around it. I leaned over and tasted him. I was licking the head of this strange cock, then I wrapped my mouth around it and sucked it in my mouth. I was surprised to find that I could actually get my mouth around him. I licked and continued sucking him. It was incredible. I had huge butterflies in my stomach. At times I tried to get him so far in, that my mouth seemed like it was going to tear open. I wanted him all the way down my throat. I tried to deep throat him but I started to gag. He would push up against the back of my mouth. It was like he was fucking my mouth and I was loving it. I had never been so turned on. My cock was hard and throbbing. I have always liked sex with women, but this was totally different. I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Then suddenly from the other glory hole opening, another guy started saying things, too. He would say, "suck that cock, eat that dick, get it wet." "That's right get it in there, lick him good." I found that it made me even hornier. I liked hearing this guy telling me what to do. Then he was saying that I had a great ass. That he wanted it. He told me to put my ass against hole so he could lick it. He said he wanted to fuck me. He began touching my ass as I kept sucking that huge dick. He then put his finger in me and he said, "How hot and sweet it must be." I wanted him to lick me. I stopped sucking and put my ass up against this other hole. The guy started licking and rimming me. It felt so good. I looked back over to see about the other guy with the giant cock, but it was no longer there. I then turned around and got on my knees to pay attention to this new guy. He put his dick in the hole and I placed him in my mouth. This cock was large but after sucking the other cock this was much easier on my mouth. He tasted so good and he had a wonderful musky smell. I could taste his honey coming out of his hole.

As a licked and sucked away, the door to my booth suddenly opened and this guy came right in. I was shocked because this had never happened before. I stood up to protest. This guy was 6'2", built like a football player and I'm only 5'7". He pushed himself up against me. His hard cock brushed up against my own hard dick. I looked up at him and he was gorgeous, his beautiful black skin was wet with perspiration. He had a big smile on his face. His dick was so hard as it poked me in the stomach and chest. I looked down at it and it was the same cock I had been sucking before. But it seemed to be even bigger now. I started to say something to him about getting out but he bent over and started kissing me on my mouth. I had never been kissed by a guy before. I was both shocked and excited. He then put his tongue in my mouth and I started sucking his tongue. It felt like this was so right. My legs were shaking. He sat down and I immediately went down on that beautiful cock of his. I could not think of anything else at this time. I now had my back to the door and was on my knees gobbling up that massive prick.

The door opened once again and another guy came in. I didn't even turn around. All I wanted was this cock that was in my mouth. The guy that came in started rubbing his cock on my ass. It also felt so good. I was sucking the giant cock and wanted to get fucked too. The guy was now sliding his cock between by ass cheeks and under my balls, it felt great. This went on for a little while. But the guy I was sucking told me that he wanted to fuck my tight little ass. I could not think how that thing could even fit inside me. He turned me around and began lick my tight little hole. His tongue felt so good in my hole. He got me real wet and then pulled me down on to lap. He then pushed his cock against my hole. It wouldn't go in at first but then he got out some lube and rubbed it inside me. Then he tried again to put that huge cock inside me. It felt so hot and his cock was leaking his fluid, then he put the head inside me. I started to push back from him when suddenly there was a popping sound and his cock was now totally in me. All nine plus inches worth. It was so incredibly hot. I almost passed-out, I don't know if it was from the pain or the pleasure of it.

He would take hold my hips and raise me up and down on that monster cock. The other guy was now knelling down and watching that giant black dick slide in and out of me. He was like a cheerleader. I must tell you that he was a very cute black guy as well. He was about my size and weight. He started to lick and play with my cock as the guy fucked me up my ass. Then the guy let out a moan and sent a flood of warmth inside me. He was coming and I loved it. I could not believe how wonderful that felt. I was so excited that I squirt my load into that hungry mouth on my cock. The guy in my ass pulled out of me and left the booth. I sat there for a moment trying to catch my breath.

The small cute black guy took me by my hand and told me to come with him to his room. I went with him to his room. Once inside he got down behind me and actually started licking my ass. God it was the best. He was feltching (eating) that cum out of my hot throbbing ass. It was so exciting. He then laid down and I started to get his dick hard and wet with my mouth. I was licking him from his tip to his sack and back. I was like a bitch in heat. I just love the way a black cock looks and feels. It seems that they taste so good. I then got on top of him and slid his dick inside my ass. It was like my ass was inhaling his cock. I rocked back and forth and up and down. I fucked him so good. This was totally hot. I was now like a different person. I couldn't get enough. When this guy came inside me, it was like a volcano. I could not believe how long and how much this guy pumped inside me. I sometimes think that he was pissing in me. It was the hottest cum I had ever felt. That night I finally knew what it was to have a guy make you feel like a woman.

Every couple months I search ads and phone lines for good seeders. I don't really care about height or weight or age. One just has to have one or more of three things. Either an ultra thick dick (natural tears are the best), be able to shoot a huge load, or be a multiple shooter. Also I look for guys who really like to seed a healthy ass. While I do some kink, I am basically a vanilla boy.

So Last month I ended up in an out of town hotel, butt plug in my ass waiting. My first guy showed up, he was 30-ish, very thin and ultra hairy. He had a small dick, but one of those ultra hard rod ones. This man did have the biggest set of balls I had ever seen though. He liked to get sucked a lot first which was cool by me so I went to work while he played with the plug.

In 15 minutes he shot a load in my mouth I couldn't believe. I swallowed, choked and spit. I was a bit pissed for him using the wrong hole, but right after he shot he jumped up, ripped out the plug, and rammed his dick in.

He was a pretty rough fuck--all the way in, all the way out. In no time he shot a huge load up my ass and collapsed on my back. After leaving it in for a few, he pulled out, put the plug back in, and left.

The second guy stood me up.

My last seeder came early. He was 50ish, a big bear of a guy, short dick, but thick as a soda can.

He went to work right away. He pulled the plug out and got excited seeing the previous load. I felt his huge dick head press hard against my ass. After a bit of stretching, (hurt like hell) he sank all the way in, while I let out a yell in the process.

He laughed. While the other guy was silent, this one was verbal, talking about tearing up my ass and breeding me. Every move he made hurt like a bitch, he went in at different angles, punching my walls.

It hurt so bad and felt so good at the same time. After about a half hour of serious ass pounding, he rammed ultra hard and shot his load.

Before he left he rammed the plug up my ass a few times. He wished me well on my hunt and left. I can still feel him if I close my eyes.

So now my ass is off limits for a while so I can get back to my ultra tight self. I just do some sucking for now, and in another month or two I'll start the hunt again.

I was visiting a mid west town and stumbled into a small college gay bar. Not much going on but I did see a few cute young boys drinking it up. That's where I noticed him. A young and tight looking boy maybe 21 drinking it up with his buddies.

I saw him break off and walk to the bathroom so I followed. I could tell walking behind him he was drunk and was hiding a nice ass in his jeans! I pulled up to the urinal next to him and whipped out my semi hard 8 inch cock with a massive head and just left it hanging out as I pissed. Then he looked over at it and looked up and saw me sniffing some kola. He said what's that? I told him Kola, He said "no shit. Never done it before." I turned facing him with my cock and asked want some? He said sure how much. I told him was from out of town and looking for a place to crash we could party and hang out. He said Yeah, His drunk body not thinking of what he just committed to.

We walked out he said goodbye to his friends and we drove back to his apartment on campus. He said he lived alone cause his roommate always stayed with his girlfriend. So I knew this was going to be a good night. We got to his place and we sat on the sofa, I asked for a drink so as he got up I set up some lines - mine with kola his with kola and meth. I blew my lines and he did both of his. Eager, cause for a first time he took a lot. Within minutes I could tell his mind was spent and rolling on the alcohol and drugs. So I offered another line. He eagerly said sure and sniffed down two more long trails of sex dust!

We started to talk about sex. He had only been with two guys, and he had only topped. I knew I wanted it and moved in, I started kissing and undressing him seducing his fucked up mind with my body. He began to slurp on my cock with enjoyment. I let him slurp as I knew his mind would even weaken more. He started to really relax and then I knew he was there for the taking, I pulled off his clothes revealing a young smooth body with a nice pale cock.

He laid back smiling up at me as I moved in licked his cock and began to eat his hole. He moaned and whimpered as I danced my tongue over his tender hole. Tight and smooth I could smell its innocence. I then came up leaving my dripping cock in his crack as I started to kiss him. I paused and looked into his eyes and asked you like that? Yes he whimpered.

My cock head found his hole and pressed into it, I looked him in his eyes and said I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to slid my cock into you're your hard body. He said okay and closed his eyes. I told him to leave them open. And I looked deep into his sole as I pushed my cock hard into his sweet hole. My dick forged a path through his muscle and deep into his body until I could feel my balls slap his ass. I looked into his eyes and told how nice he felt, how warm and hungry his ass was. He smiled. His brain obviously on overload. I smiled at him and kissed him the told how my cock felt, hard, swollen. I looked into his eyes and told him how I was going to fuck his ass and convert it. How my poz cum was going to flow into his body. His eyes just looked up at mine and he smiled. I was in heaven.

I started pumping his ass hard and with furry. I smiled at him and asked if he wanted it, he smiled back and said yes, yes yes. It was hot, I was telling this boy over and over how I was going to poz his hole, convert his ass... He was so fucked up I don't think he thought much about it - he just loved how it felt and laid there and smiled. I love boys in this state. I told him here it comes baby to prepare for a big poz load to poison his hole. My cock began to poor out creamy viral cum deep into his ass. The whole time the boy smiling and asking for it.

I fucked that boy 6 times that night each time giving him a new load of my jizz. After I was done the boy passed out on the bed, spent and used and now pozz. I looked around his place and gathered up some kewl clothes he had, and some tommy undies, and cleaned out his wallet and left.

Non-consentual rape is illegal... This story is for fantasy purposes only...

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Jeff was awakened by the sound of broken glass. He had been sleeping in late enjoying his summer vacation after finishing his junior year of high school. The loud noise of the broken window had startled him out of a deep sleep. Rolling out of bed, he slipped on a pair of underwear and pondered the loud noise. Both of his parents had left two days ago for vacation, and his older sister wasn't due back from her summer college classes until later on in the afternoon. His parent's house was in the country and no other homes or people were close by to making any noise. Puzzled by the sound, he decided to go investigate. As he opened the door to his bedroom and started to walk down the hall, he was surprised to see a big black man crawling through what had been the closed living room window. Instantly seen by the black man, Jeff turned and raced back down the hall to his bedroom and slammed the door. Within seconds he heard the black man outside his door. Even worse, he heard more footsteps, and heard several other sinister voices ordering him to unlock the door. Frightened by the men, who by their voices were obviously black, Jeff was terrified. He forgot about the other door that led to the bathroom that he shared with his older sister's a joining room. His only focus was keeping his bedroom door closed. Concentrating on keeping the bedroom door leading to the hallway closed, Jeff did not hear another black man enter through his sister's room and come into his room through the bathroom.

Standing with his legs spread, trying to keep the other men from breaking down his bedroom door, Jeff presented an erotic sight to the black man who had just escaped from the state prison located fifty miles away. Watching the young white boy pushing against the door trying to stop his friends from entering, Bruce, a two hundred pound convicted rapist watched the white boy standing with his legs spread, ass sticking out. Already filled with adrenaline and joy over his escape from prison, Bruce smiled at the sight of the boy. Feelings his cock growing erect Bruce could think of no better way to celebrate his prison escape than by tearing off a piece of the white teenage ass. Rushing up behind Jeff, Bruce backhanded the white boy on the side of the neck. Not even aware that Bruce was in the room, Jeff was caught by surprise. The karate strike caused his muscles to spasm, causing him to drop to the ground instantly. As the boy whimpered on the floor in shock and pain, Bruce unlocked the bedroom door, allowing his two black friends to enter.

"Shit boys look at this cracker." Bruce said referring to Jeff who was still laying on the ground trying to recover from the sharp pain in his neck.

"Here we need a place to hang out until the heat dies down from all those pigs chasing us, and look, now we got us some entertainment why we is hiding." Then kicking Jeff in the ass, Bruce continued, "I bet this punk white ass is still virgin." Rubbing the front of his prison pants to fondle his cock, Bruce said, "Well nothing like some Alabama bull snake to break in a virgin ass, hey brothers!"

Laughing, the two other men agreed with Bruce. Bending down the men pulled Jeff to his feet, and threw his body facedown, sideways over the small twin sized bed. Pulling his waist over to the side edge of the bed, Bruce held the boy down, while his two friends grabbed shirts hanging from Jeff's closet and ripped the shirts apart. Tying the torn shirts to the metal legs of the bed, they quickly spread Jeff's legs and tied his ankles to the shirts attached to the legs of the bed. Recovering from the blow to his neck, Jeff suddenly tried to stand up and fight the three black men. His efforts were futile, and the black men enjoyed beating the white boy back down on the bed with their fists.

Pushed face down into his bed, Jeff was powerless to stop the strong escaped convicts hovering over his spread-eagled ass. Walking around to the other side of the bed, Bruce grabbed Jeff's arms and quickly tied each wrist with a torn shirt. Pulling the shirt tight, he managed to stretch the boy over his twin size bed, tying the shirt wrapped around Jeff's wrists to the metal legs of the bed. Looking down at the white boy who was now crying laying side ways across the bed, Bruce enjoyed the sight of the white teenager spread out before him. The white boy's ass, still covered in boxer shorts, was sticking up, and the white boy's face, with his pretty mouth, was hanging over the other side of the bed.

The white boy cried, and begged for mercy. "Please don't kill me. My parents have money. You can take anything you want. Please just don't kill me." Not yet realizing the escaped convicts intentions, Jeff continued, "Please you can take anything, I won't tell. I promise I won't tell anyone and I'll do anything you want, just let me live!"

Leroy, a convicted drug dealer walked around to the front of the bed, and pulled Jeff's hair and made him look up. "You mean white boy, that if I don't break that lily-white neck of yours and I let you live, I can take anything I want and you'll do anything to help me?"

"Yes sir! You can take anything you want! Please just don't hurt me."

Leroy continued to toy with his hapless and naive victim. "You mean boy, that you'll do anything, anything at all?"

"Yes Sir anything, anything at all"

As soon as he said those words, Jeff noticed the huge bulges in both Leroy's and Bruce's pants. It was then that he focused on the men's prison uniforms, and Jeff suddenly recalled all the horror stories he had heard about what convicts do to young men in prison. Jeff gulped in shock as his fear of death became replaced with the fear of being raped. His body shook in fright at the thought of being raped by the three big black men. Watching Leroy reach down and fondle his cock through his jeans, Jeff knew that the three men had tied him like this on purpose. He had heard about getting butt-fucked, yet he had never thought such a thing would happen to him. Only fag's let other men touch them, and Jeff never would have thought he'd be fucked by another man, let alone, three black men. Jeff, already beaten by the men, knew that he couldn't escape and he feared what the men would do next. As he laid on the bed he trembled and whispered. "Please Oh no. Not that, please."

A moment later, Leroy confirmed Jeff's worst fears. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled out his cock, and walked up to his white captive. The huge ten-inch black cock stood at attention only inches away from Jeff's face. Jeff gulped as he stared at the black one-eyed monster jutting before his face. Leroy' cock was huge, and Jeff shivered and watched as the cock moved as Leroy stroked the big organ. Surely, Jeff thought, it would be impossible for that cock to fit up his tight little ass.

"Yeah, white boy that is all for you" Leroy snorted as he fondled his dick. "You did say white boy that you wanted to live and you be willing to do anything, if we didn't kill you. Well I reckon we can let you live. But ya' got to help us. Help us celebrate our escape from prison. Open your mouth and pleasure me, and let me see how much you want to live. You suck real good boy. You kiss my dick and you show me how much you value your life by sucking down my manly seed, and I think we can let ya' live to see tomorrow. Now open wide boy!"

Jeff, staring at the huge black cock, the first black cock he had ever seen, heard Leroy's words, but the demand seemed impossible. With tears rolling down his checks, Jeff begged. "No, No, please, anything but that." Looking around the room for mercy, he saw the other two men undressing, and he noted their big black dicks sticking out from their waist. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't do this he pleaded and begged.

Enjoying the sight of the white boy sobbing on the bed, Alton, who was a sadistic pimp and killer who had been convicted of murdering a prostitute for failing to earn enough money, pulled his belt off his jeans. "Shit Leroy, ya' offer this here boy a chance to live and he won't even suck ya' dick. Well, let me teach this honky some respect and gratitude. Reaching down, he grasped the underwear covering Jeff's virgin ass, and ripped the material in two. Throwing the underwear aside, Alton placed his hands over the globes of Jeff's upturned ass. Spreading the boy's ass checks he admired Jeff's small anal opening. Kneaded Jeff's ass he commented "Oh yeah, that's a fine ass you gots there boy." Feeling the hands caressing his butt checks, Jeff struggled against his bounds and begged for mercy.

