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  1. Halloween Evening. In a few days, our boy Kenta will go to a party, as demons stalk the earth. Will one find Kenta? Or is he safe? I've tried to finish this story and stay within the rules for the site. (It's RawTop's site, and I respect his rules) It's probably not going to happen. The last few chapters will probably show up in an issue of my 'zine. DM me an e-mail if you want copies.
  2. Almost entirely gay as well here, but this was fun. It reminded me of this Japanese muscle bottom I used to fuck, and I mentally painted him in. I do enjoy helping a bottom get high and explore his inner pig.
  3. I was away for a week, and come back to this! It's very hot! Your english is amazing -- if you hadn't told me, I'd had no idea. I'm looking forward to seeing what comes next.
  4. Mike had always skipped over the gay parts, fast-forwarding to the next scene with pussy. He had told himself that it wasn't gay that way. It was just two guys having fun. One night, his parents away, he sat out on the porch, feeling the fading warmth of the summer night. He had just smoked a thick joint, and he was feeling the warm, floating pleasure of being stoned. He pulled out his phone, and went to xtube. The fiirst video was hot - like the website knew him. Two guys and a girl. His dick got hard. He reached down and started to stroke. On the screen, the two men were making out Mike stroked his cock as he watched the two men kiss each other. He had never really looked at a guy sexually before, but he was suddenly noticing things about the two men.
  5. Love this! I'm looking forward to your next installment.
  6. Really great start! Looking forward to what you give us next.
  7. 14. Joining the Club "Your hole. So fucking used." Jon kissed me again. "You got some poz cum, huh?" I nodded. "Yeah," I said. He stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Did it feel good?" he asked me. He kept one arm around me, and motioned into the living room. "So fucking good. When he was in me," I said. I had been scared a few moments earlier, but standing next to Jon put me at ease. Dressed in the harness and motorcycle boots, he was scary-looking, but also quite sexy. "How did you feel about getting the unmedicated cum?" "Colby?" I asked. "It was intense. It burnt. Really intense." "Yeah?" Jon said. "I thought you'd like him." I realized that Jon had sent Colby to me. "Now. I think it's time for me to drop a load in your hole. You want that?" I nodded enthusiastically. I had wanted Jon's load from the very beginning; all the other men had been merely necessary inconveniences before the main event. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. One arm drifted down to my ass, and his hand pushed my ass apart. My wet hole tightened at the sudden sensation of cool air. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Oh yeah," Jon said. His fingers brushed against my hole. It was soft, tender, and wet; even the very slight force that Jon was using was more than enough for his dick to slide into me. "Fucking hungry hole," he whispered into my ear. "Ready for every dick, huh?" "Yeah," I moaned. "But I want yours." "I know. It's ok. You're going to get it." He turned his attention away; James was standing next to us. He was empty-handed, which disappointed me. I was high, but I knew I could get higher. Between Colby and the man I knew only as Sir, I had learned that the only thing that mattered was pleasure. They also taught me that drugs were an important part of true pleasure. "I think we both need a refill. And I think he needs some more vitamins." "Right on. Here?" "I think we'll be in the Devil's bedroom." My hole throbbed. Sir hadn't been joking about his religion, nor was he the only one at the orgy who was a follower. "You ready for this?" Jon asked, his attention now focused on me. His dick was sandwiched between us. It was hard and hot, and pulsing with his heart. I knew he was poz, but it didn't matter. I had already taken far too much sperm. One more load wouldn't make a difference. I nodded. "Yeah," I said, trying to tamp down on my rising excitement. "I am." "Good." He turned back to James. "What you think is best for us," he said, smiling. "Oh yeah," James said. "I know what he will need." His eyes met mine. He had a slightly lop-sided smile. It was cute. But he had an unmistakable expression of sadness as well. "It'll get you through," he said, this time clear to me. "Don't let him get you scared," Jon said, as James walked away, disappearing into the dim light. "This is something I've been looking forward to all night." "Me too." "You know Colby's load. Unmedicated." "Yeah," I said. I remembered how it had burnt when Colby fucked it into me. The memory was no longer painful. It had hurt, but it had felt good. It was what I needed. "Felt so hot in me. Burnt me." "Devil's burn," Jon said. "It's intense." I nodded. I remembered how it had burnt, but I was still smiling. "You like it?" "It is intense. But it's supposed to, right?" Jon kissed me slowly. He let his tongue explore my mouth. I pressed my slim, smooth body against his. He was muscular, and it was covered in dark, masculine fur. I wanted to please him. "Yeah. Did someone tell you what it is?" Jon said. I nodded. "It's..." I started. His dick needed to be inside me. I wanted his load. I knew it was infected. I hoped he was unmedicated. I wanted his cum to burn like Colby's had. "It's the virus. Trying to infect me." "Yeah," Jon said. "That's it. I want you to feel it again." He was asking if he could infect me. "Yes," I said, before I could even think. It was my body making a decision for me. I knew it was dangerous. But it was so hot. "Please." "Good. Here." He handed me a pipe. I could barely wonder where he had kept it before the torch had gotten it smoking. "I want both of us full of His spirit." I nodded, and started to inhale. The smoke was familiar and wonderful, and I let it fill my lungs. Any last inhibitions melted away as I got a fresh dose of the drugs. "Mmmm," I moaned, still keeping my lips wrapped around the pipe. "Fuck, that's hot. I love seeing a boy like you take a nice big hit." He smiled at me. I nodded; my lungs were full. Where Sir might have made me inhale more, Jon just took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, as he stuck the stem in his mouth, and took a long hit. He leaned in and kissed me. We swapped our clouds back and forth before finally exhaling. "Another?" he asked me. "Please," I said. We repeated the process, this time taking more time to make out. His cock was stiff between us, a thick masculine rod that I wanted to feel inside me. My own cock was semi-hard, but it was nothing compared to his. I reached down and grabbed it. It was almost too big for just my hand. "Please," I repeated. "I want it." "One more," Jon said, and put the pipe in my mouth. "You've taken Colby's load," he said. "But mine." I watched his face, staring into his hazel green eyes. "Mine is special," he said, before taking the pipe from me. He did a long hit, avoiding saying just what made his load special. Sir had told me about the Deacon, and how he had bred a special virus, one that was resistant to prep. I watched Jon suck down thick crystal clouds, and wondered what kind of virus Jon had. He looked so fit and healthy, it was hard to imagine him as anything but undetectable. "Now, Kenta," he said. We both exhaled, then leaned in and kissed. "Special?" I finally asked. His dick was pressed between our bodies; it needed to be inside me. "Yeah," he said. He put the pipe to his mouth one last time. Any last constraint he might have had was dissolved in the thick white cloud. "I'm not on meds," he said. He paused for a moment. "Actually, I'm full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "AIDS," he said. "I had a bad reaction to some drugs. I needed to take a break. And the virus came roaring back." My cock twitched. Here was one more dirty temptation. "But, Prep," I said. "Yeah. I'm resistant to one of the meds," Jon said. "But if you take your pills like you're supposed to..." He trailed off, and filled the silence with another long kiss. I realized that I still wanted him inside me. "I don't care," I finally said. "I know your cock is going to feel great. Even if it burns." "I want it to burn," he said. Before I could say anything, James appeared, carrying three plastic cups. "Just what I was hoping for," Jon said to James. He turned to me, leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I want you to feel what I can do." The drugs were hitting me hard. It was hard to follow a chain of thought, yet I was acutely aware of how my ass was itching. "Here you go," James said, handing me a glass. It had 1.6 in marker on the side. He gave one to Jon, and kept one for himself. "Cheers," he said. All three of us gulped down the drug-laden orange juice. "Anything else for me," Jon asked. "Yeah," James said. He handed Jon a folded up piece of paper. "Half a gram." "Just what he needs, I think," Jon said. "Right?" he asked me. I nodded. My head was foggy from the drugs, and I really needed to get fucked. "Feels so good," I said. "Doesn't it?" James said. "Jon will get you what you need." He leaned in and kissed me. I thought it was just going to be a peck, but it turned into his tongue exploring my mouth for much longer than I expected. Finally he broke it off. "So hot, seeing you like this," he said. James disappeared back into the dark orgy, leaving Jon and I alone. "Let's go somewhere a little more private," he said. "Some things don't need a big audience." I nodded. I knew what was going to happen. Jon was going to put his cock in me. My hole was raw and tender; with no condom, there was no way I could avoid his infected semen. It wasn't scary anymore. Instead, my dick was dripping at the thought. "Please," I moaned. I pressed my body against his, feeling his cock slide between my legs. "You'll get it," he said. "Don't worry. By the morning, you'll be a member of the club." He leaned in and kissed me. "Initiation is amazing," he said. He kissed me again. I shivered in anticipation. He was going to infect me, and it was the hottest thing I could imagine. A hairy, masculine, older man like Jon, forcing his cock into me. Already it was dripping his AIDS-infested sperm, and I was rubbing it against the tender skin of my anus. "Please," I moaned. "Give it to me." "Come on," he said, stepping away from me. "Follow me. I want to show you something." I followed him. Once outside the dim circle of light, it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust. Even then, I mostly followed his white outline, as he led me down a dark hall. "Here," he said, and opened the door. I stepped in. The room was painted black, with dim lights recessed into the ceiling. Most were blood red, except for one white one, illuminating what I could only describe as an altar. On the top was a queen-sized mattress, covered in a dark black sheet. Inscribed in white was a thick pentagram. "I want you to be a part of our club," Jon said. "Give your life over to pleasure." "Please," I moaned. He was going to fuck me on an altar to Sarah Palin himself. I looked again. The room wasn't entirely bare. There was a small table next to the altar. There was a bottle of lube, some poppers, and a glass pipe already set out. "Please," I repeated. My entire body was buzzing. All I could think about was getting fucked. "That's my boy," he said. "Come on." He stepped to the table, and produced the folded white paper that James had given him. He quickly opened it, and tapped out a mound of white powder. "More special K for you," he said, as he marked out several thick lines. "Here." He handed me a straw. "Start with two," he said. "I've never..." I started. I didn't want to admit how naive I was; before tonight, my drug experience had been almost only marijuana. I wasn't even sure how to snort. "It's cool," Jon said. "Here." He took the straw from me, and held it up to the light. "Like this." He put the straw in one nostril, then with his finger, he held the other one closed. He snorted down the line; the white powder disappeared as he ran the straw down the length of the line. "Oh fuck," he said, suddenly standing up again, and inhaling deeply. "Burns a bit, just so you know." He handed me the straw. "Your turn. It's going to be great," he said. "Trust me." He reached down and grabbed his dick. It was still hard, and the pre-cum was dripping. "Ok," I said, and followed Jon's lead. I snorted down one of the lines. "Oh fuck," I grunted. My nose was burning, and I could already feel the drugs dissolving into my body. "Fuck," I repeated. I was a bit light headed, but was also incredibly aroused. "That's intense." "Do one more," Jon said. "Do it now." I leaned back over the table; there were two more fat lines. "Both?" I asked. I wanted everything. It was going to feel amazing, no matter what it was. "Just one," he said. "But I like the spirit. You're still new to this. We want you to remember your initiation." I snorted down the second line, before I could second guess myself. Once more, the white powder burnt my nose, but the pain quickly disappeared, and the burning was just a pleasant reminder of what I had gotten myself into. "Initiation into what club?" I asked. "Both of them," Jon said. "Sarah Palin," he said, and nodded to the pentagram-covered mattress on the altar. "And HIV," he continued, stroking his cock. "What do you think?" "I want it. Especially from you," I said. "Your cum. Inside me." "It's going to feel so good," he said. He pushed me onto the mattress. I landed right in the center of the pentagram. "Pleasure," he said, as he climbed on the altar to join me. He pushed my legs up in the air, and spread them apart. It exposed my hole, and I could feel the cool air against the sperm-coasted wetness. "So hot. Your hole. So used." "Please," I said. "Infect me." "Of course. But there's no need to rush this." He pushed my legs back, forcing my ass up in the air. "This is a special gift from my Dark Lord. And I want to give thanks properly." He leaned in and pressed his lips against my hole. I had barely been rimmed before, and certainly not by someone as good as Jon. "Oh fuck," I moaned. He pushed his tongue a bit further. He moaned, and the vibrations went straight to my prostate. "Oh damn, that's good." "So fucking used," he said. "Just the way I like my holes. Ready for my sperm." "Your virus," I managed to say, between moans of pleasure. "You're going to infect me." "I know," he said. "I fucking love it." "Is it going to hurt?" I asked. He paused for a moment, then looked down at me, over my soft cock, and smooth body. "You know. When I convert?" "It's going to feel amazing tonight," he said. "And that's all that matters." He went back to rimming my hole, lapping out a few more drops of semen. "Want you cleaned up for my load. Make it easy for your hole to accept my very special gift." "Please," I moaned. I was squirming with each stroke of his tongue. I could feel how empty my hole was now. He had sucked out all the loads I had collected. "Fill me up." "Of course, boy," Jon said. "You're going to be initiated. You want it?" He pushed his tongue into my hole one more, then pulled his head back. "Infect me," I moaned. "Please. Make me part of the club." I looked around; I had sunk down in the mattress just enough to see the pentagram surrounding us. Above me was a hairy, horny devil-man, ready to fuck me raw. The devil was carrying HIV. The devil even had AIDS. "Both clubs tonight," Jon said. "It's going to be about pleasure." He lined his cock up with my hole. I was wet from his rimming, and his dick was wet with pre-cum. "Pleasure," I moaned. He pressed his cock against my hole; the head popped in. "Pleasure," he repeated. "And freedom," he said. His cock slid right into my hungry hole.
  8. 13. Doing the Devil's Work "You're a Devil worshipper?" I asked. It was hard to believe; Sir seemed so clean and fit. "I mean, you follow the devil?" "Yeah," Sir said. "I am a Devil worshipper." I stared at him. The light had changed; it wasn't the pure white of earlier. It had darkened and grown red. His skin glistened with sweat, and drops formed on the hair covering his muscular chest. "You mean," I started. I had to ask. His cock was buried in my hole, and the thought of a dark satanic orgy seemed really hot. "I mean. You're evil?" Sir still, not moving nor saying anything. I was terrified I had said the wrong thing, but then he smiled. 'No. Not evil. Don't worry." I relaxed. "He's never been about evil. He's about pleasure." Sir pushed his cock into me, his dickhead rubbing up against my prostate. I groaned in pleasure, and my dick continued to dribble pre-cum. "About fun," Sir continued, as he pushed his thick cock into my hole. I had never felt so full of cock before. "He's about this," he said, nodding to my hole. "Definitely about this." He pulled out again, and rubbed my p-spot some more. "Feels sooo good," I moaned. "Doesn't it?" Sir asked me. I nodded. "This is what Sarah Palin is really about. Pleasure. It's the puritanical Christians that fucked society." He was smiling; for a moment his eyes were glowing. Sir continued. "The ones that can’t take yes for an answer. This is our way of fucking back." He turned his head, the glow disappeared. It was just my head playing tricks on me. "I fucking love pleasure," Sir continued. The lights were definitely dimmer now, and the music was definitely louder. The room had filled up with even more men, and the room had the salty, musky odor of mansex mixed with the chemical scent of the crystal they were smoking. Sir pushed his cock deep into my hole. "Pure. fucking. pleasure," he said. I didn't think Sir had cum, and yet his dick burnt worse than any devil's dick could. My head was foggy. He hurt like a devil and had just told me he was a devil worshipper. He said it wasn't evil. It was all for pleasure. "Pleasure," he suddenly whispered in my ear. I moaned. He kissed me, and pistoned his cock in and out of me. "Please," I begged. I was still playing with my soft cock; I was surprised at how much pre-cum I was dripping. I wanted to cum so badly, only my dick wasn't cooperating with me. "Pleasure." "That's it. Embrace the fun. Sex and Drugs," he said. He paused, and nodded up to the music. There was a thumping deep house bass. "And pleasure." "Pleasure," I repeated. "Nothing but pleasure." "No fears. Just do what feels good, right?" He kissed me again, pressing his body against mine. He was hot and sweaty. Even with his hair, our bodies slid against each other. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Please. Give me your cock. Give me your load." Even though I had gotten bred barely twenty minutes ago, I needed another one. Sir was already in me. "Breed me." "I love to share my gift," he said. "A lot of guys here like to share their seed." "I want all of them," I said. I didn't care what kind of slut that made me. I was so fucking high and so fucking horny. I wanted every single guy in the room to unload in me. Besides, it was all fine. "Take every load." "Every fucking load that you can," Sir said. He was smiling at me, still fucking me. Only a few minutes ago, it had been painful and sore and hot and intense. But now, I had found the pleasure, and that pain had disappeared. Now it was relaxed, hot, dirty fun. "Show us how slutty you can be." "Make me drip with sperm," I grunted. The only thing I could focus on was the cock in my hole, and even then, my mind would race off to so many other thoughts. For a moment, I stared at his pentagram. It was coated with my pre-cum, from when Sir had pressed his body against mine. It looked so fucking hot in the now deep red light. There was nothing that should have held me back. I didn't have to worry about a disease. Everything was going to be fine. "Cum in me," I said. I wanted to feel his devil sperm inside me. "Cum in me. I'm on Prep." "I know," Sir said. "But you know. It's not perfect. You have to be careful sometimes. And really know what you want." He pushed the full length of his cock back inside me. I shivered in pleasure. "Please," I moaned. "Breed me." I knew what I wanted. I wanted his cock. I wanted his sperm. But most of all, as his dick dripped pre-cum into me, I wanted to be part of this orgiastic brotherhood. But the way Sir had spoken. I wondered. "Careful?" I asked. "Well. There's some Prep-resistant strains out there." He nodded towards the darkness and the city lights beyond. I had known about viral resistance. It had always been so very abstract, but now, it felt so close. The idea of getting infected had been scary just a few hours ago. But with so many hot poz cocks already in me, HIV didn't seem all that scary. It almost seemed kinda hot. The freedom to not worry any more. My dick was still dripping pre-cum. Even as dark as the idea of getting purposefully infected had an allure. It seemed so sexy, especially with a man like Sir. Or Colby. Or Jon. I wanted sperm inside me. I didn't care what would happen. But I tried to play it cool. "What?" I asked. "Yeah. Sometimes the drugs don't work against the virus. It can happen a lot with long-term survivors." He paused. "Although some guys seek it out." "Seek it out?" I asked. It sounded so hot. Prep didn't matter. Prep was the problem, not the solution. There were men that could infect me. The drugs were messing with my mind, but I couldn't help it. I wanted poz cum in my hole. "Yeah. Like the deacon of our Coven," Sir said. He nodded again to the mass of naked men around us, fucking. "He's got full-blown AIDS now. And he's resistant to Prep." I thought about how the Deacon's dick would feel barebacking my vulnerable hole. He would cum inside me, and his sperm would burn when it hit my rectal walls. Colby's sperm had only burnt for a few minutes. The Deacon's sperm would burn much longer. I wondered how long Sir's sperm would burn. Or Jon's. "But how?" I asked. In my hand, my dick was starting to grow. "Did it just happen?" "He bred it himself. Skipped doses of medicines. Let unmedicated guys fuck him. Used every drug he was offered. He was a total sleaze hound. And that's why he's the Deacon." The Deacon was poz, and my medications were defenseless against his strain. He could infect me. Infected. The word was a turn-on. "That's so," I started. I was playing with my dick and it was suddenly hard. "Hot?" Sir asked. He had noticed that my dick had grown. Compared to Sir's massive tool, it was small. But when I got hard, it was like steel. I arched my back, letting it stick straight up. "It's hard not to notice your dick," he said. I nodded. Sir leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. "Tell you what," he started. "Find me later tonight. If you haven't gotten what you need. I'll introduce you to him." He gave me a quick kiss. "If you still want it, of course." "Poz me," I said. I shivered when I said it. I shivered again when I realized that I meant it. I needed to be like all these men. I needed their freedom. They had stared down Death, and come out better for it. I wouldn't be satisfied until I got the Deacon's sperm. "Careful what you wish for," Sir whispered in my ear. "You may just get it." "Please. Fuck me. Breed Me. Poz Me." My dick was hard now. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, thinking about strange men fucking me raw. I didn't care about prep any longer. All that mattered was raw, unprotected, infected dick. "Poz me," I grunted again. "Poz me?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw Jon standing above me. He had lost the dark red codpiece, and his fat cock was hanging in front of him. He still had the motorcycle boots and the harness on, and he still looked like the devil. "I take it things are going well here," he said to Sir. "Right on schedule," Sir said. "He's an eager, hungry boy." "That's what I thought. You bred him yet?" "Not yet," Sir said. "Almost there." "You going to take his load?" Jon asked me. "You know, he's poz." "I know," I said. "It's hot." "I want to see you take his load," Jon said. He was smiling, and starting to play with his dick. "He's a hard fucker." "You should know," Sir said. "You're pretty damn evil yourself." I realized that these two older studs had fucked each other. Neither of them had been half-hearted fucking me; I wondered what it would be like when they got together. The fact that they had both bottomed only made them seem even more powerful. They had a choice, and they had decided to take dick. "Evil and toxic," Jon said. His dick was now hard. He leaned over the couch, placing his dick directly in front of my mouth. I started to lick it; I could taste cum and lube and spit. It tasted like he had put his dick up several more boys since he had fucked me. "Take it," Jon said, gently pressing his dick into my mouth. I gulped down on Jon's shaft. He was dripping pre-cum, and I lapped up every drop. "That's right," Sir said to me. "Get him hard." He turned his attention to Jon. "Want to fuck him after I'm done?" "You gonna give him your gift?" Jon asked. "Hell yeah," Sir said. "He was getting Colby's dick when I came over. So he's got experience." "I'm sure he does," Jon said. His cock was pressed against the back of my throat. I was glad he wasn't trying to push it any deeper; I was right at the edge of gagging. "He was pretty damn thirsty when we last met." I remembered when Jon had shoved his cock inside my hole. The fuck seemed like it had taken place years ago. "Leeease," I managed to grunt. It was hard to say anything with Jon's cock still filling my mouth. "Oz eee." Jon had fucked me barely a few hours ago. But despite how hard his cock was inside me, he didn't cum earlier. He owed me a load. "Fuck yeah," Sir said. His cock was a thick, solid shaft plunging in and out of my hole. I knew it had to hurt. I knew I was in agony from the fuck. But they were just facts. They didn't capture the full erotic intensity of what Sir was doing to me. The pain was all happening to someone else though. Instead, all I could feel was the pleasure, and the pleasure was almost overwhelming. "FUCK YEAH," he grunted again. "Breed him," Jon said. His cock was just as hard as Sir's dick, and even harder than I remembered it was earlier in the evening. "Give him your seed." "Leease," I repeated, still barely tolerating Jon's cock. "Ucking Oz Eee," I moaned. I needed Sir's cum. I didn't care if he was poz, neg, or had no idea. I just wanted sperm inside me. "FUCK," Sir moaned, and slammed his dick into me. He held himself deep, making sure that his dickhead was buried in my soft, vulnerable rectal walls. His cock throbbed, and pulsed, and the familiar warmth of semen filled my guts. "OH FUCK," Sir grunted again, and there was another spurt of his thick cream into my guts. "Give it to him." Jon was encouraging him, leaning in and kissing him on the lips. The two were abusing me; there was a familiar warmth starting to spread outward from my guts. From what Sir had told me, that meant he was filling me with an infected load. I moaned again. My ass was just warm, almost hot. But this time it wasn't a painful burning. This was just a persistent heat, and it slowly spread out from my stomach. "Feel that toxic load?" Jon asked. He was leaning over, looking down at me. "OOOOOHHH," I moaned. "FUUUCK," Sir responded, blasting another load of his toxic spunk into my guts. I had never even barebacked a day ago. Now I was hard as a rock, having high-viral load HIV sperm pumped into my body. I was having the time of my life. "TAKE. IT." Each word was more cum in my hole. "By the end of the night, Ke-" Jon started to say something, then saw Sir's glance. "Boy," he corrected himself. "You're going to be knocked up." He pulled his cock out of my mouth, finally giving me the chance to speak. "Fucking breed me," I moaned. "Poz me up." "Fuck YEAH," Sir yelped, and his cock pulsed one last time. Even after that last pulse, there was still a stream of cock-juice dripping into my hole. I could feel how hot it was, but the painful burn had still not returned. "That's it," Jon said. "Beg for it. That's what we want to hear from an eager boy like you." "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," I moaned. Sir's dick was still dripping cum into me. I milked his cock, trying to get every last drop out. I couldn't stop thinking about how he had just filled me with poz sperm. Or that he was a self-professed Devil worshipper. I had been warned about this lifestyle, but now that I was part of it, I never wanted to leave. "You fucking came in me." "I did, boy. And you loved it. Look at your dick." My cock was hard and dripping, despite all the drugs I had done. I felt so good. Sir's cock felt great and his infected cum was soaking into my body. "Now. Take care of that load for me. Let it soak in." "Thank you, Sir," I said. The phrase felt right; I had never had the urge to call another man Sir, but today, it seemed natural. "I'll keep it as long as I can." "That's the right attitude," Sir said. He turned to Jon. "Had some K about thirty minutes ago and blew some clouds with me." Sir looked me over. "I think he can do more." "I'm sure he will," Jon said. Sir leaned in and kissed me. "Find me if you still need it," he whispered in my ear. Before I could say anything, he had gotten back up, and was sliding his dick out of my hole. "Damn, that's sloppy," Sir said. I felt like my guts were being pulled out with his cock, despite all the cum lubricating us. He left me empty; there was only a gentle warmth remaining. I was glad it wasn't the same burn I had with Colby; I may have begged for poz sperm just a few moments ago, but my head was finally starting to clear. "He'll get more," Jon said. Sir had pulled out the last of his cock, leaving me completely empty. "Right on," Sir said, and slapped my ass. My skin burnt where his hand hit me. "I'm sure you're going to get plenty more." He stood up from the sofa, walked into the cloudy darkness, and left me alone with Jon. Jon pulled me up so I was facing him, then wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. "Your hole," he said, and kissed me again. "So fucking used."