Alton, enjoying the feel of the boy's tight, muscular ass cheeks, kept on talking. "Hey man, when I was in the city, I would get these young white boys running away from home. Man I would break them in hard. Raping there little asses and make them drink my sperm for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Every morning, I'd drown their throats in my piss before I rammed my cock, and then my hand, up their ass. Man, you should have heard how they screamed when I fisted their little ass holes. After I got them use to sitting their tight little asses on the end of my cock, and got them to enjoy the feel of my dick sticking down their throat, I'd have them begging for dick. Then I'd introduce them to heroin, and put `em out on the street selling their tight little bodies, while I raked in the money. Man, those old white men in their three-piece suits and BMW's would be paying good money to beat, torture and fuck some little lost white boy like this kid. Why those boys were stuck on the ends of men's cocks almost eight hours a night. The only down side was that after having load after load of sperm shot up and down their asses and throats they'd be used up in no time. It was bad for business because it didn't take too long before they got beat real bad or they got AIDS or some other fucked up disease. Then I'd have to get rid of them, either sell them to another pimp, or if they was likely to call the cops, make them have an accidental heroin overdose. But man, why they was healthy and good looking, like this kid, I'd be living the good life. These little white boys made even more money them those little white bitches I'd get." Releasing the boy's ass cheeks, Alton placed two of his fingers in his mouth, and then after wetting his fingers, spread Jeff's ass cheeks. Shoving his two fingers a inch up Jeff's ass, he laughed as the boy screamed and moved his hips up, involuntarily raising his ass to met the prodding digits. Moving his fingers around, Alton examined the crying boy's asshole. "Oh hey, that's fine brown eye." Alton said "Looks virgin too." Then without any concern for Jeff, he rammed his two fingers completely up the boy's rectum.

Jeff bucked up and down as his virgin ass was torn open by the thrusting and wiggling fingers. "Oh god that hurts. Please stop! Please stop sir, please!" Jeff screamed as he bucked up and down, trying to force the fingers out of his asshole. Alton ignored Jeff's pleas and repeatedly shoved his fingers in and out of the boy's ass. "Yeap, look at this boy. Moving all about like my fingers are killing him. He's virgin alright. Wait until he gets one up the ass, then he'll really have something to scream about!" Pushing his hand as hard as he could, he made Jeff's hips rise up and down off the bed as the boy suffered through the cruel fingering. Over the pain, Jeff heard Bruce laugh cruelly and say, "He might be virgin now, but he won't but for long!"

Pulling his fingers out the boy's ass, Alton jumped up on the bed, and grabbed a handful of Jeff's hair. Pulling the boy's head up by the hair, Alton pushed Jeff's face into Leroy's crotch. "White boy, my man said you could live, but ya' got to suck his cock. Now boy, ya' said you'd do anything. Anything means ya' open up that pretty white mouth of yours and pleasure my friend here." Slapping Jeff on the side of his head, Alton screamed "Open ya' mouth boy and suck my fingers clean that been up your stinky ass. Then once ya' get done, ya' can suck my main man's cock!"

When Jeff shook his head in refusal, Alton pushed the boy's head down into the mattress and got off the bed. "You was warned boy!" Alton snarled. "Leroy you just hold your cock in front of that honky and I promise you he'll be sucking on you dick like he has been wanting to do it all his life."

Then without any warning, Alton picked up his belt and raised it over his head. When the belt slammed onto Jeff's bare ass, Jeff's body arched, and his arms and legs pulled desperately against his bonds. Jeff's screams of terror and pain vibrated the bedroom windows. "Aggh, Oh, God no! Please No. Please stop, I will..." Before he could even finish his cry for mercy, Alton brought the belt back down, slamming the leather into the boy's succulent ripe flesh.

Jeff's ass was on fire and throbbing in pain as Alton repeatedly brought the belt down across his ass cheeks. Each time Jeff's mind exploded with pain as the leather belt crashed into his body. The leather belt wrapped around to smash into his hips and sides, conforming to the shape of his waist. Jeff squirmed underneath Alton's lashes, screaming and begging for mercy as he tried to move his ass from side to side to avoid the stinging belt, and relieve the burning pain. But there was no getting away from the belt. Alton had whipped dozens of his prostitutes, both males and females, and he always enjoyed the sight of a white ass turning bright red from the kisses of a leather belt. Alton aimed carefully, and after several dozen powerful blows of his belt, the white boy's ass was glowing bright red. Seeing that the belting was starting to leave faint black and blue marks on the boy's whipped ass, Alton adjusted his blows. Still swinging the belt with all his might, Alton targeted the back of the boy's upper thighs. The young, naked boy thrashed in his bonds and begged for mercy as new areas of pain assaulted his mind. Alton, like a fine craftsman repeatedly whipped the boy, adjusting his blows to find new area's to torment. When the screaming boy's thighs grew red, Alton redirected the belt and brought the belt down onto the white boy's upper back. The belt smashing over his ribs and spine caused the boy to arch his back in pain. His screams, which had been growing weak as the boy became exhausted under the steady assault, suddenly returned to their original ear-shattering loudness. "Oh god please stop! He begged as he sobbed and tried to regain his breath. 'Please stop. I'll suck you. I'll do anything! Please just stop the hurting!" Ignoring the boy's cries, he brought the belt down to crash into the small of Jeff's lower back. The boy continued screaming and begging for mercy, as his body was viciously whipped and pelted by the leather belt.

Growing tired and knowing that the boy's spirit had been crushed, Alton dropped the belt and climbed up on top of the crying boy. Running his hands up the boy's beaten back, he placed his cock between the boy's ass cheeks and straddled his ass. Grabbing a handful of the white boy's blond hair, he pulled back the crying boy's face, and raised it up to face Leroy's large cock.

Smiling, Leroy moved his cock in front of the white boy's round lips, and said, "Open wide boy. You better lick me good, and I better not feel any of those pearly-white teethes of yours on my dick." Whimpering with pain and humiliation as he stared at the huge black cock only inches away from his nose, Jeff opened his mouth. Thrusting forward, Leroy moved his cock past Jeff's lips and felt his cock gliding over the white boy's hot wet tongue. Moaning with pleasure, Leroy filled Jeff's mouth with his big black cock. The thrill of the boy's wet tongue moving under his hard cock made Leroy shudder in pleasure. "Oh yeah, boy suck my dick." Wrapping his hands behind the white boy's head, Leroy grabbed a handful of the boy's hair. Getting a good solid grip the boy, he made sure that the boy would be unable to move his head, and so he would be powerless to stop his cock from ramming into the back of his mouth. Then without warning, he rammed his cock deep into the white boy's throat. Feeling the huge staff of black meat moving past his tonsils and into his throat, Jeff tried desperately to escape the huge cock stabbing into his throat. Gagging on the thick slab of meat, he had to fight his natural reaction to throw up as the rock-hard cock pounded past the back of his mouth, going deep into his throat. Unable to speak with his mouth so full of the black man's cock, he couldn't even scream in protest. The only sound heard beyond Leroy's grunts of pleasure were Jeff's muffled whimpers of protest and the bed springs moving as Jeff's body tried to push away and escape from the mattress. But there was no escaping from his spread-eagled position or anyway to stop the black man from brutally using his mouth and throat to pleasure his long black dick.

Both Bruce and Alton watched transfixed as their partner used the white boy for his personal sexual satisfaction. They all laughed when, without warning, Leroy stopped moving his huge slab of cock meat in and out of the boy's throat. Leroy's balls rested on the white boy's chin as he kept his black log lodged in the back of the white boy's throat. Unable to breathe, Jeff squirmed on the bed, and desperately tried to turn his head to get the cock out of his air passage. Remembering the black man's threats though, Jeff kept his teeth off the black man's huge cock. The beating had taken all his pride and sense of strength away, and he knew he was powerless to stop the black man from blocking his airway. After waiting two full minutes and enjoying the sight of the boy's face grow red and then white from lack of oxygen, Leroy reluctantly pulled his cock completely out of the boy's throat and mouth. Watching the white boy gasp for air, Leroy rubbed his cock over the white boy's forehead and cheeks. Rubbing his cock over his nose, he could not help but admire the boy's feminine looking facial features, and his back and ass facing towards the ceiling. Noting that the boy's body was firm, with a nice muscle tone, yet lacking body hair on his back, ass, and legs, Leroy thought of how this boy would make a big hit in the prison block. Or he thought, as he placed his cock against the boy's lips, a big hit on the street pimping and pumping his tight little ass for some old white man's greenbacks. Yeah Leroy thought, Alton was right, this white boy could make a pimp rich selling his tight little ass and wet mouth to a bunch of rich white dudes. Wouldn't that be a historical twist of fate? A nigger selling a white boy into slavery. Hey, Leroy thought, we should sell this white boy into fucking slavery and make him a prostitute. But first Leroy thought he was going to get some personal revenge for the white judge and jury that sent him to prison. "Suck my nigger dick white boy. Suck me good!"

Pushing his cock past the boy's red lips, Leroy felt his cock slide over the top of the boy's tongue. Pushing forward he stopped when the back of the boy's throat surrounded the head of his cock. Then moaning in pleasure, he rammed his hips forward, once again driving his cock back into the boy's face. Back and forth he moved his cock over the boy's tongue, power fucking his cock deep into the boy's throat. Only briefly stopping his assault every minute or so to let the boy catch his breath, Leroy used the boy's hot, wet mouth to satisfy his carnal lust. The sight of the boy's tears and his muffled cries only added to his sadistic pleasure.

Listening to the crying boy, and watching Leroy's spit drenched cock sliding in and out of the white boy's pretty face was too much for Alton. He had moved off the white boy to get a better view of Leroy raping his face. After watching the cock moving back and forth between the boys lips, and enjoying the sight of the boys cheeks puffing in and out on Leroy's dick, Alton decided that it was time to try the boy on for himself. Walking back behind the white boy's spread- eagled legs, he quickly undressed. Dropping his clothes to the floor, he stroked his hardened cock before he grabbed the boy's red, beaten ass cheeks. Feeling the boy's tight ass meat, he squeezed his hands into the meaty globes. Pulling the boy's cheeks apart, Alton peered down at the boy's tiny virgin asshole. "Virgin ass" Alton thought. "Ain't had no virgin ass for a long time. I am going to split this crackers ass wide open. I can't wait to feel the heat of body squeezing my dick. Now let's get started." Licking three fingers on one hand, Leroy moved his fingers down to the boy's crinkled opening. Sticking the tip of his index finger into the boy's ass, Alton started sinking his finger deep into the boy's tight ass. The white boy, sucking on the cock lodged in his throat, groaned as he felt the new invasion of his body. Squirming and tightening his muscles he tried to dislodge the invading digit plowing up his ass. But he was powerless to stop the black man from ramming first one, then two, and finally three fingers into his ass. Alton thrust his fingers deep inside the boy's anal cavity, drawing a gasp from Jeff. Alton felt the tightness delightedly. Oh, it would be such fun opening this boy up!

Noting the tight dry ass, Alton asked Bruce to look in the bathroom for any type of lubricant. Bruce quickly found a tube of KY jelly in Jeff's sister's bathroom articles, and he returned to hand the tube to Alton.

Fingering the boy's ass, Alton watched Leroy thrusting his hips forward as he feed his cock in and out of the boy's face. Pounded in and out of the boy's mouth, Leroy held the back of Jeff's head in a death grip with his strong black hands. Leroy quickened his thrust, moving his cock over the boy's tongue and deep into the boy's wet mouth and throat. Grunting, Leroy shuddered as his body was racked by an orgasm and his cum exploded from the head of his cock. His cum shot into Jeff's open mouth.

Jeff's throat and his mouth flooded with the hot, sticking cum of the big black man fucking his face. Gagging, he tried to avoid swallowing the salty cum filling his mouth. But Leroy held the boy's head firmly against his crotch as his cock shoot wave after wave of hot cum into the boy's throat. Jeff, disgusted by his first taste of man seed, could not dislodge the big prick shoved into his mouth, and had no other choice but to swallow the hot slime down.

Finishing his climax, Leroy, slowly pulled his softening cock past Jeff's lips. Watching the head of his cock trailing a line of cum over Jeff's lips, Leroy slapped the boy on top of the head. "Ya' first mouthful of cum boy! You done good but you'll get better. You'll be getting plenty of practice sucking cock boy, you can bet on that. Now, you better lick my cum off ya' lips. Don't let any of my seed go to waste! Ya' better get use to that taste too white boy! Because from now on, you ain't nothing but a nigger's sperm receptacle. Yeah, white boy, you is going to be turned into a pin cushion for big black dicks" Slapping the boy on the side of the head again, he asked, "Ya understand me boy?" Grunting in pain from the slaps, and the intrusion of Alton's fingers deep in his ass, Jeff, breathing down a throat rubbed raw by Leroy's brutal throat rape, moaned "Yes Sir, I understand." He then darted his tongue between his lips, and licked the last of the man's slick sperm off of his lips. Then moving the sticky seed across his tongue, he moaned as he swallowed the black man's salty seed.

Pulling his fingers from the white boy's ass, Alton spread KY Jelly on the boy's crinkled hole. Admiring how the boy's spirit was already broken, Alton smiled as he thought of all the fun he was going to have raping and torturing this young boy. By the time he got done with this white boy, the boy would be totally crushed, and if he let the boy live, the boy would be a whore to any man who wanted to fuck his ass or face. Ramming the lotion up the boy's tight ass with two fingers, Alton positioned himself behind the boy's upturned ass. Removing his fingers from the white boy's ass, he moved his hands over the boy's firm ass, and up the small of his back, exploring the boy's firm body. Moving his hands back down, he placed his hands onto the boy's waist, before he dropped his weigh down onto the helpless boy. Sticking out his tongue, he licked and kissed the back of the boy's neck as he moved his hips to position his cock right between the boy's baby smooth ass cheeks.

Jeff groaned as the fingers spread the cold KY Jelly up his stretched ass. Suddenly, the fingers were gone, and Jeff felt the black man's hands move all over him. Then he felt the black man's weight on the bed as the man began to crawl over him. Suddenly Jeff felt the black man's hairy chest against his back, and then the man's body crushed him down into the mattress. Trying to adjust to the big man's crushing weight, Jeff shivered when he felt the black man's tongue move over his neck, and he then felt something hot, long and hard pressing between his butt checks. He moaned in terror as he felt the man's huge hot rod positioned between his ass cheeks. Swallowing with fear, Jeff felt the huge hot log pulse against his ass, and he knew that the huge pole of burning cock was going to be shoved up his ass. Crying with renewed energy and terror, Jeff begged the black man not to rape him. "Please sir, not that. Please, I will suck you. I'll do anything you want, but not that. I'm not gay. Your are too big! Please don't do that to me."

Alton, enjoying the pleasure of total control, whispered in the ear of the tied captive lying spread-eagled before him. "But white boy I have to hurt you and I am going to fuck you. I am going to make you gay, boy." Then talking louder in a cruel voice, he taunted his rape victim. "I will do anything I want to you boy! You fucking worthless piece of white trash, I don't care what you want! And I know that you're going to do any fucking thing that I want, because if you don't I'll break your fucking neck. Now you little piece of shit, I am going to fuck that honky virgin ass of yours so hard you won't be able to sit down for a month. Why I is gonna turn you into one first class cock sucking, dick taking faggot."

Rubbing his cock back and forth between Jeff's butt checks, he continued to torment Jeff. "Now I want you to scream real good for me when I ram my cock up your ass and make you my woman. And I want you to beg me to stop hurting you just like my people use to do when you honky- mother-fuckers use to beat us when we was slaves. Well white boy, I am going to get me personal revenge by plugging your white ass and making you my faggot bitch. If you don't want me to kill ya', you better be begging for me to fuck you while I shove my dick up your ass. Yeah white boy, gonna turn your ass into a pussy. You better move real good too white boy, because the only thing that's keeping you alive is your ability to pleasure my cock! Now get ready for it white boy, because here it COMES!"

Without any other warning, Jeff felt Alton lift his upper body off his back, and the tip of Alton's cock move against the crinkled opening of his asshole. Then, the black man pushed his hot log forward with all his might. Jeff's asshole tightened with fear and pain as the cock tried to spear into his butt hole. Eager to fuck the white boy, Alton continued to push forward until the head of his lubricated nine-inch cock slid past Jeff's tight sphincter muscles. Jeff screamed in pain as the tip of the big, hot cock battered past his ass muscles and burned up into his tight ass. "Aggg shit, it hurts! Take it out!" Jeff screamed as his bowels and lower body was racked in pain. "It's too big. Ohh shit, it hurts. No more, no more! Please don't go so fast!" Jeff begged for mercy as he frantically pulled at his bonds and tried to move his ass away from the invading intruder. The tight restraints and mattress kept him trapped under the black man and there was no escape from the cock burning ferociously up his virgin ass.