  9. 12. Feel the Burn "Here's hoping you get fertilized," Colby said. "You've got a lot of cum up there." His dickhead popped out of my hole. I could feel how wet my guts were, and every drop was like a hot iron spark. It burnt, and I needed a break. Colby turned to the stranger. "Want a turn?" he asked. "Hell yeah," the stranger said. "Other kid tapped out," he continued. "He's gonna be a lucky boy." "Kenta is his name," Colby said. It felt good that he had remembered my name. "Doesn't really matter, does it?" the stranger said. He pulled his dick out of my mouth. "At least he got me half hard," he said. Colby got up from the sofa where he had been kneeling between my legs. "Take care of my friend here," he said. "I'm sure I'll see you later in the night." I nodded. "I think I need a break," I said. Colby didn't say anything in response, and just disappeared into the foggy darkness around the sofa. The stranger quickly took his place between my legs. "Maybe a break?" I said to him. "Yeah," the stranger said. He turned to his left, into the darkness. The muscles rippled across his body, and drew my gaze down to his flat, ribbed stomach. There was the familiar shape of an inverted pentagram. There was a biohazard tattoo inside it, just above his belly button. I felt like I was the only HIV-negative man in the room. He made a motion into the darkness. He must have been able to see better than I did, because James appeared before his hand was even down. The stranger turned to the hairy young man. "I think my friend needs some Vitamin K," he said. "Of course," James said. Like Colby, he also disappeared out of the circle of light. The stranger turned back to me. "You can call me Sir," he said. I started to speak, but he stopped me. "Names have power. Not tonight." His dick automatically sought out my hole. He was more than hard enough to fuck me. "Did that burn?" Sir asked me. "Yeah," I said. "A lot." "Still?" "Yeah." He kissed me. I hadn't expected that from him. It was an unexpected bit of tenderness. His cock was pressed up against my hole, but he hadn't penetrated me yet. My hole was empty and the white-hot pain had settled down to a gentle, almost arousing throb. I needed another man to fuck me. "You're on prep?" "Yeah. Why?" "Just be sure to take your pills tomorrow." "I try my best. Why?" "The burning. They call it the Devil's burn." "Devil's Burn?" It was scary. But it was also sexy. The throbbing in my hole had some meaning. "Yeah. It means you've got infected sperm in your hole." I froze. I had let HIV+ men cum in me. But I was on Prep, and they were on meds. Then I remembered that I had let a man with unmedicated HIV ejaculate in me. "But it doesn't hurt as much now," I said. The heat had faded. It was now just a dull throb. It almost felt good. A memory of the men that had been inside me. Sir smiled at me. "That's good. It means your body fought it off. Like a little fever. It's when it doesn't stop," he said. "That's when you need to be worried." "But, Prep?" I asked, half rhetorical, half utterly unsure. On some level, it didn't matter. What I had done, I had done, and I loved the feeling of poz daddy dicks fucking me and breeding me with their thick, risky cum. I was in complete sexual bliss, and although I voice reminded me how sore my asshole was, I was going to let Sir fuck it as soon as he wanted. "Prep can help, for sure," Sir said. He had a deep, masculine voice. It was commanding, but caring. I closed my eyes, and listened to him. "But sometimes there's a limit. That's the Devil's Burn," Sir said. "He's got the Devil's Burn?" a new voice said. I opened my eyes, and saw James standing by me. He was holding two more plastic cups, half-filled with orange juice. "This will help it." "I'm sure it will help him power through," Sir said. "That for me?" he asked. "Yeah," James said. James handed me a glass of orange juice, and a pill. "Take this," he said. "It makes the pain feel so much better." "Cheers," I said, tapping the edge of Sir's cup, before putting the nondescript white pill in my mouth. I washed it down with the GHB-infused juice. It tasted just as bad as before. "That's hot," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and full. I could feel how young he was, compared to the other men, even Seth. He was practically my age. "Seeing you take those drugs. All those dicks." "You'll get your turn, boy," Sir said, pulling James off my lips. Sir didn't mean anything by it, since he grabbed the hairy young man and started to kiss him. "He's gonna join the club tonight." "I'll be back in a bit to make sure he's good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me once more. "Devil's Burn," he whispered. "I'm so fucking jealous. All that poz cum." As soon as James pulled off, Sir leaned in and kissed me. His lips were rougher, but his motions were more practiced. He had years of practice to get to this point, and I couldn't resist him. "Please." I moaned. "Fuck me." My hole was throbbing now, but right now, it wasn't the deadly Devil's Burn. It was just my insatiable sexual hunger. It had been bottled up for so long, and the men, drugs, and freedom had unleashed it. "Yeah, boy," the older man said. "Give yourself over to the pleasure. It feels good, doesn't it?" "Pleasure," I muttered. It had been the same word that Colby had used. It felt amazing, Sir's body against mine and his hard cock pressing against my hole. "Fucking pleasure." "Feels so good, doesn't it?" Sir said. He had a glass pipe in his hand. "Ready for it?" he asked. He lit the torch and did a long draw from the pipe. "Pleasure," he said, letting only a tiny bit of the cloud escape from his lips. "Pleasure," I said. He put the pipe in my mouth. I was already far too high. But I couldn't resist another hit from the pipe. I had already started inhaling., but then Sir spoke. "Do it," he said, and exhaled his hit. His command made it essential that I make it a proper hit. "Fucking pleasure," he said, as I continued to suck down the thick cloud. "Now, hold it for me," he said. I just nodded. He did another long hit. His dick was right against my hole. The slightest move by either of it would force it into my hole. It had been very well used over the course of the night and there was no way I could resist his intrusion. "Please?" I said. "Thought you would never ask," he said. He leaned in and kissed me, forcing the rest of the cloud into my lungs. "Nothing better than fucking a hot boy like you. Fucking pleasure." He reached down with one hand, and grabbed on his dick. "Please," I moaned. He held his mouth against mine, keeping me from exhaling the hit. He guided his dick into my ass. I forced myself to relax, and to accept his man's cock into my hole. It was easy; he was hairy and masculine and hot, the perfect comparison to my smooth, boyish body. His cock was just as masculine as the rest of his body. The fat head pressed into my hole, and I struggled not to scream. His cock felt like a white-hot rod, intent on reaming out my ass once and for all. Even with the full weight of his body pressing down on my, I struggled against the traumatic penetration. "Please," I begged him. "Relax," he said. "Just one thing." I forced myself to nod in agreement. I wanted him out of me. It hurt, and I was scared. But his cock was so hard, and I wanted to know what he was capable of doing to me. "Uh," I started. I knew I had to tell him to start. My asshole was burning, and I wasn't going to be able to take another insistent cock. Especially one as thick and as hard as Sir's. "Uh," I said again, unable to even mouth the words. "Just get used to it," Sir said, and sunk another three inches of his dick into me. "You're going to love it." He kissed me again, and the last of his shaft disappeared into my hole. My body tensed up. The pain was intense and almost unbearable. "You can find the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," he said. "Please," I said. His dick was all the way inside me, and he was huge. "I need a minute." I had never felt so utterly penetrated by a man. "Please," I grunted, struggling to keep from screaming in pain. "Relax," he said. "You love getting fucked. You're going to love this," he said. "Just focus on pleasure," he said. "Focus on the pleasure. Just the pleasure." "Pleasure," I said. I closed my eyes again, trying to concentrate. His dick was sliding in and out of me. It was wet and slippery from all the fluids inside me. "Please," I groaned. I felt so vulnerable. He was fucking me, almost raping me, and as much as I tried to stop it, I couldn't bring myself to deny him the pleasure. "Pleasure," I grunted. I kept my eyes closed and focused. Sir's cock was hard, pushing its way into me. It didn't hurt as much either. Over the next several minutes, he continued to fuck me, and each stroke felt better than the one before. "Please," I finally moaned. "It feels so damn good. Fuck me. Breed me." "That's it, boy," he said. "That's the Vitamin K kicking in." He pushed his dick into me. I knew that this was hurting me, but it didn't bother me. All I could focus on was the pleasure. I might regret it in the morning, but this was perfect. "Now we can really have fun." I ran my hands over his taut, muscular torso. He worked out, but he wasn't overly muscular. It was a compact, powerful body, covered in lovely, thick fur. His nipples were fat and hard, and he moaned as I played with them. I wanted his seed so badly. "Keep it up, boy," he said, as I continued to play with his nips. "Keep it up, and you're gonna get a hot poz load." My hole ached, and it needed another load of sperm. I had taken a pill earlier in the morning, and it meant I didn't care that Sir was infected. "Feels so good." "That's right," he said. "Just pleasure." He had the pipe out again. "Drug-fueled, all-man pleasure." He heated the bowl, and inhaled. I loved watching him smoke. The white flecks of crystal in the pipe matched the grey in his beard, and the powerful drug would loosen the last of our inhibitions. "Fuck," he moaned, exhaling a cloud of crystal. He took another hit. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling it puff out with the drugs. He could suck in massive hits, and I loved his tolerance and endurance. I let my hands drift down, across his flat stomach. I traced out the rays of the pentagram. Colby had one as well. They looked good on the older men. "What's this?" I asked. "Mark of the church," Sir said. Colby had said it was a fraternity. Sir's answer suggested far darker and depraved explanations. "What?" I asked. "Church?" At first, all I thought about was Devil worshippers. I remembered a scene I had read in some barely believable, barely edited piece of fan porn, a group of devil worshippers in an all-night orgy. My hole twitched and my dick throbbed. "Yeah. Learned long ago that this is the path I needed to follow," Sir said. His dick was throbbing, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into me. "He's been there for me, in ways Jesus never was." I reached down and grabbed my dick. It was still small and soft, but it was dripping pre-cum. I was really high, and everything was a turn-on. Even the idea of a church of darkness and evil was a turn-on, and it was made even worse by the deep-dicking I was getting from a follower. "You mean, you..." I stuttered. I couldn't believe I was about to utter what I was about to ask. Even worse, my dick was dripping pre-cum at the merest thought of it. "You're a Devil Worshipper?"
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  11. 11. Medicated / Unmedicated "And you're going to take all of it," the stranger said. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. I inhaled, letting it fill up my lungs. "That's it. Get you ready for a proper deep-dicking." "Just fuck me," I grunted. His dickhead pushed against my hole. It was impossible for me to resist him. But it didn't matter because I wanted it. He was muscular and masculine, and there was no way I would ever refuse the demands of a man like him. "Please?" "Such a slutty boy," he said. His dick slid into my hole. There was no resistance. "How many men have been up there tonight?" I stared at him, still a bit dazed and dick-hungry. "Can you even remember?" he asked. He was smiling as he pushed another few inches of his fat shaft into my hole. "I..." I started. I tried to count. There was Seth. There was Jon. Or maybe they were swapped. There was Sarge and Shay. There was someone between the two sets, but as I tried to focus, the memory slipped away. "I.." stammered again. "Let's call it a lot of loads," he said. "I'm Colby," he said. "I'd hate for you to have to take another anonymous load." "Kenta." This didn't require any thinking, so it was a lot easier to answer. "I'm glad we met, Kenta," Colby said. "You feel really good." "You do too," I said. I closed my eyes for a moment, focusing on his dick sliding deeper into me. "Please, Colby. Breed me." "Oh, don't worry. I'm going to anoint that hole." His hips pressed against my thighs, announcing that he was at full penetration. "You been partying?" I nodded. Unlike Jesse, he was already starting to drip his precum into me. I loved that he was sharing his fluids with me. It was the way men could bond, and I needed it. "Right on. Makes the night feel really good, doesn't it?" I nodded again, and opened my eyes. He had a pipe and torch, and was already heating the bowl. "I'm just starting," Colby said. "But you're just the kind of boy I like to party with." He put the pipe in his mouth and slowly inhaled. He grunted in pleasure as he methodically drained the bowl. He held the hit, then exhaled a good sized cloud. "That's so fucking nice," he said. He put the stem of the pipe in my mouth. It Was still smoking. "Inhale" he said. I loved how it felt, his cock in my ass, and his drugs in my lungs. I would take anything he gave me. "Good boy," he said, as he took away the pipe. I held the hit as long as I could, before finally exhaling it. I watched him do two more hits in quick succession. "All those cocks, boy. All of them raw?" "Yeah," I said. "But it's ok. I started prep a few days ago." His dick stiffened. "Fuck. That's hot. All those loads up there." Colby was pumping his dick in and out of me, distracted by how good it felt. Then he turned his attention back to me. "Gotta get you ready," he said, and stuffed the smoking pipe back against my lips. "Suck on it," he said. I took another long hit. The crystal felt so good filling my lungs. "Take another hit," Colby said. He held the torch under the bowl and soon it was filled with the thick clouds again. "It feels so good, doesn't it? The drugs." He looked around. "The men," he continued. "And the sex." I just nodded, inhaling from the pipe. My head was spinning again, but I didn't care. I loved what he was saying. "Hold it," he said. "Make me proud." He took a long drag from the pipe. "Mmmmmmm," he grunted as he exhaled. He smiled, and I exhaled as well. "Please," I grunted. I was so horny. I reached down, but my cock was stubbornly soft. Still, it felt good to play with it. "Fuck me." "Of course," he said, and pushed his dick deep into me. He kept on fucking me for a few minutes. The hits of crystal I had done were coursing through my blood, and this entire night felt perfect. "Ahh, you have a friend," Colby said. I opened my eyes. James was standing next to us, holding two glasses a quarter full of orange juice. "For you, per the doctor's orders," he said, handing me one of the glasses. "And for you," he continued, handing the other glass to Colby. "Because I know what you like." Colby smiled, and took the glass. "How much?" he asked. "Enough," James said. Colby turned to me. "Cheers," he said, and we clinked the glasses. He downed in one gulp. I tried to do the same, but the bitter chemical taste was barely masked by the juice. Still, I swallowed it all. "I can take those," James said. His cock was thick and hard. I wondered what it felt like. "Take this first," Colby said, and handed him the pipe. "Looks like you could use some." James didn't say a word. He took the pipe, stuck it in his mouth, and carefully heated the bowl. Colby continued to slowly fuck me, dripping his pre-cum into me, but we were both watching James do his hit. As he exhaled, Colby spoke. "Another. And shot gun it to Kenta here." On the second one, James took his time, making sure it filled his lungs. I exhaled, and he leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. They were warm and soft, and his hairy chest brushed against my smooth skin. He exhaled, then kissed me for a long time. Finally, he broke off. I exhaled the hit, and as the dense cloud hid us, he leaned in, and whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry. I'll see you on the other side." I tried to make sense of what he said, but he stood up, took my glass and then Colby's, and disappeared back in the dark, sweaty blackness of the orgy. Colby was already doing another hit. This time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. His lips were soft in contrast with his coarse beard. Just like James, his hairy chest pressed up against my smooth one, reminding me what a man he was. We made out, as his cock pressed deeper into me. "Looks like you're getting properly medicated tonight," he said. I nodded. "Yeah. I don't really do much drugs," I said. "But you said you were on prep?" he asked. "Well. Yeah," I said. Prep wasn't a drug. It seemed different. The crystal I was smoking with all naked men was the opposite of the prep I was taking. Same with the GHB that James was always handing me. It was there for pleasure, not for my health. "But you know. Prep is different." "You're going to learn a lot about drugs tonight," he said. "Jon and JP's parties always have lots of great drugs." His cock was throbbing in my hole. There was a steady drip of pre-cum into my hole. "When did you start on prep?" "A few days ago," I said. "Really?" Colby raised his eyebrows and smiled. "When?" "Wednesday," I said. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when I took that first blue pill, but it was just three days ago. A lot had changed since then, and much of it had been concentrated in the last few hours. "What about you?" I asked. "Oh. I'm not on Prep. I'm already poz." "I mean, how long have you been poz?" "About five years now." I ran my eyes over his body. He looked fit and healthy. I couldn't tell that he had a deadly disease. "You look good," I said. "The meds must be good, huh?" "Yeah," Colby said. "This stuff is amazing. You want some more?" He raised the pipe and started to heat up the bowl. "Of course you do," he said, before he stuck the stem in his mouth and inhaled slowly. "Please," I moaned. His cock was now deep inside me. My dick was throbbing, although when I reached down to play with it, it was still soft. It was such a turn on when Colby told me to do more drugs. "I meant the HIV drugs." Colby nodded, then stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Inhale," he said, as he exhaled his hit in my face. "I'm not on HIV drugs," he said. I gulped. Colby was poz and he wasn't on any drugs. "But. You're poz," I said. A thick cloud of crystal drifted from my mouth. "But not on..." "Yeah," Colby said. He pulled his dick almost all the way out of me. "I'm poz," he continued. "Poz and proud." He slid his dick all the way into me. "And this feels great. Doesn't it?" I nod. I was terrified, but also turned on. Colby's cock felt so perfect inside of me. It wouldn't feel this good if I made him wear a condom. "But. But the virus?" "Yeah. It's always a risk," Colby said. I wanted to tell him to stop. I knew I should tell him to stop. This was dangerous. Yeah, I was on Prep. But Prep was for sex with undetectable guys. "Maybe," I started. But I forgot what I was supposed to say. It was important. But so was Colby's cock. "Maybe?" Colby asked. "I'm pretty harmless," he said. "Just a big cock." He was deep inside me. It was easy to tell he was unprotected; he felt so good inside me. He was also un-medicated, and as I focused on his dick, I felt an unfamiliar burn. "Feel that? That heat? That's my virus." "So warm," I moaned. It wasn't too hot, nor did it burn. It was a slow, gentle warmth. "Feels good." "Yeah. But you gotta be careful. Some guys. They've got a prep-resistant strain." "I'm on prep," I said. The tina was swirling in my skull and I was fantasizing about poz guys fucking me. It was dirty and sleazy, and just a fantasy. Not that it mattered. My doctor told me that Prep meant I didn't have to worry. "I know," he said. He had leaned in, and was pressing his hairy, sweaty chest against me. "You're not scared, are you?" "Prep. It means I don't have to worry," I said. "No," he said. "You don't have to worry. At least with my poz cock." I shivered when he said poz cock. He had it buried deep in my ass, and there was nothing protecting me from his constant drip-drip-drip of pre-cum. It was intensely hot and arousing. "The guys here," he started. "Yeah?" "Almost all of us are poz. Some are even full-blown." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Full-blown with AIDS," Colby said. "You still want to be careful about getting bred with AIDS cum. And the resistant stuff." AIDS. That was what I was really afraid of. I had seen the pictures of the gaunt men, cut down in the prime of their life. The mention was shocking, and helped to sober me up. "But it's easy to tell, right?" I asked, surprisingly coherent. "I'm always surprised," he said. "It's just best to ask. And remember to take your drugs." The pipe and torch appeared again, and he did a hit. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. As always, he blew a relentless, thick cloud. I shouldn't have done any more drugs. I was already too high to make any decision, much less a good decision. Yet once more, my body had other plans. "Please," I moaned. "Give me another one." I felt so good from the drugs. I wanted Colby to give me more. There was something very hot and right about a man like him forcing me to take drugs as they were fucking me. "And give me your poz load." "Nasty slut boy," Colby whispered in my ear. "I'm going to give you everything you dreamt of. And more." He stuck the pipe in my mouth, and pushed his dick into my ass. I just inhaled; there was nothing else I could do. "That's it. Let yourself get used to it. How good the drugs feel. How good a poz cock feels." "How good you feel. How good bareback feels," I mumbled, slowly exhaling the hit. "Focus on the pleasure," he said. "Pleasure," I repeated. "Pleasure," he said. "Absolute, utter pleasure." We continued to fuck. His cock was sliding in and out of me, lubricated by his pre-cum and the sperm of all the other men. "Just pleasure." I reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still soft, even though I had never been quite so aroused. "Here," he said, and grabbed my hands. He put them on his chest. His skin was warm, almost hot, and was stretched over firm muscles. There was a thick coating of hair, but it was wet with accumulated sweat from our sexual work-out. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his erect nipples, before I moved down over his stomach. He was a man, so there was a slight gut. But there was no part of him that was soft, and he had a powerful core. I also took a long look at his tattoos. "Pentagram?" I asked, studying the black pentagon shape on his stomach. "It's for a fraternity I'm in." "Like college." "No. More than that. I'm sure you'll find out," he said. He was smiling. "And you'll love it." He leaned in and kissed me. "Now," he said between kisses. "Let's get you bred." "Please," I moaned. He felt so damn good, and I was getting hungry. There was no reason to delay anything. "Make me feel good." "That's right," he said. "Pleasure above all else." "Pleasure," I said. He thrust his cock into me. "Pleasure," said a new voice. The new man had climbed onto the sofa, and was right by my head. I looked up, seeing his hairy, muscular body. He had a gymnast's build, muscular, but dense and compact. He also had a thick, heavy cock. It was hanging down, fat and wide, but not yet hard. "Absolute, fucking pleasure," Colby said. "Pleasure," he moaned again as his cock slid all the way into me. "Giving pleasure." He pulled his cock out, then slammed it back into me. I gasped. "Taking pleasure." "Just pleasure," the stranger said. He let his dick brush against my lips. It was warm, and there was a bit of pre-cum at the tip. I tried to lick it, but he pulled it away. The salty-sweaty smell lingered though, reminding me how hungry I was. "Give it to him," the stranger said to Colby. "You want my poz cum?" Colby asked me. "Make you feel good. Give me pleasure." I nodded. The stranger had brushed his dick against my lips again. I tried to lick it again; I wanted everything inside of me. But he pulled away first. "Pleasure," I said. It was a hot, horned-up evening. Pleasure was the only priority. "Please," I said. "Oh fuck," Colby moaned, and slammed his cock into me. "So fucking close," he grunted, and pounded my ass relentlessly. I gasped, a combination of pain and pleasure. But before I could mutter even a grunt, the stranger finally relented and lowered his dickhead into my mouth. I was momentarily distracted by the stranger's musky head, and I started to lick it clean. I could taste pre-cum and sweat and piss and lube, all the necessary ingredients of a modern sex pig. I gulped down on his dickhead and shaft. "FUUUCK," Colby grunted, and I was jerked back to my immediate reality. The older man had rammed his raw cock back into my ass. Although he had been fucking me for quite a while, the most recent thrust had set off all my pain receptors. I was acutely aware that he was only the latest in a line of men to have used my hole, and it was now quite sore. "Your hole got so hot," he moaned. "I want to breed it." "Pleasure," the stranger said to Colby. "Get it." The stranger's dick was starting to grow in my mouth. His shaft was starting to press against the back of my mouth; much more and I would gag. Between his relentless mouth-fuck and Colby's agonizing pounding, it was hard to imagine what pleasure meant. "FUUUUCK," Colby grunted again. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned. I could hear the men in the darkness slow slightly, listening to Colby get off in my ass. His dick throbbed, and a thick fluid coated my guts. At first, the semen soothed the painful burning sensation in my asshole. But then, Colby pulled partway out, and let his dick inject me with another few cc's of his cum. The second spurt was pure fire. It was as if Colby was filling me with molten lead, and each move of his dick made my ass burn even more. I didn't know how I was going to withstand it. "Pleasure," the stranger said, watching me squirm. There was no escaping being fucked. Colby's shaft slid back into me, and deposited another jet of white-hot sperm. "Take it," Colby grunted. "Take my poz cum. TAKE IT." "Oh god," I yelped. Colby gave me another dose of his high viral load sperm. My ass was now coated with his semen. I thought it was going to make his thrusts easier to endure, but every stroke burnt. "Oh God," repeated, whimpering each time Colby's dick spurted more semen into me. "TAKE IT," Colby grunted. On my back, legs in the air, it was impossible for me to resist. I had to take his sperm. "Take that dirty poz seed." Above me, the stranger dripped a bit more pre-cum into my mouth. I was glad that I was sucking him off; my hole was burning and it would be hard to get fucked immediately after Colby. "I know you love it," the stranger said. "Just focus on the pleasure." "Fucking PLEASURE," Colby said, repeating the stranger's mantra. His dick throbbed once more, and the burning in my hole only got worse. "Pleasure," he said. "Filled you up there." "Full of poz sperm, huh?" the stranger asked. I nodded as best I could with his dickhead still in my mouth. "Almost dripping out," Colby agreed. "Be a good boy," he said to me. "Hold it in as I pull out." I clenched my ass. It had been a few hours since Seth had first pressed into me, and my muscles were reaching exhaustion. But I was still able to tighten up enough to keep Colby's precious load in my hole. "Here's hoping you get fertilized," he said.