Feeling as if the end of a baseball bat had just been rammed up his butt, Jeff wiggled on the bed in pain and torment.

His cock surrounded by Jeff's soft, tight ass, Alton relished the pleasure of the young boy's hot body. Laughing at the boy's frantic but unsuccessful attempts to avoid his assault, Alton dropped his weight down onto the young boy, and continued to press his cock into the boy's tight up turned ass. Then, readjusting himself, he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, and pushed his upper body off the hapless boy. All the while Alton slowly pushed his cock forward into Jeff's tight asshole. Alton sank three then four inches of his long, thick cock up the white boy's ass. Pushing his upper body completely off the white boy, he looked down at his cock. Marveling at the sight of the boy's ass swallowing his cock and the feel of the hot body wrapped around his cock, he admired the contrast of his dark black skin against the blonde boy's fair ass and pink, stretched asshole. Caressing the white boy's smooth ass cheeks that still glowed from the lashes of the belt, Alton sank another two inches of cock up the boy's anus. While Alton's cock moved deeper, the boy sobbed in horrific pain, and tears rolled down his face as six inches of black cock was shoved up his asshole.

Moving his hands up Jeff's back, Alton stretched his body over Jeff's body, and covered the white boy under his massive black frame. Licking the boy's ears and running his tongue across the side of Jeff's face, Alton softly whispered into the white boys ear "You have all my cock up your ass, would you like me to pull my cock out of your ass now?" Crushed under the big man laying on top of him, Jeff quivered in pain. His lower body felt as if it was being ripped in half by a hot metal pole, and he could hardly breath under the big man's weight. Jeff begged his rapist to pull out. "Oh, take it out. Please take out!" he panted.

With only six inches of his nine-inch cock up the boy's rump, Alton continued to tease the boy "Would you promise to suck my cock and lick your shit that got on my cock off if I pull out? Would you then suck my dick and swallow all my sperm if I pull out?"

Racked by cramps in his lower stomach as the hot cock continued to move from side to side in his ass, Jeff begged for mercy. "Yes sir, I'll do anything, anything, please just take it out!"

"I want to help you boy, but you have to tell me what you want. Tell me what you'll do for me if I take my cock out of your ass" Alton asked.

"I'll suck your dick. I'll take you in my mouth and swallow your sperm. Please just take it out!" Jeff begged.

"Well" Alton said, "Your asshole sure is dirty. Will you lick your shit off my cock before you swallow my sperm?" Then rotating his hips, he moved his massive cock around inside Jeff's tight ass causing the boy excruciating pain "Let me hear what you'll do for me white boy. Tell me how my dick is too big for your virgin ass and it hurts you so much that you want to suck my big nigger cock and lick your shit off my big beautiful cock. Tell me, how you love the feel of big nigger cock in your mouth. Yeah, you tell me how you want my big dick to rub across your tongue and how you want to eat my sperm. Tell me what a faggots you are, and how you dream of nigger dick filling your mouth with hot cum. Do it now boy or else!" Alton then cruelly moved his hips back and forth, stretching the boy's anus even more.

"Aggh!!!" Jeff screamed. "Please I'll do anything, anything. Your big dick is too big for my virgin butt. Please take it out! I want to suck your big nigger cock and I want to lick the shit off your cock. I want to tongue your big nigger cock and taste your sperm! I love big nigger cock down my throat. I am a faggot, so please sir, let me suck your dick!"

Placing his hands between Jeff's shoulder blades, Alton used his strong black arms to push his upper body off of Jeff's back. "Well white boy, since you said please, I'll take my cock out of your ass." Pulling his hips back, he removed all but the head of his cock out of the boy's tightly stretched ass.

Jeff whimpered with pain as the big cock tore back out of his asshole. The cock moving back caused friction and more pain to his already skewered butt. Longing for the relief of the hot cock to leave his sore bottom, he begged Alton to finish taking the head of his cock out of his stretched asshole. "Please don't stop! Please take it out all the way out. Please take your cock out of my ass and let me suck your cock. Please!"

Smiling sadistically at Bruce and Leroy who were quietly watching Alton tease and play with their unlucky victim, Alton lowered his hands to the boy's hips. "Ya' know what white boy. It isn't nice to call black people niggers! Why, you is some type of white boy. Here I was, going to do you some sort of favor and let you suck my cock instead of me tearing your asshole up with my big cock, and you go and call me nigger! Well white boy it ain't nice to call colored folks niggers and I am going to have to teach you some manners!"

Jeff, realizing how he had been tricked, started crying "But you wanted me to say nigger! Please sir, I won't say it again! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please just let me suck your dick. Please don't fuck me! I will make you feel good, please just me..."

"Whack!" Alton slapped Jeff in the back of the head, and told him "Shut up white boy. I know you'll do anything I want! And I told you it ain't nice to be saying nigger. Now I am going to nigger your ass. Yes sir, I am going to show you why so many white women likes us black men. Yep, we got big dicks and we can fuck for forever. Get ready for it white boy, here comes the fuck of your life!"

Without any other warning, Alton grabbed Jeff's hips and rammed his cock forward. All nine inches of thick black cock slid into his ass. Jeff screamed and his body bucked and withered in pain as the powerfully built man brutally shoved all of the big cock deep into his virgin ass.

"NOOO!" the ravished boy screamed. "It's killing me! Please God, it hurts, please stop!"

"It hurts so bad! Please, Take it out!"

"Please. No more!"

Pulling back, Alton admired the heat of the boy's ass, and smiled at the thought of the virgin boy's blood on his cock. The boy's cries for mercy were music to his ears. Free from prison, he knew there were no guards around to spoil his fun, and the boy could make as much noise as wanted. This was going to be one of the best fucks he had in a long time, and just like old times, he was going to enjoy terrorizing his hapless victim. Pulling seven inches of his cock out of the boy's ass, he stopped and waited for the boy's cries of mercy to diminish. When the boy stopped begging for mercy, and when his sobs had quieted, Alton without warning, violently jammed all of his cock back into the boy's ass. The boy's bound body tightened as the cock invaded deep up into his body and his whimpering and screams for mercy again filled the room. As Alton rode on top of the boy, he enjoyed the pleasure of his balls slapping up against the boy's ass cheeks. Alton could feel the boy's ass muscles constricting, trying to adjust to the massive cock buried in his rear. As he fucked the boy's ass, Alton marveled in the heat squeezing and pleasuring his cock. Running his hands up over Jeff's back, Alton enjoyed the feel of the boy's thrashing young body as it tried to escape his cock. Ain't nothing like virgin boy butt to make a cock happy Alton thought.

For Jeff, the experience was anything but pleasurable. "Please sir" Jeff begged. "Stop! Please don't hurt me anymore! I beg you to please stop. My ass is tore. Please, I beg of you, take it out! The pain is so bad!"

"Shut up white boy! You'll take my cock, and before long you'll even like it. Hearing the boy sobbing for mercy, and hearing the boy's voice wracked with pain as he pleaded for mercy, Alton's enjoyed his rape of the boy's tight, hot ass.

Placing his hands back on the boy's shoulders, Alton then began a brutal assault on the boy's anus. Holding his body tightly against the boy's back, he hammered his cock in and out of the boy's tight ass. Without let up, he power rammed his cock back and forth in the boy's ass with all his strength. Remembering the white whore who had testified against him in court to get him convicted of killing that fourteen year-old white female hooker who he had fucked to death with an ax handle, Alton plowed into the white boy with deep painful strokes of revenge.

Unable to escape, and with his pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears, Jeff could only lay there as the black man frantically moved his big cock in and out of Jeff's torn and bleeding ass. Buffeted by wave after wave of excruciating pain, Jeff was reduced to moaning as the big cock moved in and out of his ass. Every time, the black man raped his cock into Jeff's ass, Jeff would moan. As the cock moved back out of his abraded and torn ass chute, the white boy would grunt with pain. In and out Alton worked his cock, never once caring for the white boy that he had pinned to the bed. As the giant tool moved up the white boy's ass, the boy's pain increased, and his screams and moaning grew louder. The increased screams from the boy caused, Alton to laugh and he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. Alton could careless about the misery of the white boy he had pinned to the bed. White kids were for fucking, and this boy was going to get fucked good!

As the giant tool moved back and forth, deep in his ass, the white boy's pain increased, and his moaning grew louder. The increased sounds of torment from the boy caused Alton to snicker as he redoubled his assault on the tortured boy's ass. As the boy withered in agony, lost in a sea of torment and humiliation, Alton began to pant with excitement. The boy as he withered in pain and tried to escape his rapist, was unintentionally tightened his ass muscles. The muscles caressing his cock felt so good to Alton, and the boy's struggles only added to the black man's pleasure as he drilled his cock in and out of the white boy's ass. Drenched in sweat, Alton felt his climax approaching. Alton, dug his hands into the boy's shoulders, and he hammered his cock forward, leaving it deep within the boy's ass. He suddenly raised his upper body off the boy, and gave out a mighty shout as his cock quivered and shot its seed deep into the teenager's tight ass. Alton's body shuddered in pleasure as his wad shot deep into Jeff's white ass.

Alton collapsed on top of the moaning boy he had just fucked. Keeping his cock buried in the white boy's ravished hole, he felt his cock draining all of his sperm into the boy's rectum. Resting atop the spread-eagled boy, Alton regained his breath. Then slowly, he pushed his sweaty body off the boy, and pulled his softening cock out of the boy's ass. Removing his cock with a loud pop from the boy's ass, Alton smiled at the boy's ass hole. Alton had fucked the boy so hard and stretched his ass so wide, that the boy's sphincter muscle was unable to close all the way. His asshole was stretched wide open and Alton could see his sperm deep inside the boy's torn and bloody asshole.

Not that his ass would be empty for very long. As soon as Alton stood out of the way, Bruce stepped up behind Jeff's spread ass. Slapping the boy's red ass cheeks, Bruce placed his cock against Jeff's already torn and battered hole, and placed his hands on the boy's hips. In one monstrous thrust, he buried his eight-inch dick deep into the crying boy ass. Not even giving the boy a chance to adjust to the wider cock now ravaging his hole, Bruce buried his cock to the balls.

"Shit, that's fine pussy you got there boy!" he muttered as he moved his hips back, and totally removed his cock from the boy's tight ass. Then again he rammed his cock back into the boy's torn hole, moving his cock in out of the boy's ass.

Jeff screamed with agony at the new assault viciously spearing his once virgin asshole. Climbing up onto the bed, with his cock still buried deep up the boy's ass, Bruce immediately clapped a hand over the youth's mouth. Then he began to jack hammer his penis into the boy's tight, near virginal buns.

His body twisting from side to side with the pain of the wicked penetration, Jeff yelped into the hand covering his mouth. As the last few minutes filled his mind with pain, he continued to cry. He'd never been prepared for anything like this. He'd never dreamt he'd be used this way. The tears poured down his face as the cock slammed into his rectum, tearing the already battered delicate tissues of his bum hole.

Bruce pumped excitedly into the tight ass of the boy. He'd had many men in prison, but very few who had just lost their virginity, and certainly none like this boy. His testicles slapped against the lower cheeks of Jeff's ass, as he thrusted faster and harder. Bruce pushed his left hand under Jeff, and caressed the boy's penis. Feeling the boy's balls and penis in his hand, spurred Bruce on to deeper, harder thrusts. He clutched the boy's balls in his left hand as his right hand clamped onto Jeff's shoulder, giving him leverage. He forced the entire length of his shaft up inside the boy as he squeezed the boy's balls, trying to crush the boy's testicles between his fingers. Jeff was crying out as his body shook in pain. It felt as if the black man was trying to rip his balls off his body. Bruce gave a triumphant shout, feeling the boy shaking in pain. He thrust again and again into Jeff, his cock now close to bursting with the cum boiling in his balls. He let go of Jeff's balls and, placing both hands back on the boy's shoulders, rammed fiercely, driving his dick in and out of Jeff' asshole. Within minutes both Bruce and Jeff were covered in sweat, as Bruce drove his cock in and out of the tight ass. Bruce's heavy breathing, and the repeated sounds of Bruce's balls and hips smacking against the boy's ass as the boy's hushed cries of torment and pain filling the room gave testimony to the hot sex occurring on the small bed. Quickening his pace, Bruce moaned as his felt his cum boiling in the depths of his scrotum. Grasping onto the boy's shoulders, his cock exploded deep within Jeff's ass.

The cum filled the boy's anus and overflowed. Bruce strained against Jeff as the jolts of pleasure filled his body as his cum left his cock in spurts and gushes. Biting the back of the boy's neck, Bruce's body tightened in ecstasy as he enjoyed his climax. Jeff screamed as his neck was gnawed on, and the cum splattered deep into his already ravaged hole.

Only when his cock was completely drained did Bruce pull out and step away from the boy.

Leroy, hearing the fucking noises slacking off, walked back into the bedroom. Seeing the white boy's red ass sticking up, and cum running from his ravaged asshole, made Leroy's cock harden. Walking up behind the boy, he started stroking his hardening cock. "Bruce, while you was having your way with our little white friend here, Alton and I called my uncle at that pay phone by the bar on Nelson Street. My uncle says that since it is Sunday, it will take a while to get a truck, but he can still be here in three hours. He'll bring a delivery truck, and we can clean out this house, and then hides behind all the furniture. Ain't no police checkpoint gonna want to unload a packed moving truck. Once we get back to town, we'll all scatter and disappear while my uncle will hock the furniture and that will be his payoff for helping us out. Until then, why don't you and Alton continue to look around this place? I am sure you can find some good treasures. I already done found some guns and jewelry in the master bedroom. Check out the medicine cabinet too. I found a bottle of Viagra. I took some as soon as I finished fucking our new friend here. I figure that in about forty five minutes, when this Viagra kicks in, I'll be fucking his tight little ass for the next nine or ten hours." Then smiling from ear to ear, he laughed and said, "I found these too" as he held out his hand and showed off a large black ten inch dildo. Snickering he said "I guess this and the Viagra means this boy's momma likes a big hard dick."

Turning his attention back to the Jeff, he poked Jeff's right ass cheek with the dildo. "Do you like big dick too, huh, boy? You like your momma? You like a big hard one shoved up your hole?"

Jeff, dazed by the pain of his body, heard the man's question, but it seemed as if the man's voice was far away. His whipped ass, back and legs, combined with his bitten neck and ravaged asshole completely filled his mind with pain, almost making him senseless to his surroundings. But the boy knew better then to ignore his tormentors. Whimpering as he felt the hard plastic dick pressed into his ass checks he looked over his shoulder to look at the thick dildo. It was huge and he knew it would hurt being shoved up his abused ass. "I don't like being fucked. Please don't use that on me" he fearfully said.

"Well white boy," Leroy laughed, "I guess if you don't like cock, you just ain't had enough. Let me see if I can change your mind."

Jeff felt Leroy's hands drop down onto his ass cheeks and rest on his whipped ass flesh. Leroy's fingers opened and caressed Jeff's bruised, but soft skin. He smiled at how the boy's body shivered in fear at the mere touch of his hand on the boy's beaten flesh. The black man's hands slid back and forth, up the length of the young boy's ass crack and the small of his back. Leroy admired the contrast of his black hands against Jeff's white skin, as he lightly squeezed Jeff's warm flesh. Even the red belt marks on Jeff's skin paled compared to Leroy's big black hands kneading and caressing Jeff's white butt.

His right hand, fingers together, slid up and down Jeff's ass crack, directly across the boy's battered asshole. The hole was stretched open, and Leroy could see cum deep in the boy's bowels, although some of the other men's seed was leaking from between his ass cheeks, and dripping down onto his shriveled balls. Sliding his hand down between Jeff's splayed thighs, Leroy pushed his hand under the boy to cup the boy's balls and cock. Feeling the boy's shriveled cock and balls, Leroy thought of how easy it would be to crush the boy's sex organs in his hands. He'd always wanted to castrate a man before, and this would be a great time to do it. But his throbbing cock, enlarged by Viagra, needed attention immediately. There would be plenty of time for torture later on. Removing his hands, he bent forward, dropping his body over Jeff, and then laid his full weight down onto the boy.

Leroy pressed Jeff into the mattress, his heavy body squashing the boy's slender frame. Jeff felt the muscled chest pressing into his back and the man's hardening cock against his ass. He could feel the man's sweat dripping down onto his skin, and Jeff's nostrils were filled with the unpleasant smell of Leroy's bad breath and body odor.

Leroy reached down and slid the length of his shaft downwards so it lay along the boy's ass crack. Then he softly rubbed himself against Jeff, his cock-knob sliding between the boy's butt checks. Leroy dry fucked his trapped victim for long moments, moving his shaft between the spread ass cheeks. Then he slid off the boy, and as he pushed away, Jeff wondered why the man wasn't fucking him, and he wondered why the man had pushed off his body.

Then he felt the man's fingers at his butt-hole. A long, straight finger pushed against his sore hole, then dipped inside. Jeff felt wetness, slickness, and knew the oily substance was the same that they had used to lube his ass up earlier. Jeff felt the finger as it pushed into him, forcing it's way past his torn sphincter. The finger pulled out, and there was a pause, then it pushed against him again. Jeff whined softly, his fingers squeezing into his palms.

Then Jeff felt Leroy move atop him again. The mattress was pushed down, and the bed moved, as Jeff felt the man positioning his body over his. Jeff again smelled the man's breath, and felt the man's sweaty, wet chest press into his back. This time though the man's cock moved past his ass checks, and Jeff felt the man's prick-head push against his rectal opening. Having overcome some of the shock of being raped, Jeff laid quietly as his mind cleared and his nerves became super sensitive, expecting another rape. Jeff felt the cock pushed against his ass. The cock was soft, and at the same time hard. It mashed against his small round opening, seeking entry. The hardness of the man's shaft was behind it and the weight of his body atop.

The hard shaft slid into his body, slowly, very slowly, then as the knob passed his opening, the man suddenly thrust down hard. Jeff gasped and ground her teeth together as the prong stabbed into his anus, slicing down the length of his shit-tube as the strong black man sought to bury his organ deep within the tight sucking depths of Jeff's rectum. The big cock rammed deep into his ass. Jeff's muscles tightened and as the big cock pushed painfully against something deep within his body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jeff cried. "Ohhhh Goddddddd! It hurts. Go slow, Aggh god! Go SLOWWWW!"

The cock was huge and Jeff felt split apart down there, again he felt torn and ripped as the fat cock forced it's way deeper into his anus. As before, his mind was assaulted by wave after wave of pain. Jeff again pulled helplessly at his bonds, but his legs remained wide open as another cock slid remorselessly into his body.

Inch after inch of black cock slid into Jeff's asshole until the black man's fat balls pushed up between Jeff's buttocks. Jeff could hardly breath from the weight of the big man's body atop his. His uncontrollable screams and gasps of pain only made his struggles to fill his lungs with oxygen more difficult.

Jeff closed his eyes and drew a shaky breath, trying to ride past the pain as the big man began to nuzzle his mouth against the nape of Jeff's neck. He chewed and sucked and nibbled at the side of his throat, biting with sharp little nips that made Jeff yelp with pain as he closed his eyelids and prayed for escape from the parade of cocks that had been shoved into his body.

Leroy began to fuck Jeff's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the boy's asshole as he reamed out his victim's anus. His fat cock slid back and forth in the tight warm opening, with no regard for the boy's pain. Leroy ground himself against Jeff, sliding his body from side to side, then upward along the boy's body, digging and twisting his prick within the white boy's anus. Jeff felt it high up inside him, felt it moving within his body, twisting within the tight tube encasing it. Leroy began a slow, grinding fuck, his belly rubbing against the boy as he humped his cock inside his victims' rectum. He began drawing the length of his prick-meat up out of the anus then, sliding it up out of the tight hole until only the head lay buried within. Then he threw his hips forward, dropping his weight back so his cock drove down into the boy once more. Air woofed out of Jeff's lungs as he felt the cock spear into him. He clenched his teeth tightly against the pain, and tears forced their way through his closed eyelids. Then Leroy began to fuck the boy's asshole with deep powerful strokes, sliding his cock forcefully up and down the asshole as he reamed out the boy's anus. His fat cock slid up and down, moving back and forth inside the elastic tube, pumping, pumping and pumping.

Jeff trembled, pulling nervelessly against her bonds again and again, feeling only that fat cock inside his rectum, churning faster and faster. As the black man's excitement mounted, the cock pounded down into Jeff's asshole, riding a slippery, gooey lining of blood, and the cum and lotion that had been forced up Jeff's ass.

Leroy's cock moved faster and faster, pounding back and forth inside Jeff until the man finally gasped with pleasure and collapsed, his cum gurgling down into Jeff ass tube as he spent himself inside the boy's body. He lay atop Jeff for a short time, then rose and left.

Thirty minutes later, Alton came into the room drinking a bottle of beer he had found in the refrigerator. Walking in front of Jeff, he pulled his head up. "Boy every one of us agrees that you is a good fuck."

"Yes sir boy, you got a tight little ass, and from what Leroy is telling me, a talented tongue. Now boy if you behave, I'll untie you and take you into the bathroom, so you can relieve yourself, and take care of your personal business. We all took some of that Viagra your old man had in the medicine cabinet. So our little party is just getting started and I don't want you pissing all over yourself, or shitting on the end of my dick. But listen up boy, you try to fight me after I untie you, and I'll make that spanking you got earlier seem like child's play. And you try to escape boy, I'll make you wish your momma never would have spread her lily-white legs to give you birth. Yeah boy, it would be a bad thing if you force me to take that belt to your balls, or get one of your momma's kitchen knives and cut up that little prick of yours. You know boy, it'd be a real shame if you forced me to carve my initials on your ball sack. You understand me white boy."

Jeff heard the evil black man's words and shivered in fear. He didn't want his dick or balls to be cut, and he didn't want to be whipped again. His ass, legs and back still stung from the bite of the belt earlier. Jeff would do what ever he had to do to avoid another whipping. Also, his bladder was full, feeling as if it was ready to explode, and he desperately wanted to get off the bed. Just as bad, his arms and legs ached from being stretched and pulled across the bed. But far more important, his asshole throbbed in pain, and he wanted to see if his butt hole had been torn. His ass felt as if he had been ripped wide-open back there. Even his throat throbbed in pain from Leroy's long cock strokes that had reached deep down into his neck. A piss and a glass of water would make Jeff feel better, and maybe his release from the bed would mean his rapes would end, or at least be delayed for a while.

Jeff, clearing his throat, crocked "Yes sir, I understand. I won't give you any trouble. Please you don't have to hurt me no more."

"Good boy" Alton said. "You is a quick learner."

Untying the boy's legs, and then arms, he pulled the teenager off the bed and made him stand in front of him. The big black man standing before him dwarfed Jeff, and he shivered at the man's touch. Told to put his hands together, in front of his body, Jeff offered no resistance as Alton carefully tied his wrists together. Watching Alton tie the rope, Jeff recognized the piece of rope as the rope his father had stored in the garage. It was the same rope his father had used to build his tree swing on the big tree in the field next to his house. Jeff recalled all the happy times he and spent on that swing, never imagining that some of that rope would be used to bound his hands together so that he could be fucked and abused by other men.

Tears rolled down Jeff's checks as Alton led him into the bathroom. Allowed to pee, Jeff sat down on the toilet and relieved himself. He then moved his fingers under his balls, running his fingers past his pubic hairs which were wet and sticky from the black men's spent cum. As Jeff carefully pressed a finger into his swollen sore anus, he found his ass battered, and slightly bleeding. His fingers became covered in cum, as he continued to examine his rectum. He could tell his ass was not badly damaged though, and he was relieved that he was not bleeding badly, or completely ripped and torn open.

Alton stayed in the bathroom with Jeff, but gave him privacy. Alton was about to practice some of the things he had learned while he had been pimping in the city. Although he had spent years behind bars, the memories of how to break in a young boy into gay sex was still strong in his memory. Alton knew that it was easy to rape a boy. But it was another thing to rape a boy, and then make the boy cum so hard that he begs to be fucked. Alton knew that he had the skill to turn Jeff into a dick-sucking faggot who would crave having his ass pounded by a big cock. Alton was going to teach Jeff how to take cock, and learn to love it.

Here's another story that was sent in by a reader... Feel free to submit your stories too...

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Love your site... I used to get to NY a lot and lived there in college.

Me: 22 (then), 5'9, 155, smooth biker/swimmer build, 7" cut, Italian-Spanish, daddy bait, pimped.

Here's the story of my first breeding.

I was at a party on the Westside and decided to cut through the park to get home. I went in along 81st St and after some careful walking, wound up on the edge of Sheep Meadow. Everyone knows the park can be seedy at night. I've spent many hours at the Rambles and sure enough it looked like a couple of homeless guys were going at it. Being trashed and horny I walked to a vacant spot near the field, pulled my sweat pants down to my ankles and lay down on the ground, looking to see if I could fill my anon fantasy. For about 15 minutes I was ass-up in the middle of a summer night - then I heard foot steps come up to me.

"You alright boy?" He sounded black, gruff and even from the ground I could smelled pot. I heard him put something down that I assumed was a backpack as he touched my lower back. "You awake?" Again I didn't answer. I was hoping the silence would give him carte blanche. I felt him go through the pockets of my sweats. I had put the key to my apartment in my shoes so he was out of luck. I felt his hand move up my leg a bit, feeling-up what he thought was an unconscious boy. He stopped at my ass, paused, and then I felt a wet finger slide into my hole. It felt hot. He worked three fingers in, played-around a while, and then withdrew his fingers. Then I heard a zipper go down and felt his knees on my sides as he slid his slimy fat dick into me. He picked up a nice fast pace while his zipper scratched my cheeks. He rested on top of me grabbing a fist full of my hair. "You like that cracka bitch... knock you the fuck up white bitch." I just moaned a little as he slammed my ass..holding my back down he kept drilling me, spitting on my back, slapping my cheeks like he had a grudge.

"Room for a third?" another voice asked. The new guy sounded white, but I couldn't be sure. "Wait. I'm almost done. He's out" the first fucker said. Within a few minutes he grabbed my hips and growled as he shot in me. Then he pulled out and I felt globs of cum trickle out and his fingers played with my swollen hole. Then I felt the cold air on my ass, suggesting he had stood-up. "Have fun" the first guy said as he walked away.

The next guy opened my buns and I felt first his fingers, then his tongue slide in as he sucked the load out of my hole. It was incredible. I then felt his hand around my neck as he started kissing my ass. He began pressing hard against my Adams apple. I almost moved but he straddled me, holding me still. "Open up boy. Take my daddy dick." Then he slid into my chute. He wasn't as thick as the first guy, but was definitely longer. I also remember his hand, which was covering my mouth, smelled of Irish Spring. "Fuck you boy. Worthless piece of shit." He held my hips still as he lay beside me on the ground. "Come on boy. Make daddy feel good."

He started to slam me, and it didn't take long for him to cum. After his cock slipped-out, I felt his tongue lick his load out. This time his hands were spreading me more intently... I couldn't help but moan abit as he went in deep. He licked my back kissing me. "Pervert" he said, slapped my ass and left.

I never saw either guy's face, so I never knew who they were. Since then I have been banged many times in the park. I love the Rambles. The narrow bird path leading to the water has been my personal gangbang place off an on for years. Of course police details frequency dictate the time I can spend there. Once I spent 24 hours whoring in the Rambles, and ended up with 17 loads in my ass that night.

Anon, perv sessions in the early AM in the park is always active.

I met Brandon, a local guy, online. He'd made no bones about being a POZ TOP and into BAREBACKING.

I accused him of being a GIFT GIVER; and he replied he couldn't be, because a Bottom's odds for getting POZZED were 1 in 50, so it was unlikely he'd ever POZZED anyone on the first Fuck.

I wrote back that I was NEG, a BOTTOM, and, since we were almost neighbors, we ought to get together. We set up a date for two days later.

When I pulled into the parking lot, I quickly spotted his blue van. He was leaning against the bumper, smoking. 5'9", 155, bleached hair, wrinkled tee and cut-offs. I pulled up beside him, in my office duds; and we set off down the jogging trail.

A footpath veered into the woods. I took it and approached a tiny clearing, littered with tissues and used condoms. I dropped my slacks and pushed down my briefs, to piss.

Brandon came up behind me and reached around to pump my gushing shaft. My yellow stream overflowed his fingers. He turned me round and wiped his hand across my lips. We kissed, and his 6" slipped between my legs. Huge testicles, compact with Toxic Jizz, compressed against my thighs.

He pushed me to my knees and fucked my mouth. His balls raked against my chin, an invitation to palm his naked Sac and milk it.

Aroused, he turned me round and bent me over. I grasped a tree trunk for support. My ass was in the air and my legs were spread. I moaned in passion, and not too quietly, as the sun rays and summer breeze cavorted on my naked butt in concert with the hot tongue rimming me.

He arose, and grasped my hips, and pressed his bare cock against my sphincter. It felt so good, him easing into me, even though he'd used no lube other than his spit. I faced the trail; and, through the trees, caught glimpses of guys and gals cavorting past, as I cried out in pain and pleasure.

He pulled out, removed his cutoffs, briefs, and tee, and arranged them on a bed of leaves. He lay down on the blanket he had fashioned. His 6" shaft, glistening spit and slime and precum, winked up at me.

I knew the fallacy of "1 in 50" – the odds for a Thousand Faggots getting POZZED. But I was not a Thousand. I was One. Some guys POZ from Precum, while others take a thousand loads—and nothing. Which was I?

I straddled him and guided his throbbing Cock into me and eased down till my ass connected with his pubes. I began the rhythmic pulsing which I knew would spur an avalanche of Venom up my ass. It was only minutes before he groaned in hedonistic agony that he was cumming. Emboldened by his proximity, I ground away till torrents of his Poison Jizz invaded me.

He got up, brushed off his shorts and tee, and left me naked, standing there, his lethal Load dripping down my thighs.

I'd shaved that morning, and in my haste to get to work, had nicked my Mancunt several times. I reached behind and worked a finger up my ass. As I suspected, my digit came back laced with Pink.

At work that afternoon my Hole felt open, fucked and gratified. My briefs grew damp and my thighs sticky as his pungent Cream drained out of me. It'd been just hours since I'd been Fucked and already I craved replenishment of his Charged Seed. I skipped my nightly shower and sat down at my PC to write him.

We have a cruzing place here in Redding called Quarts Hill or simply "the hill". Well, one night last summer it was way to hot to sleep... and I was too horny to even think about sleeping... so I decided to go to the hill and see what was there. It was 2 AM. I was not expecting much action; but lust and wanting to breed ass [bareback of course] demanded release of my cum deep into some boy's butt by whatever means necessary. When I got there, I was quite surprised. There were about 15 vehicles there. Among the horny cruisers was a young guy named Tim. Tim is about 24 yo, tall, slender, and very good looking. I had been lusting after Tim's butt for quite a while. Tim was a total tease and he knew it; but this night he was way to horny for his good... <grin>

We walked the cruising paths for a bit checking out the action. This only made Tim more horny. We went to the camp area, found a "courtesy" mattress, and got undressed. I was pleasantly surprised that Tim looked hotter than hell naked... tight muscles, sweat glistening in the moon light, a nice thick cock that was no less then 8 inches, and a VERY fuckable tight bubble butt. We began kissing and doing some serious groping of each other. I was kissing his whole body, teasing his nips, and working my way to the stiff cock he was sporting. I sucked on his raging hard-on for a while... all the time playing with his tight hole. He began to moan and rock with each movement of my mouth and hand. I moved down to his ass and began to rim him good. This excited him more, and the moans began to get louder and more lust-filled. I fingered and tongued him for about 30 minutes getting his tight, sweet, ass wet and ready for my massive cock... and the cum that I knew I would soon be blasting in him.

I then worked my way back up to his sweet lips. We deep kissed for a while and then Tim headed for my hard cock. When his hot mouth got to my cock, I thought I would explode... but I kept it in. He sucked my stiff pole for a while then straddled me. I began to rim that tight hole again... getting it hot and ready for my surprise gift. Tim was moaning with horned lust and the precum from his cock formed a puddle on my chest . I moved out from under him and got ready to invade that tight hole with my hard 9 incher. Tim pulled out a rubber and gave it to me and said, "I never bareback!!! You want my hole... you have to wear this!". I put the damn rubber on in front of him so he could see that we were gonna be safe... <yea...RIGHT>. As he turned so I could doggie him. I put some lube on his ass and made it look like I was doing the same to my cock... but instead; I slipped the rubber off. His head was down and his tight ass was ready for breeding.

I slowly began slipping my hard breeder into him. Tim was in pure lust-heaven moaning like a bitch in heat! I knew I had him. I pushed all of my oozing 9 inches (to my balls) in one long continuous motion into his ass. He was in slut heaven. I then began to rock in and out of him, slow and deep at first, then harder and harder. Tim was really into the heat of the moment. He was moaning loudly and gasping, " Yes... yes... fuck my hole! Fuck me! Fill me up!" I was way too excited and horned so I did just that. I thrust deep in him and held as the first load of my poison jizz filled his ass and knocked him up! He did not notice that I had just came in his ass, so I kept on fucking that tight hole. With a big load of my cum in him, it was easier for my prick to slide in and out with his ass.

It seemed to make Tim even more excited now that I could fuck him with ease and getting full penetration in that sweet ass. I began thrusting my cock hard and long... deeper and deeper... working my cum into his blood stream. He was screaming now in total ecstasy... loving each thrust into him and each deep thrust was pounding more seed into him. I fucked him hard, deep, and long for about 20 more minutes... and then I could feel it! I was going to fill his ass again with a second load! I could feel a huge load of cum pour out from my balls. This was going to be an even bigger load of spooge then the first one! I felt it blast deep in his guts. It was a massive load and I almost lost my composure. I didn't want to let him know I was cumming.