  12. 10. Doctor's Orders "Oh HELL," Shay grunted again. His cock spurted several more times, spraying his precious, masculine load inside of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the new guy stroking his dick with one hand, and playing with his nipple in another. There was something across his chest, but I was too high to figure it out. The stranger was staring at me. He was enjoying the scene, and it was turning him on. But it wasn't a lustful, desiring stare. It was something darker, more controlling. He had seen what he wanted, and he was going to get it. There was nothing I could do that would change that. He was going to fuck me. "Give him what he needs?" "He's got my vote," Shay said. From a pocket, he produced a black marker. He scribbled something on my chest, under where the other men had put their initials. I tried to read it, but between my position, the drugs, and the upside-down writing, I could only make out an S. "And my load," he said, as his dick twitched one last time in me. "He's fucking dripping sperm tonight," the stranger said. "Best way for a boy like him," Shay said. He smiled at me, before slowly pulling his dick out of me. "Gotta make sure every drop stays inside you. Get you pregnant, huh?" The two men laughed. "It's not quite pregnancy," the other man said. He had stepped all the way into the pool of light. He was in his mid-thirties, his hair thinning a bit, and there were a few flecks of grey in it as well. But it only made him look more mature and masculine. That was helped by his erect cock. It was about the same size as Shay's, or maybe a bit smaller. But a bit smaller than Shay was still a big dick. In the light, I could see his costume more clearly. Around his neck hung a lanyard with an ID badge and a stethoscope. He had pushed down a pair of faded green scrubs; they were taut around his hairy, muscular thighs. He was a horny, hung doctor. Although I craved a thick cock deep-dicking me, I knew my limits. A more reasonable cock would still scratch that persistent itch, and let me recover a bit. "Jesse," he said. "You must be Kenta," he said. He pushed his scrubs all the way down, exposing a red biohazard tattoo on his thigh. Above the biohazard, he also had the now-familiar three repeated sixes, in dark Fraktur letters. "Yeah," I replied. He knelt down on the couch, right between my legs. "Jon's been telling everyone how good your ass feels. He asked me to give a professional opinion." "You? Are you a real doctor?" "Here?" he said. "Or in real life? Not that it matters, really." "No, I guess it doesn't." "Now. You've been fucked by a few men already?" I nodded. "Good, he continued. "All raw?" I nodded again. "Good. Cum in you?" Once more, I nodded in agreement. "That's all very good to hear. Now, I want to try it out." I spread my legs slightly, opening up for him. It had hardly been a minute since Shay had pulled out, and I was already hungry. I had never been this horny, and I loved it. The freedom of prep was liberating, and the drugs only made it so much better. "Please," I moaned. I reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks. I pulled them apart, exposing my hole to him. "Fuck me." "All those loads you took. Now, are you going to take mine?" "Please, Jesse," I grunted. "Fuck me." More than just his cock, I needed his seed. "Give me your load. Breed me." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please." "When you ask so nicely, how can I say no?" Jesse said. He had a trace of a Southern drawl. It only made me want him more. My brain suddenly fixated on the idea of a Southern daddy doctor dick in Asian twink hole. I wanted him to act it out on me. Even as I was fantasizing, he pushed his cock into me. I was already very well lubricated and opened up, so it was easy to accommodate his dick. "Goddamn," he muttered. "That's a well-fucked hole. Bet you can take the whole thing?" "Give it to me," I moaned. His cock was barely a third of the way in my hole. I felt it slide past my finger tips. His cock was like steel; Shay's dick had been big, but it was like dense, springy rubber. This cock was solid, like a stone shaft. "Oh fuck," I grunted. Even though it was smaller, the stiffness made it harder to take. "Give me a second," I managed to say. His cock slowed down, but did not stop. It was an inexorable force, and there was nothing I could do. Any hope I had of this being a recovery fuck vanished. "Your hole is so hot," Jesse said. "But I know you can do it." He smiled at me, and another inch of cock disappeared into me. "Just relax. Find the pleasure. Here is help." He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. The warmth of the poppers filled my nose and lungs. "Please," I started, but my words were interrupted by another hit from the brown bottle. "Just a little more," he said. "Doctor's orders," he continued. "I know it is a bit uncomfortable, but you're going to be thankful. "What feels good?" "Please," I grunted again. I asked him to stop. "Give me your cock," I said. I couldn't take another second. "Fuck me hard." I couldn't believe what I was saying. "That's it," he said. "You've done a lot of drugs. They are going to cloud your judgement. So it's expected." I was struggling to maintain my composure. His cock was pushing me over the edge, and I wanted to break down and cry. Yet, the poppers were still fucking me over. "Fuck me harder," I said. I didn't want that. I wanted him out of me, and I wanted to be home and safe. "Of course," he said. "As hard as you want. You know what you like." He stabbed his cock into me, pushing the entire length into me. Time slowed down, and I could fully comprehend each painful millimeter forcing its way into me. "This feels really good," he said, as my asshole burned in agony. "Hell yeah," I spoke. I couldn't understand why I just didn't say what I wanted. I tired again. "Fuck me. I need it." It wasn't what I wanted to say, and what I was saying was going to be agonizing. "I see it," he said. "That was what Jon and I were worried about. When you get high," he started. I nodded. I wanted to know why I couldn't say what I needed. I didn't dare speak; it was only going to make things worse. "Fuck me hard and breed your load into me," I said, against my mind's every effort to stay silent. "Yeah. That." Jesse smiled, and his dick pistoned in and out of me. "When you're high, your body takes over." He pushed his dick back into me. "It's fucking hot. Just let it happen. Your body knows what it needs. You're going to love it." "Please," I moaned. "It's intense." "I know it is," he said. "But this feels so fucking good. Your cum-filled hole wrapped around my hard cock." "Fuck me," I moaned. It was going to be an intense fuck. Even though I knew this was a dick too much for now, I kept on begging him. "Pound my hole." "As you wish," Jesse said. He pulled out, then pushed in again, and then kept on repeating it. My ass was burning, and each stroke only made it worse. "You're going to be tender and sore in the morning. But it will be worth it." "Please. Cum in me." "Is that what you want?" he asked. "Your hole dripping with random guy's sperm?" "Just breed me." I was going a bit crazy. He was teasing me with his dick, stretching me and opening me up, and edging himself closer. But I wanted his cum. He was hot and healthy, and it didn't matter that we were fucking raw. "Cum in me." "That's what I like to hear. Not too much for you, is it?" He slammed his dick in, almost daring me to say it was. I tried to grunt and tell him how I needed a break. I wanted a break. But I said just the opposite. "Don't stop. Fuck me until you cum." "That's the right attitude," Jesse said. He kept on fucking me. I looked up, and standing next to me was another man, watching the two of us fuck. "It's gonna help you a lot tonight." He was naked except for a leather harness across his chest, a pair of leather gloves, and black leather boots. He was hairy all over, and out of a dense mound of pubes, a thick, hard cock emerged. There was a bit of grey in his beard, but he looked amazing. He had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, all in black and white; it was hard to see all of them, but I saw a skeleton on his bicep, and a snake wrapped around his arm several times. However, rather than the biohazard tattoo above his dick that the other men had, he had an inverted pentagram. "Come on," the new man said. "Give the rest of us a chance on that hole." He stepped a bit closer, and I saw that the intricate pattern in the middle of the pentagram was a biohazard symbol. "Jon can't stop talking about that prepped-up ass." "I'm giving it my vote," Jesse said. He pushed his dick into me. "You want it?" he asked me. "Please," I moaned. He would cum in me, and pull out. Then I could get a short break before I got to continue the night. "Cum in me." "Give him what he wants," the stranger said. "What he needs," Jesse grunted, pushing his dick deep into me. He didn't pre-cum as much as some of the other men. Although the other men had left me well-lubed, Jesse had been working it into my hole, and his strokes were getting rougher. "Fuck this hole good." "Bareback and breed that hole," the stranger said. "Give him the gift." "Hell yeah," Jesse grunted. He was starting to pound my hole faster, and he was breathing harder. Deep in my hole, his dick was stiffening; he was getting very close to cumming. "Breed this boy's hole," he repeated. "Please," I moaned. "Cum in me." I couldn't think about anything other than Jesse's cock injecting his load deep in my hole. "Give it to me." "FUCK YEAH," Jesse said, slamming his cock into me. He held it, and I felt the familiar warmth of cum filling me up. I barely knew Jesse, yet I was more than happy to let him fuck me raw and cum in me. There was another pulse down the length of his cock, and more of his sperm landed in my guts. "TAKE IT," he grunted. "That's it. Fill him up," the stranger said. He was jerking his cock now, watching the two of us fuck. "Get him ready for me." "Hell yeah," Jesse said. He was pumping my ass now, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, coating it with his sperm. "Take every fucking drop of it," he continued. "Please. All of it," I said. My head was spinning, and it was hard to even keep track of where I was. But this was what I needed. I turned my attention to the stranger. "You're going to fuck me, right?" "Of course I am. Give you a good fucking, and then a very special load." "He's got a fat dick, doesn't he?" Jesse asked. The stranger's dick was a bit shorter than Jesse's, but it was a thick shaft, topped with a big mushroom head. "You're going to love it," he said. It was going to be an intense ride. "Please," I said. "I want it." "I'm sure you do," the stranger said. "You done there?" he asked Jesse. "Or do you have more to do?" "Almost done," Jesse said. He turned his attention. "Great ass. Now. Doctor's orders." I nodded, waiting to hear what he was going to tell me to do. "Take a lot of loads. I'll see about getting you some more G. It will make it easier." He pulled his cock out of my hole. I squeezed my ass, trying not to let any of the semen drip out. "Your turn," Jesse said to the other man, as he stood up. His dick was shiny from my ass. It felt so depraved, to know that one man had just fucked me, and there was a total stranger ready to take his place. "You're going to take his load, right?" Jesse asked me. "Promise," I said. I turned to the stranger. "You're going to give me your load?" "Promise," he said, as he knelt down between my legs. He rubbed his dickhead up against my ass hole. "Damn. Jesse said you were wet. But I didn't believe him. It's like fucking a pussy." "It's your hole to fuck," I said. "I know it is. And you're going to take all of it."