Tim was in sheer heaven! I could not stop fucking him... his tight ass was way to good and his moans confirmed that stopping was the last thing he wanted me to do. I kept on fucking making Tim squeal in sheer delight for almost 45 minutes!. The sweat of lust-passion soaked us! My third cum load blew deep in his ass once more filling him full of my hot cum. Tim was loving it... completely ignorant of the fact that his tight little ass was now totally bred. I knew as I blew my third load in his ass, that he could not take much more hard fucking. The load I had just pumped into his sweet ass made it super slick and wet.

I fucked him even harder and deeper for about 20 minutes more. All this time he had not touched his cock at all. I could feel his ass tighten and his prostrate grow. It felt like a walnut ready to explode. I was about to fuck the cum out of him... he was going to blow without touching himself! I began to pound him harder, making sure that I was hitting his swollen prostate every time as hard as I could.. each time I hit his "hard spot", he would scream...then moan and shudder. Now Tim was screaming, "I'm going to cum!!! I'm going to cum!". Fuck... this was gonna make me blast still another load of spooge in his ass! I was going to wash his guts with my cum as he blew his load... and this time, it was too intense to be quiet. I began to moan and pant and we both started to cum. Tim seemed to pump out his spooge for a long time. Each squirt was massive... blowing hard over his head. Each of his cum blasts sent a stream of cum all the way from his cock... to his belly... to his chest... to his face...to over his head! I noticed that for each squirt of cum he shot... so did I.

Tim pulled off my cock and fell on his belly. I pretended to take the rubber off and I threw it out of sight. I laid on him so my last load stayed in his ass where it belonged. We laid there holding and kissing for about an hour. Tim said that no one had ever fucked the cum out of him before. We got dressed and I noticed that from Tim's well-fucked ass, some bloody cum had seeped out... <VERY EVIL GRIN>

I met up with Tim many times last summer and repeatedly filled him full of my charged cum. Tim never acknowledged that I had barebacked him. He left to go back to college in September . I did not see him till Christmas when he told me that he was poz and both happy and relieved. He said, "No more fears... no more hesitations to do it all... and no more rubbers... ever again!". He thought he had been infected by a twink in LA... I never told him it might have been me... <eg>

This story was submitted by a fan of the site from Staten Island (NYC). He says it's the true story of how he got fucked the first time. A few details have been changed to make it legal to post (if you know what I mean)... These days he's mostly a bottom and loves role play and rape scenes as well as mutual oral. If you want to contact him, he can be reached at AskMeNYC@aol.com.

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Although it happened several years ago, thinking about my first time still turns me on.

In my late teens, I had still had no sexual experience. I think that I had held off, hoping that my attraction to women would kick in one day. That never happened. At 5'10, 120 pounds, with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, I looked much younger than my age, which probably also kept guys from approaching me.

Anyway, in May of that year, I went to the local mall to shop for a gift for my older brother. Instead, I got the best gift of all - my cherry popped by a hot stranger. Oblivious to the ways of man-to-man sex, I focused on shopping in a very busy novelty store, the kind that sells t-shirts, board games and lava lamps. As I looked for an appropriate gift, a crowd passed by me and I felt someone's hand brush against my chino-clad ass. Despite having had several people bump into me that day and having had no prior experience (except in my fantasies), I immediately had a surge run through my body: something more than accidental had occurred, I knew. And, I liked it.

I identified the culprit quickly – a dark guy (Hispanic, I thought) in his late 30s, tall and stocky with huge brown eyes, thick lips and dark brown hair. He didn't even look back at me, but I knew. So, I followed him to another part of the store, positioning myself where he'd have to pass by, and ever-so-slightly arching my back so that my young, tight butt would entice him.

That did the trick.

A few more times, he took a chance, groping me in that public setting, and each time, I showed more and more interest.

Instinctively, I left the store. He followed. I walked slowly past one store, past another. At the third, I stopped to admire something in the window (yeah, right). He stopped too. Then, instinct took over once again.

"Excuse me," I confidently blurted out, "do you know where the men's room is?"

"I do," he raised an eyebrow, "and I could show you what's in it, if you like."

"Thanks," I said. "That'd be great."

We walked for what seemed an eternity. I tried to make small talk. He told me his name, something middle-eastern sounding, akin to "Yoda." I lied about mine, calling myself "Bill." Disappointment set in quickly, though, when we arrived at a men's room under construction, but before I could voice my frustration, he said, "If you want, Bill, I can take you to use the bathroom at my house. It's only a few blocks from here. In fact, we can walk." I'd been taught all my life not ever to talk to strangers, let alone to put myself into a compromising situation with one, yet I couldn't resist. So, I agreed and we went.

He lived about 3 blocks away. We walked the back roads to his place. At first, we went silently. Then, he asked, "What are you into?" I didn't know what he meant, and I think that this showed on my face. Then, as I blushed and looked down, he sighed and stretched and said, "So, you're a virgin. Sweet," and put his arm around my shoulders in a show of affection and gratitude.

We got to his place, a small, dingy house behind a wooded area. We sat down on the couch in his living room and he put on some gay porn. A guy was seducing a job applicant on the screen. I got hard immediately. Seeing this, he stood me up in front of him and in one swift move, pulled my pants and shorts down to the floor, exposing my engorged 8 inch cock. He started sucking. I remember thinking that it felt just like it did when I jerked off in the shower. He played with my ass, too, which turned me on immensely. I loved the feeling of a man's rough hands on my skinny, bare backside. Despite my nerves, I began to relax and enjoy myself.

Soon, he stopped and turned me around to face the television screen. The potential boss, a big, muscular, mustachioed guy in his 30s, moved to fuck the interviewee, an all-American looking jock type of about 20 years old with red hair and freckles. I'd never seen porn before, so I remember everything that I saw. Both guys had huge cocks, and the younger guy had a perfectly white, hairless, athletic ass. I'm sure that my seducer could see my transfixion, but still, he asked, "Wanna let me do that to you, Billy?" I don't think that I answered verbally, but I must have consented, for the next thing I knew, he had completely stripped me and was leading me to his bedroom.

Once there, he took off his denim jacket, his jeans and his white cotton briefs, leaving only his red t-shirt on. I noticed big hairy legs, an expansive butt and a cock, shaped like mine, that I now realize had to be more than 9 full inches.

"Like it?" he asked and then pushed me down on my knees, leading my face to his huge prober with his two meaty hands that he'd planted on either side of my face. I began to suck. I'm sure that I didn't do very well at first, but my hunky teacher had great patience. I relaxed and remembered what he'd done in the living room – opening wide to avoid scraping with his teeth, using lots of saliva to coat his skin, little by little taking more and more of his cut, veiny tool down my throat.

About two minutes in, I became braver and tried to take too much down my never-before poked throat. I gagged and began to choke. My impromptu lover laughed and quickly forced more cock into my esophagus by simultaneously thrusting his hips forward while holding my head in place with one hand on the back of my head. I panicked. "Steady," he sternly instructed me. "Go with it, baby. Trust me so that I can make you my little whore." The tough talk, rough persona and forced action turned me on, allowing me to open up further and to take his cock more comfortably. I still gagged, but less frequently.

I don't think that I'd sucked him off for more than four or five minutes after that when he stood me up and moved me over to his dresser. The dresser looked like an antique that he'd inherited from his mother or grandmother – very ornate with a giant mirror attached the full length of the top. The mirror probably measured about 5 feet across and 3 feet high. He bent me over the top of the bureau. For the first time, I saw myself naked in a stranger's house with him in the background behind me. I'd always had fantasies about getting naked for other guys, so my cock got harder than ever before, bouncing of its own accord at the sight.

My middle-eastern teacher got behind me and pushed my legs apart with his feet as he bent me into the dresser. Then, he crouched down behind me and began to lick my tight boy-hole. Again, the shock waves washed over me. I never knew anyone would even consider doing this and loved every minute of it. He probed me for about ten minutes, driving his tongue deep inside my hole, tasting the rim of my never-before touched ring, sticking his nose in my most intimate of parts. I could tell that this turned him on a great deal, for he moaned, he panted, and he caressed my ass and legs passionately. He told me that he loved the taste of cherry. I could also occasionally catch a glimpse of the huge boner between his legs that he stroked slowly. Sometimes, he'd grab mine, but he realized that the more he'd play with it, the quicker I'd blow, so he chose his moments carefully.

Finally, he stood behind me, leaning in and kissing my neck. "I'm gonna do it, sweet Billy," he moaned. "I'm gonna violate your untouched cherry. Make it mine. Make you scream. I'm gonna rape your little hole, stretch it with my big fat cock." With that, he grabbed a tube of something (lube, obviously, but what did I know?), smeared it on my hole and on his cock. "Open your eyes and stare into that mirror, " he instructed me. "I wanna see you become a man. Don't you close your eyes, boy," he said. "And scream as loudly as you want." I guess this should have scared me, but it actually turned me on more.

Suddenly, his cock head was sliding into my lubed up hole. I winced and collapsed slightly across the tabletop of the dresser. He picked me up by my underarms and told me not to move so that he could watch my violation. I watched his face through the mirror. First, he concentrated, looking down at his cock against my hole and adjusting it with his hand. Then, once positioned, he looked at me through the mirror, and he grinned. It looked evil, demonic – which made it that much sexier. Suddenly, with his hands positioned on my slight waist, he thrust forward violently, burying that huge tool in my sensitive canal. I tried to jump up, but he held me in place. I screamed. I panted out of shock. He laughed. He leaned into me, and I could feel him sweating. "Oh, god! This feels incredible," he gloated. "I'm making you my whore!"

"This hurts!" I protested.

"I know, baby, but it'll get better. I promise."

He started fucking me, slowly, but not gently. I could see from my reflection that I had turned red. My eyes teared slightly from the strain and shock. My impromptu lover began grinning and started fucking me harder. "Concentrate," he said. "Recognize the pleasure underneath the pain." I have to admit that even though this hurt like nothing I'd ever felt before, I was turned on. The cool, roller coaster-esque shock waves began again. I kept screaming like the guy in that porno movie we'd watched – in time with his partner's strokes. "Yeah! Lemme hear you squeal, pig!" the cherry popper encouraged me. I complied.

Soon after, with his cock still in me, he moved me around towards his unmade bed. The sheets and comforters didn't match and seemed musty. First, we fucked over the bed, with my torso flat across it and my feet still on the floor. He crushed me with his weight. At some point, he'd pulled his shirt off, so now, I could feel another man's skin and sweat and stink all over me. We fucked for about hour more in all different positions – me on my back, me on all fours, me riding him while facing him and making out. At one point, he turned me on my side and announced, "I need to stretch this hole in every position possible!" This hurt like crazy, but I loved every minute of it. He fucked me hard and fast, practically taking all nine-plus inches out and forcing them back in with each stroke. Soon, my screaming became yells of ecstasy: "Yes!" "Fuck me!" "Make me your whore."

"Oh, yeah!" he answered back. "I'm using your hole to jerk off in."

Finally, he gave me my first-ever load of man-seed. I was on my back, legs over his shoulders. He was on his knees, ignoring me, looking around the room like I didn't matter. Right before, he announced, "I'm gonna clean that broken cherry out of your butt with my hot milk, boy." I could feel his body seize up, and he thrust so hard that it felt like he would plow right through me. His eyes rolled back in his head like he was having a religious experience. He kept pumping as his jizz spasmed into my young, raw guts. The more he pumped, the more he unloaded. And, I could begin to feel his cock collecting hot sperm all over it. Some dripped out of my butt hole.

Then, he collapsed on me and stayed there for about two minutes, breathing hard and sweating.

When he pulled out, he roughly forced me to clean the mixture of ass juice, spunk and lube off his cock. I have to admit, it tasted amazing. I couldn't get enough of this four-star meal.

But, we weren't done - I hadn't cum yet. So, he stood me up on the bed (roughly, again) and gobbled my cock while he played with my ass. I shot in about a minute and a half. Then, he pulled me to the bed and laid over me, like a romantic scene from an old movie. He opened my mouth with his hands. I thought that he would kiss me deeply, but instead, he let a mixture of my cum and his saliva drip into my hungry mouth. It freaked me out at first, but it tasted great, and I couldn't resist.

Afterwards, he collapsed on the bed and said, "Thanks for giving me your precious ass, kid. Now, if you don't mind, I have some stuff to do, so you can go." I tried not to look dejected as I got dressed quickly and went to the door. He opened the door and grunted at me with a tired, disinterested look. I thought that he'd at least offer me a ride or tell me to get home safely. Instead, as he closed the door, I heard him mutter, "Slut."

I walked back to the mall confused, elated, tired, sore.

I never saw him again. In fact, not soon after, the area behind the woods, including his house, was turned into a condo development. To this day, though, I'm thankful for the stranger, a guy twice my age and size, who took me to his house and took my virginity. I still have my underwear from that day and can barely smell his cum where it leaked from my ass into the seat of my drawers. Occasionally, I take those briefs out and jerk off to the smell, the feel and the memory. More than that, I now look to top virgins as roughly as he did me. (I've been very successful in this area and have lots of memories which I'll maybe share in the future.) I'm verbal and voyeuristic, too. All thanks, I think, to the stranger who brushed up against me in a novelty store one day in May.

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A man's got no choice of where he starts out in life, but he sure as hell can choose any road from there.

You don't know me buddy. I guess only a few people really do. My name is Trent--not "Trenton". That was my father's name, and no one calls me that. I never had a real home. Not like other guys. My mother was the town whore, and my father "Trenton", well--he was the man who knocked her up.

I grew up in the apple orchards, pruning trees and dragging smudge pots, as far back as I can remember, because there was no other way. I guess you could say, I sort of raised myself.

I was a tall kid, kind of quiet with wide-set, green eyes and dark brown hair. Matured pretty fast, and by age 17 was already six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds. God, I thought I was such a stud. My arms were big and solid from orchard work. My waist was 32 inches, my chest 46 inches--and already covered with thick curly hair. Was just waiting for the day, I'd wake up with a booming baritone voice to complete the package--but am still waiting.

I never smiled much, and probably still don't. Not that I'm unhappy, just tend to be a bit too serious, and forget to smile sometimes. A lot of guys tease me about that, and it doesn't take much to make me blush. So be kind. If I don't smile, just wink a little, and I'll catch on.

Yes, I like guys. God, how I like guys.

When I was a teen, with those hormones just starting to really surge, how I wanted to be fucked. On hot summer evenings, after a long day in the orchard, sunburned and sore, I'd lay naked on my bed. The windows would be open, and an evening breeze would blow down softly across my body, brushing the new hairs on my legs and chest so very gently.

I'd dream about the smell and taste of a man--his hands, his kisses on my mouth and face and neck--his whiskers rubbing me raw as I squirmed in his arms. I could feel his strength, his solidness, and the demanding weight of his body pressing deep against mine--deep into mine. His cock, powerful and driven by pure maleness, would be hot as fire and hard as steel.

I was so hot to fuck another guy. I'd lay there and jack off time after time, until my dick was almost bloody. I'd arch my back and bite my fist, to keep from screaming when I came.

Yes, I do like guys, and they like me. That just about says it all.

When I was a senior in high school, a couple of the local wanna-be-jocks (ie,...the Thompson Kid and his side-kick, The Beaver Faced Boy) decided to prove their manhood by beating up Darrell Hobart, the class religious guy. I could never figure out why exactly, other than they liked it, and enjoyed doing it.

Darrell wore neckties to school, and had glasses thick as Coke bottles. He wore a calculator strapped to his belt, and carried a half dozen number 2 pencils in a plastic sleeve in his shirt pocket. Maybe, Darrell weighed 98 pounds soaking wet. He always carried a Giddeon Bible, and was worried about "saving people's souls".

I sort of liked Darrell, because he never hurt anyone--for any reason, and he pretty much minded his own business. The world is a big enough place even for a "Darrell Hobart" to live in peace, and what the Thompson Kid and The Beaver Faced Boy did to him was wrong.

I'm not the kind of guy to look the other way.

I don't know how it happened really. Every afternoon during the winter, I did janitor work at the high school, after the other kids had gone home. On that day, I finished kind of late. As I walked out the back door, a torn page of the Bible blew across my feet. Then I heard laughter coming from behind the gymnasium. I went to find out what was going on.

Darrell was on the ground, bloody and sobbing, trying to crawl away, and those two fuckers were tag-team, stomach kicking him. The Thompson Kid had Darrell's Bible, and was tearing out pages, throwing them into the air, and laughing he was "helping to spread the gospel throughout the land."

When I arrived--they took a breather from Darrell, and started calling me everything but straight.

I didn't pay any attention to their threats--even the comments about my mother. Just helped Darrell up, and got his nose to stop gushing blood. Found his glasses, and made sure he wasn't badly hurt.

Then--I turned on those two laughing fuckers, and I beat the fucking shit out of them both.

I lost it buddy, and didn't stop. I probably would have killed them, if Miss Kimberly and George Wainwright hadn't pulled me off them.

The Thompson Kid swallowed his front teeth. It took fourteen stitches to mend his pretty face, and those double black eyes took more than half a year to heal. I'm told he still sort of looks like a raccoon.

The Beaver Faced Boy got off easy. He only puked blood for a week, and never had to worry about shaving again.

Both of them left in an ambulance. The Thompson Kid was bawling, and swearing to God ...someday he'd kill me.

Darrell--what they did to him, didn't seem to matter to anyone but me. In fact, I never heard another word about it. I bet Darrell even forgave them.

Me--now that's a good one. I left that day in handcuffs, got expelled from school, and for awhile ended up in a juvenile detention center in Wenatche, Washington. You see, the Thompson Kid's dad was the town sheriff, and the Beaver Faced Boy--well, his daddy just happened to be the mayor.

Maybe I was wrong in what I did--maybe not.

But don't hurt the innocent, and never call me Trenton.

I couldn't go back to school until the fall, and then had to repeat the entire year. You know something buddy, I don't regret one bit of it, and I'd do it again.

So I was 18, a hot young stud--kicked out of school--more than a social outcast--and just trying to survive in a little nothing town, in the heart of apple country. Life didn't look so great. There didn't seem to be much of a place in it for me, and I didn't even know--that there were other men like me in the world. That the man I kept dreaming about, actually existed, and his name was Zackary Thomas Hardiggen--my first and greatest love.

I will never forget the first moment I saw him.

It was mid-spring, apple blossom time, and a Friday morning. The sun was just rising, and the trees were shiny-wet with dew. The air was cold and smelled like damp earth, sweet apples, and fresh mowed grass.

To keep my teeth from chattering, I was stomping my feet, and sort of jogging in place, waiting for the foreman with a couple of other hired hands. This old pickup truck turned off the main road, drove up to the worker's hut, and Zack got out.

My heart and my cock "hurt" instantly. I got a knot in the pit of my stomach, and a dull ache in my ass, and started to tremble--but it wasn't from the cold.

Zack was in his 30s. Coal black hair and eyes. He was a bit taller than me. His hands and feet, shoulders and chest were bigger too. All of him was big, hard and lean. He was suntanned, and had a couple day's whiskers on his face--just right to rub me raw. The way he walked, the way he seemed to "know everything", had military written all over him.

To be honest with you buddy, I almost left, right then. He made my heart twist, and I knew I could never leave him alone. If I repulsed him, it would have killed me. But I couldn't run--didn't want to run.

The foreman made the assignments, and paired me off with Zack. The agony was incredible. Armed with a chain saw, field rakes, and loppers we headed east, down towards the river. Several rows of old trees had to be cut down, and the ground cleared. Later the stumps would be pulled out with a tractor and chain.

As we walked, I didn't look at him--couldn't talk to him. We got to the marked rows, and I had to say something. The foreman told me to make sure the new guy knew what to do--or he'd have my nuts in a jar on his desk (and he would too). I felt awkward and stupid, because I kept feeling like he was staring at me.

"These trees here," I said finally, "need to be cut first. You used a chain saw before?"

"Yep," was all he said. His voice was deep.

"You cut then and I'll stack." I turned away from him, then added, "My name is Trent."

"Zack--and I don't bite...." He pulled the start cord, and the chain saw started up. I missed the rest of what he said.

The dead tree branches started falling. I dragged them away and started a brush pile.

In a couple of hours both of us were dripping wet with sweat. The sun was climbing and it was hot--a beautiful hot day--with a solid blue sky, not a cloud anywhere. The world was very quiet, very still. The only thing that moved was us, and the bees in the apple blossoms.

We won't mention the growing bulge in my pants which I couldn't seem to control.

As it got hotter--off came our clothes. Wind breakers first. Then our sweat shirts. Then our coveralls. Then our T-shirts. God, it got hot. By noon, both of us were stripped to just about naked, only work boots and shorts. Well, we were also wearing cow hide work gloves. I had a baseball cap, and Zack wore sunglasses, but that really doesn't count.

Pretty much, we were side by side and naked.

I looked at him, all of him, and I wanted him to have a good long look at me too--and he did.

Sometime around midmorning, I forgot to be afraid of Zack. I was having too much fun just hanging out with him. He was so cool, so beautiful, everything about him. God, he made me laugh.

I found out he loved coffee, and never turned down a cup. So, being the good guy that I am, made sure he had gallons of it. It also went right through him. Watching that stud pull down his shorts, and take a piss in the orchard grass, was more than worth the five or ten times I sneaked back to the worker's hut to refill his thermos that day.

Zack's cock was gorgeous too. He was cut. His cock hair was curly, and shiny like black silk. He was hairy like me, but very different. That silky hair just blended into his lower abdomen, his stomach, his chest, then all the way to his powerful neck, where he shaved it.

I was "afraid" to think how big that cock could really get, and would have given anything to find out.

Zack made me feel happy and safe. That day, I fell very much in love with him.

When the quitting horn sounded, it was like the world was ending. In the orchards, hired hands come and go every other day or so. It would have broken my heart, if Zack was just passing through, and I'd never see him again.

He must have seen that look in my face. He pealed off his work gloves and came over to me. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing," I said looking at the ground.

"Nothing, ha? How about coming with me? I don't bite, not very hard anyway." And he smiled, bright white teeth, a solid man's clean smile.

That was too much. I was going to cry--and he understood.

He took his two powerful hands, roughed from years of work like my own, and lifted my face to look into his. He opened his lips, and kissed me, very deeply and very gently. I kissed him back, and the world spun black.

I opened my arms, and for the first time in my life was held and loved by anyone.

After work, we drove up into the foothills. Zack had an old trailer there, kind of hidden in a pine grove. He'd been there for two years, and I never knew it. A stream of water was nearby, cold and clear from the melting snows of the mountains above. He had a place for a garden, a couple fruit trees, and a little tool shed. He didn't want or need more.

That evening on a sun-warmed rock, overlooking the whole valley, we watched the sunset. We ate cold chicken and drank whiskey straight from the bottle.

Zack's arms were like knots of warm steel. He wrapped them around me, and held me very close. As we watched the light fade, I knew this was right. I belonged with a man. Very soon, and for the first time--would be with one too. Never again, would I not know, what it was like.

Zack began to nuzzle my throat with kisses almost a bite. His scratchy face left a gentle glow everywhere he touched. His lips were moist, man scented and soft. He made the hair bristle on my arms. He made my nipples hard, and my cock ache--all the way through me.

Zack knew I wanted him, also that I was afraid. He whispered in my ear, "Let's take a bath. I promise you'll never forget it."

My heart beat very fast. I'd waited for him all my life.

We stood and kissed, on that rock overlooking the Okanogan Valley. Our embrace was muscle and fire, and it consumed me. Zack's cut-offs were bursting tight. The air was damp and fragrant with him. He was trembling with need--and I realized then--he'd been waiting for me--to make sure I was ready for him.

I took Zack's hand in mine. They fit like a matched set--the right hand of man joined to the left hand of man.

I said, "I love you."

It sort of surprised him. He smiled ear to ear, but it was a sad kind of smile.

The sun dipped below the horizon and the night came.

Zack's tool shed was behind the trailer. There was a wood pile there too. He lit a kerosine lantern, and began to split kindling for a fire. As he worked, I watched his body move. He was very strong--stronger than me. The lantern's flame burned in the blackness of his eyes. His muscles glowed in it.

We gathered kindling and wood, then went into the shed. Zack made that little building out of broken apple bins, and thrown away aluminum siding. It was solid and secure--just like him. It smelled like pine, machine oil, and eucalyptus.

Zack did a lot of carpentry work, and that shed was mostly filled with his tools. There was also a wood stove, and a sleeper bench. In the center of the room, was a large steel tub with a water spigot.

Zack didn't say anything. He put the lantern on the floor next to the tub. He filled the wood stove with kindling and newspaper then lit it. He opened the spigot, and began filling the tub. This wasn't city water, or even well water--it was cold, sweet mountain water brought from the stream nearby. Its freshness saturated the air, and made me strangely hungry.

The wood crackled in the old stove, shooting sparks through the damper which landed harmlessly at my feet.

I pulled off my T-shirt, and sat on the bench. Then started to take off my boots--but he stopped me.

For a long time he just stood there, looking.

Then he knelt, and began to removed them, one crossed lace at a time--until my feet were naked in his strong hands. His eyes never left mine. They burned deep and incessant right through me.

He stood and lifted his shirt high above his head. His armpits were deep within a muscled chest. Tufts of man-hair, curled against his naked flesh, and glisten black in the firelight.

He drew me up to him, into his arms, into his muscles, into his strength, his warmth--himself.

For all Zack's hardness, his naked skin was soft, and smooth as oiled glass.

Our mouths met like wolves devouring flesh.

As we kissed, his roughened hands dug at my chest, tearing at the hair. It made the flesh burn--from the inside out.

His hands slid to my waist. They held me like a vice grip. Slowly, so very gently, he pressed into my navel with his thumbs--until the breath was driven from me. Deep in my pelvis came pain--a pain and pleasure and urgency--I prayed would never stop.

He was killing me.

Our mouths parted, and I moaned--sobbed.

He slowly rubbed my cheek with the back of his hand. It made a tiny sound against the day's whiskers.

I untied the draw string to my shorts, and slid them off. My jockeys were so soaked in sweat and precum; I could hardly peal them away. I stood there before him, naked and shivering. My cock was hard and trust upward towards him. I never had such a raging hard on in my life. So hard, so swollen--it was like being impaled, but from the inside--driven out.

Zack brought his hand to my cock. I winced, ready for his touch, but it never came. He caught a single drop of precum as it oozed from me. He held it with one finger--a sticky web still attached it to the head of my cock. He brought it to lips, and tasted--with a man's kiss.

I wanted him, all of him, and any way I could get him. Tonight, he could do anything to me, anything with or for me. I wanted to give myself to him--no matter what, and would never leave him--no matter what--if that is what he wanted.

Zack took both my hands, and brought them to his crotch. I rubbed his moist, hot, hardness--gently--then harder, and Zack's head went straight back. His eyes closed. His hands and teeth clenched.

He moaned, loud and long, and deep. The sound almost made me cum.

I felt his muscle heat. Like a furnace--burning me. His flesh was hot, oily and fragrant--with so many scents--that belong only to a man.

I popped the snap to his cut-offs, and could barely squeeze one hand inside them. His shaft was huge with bulging veins--hard as bailing wire. But, the hair was soft, long, and very thick.

I wanted that cock--in my hands, in my mouth--up my ass--as far as he could possibly drive it. I wanted his cock, but there was no way to get it. Those damned cut-offs would never slide off him, and the zipper was so wet, it wouldn't budge.

He teased me, just standing like that, moaning.

Finally, he took hold of the cloth with one hand, and tugged the zipper loose with the other.

It opened--one metal tooth at a time.

The wait was agony.

He made a tiny sound deep in his throat that made my nipples ache.

Then he was silent, just looking at me.

"What?" I finally asked.

"I just--fuckin'snagged--my balls!"

He grit his teeth and doubled over. It was the last thing I ever expected to hear.

"I'll get it loose," I offered.

He growled. I didn't move.

Gingerly, he tried to squirm free, but those cut-offs were so tight, he just couldn't do it.

I wanted to help him. Honest I did. A couple times, he almost let me too--but Zack couldn't stand it. Just one look at my hands, reaching out to him, and he'd just scream-dance away. No man has ever sworn as loud and long and terrible, as Zack Hardiggen, caught by his own zipper.

Just then, the forgotten tub overflowed. The icy water gushed onto the floor, and doused the lantern. Zack spun around to shut it off, before it reached his tools. He tripped over my boots, slipped, and hit the floor with a tremendous thud.

The zipper problem--sort of took care of itself.

Poor Zack, just sat there on the floor, clutching his damaged manhood with both hands. The only light came from the wood stove. It wasn't much, but enough to see his look--of utter dejection and humiliation. I sat on the floor next to him in a puddle of cold water, and put my head against his shoulder.

I tried very hard not to laugh, but it didn't work. I laughed until I was sick--until it made him laugh too, and everything was okay.

Zack was absolutely right. This was a bath I would never forget

He sat on the wet floor for a long time, rubbing the sting out of his balls. I knew he was hurting, but there wasn't a whole lot I could do. So, I just let him be. I found the lantern. It wasn't broken. Just needed to have the water wiped from the chimney, and the wick dried with a piece of newspaper. I got a dry match from the kindling box, and in a couple of minutes the lantern was blazing again...good as new. I hung it on a nail.

The shed was chilly, kind of damp, but the air was sweet. It made me very hungry. I was going to ask Zack, if he wanted something to eat, but I changed my mind. Just a bit ago, he'd been rubbing the ache from himself. He was still doing that, rubbing his balls deep and slow--but now he was rubbing--where the zipper hadn't caught him.

Zack had been watching me as I moved about naked, sort of shivering. I was glistening wet from the cold water, and there were goose bumps on my arms and legs. My nipples were very hard, and every hair on my body stood erect.

His smile made me weak.

I offered a hand to help him up. He took it, and pulled himself right up--into my arms. We held each other and kissed, long and deep. The cold left me, and my body began to burn again.

Zack's hands slid down my naked back, and came to rest on my ass. His hands were very strong, and he began to knead and massage my buttocks while he pressed his fingers into the fold between each cheek. My muscles warmed and relaxed to his touch. He pressed one fingertip to the opening of my ass, and gently rubbed it in a circular motion.

The sensation drove me wild with a fire and urgency that was in my pelvis. I wanted him to touch me there...deep inside my body where the slow flame burned.

I began to moan. My own sounds seemed to fan the blaze hotter.

"Fuck me Zack," I said. "Please...."

"Ok...." was all he said, as he snuggled kisses to my neck and massaged my ass.

He led me to the wooden sleeper bench, then slowly pushed me down to a sitting position in front of him. As I sat... his hard cock scraped against my naked stomach and chest until it rubbed against the side of my face.

Zack stepped back a little, and placed one foot on the bench next to me. He opened his legs very wide so I could see all of him. He was beautiful. Just beautiful. His thighs were hard, knotted with muscle, and covered with man hair. His stomach was flat and rippled like the marks, water leaves in the sand along a creek bed. His cock was huge, thick, piercing hard...and the veins bulged all along the shaft. The head of his cock was smooth, round and glistened wet in the firelight. His pubic hair was thick, very long, shiny, black, and curly. It glistened wet from mountain water and his own pre cum. Zack's balls were swollen and hung low between his legs.

I was so close to his crotch, I felt the muscle heat from his body against my face, and could taste the fragrance of his body in the air. I looked up in his eyes, smiled, then took the head of his cock in my mouth. It was delicious, smooth and fragrant--just like Zack Hardiggen.

"Oh baby," he moaned. He slid his shaft against the inside of my cheek, and I began to suck him. I moved my head slowly back and forth, rubbing his cock head against the smooth skin of my inner cheek while gently raking his shaft with my teeth.

I pulled his cock from my mouth and began to lick the head. The round hardness--the slit at the top that oozed pre cum in constant rivulets--I tongued the entire length of his shaft, sucking and kissing. His whole dick was covered in glistening wetness, saliva and pre cum. I stroked it slowly, solidly, and in only one direction--from the hairy foundation towards the head of his cock. I stroked him, pumping pre cum into my eager mouth.

"That's it," moaned Zack. "Oh yes...."

Zack's entire body swayed to the rhythm of my hands, my mouth and tongue on his cock. I felt his strength... the power of his entire body against my face. He was solid and heavy like green apple wood, and I knew he was going to cum soon. I could feel it building in him, the swelling, the urgency behind his thrusts. Any second now, he would arch his back, make a deep crying sound, and his seed would be thrust from his body in an explosion that only a man may know.

I wanted that. To feel his sperm shoot from his cock, in my mouth, on my face, down my chest. The thought of it made me tremble with hotness, and I began to stroke and lick and suck him harder and harder and harder.

I wanted that...but he wouldn't let me have it. Not yet...

Zack pulled away from me--very suddenly. He was breathing in great gasps. I could see his heart pounding in his powerful neck.

"Not this way," he said. "You asked me to fuck you, and I'm going to baby. I am going to fuck the living shit--right out of you."

He laughed... and it made me shudder with pleasure.

He placed a hand on my chest, grabbed hold of the hair, and pushed me over on my back. I started to topple, but he held me in place by the hair of my chest. It hurt like hell, but also made my whole body burn with desire.