  13. 9. Fireman's Hose "Lube that hole up for me," the Fireman said. Doug slammed his cock into me hard. He wasn't too big, but yet, it was still intense. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuck." "Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked," Doug said. "And bred," the fireman said. "And seeded. Give you a special gift tonight," Doug said. "It's almost time," the Fireman said. "I'm almost there," Doug said. "Then he's all yours." "We'll get him ready." I didn't understand what they were talking about. Not to mention that the relentless thrusts of Doug's cock into my hole made following the conversation difficult. It felt so good to have a man like Doug fucking me. I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to be fucked all night long. "Oh YEAH," Doug grunted, and slammed his cock into me. He was the third man to cum in me that night, and I was intimately familiar with all the tell-tale signals of orgasm. I was going to get Doug's raw load. "Oh FUUUCK," he moaned, and held his dick deep in my guts. "OH FUUUCK," he grunted again, and his dick pulsed and exploded. "Take it," he grunted and gave me another spurt of cum. That was followed by two more in quick succession, and then one very long, drippy thrust of his cock. He held it there, as his dick twitched, spat, and paused. "Fucking nasty slut boy," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "Breed me," I moaned. "Breed me." I loved the idea of the older man cumming in me. I wanted to be his boy. I wanted him to know that my hole was always available to him. "Give it to me," "You've gotten his gift," the Fireman said. "Well. Remember the point of the night," Doug said, and smiled. His dick was still deep in my ass, still dripping in the afterglow of the orgasm. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose. As I inhaled, he turned back to the Fireman. "Not my gift. Our gift. From the Dark Lord." I wanted him to repeat what he had said. I couldn't believe I had heard right. But the Fireman didn't seem to react. "Right," he said. "His gift to man." The Fireman nodded his head once, carefully, like he was praying. Doug put away the poppers. His dick twitched, and I felt a small, warm bloom of liquid in my ass. He spoke. "My dick chose him." He paused for a moment, and stared at the Fireman's dick. In just the few moments we had been talking, it had gotten longer and thicker. I noticed the familiar biohazard tattoo above his pubes. His was red. Doug started again. "But I'm just one vote here." I turned to him, and our eyes met. "Want another load?" he asked. I was floating on a popper cloud. I wanted more cocks and definitely more cum. "Yeah," I said. "His?" I asked, nodding towards the fireman. "For sure," the Fireman said. "I've not made my vote yet." Doug turned to me. "You're a very slutty boy tonight, aren't you?" I nodded. I would kill myself if I missed a chance for more dick. "Good. Now, make my friend here happy." He grabbed my waist, and pulled me off his cock. "Please," I moaned. "Just a bit more." "Fucking slut," he said. "Fucking hungry slut." He said it like it was a declaration of love. Even better, he pushed his dick back into my hole. "Just a bit more. My friend here wants to mark your hole." He turned to the Fireman. "What can you do. A slut's gotta slut out." "Totally," the Fireman said. "But that boy isn't ready for DP quite yet." Doug grabbed my hips again, and pulled me off. "Keep it all in you," he said, and pushed me upright, right into the Fireman's arms. His chest was hairy, and the thick leather suspenders pressed against my shoulder blades. Lower down, his cock had already nestled itself between my ass cheeks and was sliding in and out, searching for my hole. "And I better sign off on you." Doug stood up in front of me, and produced a pen. He scribbled a thick "DG" on my chest. "Be sure to get my friend's signature here," he said, before leaning into me for one last kiss. He pushed his tongue into me. "Hot fucking chaser," he whispered in my ear. "Gonna enjoy inducting you." He stepped away. We were standing in a sharp pool of light and soon as he stepped away, he disappeared into darkness. There was a haze in the room; I knew it was from so much smoking. Before I could even think about what Doug had said, the Fireman spun me around, and planted his lips on me. "Hot fucker," he said. "I'm Shay," he said. "Not sure your friend knew my name." I tried to remember the man's name. He had told me at one point, but now he seemed so far away. "Not that it matters," Shay said. "I don't know his name either." He wrapped his arms around me. He was only a bit taller than me, but nearly twice as big. It was all muscle and hair, and I loved the feeling of masculinity against my body. I would do anything for him. Yet, all he did was lean in and kiss me once more. He was taking his time, and carefully explored my mouth. "I'm Kenta," I finally managed to say, remembering to actually open my mouth this time. "Nice to meet you Kenta," Shay said. "You're a sexy guy." He ran his hands over my body. I shivered in pleasure. "I'm glad Jon sent me over." "Me too," I said. He had beautiful brown eyes. They matched his light brown hair perfectly, giving him the overall appearance of being carved out of a piece of dense, solid wood. It was at least what his cock was feeling like; it was still burrowed between my legs. Shay had been leaking all over my ass. I was glad for that. I had not been fucked much, and every bit of lubrication would help. "You're hot." "You are too. Jon tells me you love getting fucked." "Yeah," I said. "I love it." Now, it wasn't Jon's cock which was sliding back and forth. It was me. I was rubbing my ass against his cock, trying to angle my body and his for penetration. "And he tells me you like it bareback?" "Yeah," I said. I hated this interminable talk. I wanted him inside me. I was hungry for it. "Every guy has fucked me raw," I said. "Are you worried?" Shay asked. That was what I had been scared of earlier. AIDS. That was what the biohazard meant. But before I could react, much less say anything, Shay stuck his tongue back in me. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, as I let him explore my mouth. "You don't have to answer," he said. "Your actions speak loud enough." My cock was still stubbornly soft, but despite that, I was dripping pre-cum. Shay ran a finger over my dickhead, scooping up the runny dick juice. He licked his finger clean, and smiled. "This is going to be nice." He steered me back down to the sofa, pushing me down so one leg hooked over the back, the other leg splayed wide and on the floor. The position left my hole completely exposed. "Fucking nice," he said. With one hand, he stroked his thick cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose his dickhead. He reached into one of the pockets on his leather fireman's pants, and pulled out a torch. "You know most firemen are arsonists?" he asked. "We love to burn things down." He let go of this dick, and quickly, he was using the torch to heat a pipe. "Ready to party more?" I hesitated. He laughed. "Remember. Shotguns don't count. He held the hit as he leaned in to press his lips against mine. I didn't have a choice. I had to take his hit, and he was an expert at doing hits. It was thick and heavy. He forced it into me, but I greedily accepted it. It was obvious I shouldn't be doing this much drugs, but I couldn't help myself. I had never felt so good before. My body was warm and I was sweating a bit. But I didn't care. It felt amazing, and I had never felt so happy. I loved being naked with all these men, enjoying our animal sexuality. We didn't have to care about what society told us was acceptable. "Feeling it?" Shay said. His voice was like brass, and if I had any concerns, the care in it made them disappear. "I am," he said, but also took another hit. He held it for a few seconds. "It doesn't count," he whispered in my ear, before pressing his lips against mine once more. He exhaled another monster cloud into me. "Hold it," he said. "I want to breed your hole. Heard so much about it from Jon." He put his finger on my lips, stopping me from breathing out. "Not yet," he said. My lungs were starting to burn, but I didn't dare exhale. I wanted him to be proud of me. Proud to fuck such an obedient hole. "You want me in you?" he asked. I nodded. "Good boy. Breathe." I exhaled, and my head was enveloped in the dense cloud. Even though I was laying back on the couch, almost completely still, I felt like I was spinning. It was disorienting. I was glad that Shay's body was next to me. It seemed like he was the only thing holding me still. "Careful there, boy," he said. "Let's get you anchored down." He slipped the pipe and torch back into one of his pockets. Although I craved more, I knew that I had to pace myself. "We're both feeling it now," he said. "Let's do it." He lined his cock up with my hole. "Please," I said. I had to get his cock inside me. "Fuck me." "Breed you," he said. His cockhead pressed into my anus. It immediately opened up, and accepted the new man's dick. "Fuck me hard," I moaned, as his dick slid into my hole. "Cum in me." He slid in several inches of his shaft. He had the perfect thickness of cock. He was opening me up, pushing me, but it wasn't too much. I could take it for hours, if he let me. "Fuck, that's a used hole," he said. "So much cum up there." I didn't know how to react. This wasn't me. I wasn't at a sex party with a bunch of strangers. I hadn't been smoking crystal most of the evening. I hadn't let so many men cum in me. He continued. "It's so fucking hot." I relaxed, and exhaled. It was big, and some tina escaped. "Fuck," Shay said, seeing the cloud. "You held that hit. You're going to be tweaking hard." I suddenly realized it didn't matter. I could do anything I wanted. It was all for the pleasure. "Fuck me," I said. "Please. Breed me." It felt so good. Shay's cock was sliding into me, even as I remembered all the other men who had fucked me. Seth. Jon. Doug. It was hard to remember them all. "Give me your load." "Tonight," he said, pushing the last inch of his dick into me. "You're going to get more than enough." He started to fuck me. His deep, hard strokes made me gasp, and its incessant strokes pushed all the cum deeper into me. The first few minutes was just about the fucking. He was learning about my hole, and I was taking his thick cock. We were both high, and it only made the fucking better. Despite all the men who had fucked me, I was still hungry for dick. "So cummy," he said, ten minutes later. He looked around for a moment, then leaned in and kissed me. It made kissing seem like something furtive and dirty compared to being fucked raw by a stranger of a man. "Your guts are coated with sperm, you know," he said, before kissing me again. "I know," I said. "Fucking add yours to it. Breed me." I loved begging for his cum. It felt utterly natural. There wasn't anything I had to be worried about, and I could give into the pleasure. All I would have to do was remember one pill each morning. It was easy. "Give me your gift." "You're going to get it," Shay said. His dick slid back into me, now lubricated with his pre-cum. "Milking me and getting me off." He wrapped his arms around me, and in a practiced move, leaned back and pulled me up. I was sitting on his cock now, and my weight forced another inch into me. I gasped. Now upright, I took the opportunity to look around the room. There were only two lights in the room, both small, yet intense. Shay and I were in the middle of one, and across the room, I saw another young man bent over as a tall black man fucked him. In light that spilled out from those small circles, I could make out many more boys and men, all in various positions of sexual activity. "You're going to be very popular tonight," he said. He grabbed my hips, and pulled me down on his dick. "Gonna tell everyone what a hungry hole you have." "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed me," I moaned. At the edge of the light, a man just barely stepped out of the dark, cloudy haze. I could see just a bit of hair on a lean runner's body. He also had a hard cock, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. "Gonna take his load boy?" he asked me. "He doesn't have a choice, does he?" "Gotta give him the gift," the stranger said. I loved that, calling their seed the gift. It was a gift, finally being able to accept these men without any barrier or protection. "Get him to join the brotherhood." "He's joined already, haven't you?" he asked me. I looked unsure. "The Bareback Brotherhood," he said. "Fuck yeah. Breed me!" "Hell yeah," Shay said. "You want it?" "Please. Give it to me." I was sweating now, but I didn't care. Getting fucked raw by Shay was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I wanted it to go on forever. I wanted him to cum in me right then. I couldn't choose between the two. Shay was starting to shake. "Ohhhh FUCK," he grunted, before he just started mumbling incoherent gasps of pleasure. "FUCK," he said again. His cock jumped, and exploded inside of me. "FUCK." His orgasm was powerful, but restrained. He had practiced it many times before. He knew what made him feel good and he did just that. He was completely focused on his goal, which was to get his load deep in my hole. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned again, as his dick throbbed and spurted. He was cumming in my ass, just as he said he would. It was dirty and perverted, the thing we were doing. But there was no way I could ask Shay not to inseminate me. He deserved the pleasure of breeding me.
  14. Thank you. And to all the guys who have been jerking off to my work. I've been taking some time off -- I was doing a bit too much "research" for the writing, and it was starting to impact my life. Things are going well, and I'll probably come back in late February / early March. In the meantime, I always appreciate your feedback - both here and in the messages.