Onto my back he slowly lowered me. Until I was looking up into his lovely face. I reached out to him, spread my legs wide open and pulled him down, onto me. The force of his body bent my cock up against my stomach--and against his.

It hurt...so very good.

I kissed him, and wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders, then buried my tongue in his mouth. He slipped free of my embrace. I smiled at him. He reached out, and stroked my cock. He ran his hand across my lower abdomen. It was wet from sweat and the mixture of both our pre cums. It made a sticky wet sound. He brought it to his lips, tasted--and smiled.

He was beautiful, and I wanted him.

He drew my knees up, almost to my chest. It tilted my pelvis up and towards him. He brought my buttocks down to rest on his hard thighs. I hadn't noticed until then that his cock was trust up between my legs, and was rubbing against the inside of my thighs, just under my own cock. He began to stroke both of us.

Pure fire shot through me, and I moaned, "Ahhhhhh...Oooooh." ...pure fire.

I tried to trust upward in rhythm to his hands, but I was pinned to my back by the weight and strength of his body. I couldn't move. He smiled at me then, opened his mouth very wide, doubled over, and in one quick motion, buried my cock in his throat.

The suddenness made me jerk, but the feeling was everything and anything but pain. It was like an orgasm without cumming. Zack had buried my shaft deep...every inch of it in his throat. His lips were soft and wet against my pubic hair; saliva and pre cum dripped from his chin. His wide open mouth engulfed me. His teeth scraped the length of my shaft, with the head of my cock somewhere deep in the soft, hot depths of his throat.

Like a jack hammer, Zack began to pound his forehead against my abdomen. It hurt with pleasure all the way through me. I grabbed his hair and thrust my pelvis upward, as his head came pounding down to me.

I sucked in air with great gasps, and started crying, half screaming with the force and pleasure of it all. The sound excited Zack even more. He reached under me, rubbing the wetness between my ass cheeks.

I spread my buttocks wide open for him, and he fingered my ass. I felt it tighten in response to his touch, but he didn't force me. He just waited, rubbing and stroking until I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Fuck me Zack!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard...now!"

And then suddenly, my body was opened wide, and hardness was driven into me. I was surprised by the sensation of burning, of pressure, and pleasure. But it wasn't Zack's cock in my ass... It was his three middle fingers, buried all the way to the knuckles. He finger fucked my ass at the same wild rhythm as he throat fucked my cock.

That was too much. I did scream...a man's wild scream of pure male pleasure and desire. I couldn't stand it...couldn't take it. It was horrible and wonderful and I couldn't stand it another moment, and NEVER wanted it to stop.

I couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming," I scream-sobbed. My back arched and I pumped loads of my sperm into Zack's throat. He moaned as he swallowed. I pumped cum in him like a fire hose. Eight or nine times in a row I shot load after load, and he swallowed it all.

The room was spinning. Every bit of my body was burning, humping, squirting and pounding.

Zack didn't move. Partly because my cock had impaled his head, partly because he didn't want to distract my pleasure, and partly because he didn't want to hurt me--not to mention himself.

Man, I was sobbing. I was hot, and squirming and everything hurt and felt wonderful.

All I could say was, "Oh yes... yes...."

The wave of passion burned over me. My heart pounded in my throat, and my body trembled stiff, until the burning passed through me, and I was limp in Zack's arms.

Gently, he turned me over on my stomach. It helped a bit. I wasn't nearly so dizzy. He folded a terry cloth towel into a pillow, and placed it under my head. Then, Zack grabbed both my thighs, and drew my ass up to his mouth. His tongue was all over me, licking and sucking my ass. His solid tongue stroking the length of the fold between my butt cheeks.

I was moaning again, moaning and writhing. He sucked on each of my balls gently, then firmly. My cock had never gone limp, even after pumping the "mother load" into Zack's eager throat. I was hard alright, hard and hot all over, and lost in the pleasure of his touch.

Zack got up on his knees and spread my legs open. They hung limply in the air on either side of his powerful thighs. There was nothing to rest them on, or prop them up against, and I didn't care. He was going to fuck me at last, and I was ready... was I ever ready.

He slid his cock between my cheeks and waited a moment. I wanted this more than anything. I took a deep breath and made my ass relax. He teased the opening with the head of his cock, teasing and testing a bit at a time, until the head was in my ass. I suppose Zack was being very careful with me. This was my first time, and he wanted it to be good. He was like that, gentle and strong, making sure you felt safe and good.

But, Zack wasn't going to make me wait any longer. I grasp hold of either side of the bench with my hands and pushed myself upward. At the same time, I shoved my ass backwards with all the force I could muster, and shoved every inch of him into my ass. I shoved hard and I shoved with desire and intention, and I buried him in me to the hilt.

It burned and tore with pure pleasure. I loved it.

My eagerness really surprised and pleased Zack. He knew what to do. He began to drive that huge cock straight into my spine. He twisted and turned, finding different areas inside me that made both of us squirm.

The rhythm drove me crazy. The heat, the pain-pleasure, the thrusting I swore it would crush my spine or break through the front of me. I breathed in gasps and all I could do was sway with him to the driving motion. This was the best of anything that could ever exist, and the closest that two guys could ever touch.

Great drops of sweat dripped from Zack's chest and forehead onto my naked back.

I felt his pleasure. I felt the power of it. I felt it burn and build. I felt it grow with every stroke. There was so much of him...driving right through me.

Zack was moaning, gasping and pounding into me harder and harder, faster and deeper. He leaned forward, and let the weight of his body fall onto me. It was crushing, driving the breath from me. His chest hair rubbed my back raw. He kissed my neck and shoulders, then bit at me, as his powerful body writhed and thrust.

I heard a man screaming--it was me.

Then Zack said, "God, I do love you Trent." And he came in me. In my ass...deep in my body. His sperm was like hot bullets shot into my spine and abdomen. I closed my eyes and took in every bit of him. I wanted to hold this moment forever, and I did.

Zack kept moaning and thrusting every few seconds for a couple of minutes. He was past the orgasm, and was just savoring the memory of it. I wouldn't have moved for anything. We laid there for a long time. I was on my stomach. Zack was still on me, just laying there with his cock in my ass. His cum was oozing out, running down my inner thighs and pooling under my body.

I was warm and spent. My entire body hurt and felt wonderful.

When Zack finally pulled out of me, it felt like part of my body had been ripped away. It made this cool, slippery gush sound.

He stumbled to a standing position. Took several great breaths, and did this "Tarzan" victory cry as he pounded his chest with his fists.

I rolled over and laughed. God, he was a beautiful sight. I stood up, a bit wobbly.

"Hello mister," Zack said to me. I reached out to him. We kissed, very deeply and very happily. He lifted me in his arms, right off the floor, and carried me away. I rested my head against his hot flesh. I'd NEVER been THIS happy in my entire life.

He stopped.

"Trent..." he said.

"Yes," I answered, kissing his neck and snuggling against him.

"I promised you a bath you'd never forget. Here it is...."

And he dumped me like a sack of potatoes into that tub of freezing mountain water.

Man did I scream. I floundered and shrieked and gurgled. And this time HE LAUGHED--AT ME. Then, in a flash, Zack was in the water too. He grabbed me, splashed and roared. Even he hadn't expected the water to be THAT cold. The tub overflowed again, wave after wave poured over the sides, and onto the floor as we splashed and struggle in the sweet freshness. I managed to pull his feet out from under him, and "Mr. Surprises" went down under like a water buffalo.

It was wonderful. All of it was wonderful. Even the cold water...was wonderful.

I grabbed that man, and I kissed him like a demon. In that moment, I knew I would love him always. I would make him happy as fucking hell, and he would never be alone again ...and neither would I.

Stepping off the bus at Port Authority at one in the morning, the scared young runaway never felt so alone in his young life. It was the first time away from home. The city garishly lit up looked so different than the green quiet suburbs left behind. Needing a place to crash, nervously he calls Marc's friend Big John but there is no answer.

Within minutes the gritty reality of city life envelopes. Walking down 42nd Street, the dealers and the whores approach but he has neither the interest nor the money to buy anything they are selling. Feeling so afraid and unsure, golly would he love to take the next bus back home but he can't. Gosh, what a nightmare.

He did not look like the type of kid you would expect to see walking the city's streets. Pretty, almost too pretty, with brownish hair parted in the center, and small at 5 feet tall and only a hundred pounds.

Finding an Sbarro's Italian restaurant, Curt orders a slice and a Mountain Dew. Paying for the food, his wallet is left absent mindly left on the tray. Needing privacy he heads toward the back. After finding a suitable table he sits and munches on the slice. Curt feels the piercing stare from an old creepy geezer sitting just a couple tables away. Suddenly Curt realizes the guy is playing with himself. Grossed out Curt grabs his bags and moves to another section, foolishly leaving his wallet behind. By the time he realizes it is too late, two Spanish kids snatch the wallet and run out into the night. He is pissed off. Inside his wallet was Big John's phone number. Now he will never be able to contact him. With no money and no place to sleep the fuming boy, grabs his bag and walks into the night leaving the slice behind.

With each step up and down Broadway, 7th and 8th Avenue, 42nd and 43rd Streets, the boy puts even more miles between him and that comfortable home he left behind. Young, the boy must fend for himself. His roots are burned completely behind him.

More whores and dealers approach him. Occasionally a pimp tries to entice him. And dirty old men keep trying to talk to him. It angers him that everybody is approaching him while he wants to be left alone. Tired he needs a place to shower and sleep, a place to think over his next move.

Outside a dive bar, an older smiling Pakistani male says hello. Curt worn out from walking, figures that maybe this man can help him. They talk for a few minutes.

The man asks, "Why are out alone on the streets. It is very dangerous for a very pretty boy like you."

Curt admits, "I am a runaway, my stepfather was abusing me so I came up to NYC to find a friend of a friend. Hey man, can you help me out a little. I haven't had anything to eat all day except part of a slice of pizza."

"I am so sorry I am flat broke but I have a friend who pays good money for good-looking models like you."

Knowing already the answer Curt still asks, "What kind of modeling?"

"Nude of course, but there will be no kinky stuff. All you have to do is masturbate as you are photographed."

Curt reluctantly agrees, even though he already posed nude for Marc he hates the idea of being photographed naked. With no other options he agrees and walks several blocks with the man to a spice store. Once inside they walk to a back room where two other Pakistanis greet him. After some swift negotiating they strike an agreement. Curt will get sixty dollars for letting them take pictures of him masturbating.

The three men take Curt to a dreary wood panel room, telling him to strip. As he does, the cameras start photographing. He is then told to lie on his back on a long wooden table and start jerking off. As he starts stroking, he hears the sound of the men dropping their pants. Alarmed he tells the guys that he hadn't agreed to have any sex with them. They assure him that they don't plan to but they were going to masturbate as they watch and photograph. Relieved, Curt as he strokes his dick, closes his eyes and thinks of loving Marc. In a few minutes he shoots a decent load on his tummy. As he finishes cumming, someone shoots their load over his mouth, nose and eyes. Jolted Curt tries to sit up, but the men hold him down and make him watch as they masturbate. Finally the second man's cock pops a load all over Curt's chest. Rubbing the cum into the boy's body the third man also shoots his load on Curt's face. Still they won't let him up until the first man gets off a second shot With their cameras flashing, the man again shoots, this time landing on Curt's legs and feet.

Finally let go, one of them hands Curt a wet towel to wipe their spooge off. After rubbing as hard as he can to get the vile crap off, Curt dresses. Ready to go, he asks for his pay. One of them hand him a ten-dollar bill and orders him out. Curt angrily demands the remaining fifty. the first guy pulls out a gun and says, "Go now."

Feeling he was used and betrayed he quietly leaves, holding back his frustration. Now back on the street he walks for a while, finally stopping at a subway shop for a desperately needed meal.

With no other apparent options, nervously the boy ventures down an alleyway looking for a suitable cardboard box for catching a few Zs. After selecting one, he huddles inside a cardboard box for some well-deserved sleep using his bag as a pillow. About an hour later a commotion awakens him. Peering out of the box, he sees a well-dressed businessman surrounded by a gang of Puerto Rican thugs. The man is drunk and refuses to turn over his wallet. Angrily he pushes one of the thugs asides and tries to escape. Curt screams as the knife stabs the man. As the man falls mortally wounded, the thugs realize Curt is a witness and run towards him. Seeing the danger, he quickly runs out of the alley. Luckily the boy's scream brings an inquisitive squad car down the alley. The thugs take off in the other direction. As the screaming flashing lights pour into the alley, Curt quickly blends into the night. He decides not to go back for his bag, knowing if he did the cops will question him and then place him in a detention center.

Fearing that the thugs are probably still looking for him, he decides to accept whatever is the next opportunity. He can't be caught by the cops and certainly not by the thugs.

By now his wandering brings him to the water fountains in front of Rockefeller Center. The boy sits down on the cool marble wall; while an occasional wind drifted mist of water gently plays with him. Finally the horror of it overtakes him. He begins to cry. Why did his stepfather have to catch him making out with Marc? Why did they have to steal his wallet? Why did he have to leave his bag and why did he have to witness a murder? How is he ever going to hide from those thugs?

He barely feels the presence of another person sitting nest to him.

Finally a gentle voice says, "Hi, you will be all right. Things will work out. Please stop crying."

Through his teary eyes, he looks and sees a handsome blonde haired boy no more than a few years older.

Curt says, "Man, you don't know half the shit I am in. I am really fucked."

The blonde introduces himself "I am Jon, I ran away too. It seems real scary at first and everybody rips you off but eventually you get on top. So why did you leave at home. You don't look like a druggie."

"Hi, I am Curt. No, I am not a druggie. I never did anything more than a little weed. I just got in a fight with my step dad and he was going to send me a military school. I bolted instead."

"That happened to me too. My step-dad found out I was queer and I fled into the night. Now I am a rent boy, serving fat ugly Johns who luckily pay me lots of money for the chance to suck or fuck me. So are you gay too?

Curt admits he is queer. For the next hour the two boys talk about everything. Curt reveals his life in depth even talking about Marc. Finally Jon asks Curt if he wants to crash at a safe place. He promises no sex, just sleep. A weary Curt readily agrees.

Lost in the big Apple, Curt has no idea where they are headed. But when they walk down cobbled streets and deserted piers and warehouses, he feels uncomfortable.

At a small building, almost crunched in between two larger ones, they pause at a faded blue door. A series of sequenced knocks opens the door. Greeting them is Luther, an aged hippie biker, in leather chaps and smoking a cigar. He signals for Curt to come on in. As the biker bolts the door behind, Curt realizes Jon never entered. Knowing he was just betrayed, Curt tries to push his way out but the beefy biker grabs him in a bear hug, carrying the screaming boy down a flight of steps then throws him into a room.

"Hey kid, calm down, nobody ain't gonna hurt you - yet. Trust me." He laughs.

The biker slams the black steel door locking Curt in. Looking around, poor Curt is horrified. The windowless basement room is filthy. The floor's black and white tiles are littered with old newspapers, McDonald cups and boxes. The only furniture is a steel framed bed, with a yellowed mattress. Off to the side is a cubbyhole of a bathroom, the stench of old piss and vomit is over powering. Only the toilet works.

Then the light is turned off, with the room black Curt sobs himself to sleep.

Countless hours later he is woken by a group of three men. Two are muscular white guys in their late twenties, one is bald, and the other wears his blonde hair real short. The third is a black male in his late thirties looks a weight lifter. The guys are dressed real kinky in leathers pants and chest harnesses. Their outfits are adorned with chains.

"Hey kid, come with us." The bald guy demands.

Curt, barely awake screams, "Fuck no. Now let me out of here."

His insolence earns him three powerful slaps right across the face by the bald guy.

The black guy yanks him up by the arm and leads him out of the room. The two other guys walk behind as if they were guards. Up two flights of steps, as they pause outside a thick white wooden door, Curt is just moments from Hell.

The black guy shouts "Are you guys ready for us?"

"In about two minutes, we will let you know when it is all set up. You might as well put your masks on."

Curt can't make sense out of what is about to happen. He can't understand why they are wearing masks. Panicking, he fears he is about to be murdered. Sobbing he begs the guys to let him go, to let him live. They say nothing because they want the boy scared as all can be. Terror sells. Frightened Curt promises me to do anything they want if only they let him escape.

Instead the door is suddenly opened and they are bathed in an intense stream of light from several photographers' lamps. Curt looks into the room. It appears to be some sort of theater designed for a ritual or sacrifice. In the center of the room is a wooden platform topped with a blue foam gym mat. A series of rings are bolted to the two sides. Lying on the floor to one side of the platform is ropes, whips, various dildoes and leather stuff unfamiliar to Curt. On the other side of the platform he sees a nude boy and girl, gagged and bound at their hands and feet. Dried blood appears caked around their genitals. Their bodies are littered with harsh red marks as if they had been whipped. Both kids are crying.

The back of the room is sloped towards the platform. It is set up much like a movie theater, complete with cushioned seats. Sitting in these seats is a cheering group of hundred or so older guys wearing tuxedos. Bolted on the ceilings he spots three remote control cameras, the cameraman is sitting at the monitors off to the side.

As the guys push him in, he fights back, swinging arms and flailing legs. But the strength of the men is too much and the struggling boy is quickly pushed to the center of the room. For the next ten minutes the guys delight in a game of catch the boy, tossing him from one man to the next. And in the process each winner gets to pull a garment off. Horrified and hurting, Curt is embarrassed being striped in front of an audience. He tries to cover his genitals from the cameras' lecherous eyes.

Then the guys drag him onto the platform, throwing him on his belly. The muscular black sits on the boy's back, while the others tie him to the rings. They grab Curt's left foot, then the right foot and tie them down. Curt flails his arms so wildly and they aren't able to catch them. Pissed the black guys punches Curt in the small of his back. For minutes the pain is so intense, Curt can't move or say anything. The cameras tape Curt's torment and shrieks.

With the boy quieting down, the men strip off some of their leather gear and grab some whips. Absorbed in his pain and humiliation Curt does not notice that the men are now standing behind him. Suddenly he hears the whoosh sound as the whip cruelly lands on his ass. Then again and again it strikes. Some strike his legs, arms and back. The crowd goes electric. Curt struggles and screams from the intense agony. Eventually they let the crying boy calm down.

Then the black biker strips off his remaining gear, exposing his rock hard cock, far larger than anything Curt has ever seen in the showers at school. Ordering the boy to suck and not bite, he forces his cock in Curt's mouth. Fearing more whippings, Curt tries his hardest to accommodate but the dick is too large. Frustrated the black guy pulls his dick out and masturbates onto the boy's face, shooting juices over the kid's eyes, hair, and lips. The crowd cheers.

Next, the blonde biker shoves his dick in Curt's mouth. It is smaller and a frightened Curt sucks it like a newborn with a tit. Quickly the biker screams "I am cumming" and then a load of cum fills his throat. As Curt tries to spit the juices out of his mouth, the crowd laughs.

The third biker, from the rear spreads the boy's cheeks his cheeks and fingers his nether region, Curt realizes he is about to be fucked like a whore bitch. With each finger going in and out of his tight butt, Curt begs him to stop. The man laughs and continues to jab. He announces to the crowd that the boy is too tight and he must use a tiny dab of Vaseline. They groan.

Curt braces himself for what he knows is going to be hellish. He ignores the man's suggestion to relax. Instead he angrily clenches his cheeks together as the man lies on top of him. He feels the guy's cockhead trying to enter his hole but he resists with all his might. Without warning, with lit cigars the two other guys burn the soles of his feet. That moment's distraction is enough so Curt involuntarily loosens up and the biker's cockhead is just able to slip in a little bit. Time and time again the men singe his soles, making Curt loosen up allowing the intruding cockhead to slowly slide into his rectum. Curt is shaken from the pain and humiliation. His ass is on fire. It feels like it is about to burst. Vainly the boy tries to escape but he is too tightly bounded to the rings. Finally the man announces he is all the way in. The crowd wonders was the boy a virgin. Proudly the man withdraws his cock, claiming the blood covering it is proof. Thinking the guy is done, Curt is relieved to have the cock out.

But the man lies on top of him again. And ignores the terrified boy's resistance as he again enters the tight rectum. As the man pushes all the way in, the boy fears he is going to be crushed. With his dick firmly impaled deep inside the boy, the man's tongue ravishes the innocent boy's face, neck and armpits. For at least twenty minutes the man roughly fucks the boy to an almost climax then he pauses and begins to roughly fuck him again. His fingers explore the crying boy everywhere. Through this degradation Curt realizes tonight to this crowd he is nothing anymore but a fuckhole, nothing more than a cum rag.

The crowd is going wild. This fuck spectacle is fantastic. To them, Curt's humiliation was so excitedly beautiful. The look on his face, moaning and tears pouring as the man rode him was well worth the fee. Somebody started passing around jars. Many of the men excited by this spectacle fill it a bit with their precious male juices.

Finally the fuck sensations overtake and the man shoots a giant load all the way up Curt's butt. As he screamed out, the crowd went nuts. Curt is terrified from the feeling of the throbbing prick filling his ass. Finally the man withdraws from the cum drenched hole.

Hoping that his agony is over Curt wants to be released from his bounds. Instead the black man lies on top of him and starts to fuck him. Curt's hole resists even blocks harder for this man's battering ram. It takes another series of cigar singes to get Curt to loosen up.

Finally in, the man cries out "I am all the way in! Oh baby this bitch feels so good."

Then the man humps the boy for fifteen minutes. By now Curt is reduced to tears as the man aggressively humps the boy. Finally the man climaxes a wild load. Curt again feels the spooge soaking all over his insides. To the cheering crowd the man invites the audience to inspect the boy's battered hole.

After the crowd examines him, the blonde biker lies next to the boy. Lovingly the man explores the boy's body, his tongue gently bathing the boy. His fingers snake under the boy and massage his dick. A few strokes and Curt can't control himself. He screams as his cock flushes clean the boy semen from inside his balls. The man whispers in his ears, "You are so beautiful, I fucking love torturing you."

Next the man's dives his face and tongue into the boy's. Kissing like French lovers, strangely the boy starts to enjoy this man. As they kiss, the man snakes his arms to the boy's ass and dick. With one hand, slowly his fingers play with the boy's ravaged hole. With the other hand he brings the kid's cock to life again. With another few stroke the boy cums again.

Then the man slowly mounts Curt. Gently he enters and slowly his cock slips down. With a gentle steady pace, the man rides the boy. Curt shudders as this man screws him. With a scream the man shoots his load deep within. For a few more minutes he embraces and tongues the boy. Satisfied that he has broken the boy's spirit he slides off to the cheering crowd.

Relieved, the boy is untied. So broken is he, when handed the jarful of cum, he opens his mouth wide as the MC pours in a mouthful and swallows it as told. Curt now lives to be shamed.

The blonde biker whispers, "You did well, you did exactly as they want, you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise you. In an hour or so you can return to your room. They just want to look at you and play at little more. Just keep calm, the worse is over."

Startled, Curt asks, "Will they murder me, please I don't want to die."

"No, you are safe, I will protect you."

Curt is ordered to lie on his back, and then the other tormented boy is also forced to lie on his back next to Curt. Then the girl is forced to lie on the other side of Curt. The arms of all three kids are bound to rings.

One of the tuxedoed men dons a gold mask and speaks into the microphone. "For our closed circuit viewers, in a few minutes the festivities will be ending. We hoped you enjoyed tonight's triple feature including the deflowering of two boys. And most of you saw pretty Carla's deflowering last night. We ask you back tomorrow night to watch another night of The Fort's Theater Productions. On this star-studded weekend, we promise another triple feature show with at least one fresh young virgin deflowered. I promise you tomorrow's will be a dog of a show."

Hearing those words, the crowd breaks out in a knowing laughter.

As the photographer's lights shut down, the crowd gets up from their seats and the masks are all shucked. Like in a Fellini movie, four young teen boys nude except for studded leather dog collars roll in carts full of buffet food and champagne bottles. For the next hour or so, Curt and the two other remain bound to the platform as nothing more than a centerpiece for this party celebrating their rapes. Countless hands and fingers explore the kid's bodies. Too often a guest whips out his tool and shoots a load onto the kid's face or bodies. The three kids are a mess, covered with countless shots of jism from the hundred guests.

Eventually the party breaks up, and Curt is brought back to his room. Humiliated, degraded and angry Curt screams his frustrations. Covered in his ravisher's dry cum he falls to sleep. He is nothing more than a cum rag that cries. During the night, he dreams of the blonde biker who said I love you and then disappeared. And twice his lust betrays himself in the form of wet dreams. He won't admit it but he rather liked his abuse.

Curt now locked in that darkened room slept for many hours, trying to heal his body agonized from the torture and abuse. In his dreams, he is again with Marc, tenderly making love.

They left him on dirty mattress wearing just tattered underwear. His sticky body stinks of stale cum and piss. Only a greasy pillow and a thick itchy blanket offer comfort. The concrete walls and floor make the room a prison of solitary confinement, a dungeon.

After many hours, he finally awakens, and then tries to move but the pain is too formidable. There is too much body hurt from the whips, the burns and the repeated rapes. From lying still so long, his muscles stiffened, making it harder to move without torment. But eventually he must urinate. Slowly he slides to the mattress's edge and pisses at the floor. He wishes he had the strength to wash off all the dried spooge and piss. Worn out from the exertion, he continues to drift in and out of sleep.

Eventually Curt can no longer sleep. His body feels better as if someone rubbed a healing salve over the wounds. And in the air is a hint of a medicine. Curious Curt wonders who tended him. Perhaps it could have been Jon or the blonde biker? Perplexed but grateful, he struggles to sit up. At first he can't find the coordination. His muscles ache from inactivity. Over the next hours he pulls himself upright, wincing at the pain from lying still for days.

It is time to face facts. If escape were possible from this hellhole, where could he run? Since his wallet is lost, there is no way he can find Marc's friend. Going back home is not an option, not with his step dad planning to send him to a military camp "to cure those fag feelings." Nor are the streets of New York City an option. Either those thugs would find him or he would end up in the clutches of some other perverts. He already knows he is easy prey for pimps.

He contemplates the words of the mysterious blonde biker: "You did well, you did exactly as they want, and you won't be whipped anymore tonight I promise. You are safe, I will protect you." But was the protection just for the night or from all future harm? Tears rolls as the boy, hungry, thirsty and frightened he tries to survive in that darkened cell.

Copyright 2002 by Kevin17.

I just returned from a short trip to P-Town where I was looking for a house to rent this summer for myself and a few friends. I know this is a late time to be looking but we just got together and decided it would be fun to try and get one. After going to a few different real estate agencies and finding nothing, I decided to take a break and get some lunch. I had a great lunch at the Lobster Pot where after speaking with a really cute waiter I was informed of another agency I hadn't tried. He told me to go there and ask for Keith and to tell him that Manuel had sent me. What did I have to loose?

I found the agents office and walked in and asked for Keith. The woman at the front desk instructed me to go outside and walk around the side of the building where I would find the entrance to his office which I did. I walked in and there was Keith, tall, thin, bald and HOT! He was probably in his late 30's or early 40's and a really nice guy. I told him I was at the Lobster Pot and that Manuel had told me to come over and see him. I explained what I was looking for, a two bedroom, 2 bathroom unit that was close enough to walk to Commercial Street. He had the perfect place for me and to prove to me how close it was to walk he said we could walk over and look at it now, hopefully we could get there before it started raining. One block away from the house, the rain started pouring down and we both got soaked!

The house was exactly what I was looking for, close walk, two bedrooms and baths and a lot of privacy thanks to tall wooden fences. Because we were both wet, Keith said we should check out the master bedroom first because there were lot's of towels in the master bathroom. When we got there, it was unreal! A king sized bed with a ceiling fan over it to keep you cool and a bathroom with a shower that ran the entire wall and had 4 shower heads. It looked like the shower from a gym. We used a couple of towels and dried ourselves off quickly. While we were standing there I really needed to take a leak and asked if he would mind. The smile on his face showed me it was fine with him and he said it was as long as he could watch.

I undid my belt and opened my pants and let my wet dick out. Already starting to grow from the excitement of Keith watching it was hard to get started but once I did there was no stopping me. As a thick stream of yellow piss came flowing out Keith reached over and held onto my dick for me, placing one finger into the flow and then tasting it with his mouth. I was getting harder by the second and wound up finishing with a full hard on. Instead of closing my pants when I was done, I kicked off my shoes and lowered my pants to make it easy to remove them. Once they were off I walked into the bedroom and got on the bed asking Keith if he was going to join me. I didn't have to ask twice. He was naked very fast and on the bed. We were both about the same size, 7" long and normal thickness but Keith had a much bigger head on his dick than I did. He quickly went down on me and started sucking my dick, working his tongue nicely as he sucked and getting me too close to cumming. I worked him into a 69 position and told him to raise himself up and over my head so he could sit on my face. I love sucking on a hot mans ass and Keith had a fantastic one. Although he was bald and his body was pretty hairless, he had an extremely hairy ass which turned me on even more. I slowly started to eat his ass, running my tongue up and down the entire crack, making shorter strokes each time and working my way until I was just licking his pink hole. Keith was moaning like a mad man, begging me to stick my tongue all the way into him.

As my tongue worked his hole, getting deeper and deeper with each thrust he sucked my dick and then worked his way to my balls and my asshole. I loved the way his tongue felt on my hole, he teased it and then shoved it in as far as he could. I wanted to fuck him so bad! I removed my tongue from his hole and started fingering him. The first finger in got a loud moan from Keith and I asked if he liked what I was doing. He said yes but that he needed more. I inserted a second finger and then a third and asked if he wanted my cock instead - if he wanted me to fuck him hard. Keith climbed off of me and got onto the bed on his knees, lifting his ass as high in the air as he could and begging me to fuck him. I ate his ass a little more to make sure it was nice and wet and then worked my cock into him. His ass wasn't virgin but it was pretty tight and it felt so good sliding my cock in and out. I knew I wouldn't last long. I told him I was going to fuck him hard and cum pretty quick but not to worry, that wouldn't be the end of it. I had one little surprise left for him. One thing that turns me on even more than a hot, hairy hole is to fuck a man, cum in his ass and then have him sit on my face and let me eat my own cum out of him. I reached down and felt Keith's fat cock head and it was covered with pre-cum. I think he really liked this idea. I rammed my cock into him as fast and hard as I could and shot a heavy load, my entire body shaking as I came. Keith was moaning louder and his cock was getting thicker in my hand.

I pulled out of him and laid down, directing Keith to sit on my face. I stuck my tongue into his slippery hole and could taste my cum, salty and hot. He pushed gently and the cum just flowed out into my mouth. I ate it and enjoyed it. Keith was jerking off while I was eating my cum out of his ass and when he got close to cumming he quickly turned around and fed me a nice heavy load of cum. My mouth was filled with his cum and mine.

I found out that Keith and Manuel were lovers and had been together for 7 years. He told me how much Manuel would have enjoyed this, how he loved having his ass eaten. Needless to say, I took this house and made a deal with Keith that him and Manuel would meet me there the first day so that I could eat both of thier asses, then Manuel and I could both fuck Keith, cum in his ass and I would eat it all out of him. I can't wait to see them both on the bed, asses raised and ready for my tongue.

I met a new friend at a town hall meeting one night quite by accident. We were sitting next to each other at the crowded meeting and just started talking. After the meeting we decided to go for coffee.

We became very close friends, and neither one of us knew the other was bi for several months. I have a home office and he worked nights for Exxon, so he would drop over several times a week during the day, when our wives were still at work.

One day he came over and we were having coffee and talking about our kids etc. when he asked me what I thought about a guy we were both acquainted with. And without thinking I blurted out "He has a gorgeous body".

My friend John looked at me in surprise. "Are you... uh... bi?"

I never told anyone who knew me before, but I had gotten so close to John in those first few months I just nodded and said "Yeah".

"Wow!! So am I. My wife doesn't know though."

I told him my wife knew, and it was okay with her, but I hadn't done anything for a couple of years because I didn't really know anyone I could trust.

We talked for awhile about what we both liked, and we started getting worked up and I just reached out and kissed him lightly on the lips.

We went to the bedroom and tore our clothes off and started exploring each other's body. He had a beautiful 8" moderately thick cock, a nice build (neither one of us was a gym bunny) but he was nicely put together.

We began touching and after a few minutes, I turned and took his cock into my mouth. He groaned and arched his back as he reached for my modest 7" and turned me into a 69 position.

We sucked each other for about 5 minutes, then I looked up and said to him, "Fuck me... I want you inside me"

He had me lay down on my side and then got behind me and lifted my leg over his and slid his cock inside me, gently pushing until it was all the way in. It felt so good, that when he started the in and out motion, I came, shooting all over the sheets.

His cock lightly brushed my prostate every time he shoved it all the way in, and it drove me crazy. It made me hard again, but all I could do was lay there and feel him filling me with his delicious cock.

After about ten minutes, I could feel his cock getting thicker and thicker inside me and I knew he was about to cum. I said "Shoot inside me, I want to feel it in there."

With that, he let it loose....thick, hot globs shooting inside me... filling my ass. He was the only guy I ever let cum inside me, and it felt wonderful.

When at last his cock had shrunk out of me, he turned and took my cock into his mouth and sucked me until I shot my second load into his mouth.

That was the beginning of a 12 year relationship, 3-4 times a week, my wife knew and once in a while she took a day off from work to stay home and watch us. Unfortunately, Exxon transferred him to Houston 3 years ago. We still talk occasionally on the phone, but he doesn't get to New Jersey very often. I miss that fun a lot.