  15. So far, this is very hot! Looking forward to see where you will take us!
  16. I'm enjoying this a lot, and looking forward to where you're going to take us!
  17. 8. Shotgun Doesn't Count "Spunk-coated velvet." "First time here, boy?" the other man asked. "Yeah," I said. "I go to college with Seth." "You're a senior?" "No," I said. "Freshman." It was weird to have such a casual conversation with Sarge's cock still in my ass. But the men were so casual. "Nice. A freshman," he said. "I knew you'd like him, Doug," Sarge said. "And he'll love what you have." "You know how I like to share," Doug said. He still had the boy nestled between his legs, his lips stretched around Doug's cock. It wasn't massive, but neither was it small. It was more than enough to fuck me. I bottomed out on Sarge's cock. It was surprisingly hard for a man who had just cum. My head cleared for a moment, and I looked over Doug again. He was older, but still quite muscular. He had brown hair that was already flecked with grey. There was an impressively flat stomach, with the familiar "99" inked above his navel, and the biohazard tattoo below it. My ass twitched. "I think he wants your dick," Sarge said. "His ass is twitching." I was still staring at Doug and the boy sucking him off. It seemed so natural to be doing it, even having people watch you. I wasn't even sure if I would mind someone taking pictures or a video. I almost wanted to show off. I was letting all these hot men fuck me. I was proud of my conquests. Doug turned to the boy between his legs. "I think Kenta deserves this load, Clint," he said. Clint pulled off of Doug's cock. "I think you can make him very happy," he said. He turned to me. "Doug's got a gift for fucking." "And at the end, a very special gift for Kenta," Doug said. Cal stood up. He was wearing a small black jockstrap, with soccer shoes and shin guards. "Take care of him," he said to me, as he walked away. "I'm sure you will," Sarge said. He lifted me up off his cock. He made sure that none of his cum dripped out, but I still felt empty after he had pulled out. "He's all yours," Sarge said, as I stood up. He pushed me towards Doug. I stumbled towards the older man, almost falling on his lap. "Careful there," Doug said, and guided me back down to where Clint had been kneeling. In front of me was his erect cock, still wet with Clint's spit. "Why don't you lick off Clint's spit. Lubricate it with your own fluid." I leaned in and kissed the tip. There was a tiny bead of pre-cum there, slightly bitter and salty. I licked it up, wishing that there was more. "Ahh, yeah," Doug moaned, and put his hand on the back of my head. "Take it all, boy," he said, and forced me down on his cock. He pushed it all in. It slid right past my tonsils and into my throat. "Mmmmmmph," I grunted, as I struggled not to gag on his shaft. "That's it," he said. He was strong. I tried to raise my head just enough to get some relief from his throat fucking, but I was no match for him. "It's ok. I love it when you choke on it." He held a bottle under my nose. I inhaled as best I could; with his cock buried deep in my throat, it was hard to breathe. I was quickly thankful for the poppers' help. I felt my throat relax, and then my panic disappeared. I didn't even mind when another inch of Doug's cock slid into me. It was just a crazy dream, and the effects on my body were strangely distant. "That's it boy. It's your cock. Embrace your slut." The poppers were back under my nose. This time I was a greedy pig, and huffed deep. "The more, the better," Doug said. "It's only going to help." On his advice, I took another hit. After my lungs were full, he took the bottle, and held it under his nose. He inhaled almost as long as I did, and then held it. I was on my knees and my head was spinning. I wanted his dick, but when I leaned in to suck on it, he held my head back. "Wait," he said. He put away the poppers, then stood up from the couch. His dick was now exactly level with my mouth. "Now," he said. "Suck it." I opened my mouth and tried to swallow the entire length of Doug's stiff shaft. It hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. "It's ok," Doug said. "Boys like you gag a lot. As I said. I don't mind." He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down on his shaft. I tried to fight it, but he was bigger and stronger than I was. "Relax," he whispered softly. "Relax." Yet, he still held me down, forcing his cock into my throat. It was rough and intense, and despite my struggles, I was secretly glad he was holding me down. I wanted to be used by these men, even if it was occasionally intense or difficult. "Relax," he repeated. "You're doing great." "Mmmmmph," I groaned. He pulled his dick out, but it was barely enough to clear my tonsils. At least I could breathe again, and I tried my best to inhale fresh air. But Doug knew what he was doing, and as I inhaled, he had the poppers under my nose. I didn't care. The drugs would help me relax. "That's it. Breathe the poppers. Then breathe my dick." I kept on inhaling. Of course, this time, the poppers didn't seem to make any difference. I was still on my knees, and Doug's cock was still tickling the back of my throat. "Almost there," Doug said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. I continued to inhale, hungry for the mind-numbing effects of the poppers. Finally, he took the bottle, and did a hit himself. He grabbed my head with both hands, and rammed his dick all the way down my throat. It was at that moment that the poppers took effect. The experience shifted. It wasn't a brutal throat-rape any longer. Instead, it was how a cocksucker pleased a man. If Doug wanted it, I was going to let him have it. "Oh yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. "Fucking warm throat." He was thrusting his hips back and forth. I did my best not to gag, and forced myself to keep my mouth open. The last thing I wanted to do was to accidentally bite his glorious manhood. "Is your hole this good?" he asked. I nodded as best I could, and he acknowledged it by pushing his dick all the way down my throat, and holding it. "Fuck yeah, cocksucker," he moaned. I wanted to breathe, but Doug's pleasure was far more important. The only thing I could think about was making him happy. At least he had the presence to hold my head down, making sure I wouldn't pull off in a fit of self-centeredness. "Not going to breed him?" a voice behind me said. I tried to turn to see who was speaking, but Doug held me in place. "We're getting to that," Doug said. "Plenty of time for everything tonight." "Hate to see that load go to waste. Plenty of boys hungry for your gift," the man continued. "Not an issue," Doug said. He pushed his cock back in my throat, and held it. The poppers had done their work, and his shaft slid smoothly into the depth of my throat. It was uncomfortable and I was scared he was going to choke me, but I was loving how it felt to deep-throat a real man. It took a while, but I finally did start to gag. I could barely breathe, and Doug's cock was thick and hard. Doug noticed, and released his grip on my head. I pulled off, and coughed. "Let's get you fucked up?" Doug said. "Please," I said. Doug sat back down on the couch, just like he had been when the other boy had fucked him. "Get on, boy," he said, pointing at his cock. It was sticking straight up. It was glistening with my spit. "Hope you got it lubed up," Doug continued. "Because that's all you're going to get." I just stared at his perfection. He had the perfect amount of fur across his chest. It was flecked with just enough grey to show his experience, and it was spread across his hard muscles. His dick was stiff and hard, like a man's cock should be. He was so much of what I was not, I could help but want to be his. "Please," I finally whispered. In the background, the music was still playing. All around me, there were muffled grunts of agony as a boy got himself fucked deep, and loud moans of pleasure, as a daddy got his penis pleasured. Despite Doug's soft-spoken nature, I still heard him over the ambient sex-sounds. "Get on boy." I climbed back on to the sofa, straddling his legs, and bending down to feel his cockhead against my hole. He was a man. He didn't have to do anything other than have a cock. It was my job to take it, and I wouldn't ask him to sacrifice anything for my protection. "Please," I whispered again, swaying back and forth, up and down against his dick. "Do it boy," he said. "Sit on it. Fuck yourself on my dick." I reached down and held his dick still. It was impressively stiff; it would be easy for it to penetrate me. I rubbed it against my hole for a few seconds, just enough to open me back up, and for a bit of the semen in my hole to drip out and coat his dick. It felt good, but only reminded me how empty I was. I lined up his dick and lowered my ass. His dick pressed against my hole. I opened up readily, letting his dickhead, and then his shaft into already well-used ass. "Oh yeah, boy," Doug said. "Come on. Let me in." Another few inches disappeared into my hole. "Don't be ashamed. It's ok to be cock-hungry." I stopped trying to pace it, and just sat on his dick. His balls pressed against my hole, and his dickhead was deep inside of me. "Fuck," he grunted. "You've got so much cum up there." "Please," I grunted. I could only think about his dick inside me, and how badly I wanted his load. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Hell yeah," Doug said. He grabbed my hips. His hands were warm and strong. He held me in place as he stroked his dick in and out of me. I could feel something slide back and forth inside of me, squishing around Doug's engorged dickhead. "Feel that?" Doug asked. I nodded. "That's sperm. In your guts. It's so fucking hot, isn't it?" I nodded again. "Let's add some more to your collection, huh?" I nodded once more. The only thing that mattered was fucking myself on his cock. "Hungry, aren't you?" he asked. I nodded. "Let's get you properly fucked up," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply. In just the past few hours, so many boundaries had been broken, and so many limits had been exceeded. I had let strangers fuck me raw. I had smoked crystal meth. Doing some poppers seemed like such a small thing. He held the bottle under my other nostril, and I took another hit. "That's it boy. It makes you feel so good, doesn't it?" I nodded once more. I was so turned on; there was no way to fully describe it. The poppers only re-enforced how wonderful these experiences were. "You want more?" Doug asked. His dick was deep in my hole, and my head was lost in the clouds. I couldn't imagine what more would mean. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement. "Please," I moaned. "I need it." I reached down to play with my dick. It was still soft and small. "Go ahead," Doug said. "It's your boy clit. Rub it. Make it feel good." He reached over to one side, and grabbed a glass pipe. "This is also going to make you feel good." He stuck the pipe in his mouth, and heated up the bowl. He puffed slowly but intently. He caught my eye, and winked. He was going to force his hit on me, no matter that he was more than twice my size. He grabbed my head, and pulled me against his lips. I opened my mouth, and let him exhale the thick cloud into me. "Hold it," he said, putting his hand over my mouth and nose. It was big enough that it almost covered my entire face. Between deep-throating him and now the crystal, my lungs were being pushed to their limit. Nevertheless, his dick was twitching in my hole, and that was all that mattered. "Now," he finally said and pulled his hand off my face. The cloud was huge, and my head was spinning. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to rape me. What I wanted hardly mattered; it was only his manhood that mattered. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Fuck you up. Fuck you over. Fuck you down," Doug said. "That's how I roll." He held the torch under the bowl. "Two more for you, don't you think?" I hesitated for a moment. I barely wanted one more, much less two. I couldn't control what I was doing, and more drugs would only make it worse. "Yeah," Doug said. "You're right. Let's do three." Before I could say anything, he shoved the pipe in my mouth. "Good hit for me," he said. I inhaled, tasting the familiar chemical tang. Now, it actually turned me on; I associated it with pleasure. "Don't stop. I can feel how much your asshole loves it." I inhaled and inhaled, before finally, he pulled the pipe away. "Hold it," he said, and started to suck on the pipe himself. He took a long drag, savoring the chemicals. In my guts, I felt his dick leak. His fluids were inside me, and it only made me want his seed even worse. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. As soon as my lungs were empty, he pressed his warm lips against mine, and exhaled his potent hit. "This doesn't count," he said, just as my lungs filled up. "Shotguns never count," a voice behind me said. This time, Doug let me turn around and see who it was. It was another older man, this time, wearing a pair of low-slung fireman's pants. They were held up by thick yellow leather suspenders, which was good, because the zipper was wide open. The Fireman's cock hung out; he had a long uncut cock. He was semi-soft, and the foreskin completely covered his dickhead. "That's right," Doug said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. "Second one. One more to go." I nodded, and inhaled. I was struggling under the drug fog. I couldn't help but stare at the Fireman's cock, wondering what it would feel like inside me. "Now," Doug said. I exhaled one a thick cloud. "Where's there's smoke, there's fire," the Fireman said. Doug laughed. "This one is going to be amazing," Doug said, and put the pipe back in my mouth. I didn't think I could get any more tweaked, and yet, he was forcing this hit on me. "Do it," Doug said. It had a firm assertiveness that made my hole twitch. I wanted him even more for how aggressive he was becoming. I kept on inhaling, and my lungs filled up. Finally, Doug pulled the pipe from my mouth. "Hold it," he said, and then stuck the smoking pipe into his mouth. He took a long draw, then another, before handing the pipe and torch to the Fireman. "Hold it," he said. Next to me, the Fireman lit the torch, heated the pipe, and took a hit. Doug had his eyes locked on me, reminding me that he was in control. He chose when I would breathe, and he hadn't given me permission for that most fundamental act of life. I held it, as Doug held his hit, and the Fireman continued to inhale. Doug caught the Fireman's eyes. "Shotguns don't count," he said, as he exhaled. "Right?" he asked the Fireman. The Fireman just nodded. Doug looked at me. "Right?" he asked. I nodded as well. "Good. You can exhale." I gasped, almost coughing as the thick cloud escaped from my lips. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said, and pressed his lips against mine. He had rough stubble for a mustache, and it scratched me slightly. He filled my lung with another hit. "Oh fuck," Doug started to moan. He had a bottle of poppers under his nose, and was huffing them. "Oh fuck," he moaned again, and screwed the top on the brown bottle. "Oh FUCK," he grunted, and slammed his cock into my hole. "Fucking slutty, cummy hole," he moaned. "Hell yeah," the Fireman said. He had stepped back, to see the two of us joined by Doug's dick. He was stroking his cock. "Lube that hole up for me."
  18. 7. Fire in the Hole "Used," Jon said. There was no doubt what he meant by it. He slowly pulled the length of his shaft out of me. Time was slow, and I felt each vein and curve exit my body. For a moment, I felt like crying. But then I saw Sarge's jockstrap in front of me. His dick looked bigger than Jon's. Sarge had tattoos everywhere. On his stomach, there was the same black99 in gothic letters that Jon had. He also had the familiar biohazard tattoo under that. This time, it wasn't as scary. It seemed hot. He was part of the same club that Jon was. It didn't matter. I had taken meds to make sure I wouldn't join the club, no matter what I did. "You're off to a good start," he whispered as his dick slipped out of my hole. I clenched tightly, making sure that none of Leo or Seth's cum dripped out. He pushed me towards Sarge; I landed against his furry chest. "And Sarge is definitely going to help you out." "Can't wait for it. Seth couldn't stop talking about you." He laughed. "I had to stick my dick in his mouth just to shut him up." "Kenta's still a novice," Jon said. "But Sarge is a patient teacher. And a relentless one." "That's fair," Sarge said. He grabbed onto the harness, and pulled me against him. He was another masculine daddy type, like Jon, although a bit younger. His chest was hard and muscular, hot and wet from sweat, and covered in the light brown hair. The belt of ammo felt real. The bullets were cool against my skin. "You're quite the hottie," he said. I smiled. I was still engulfed by the warmth of his skin, and the contrast to the bullets. "Thank you," I finally said. I looked around, and realized that Jon had disappeared. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. The lights had gone down some more, and it was hard to see who else was there with us. I didn't care who saw us. Even if someone from school recognized me, it seemed like a distant problem. There were more pressing matters, like the way my hole was itching. I was hungry for more cock. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Hell yeah, boy," Sarge said. "How many guys have fucked you already?" "Three," I said. "Seth wasn't kidding when he said you were slutting out tonight. Party's barely started." "I got here early." I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the sweat and muscle. He spent a lot of time in the gym. I ran my fingers over his ammo belt, feeling the bullets. I noticed there were two empty slots at the top. "Are these real?" I asked. "They're special bullets," Sarge said. "Takes you to an entirely new plane." "Special?" I asked. The music seemed louder, the beat more intense. One of Sarge's arms wrapped around me, reaching down for my ass. "How so?" I managed to say. My mind was racing, wondering just what these bullets were for. "You been partying?" Sarge asked me. "Smoking?" "Yeah." "This is even better," he said. "Come with me." He didn't give me a choice; he grabbed my harness and pulled me off the dance floor, to a corner of the living room. There was a large leather couch. At one end, one of the older men was sitting down, his legs spread wide and his fat dick on display. Kneeling between his legs was another young boy, struggling to deep-throat the man. "That's you soon enough," Sarge said. The other older man nodded at Sarge. "That what I think it is?" the man asked. Sarge nodded. "Yeah," he said. "When you've finished with your boy, this one needs some encouragement." "Yessir," Sarge said. He turned his attention to me. "Kneel on the couch, facing away from me. Ass up." I got on the couch as he instructed. The leather was warm and soft against my skin. It was comforting and relaxing, and I grabbed on even tighter when one of Sarge's thick fingers pressed into my hole. "Oh, that's nice." Sarge pulled his finger out. I turned my head back, trying to see what he was doing, but my body and his body blocked my vision. I did see him put down one of the bullets; the head had been unscrewed, and I saw that the body was hollow. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I guess." "Good," he said, and a slim rod slid into my ass. It felt like a small pencil, and he held it there for a moment. It was a bit cold at first, but heated up quickly in my body. "Fire in the hole," he said, and he pressed on the rod. There was a warmth in my guts, centered at the end of the rod. It grew slowly, and didn't go away when he pulled the rod out of me. He rubbed my asshole a bit. It tightened up, but the warmth in my gut remained even after he had taken out the rod. It grew, until it was almost burning. "Oh fuck," I muttered. The heat was getting more intense, and I didn't know how I could stand it. I hated it, and tried to pull away, but there was nothing to escape from. It was all inside me. "Feel that?" he asked. He was holding on to my hips, steadying me as I struggled. "Yeah," I gasped. It wasn't getting any worse, luckily. It was a hot itch, both a bit painful, but at the same time it was also intensely pleasurable. I tried to live in the moment, and explore the sensation. "What is it?" I asked, as my ass was twitching. It was going to feel so much better when I had a cock up there. It would be something to scratch that hungry itch. "Booty bump," Sarge said. "First time?" the other daddy asked. He had been watching me as Sarge had administered the bump. "Yeah," I said. "It'll be a few more minutes before it really hits. Enjoy it." "What is it?" I asked again. "Some crystal. Dissolved in some water," Sarge said. He pulled me back upright. He still had the ammo belt across his shoulder and chest, but the jock strap had disappeared. He had a hard cock, maybe about eight inches long. "You think you need some cock?" "Please," I grunted. I was rubbing my ass up against his dick, but he held back, just teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "I need it." "I know you do. You think you're ready for this?" His dick wasn't much larger than Leo or Jon's had been. It was going to be a familiar size. I nodded in agreement. "Good," he said. "I want you to sit on it." He got on the couch, his legs spread slightly just to emphasize his erection. "Climb up, and sit on it," he said. It was complex and awkward to move, because my muscles didn't quite do what I wanted them to do. Finally, I was squatting over Sarge's erect pole, his cockhead just nestled against my hole. "That's it," he said. From a side table, he produced a small brown bottle. "Here," he said, and held the poppers under my nose. I looked to the side; the daddy was still watching me. He had his hand on the back of the boy's head, and was holding the boy down. I watched for a second, but then the poppers hit. "That's it boy," Sarge said, but held me back for a few more seconds as he did a hit himself. "Let's enjoy this moment," he said, and guided me down his dick. His dick was really stiff, and I was struggling to not immediately pull off. Jon's cock had been able to bend and flex, and we were able to find an equitable middle configuration of erection and hole. On the other hand, Sarge's cock forced me to bend to his will. I gasped, as he found a new curve of my guts. He ignored my discomfort. "That's it boy," he said. "Open up for me." He continued to push his shaft into me. His dickhead found where booty bump had landed. At first, it felt good. Sarge was scratching an annoying itch. But he didn't stop there, and continued to press his dick into me. He pushed the drug-laden fluid deeper into my hole, and the small strokes in and out helped to spread the liquid across my rectum. "Oh fuck," I moaned, as the burning only got worse. It was hard to concentrate. The drugs had my mind racing; I would think about Sarge fucking me, and then suddenly, I had a million sleazy fantasies. It was hard to even concentrate on how my asshole was burning from the drugs. I gasped, but finally managed to say something. "It's inside me." "Yeah," Sarge said. "So fucking wet and sloppy." "Give it to him," the guy next to us said. He was still watching us, as the boy continued to deep-throat his dick. "Get him tweaked out and knocked up." "Of course. He's gonna get so much cum of course he's gonna be pregnant." It felt weird and dirty, but I loved the idea that Sarge's dick could change me like that. Of course, just like a girl on the pill, I had protection against any of the untoward consequences of sex. It didn't matter. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me. Breed me." "You heard him," the other guy said. "He knows what he wants." Sarge grabbed my hip with one hand. It was big and strong, and he easily forced me down, so that I took the entire length of his raw cock. "I know what I want," he said. I was gasping, trying to wrap my head around getting roughly fucked as the new dose of crystal meant that it was hardly rough enough. "And I get it," he continued. He held the poppers under my nose again. "Take it," he said. "You'll need it." I inhaled deeply, loving how the warm chemical scent wrapped around me and forced me to relax. My ass opened up, and Sarge slid deeper into me. The burning was still there, but it wasn't as bad. "Yeah," Sarge said. "Your ass is hungry. Drank up all that sperm. And all that tina." I understood the comments online about porn stars tweaking hard. I now understood what they were feeling, and why it was so essential for them to get fucked. The poppers were also kicking in, and fucking me was the only thing that mattered. "Please," I begged. "Don't pull out." If Sarge had pulled his cock out, I was going to lose it. "Just fuck me." Sarge slammed his cock into me. I grunted, and was rewarded with a repeat thrust. I moaned again, but Sarge was focusing on his cock, and kept up his hard, deep fuck. As he fucked me, the burning sensation slowly went away. He also started to drip pre-cum; his fluid helped to lubricate my hole, and cool it down. "Oh fuck," I moaned. It was all I could say. It wasn't clear any longer who was fucking whom I was bouncing up and down on his hips, fucking myself on his cock. At the same time, he has thrusting his hips against me, forcing his dick deeper into my unprotected hole. I loved the feeling of his cock inside me. I had been told so many scary things about barebacking, and now I was actually doing it. Good boys didn't bareback. It wasn't that much different. They had been lies. Now that I finally felt it and I was sharing it with someone like Seth, Jon, and Sarge, there was no way I could go back. It had always been a dirty fantasy, and now it was clear that the warnings had been pointless. These men were clean and healthy. Sarge was nothing other than muscle, and both Jon and Seth had been so hot. They were not how I had imagined drug users to look. Or how I had been told guys with HIV looked. They were healthy and clean and perfect. "Fuck me," I grunted. I was craving another load. I wanted to know that I had pleased Sarge and that he enjoyed this enough to give me his seed. "Please. Breed me." "You heard him," said the other man. I glanced over. He had his thick hands wrapped around the bottom's head, and was holding the young man down on his cock. "Give the boy what he wants." "I need it," I managed to say. Sarge was thrusting in and out of me, and it was hard to keep up with the continuous stimulation. "Give me your seed." "You're gonna get it for sure," Sarge said. "I'm almost there." He held the poppers under my nose. I inhaled; he kept the bottle under my nose even after I nodded my head. "Good hit for me," he said, and put the bottle under my other nostril. Finally, he relented, and held it under his nose. He held the hit for several seconds, then exhaled. He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to kiss me. We kissed passionately as the poppers hit us. I could feel his dick deep inside me. As impossible as it was, it was getting bigger. It was finding deeper parts of my ass and was spreading my hole ever wider. "I'm getting close," he whispered. "You want my load?" "Give it to me," I said. "FUUUUCK," Sarge moaned. I felt the familiar, wonderful bloom of warmth in my ass. This time it wasn't the drugs. It was Sarge's seed, and he was giving it to me. "TAKE MY GIFT," Sarge moaned, his cock thrusting several more times, filling me up with his seed. "TAKE IT." "Give it to me," I said. "I want it. I need it. I need every nasty drop." He pulled me in and kissed me. Inside my guts, his dick was dribbling out the last few precious drops of his seed. I couldn't believe my luck; another man had fucked me and seeded me. I let myself melt into Sarge's kisses. He was a strong, muscular man, and yet he could be gentle with his kisses and affection. "You felt amazing," he said. "I'm going to find you later." "He good?" the other man asked. "Like fucking velvet," Sarge said. "Spunk-coated velvet."
  19. 6. Dance with the Devil "Those boots do great things for your ass," Jon said. He was walking down the hall, now fully dressed with a dark red harness, a matching cod piece, and a pair of aggressive motorcycle boots. His chest was airbrushed lightly in red, and there was a bit of devil make-up as well. He was hot. "Thank you," I stammered. I was trying not to stare too much. I would sell my soul to have him fuck me. Jon turned to Leo. "You want to find Cal in the kitchen. He'll want the supplies. I'll take our boy?" "Right on," Leo said. "Head's in the clouds," he said, as he gently pushed me towards Jon. I was a bit scared. I was high and very horny, and I wasn't sure I wanted Jon to know that about me. "Breed him?" Jon asked. He grabbed on to front of my harness and pulled me towards him. "Got Leo's load in you?" he whispered. "Yeah, he does," Leo said. "He's got a hungry hole." I blushed, but Jon just leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, his free hand reached around and started to explore my hole. "Wet," he said, before continuing kissing me. I was wet, and his finger pressed in easily. "Hot," he said. He pulled his finger out. "Plenty of time for that later," he said, and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him; he took me to the living room. There was a small dance floor set up, looking out over the Hollywood Hills, with the sign in the distance. There were maybe ten men on the dance floor, about a third of them younger guys, like me. The rest were muscular older men like Jon. They were all in various stages of costume and dress, although everyone was in some degree of leather. I was staring at one boy. He had goat horns, and a pentagram painted on his chest. He looked familiar, but he was blindfolded. Despite not being able to see, he was still bent over as a leather-clad, muscular half-man, half-robot fucked him. Finally, I recognized it was Seth. "Yeah," Jon said, noticing my sudden shock. "He's a hungry boy. Just like you." He pulled me close to him, as I watched Seth get fucked. "And that's JP," he said, pointing out the Borg fucking Seth. "Not that Seth cares who fucks him." "Hi," a soft voice said beside me. I turned, and saw a tall, skinny, furry boy. The only thing he had on was a pair of heavy leather boots. "Oh, great. This is James, our G-boy," Jon said. "Aren't you, James?" "Yeah," he said. "What do you want?" "Kenta's probably due for .8. And I'll do 1.2," Jon said. "And you need to do some as well." The music was deep, and thumping, but it was still easy to talk. "So, .8, 1.2, and 1.4," James said. "Perfect," Jon answered, and turned his attention back to me. I was starting to sway in time with the beat, feeling the animal power of the music. "You wanna dance with the devil?" I looked over Jon. I noticed he had99 written over his stomach. I couldn't remember it if had always been there. Below it was a biohazard tattoo. Everything seemed suddenly so dangerous. There were warning signs, but it was also still a Halloween party. There was nothing to be scared of. "Yeah," I said. "I'd love to." "Good," Jon said. He grabbed my by the harness again, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Seth. He was still bent over and blindfolded, but JP-as-the-Borg had disappeared, and there was now a man in greasy coveralls fucking him. Jon spun me around, my back against his chest, and wrapped a thick arm around, holding me in place. There were maybe ten or twelve men dancing. The area wasn't that big, so we were all pressed together. Most of the men had little more than a piece or two of leather on. It accentuated their muscles and their strength. There were a few boys like me, younger, smooth, and slim. Each had found an older man or two, and had the distinctive dance of a boy being fucked. "Like what you see?" Jon whispered into my ear. I felt his leather cod piece rub up against my hole. "Yeah," I whispered, just loudly enough for him to hear. The entire situation seemed both impossible and inevitable. There were so many men, so many erect members, and we were all there for sex. "It's really hot." "Let's get this out of the way," Jon said. He reached down and pulled off the cod piece. His stuck out straight, erect, and like a heat-seeking missile, homed in on my hole. "Feels wet," he whispered in my ear. "How many men have been up there?" "Two," I said. "Just Seth and Leo." "Slow start," Jon said. "We need to get that hole dripping." His cockhead was pressed against me. But he was moving in precise alignment with me. Each time I tried to slide his tool in, he would pull back just enough to keep me unsatisfied. "Let me fuck you," he said. "I can do this for us." "Please," I begged. "Fuck me" I was staring at all the boys around me, all of them with a thick daddy dick in their hole, each one taking the older man's fluids, begging for the relative stranger's cum. "Fuck me," I repeated. The boy next to me was grunting the same thing. "As you want," Jon said, and pressed his cock into me. He was big, but not too big. After Seth and Leo, he slid in easily, and although I gasped, it was just the pleasure of being penetrated. He didn't bother to slow down in response. It was both scary and hot, knowing that his first priority was his own pleasure. "That what you want boy?" he asked. "Hard, raw dad cock in your hole?" "Please. Fuck me," I grunted. Jon's bare cock was what I had been fantasizing about for the past week, and now it was inside me. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Of course boy," he said. "You feel good on the inside." "You feel good inside me." "I like this," he said, sliding his dick in and out of my hole. "It's good to be inside you." We fucked for a bit, just enjoying the warmth and connection between us. Finally, Jon continued. "Seth said you were on Prep." "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to think about this. It didn't matter. I took a drug, and it made everything fine. "Uh. He told me too. That you're, uh." I stumbled. It was hard to think, but I knew that this was something I need to ask. "You're poz." "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. It was a statement of undeniable fact. "But," I started. His cock was buried in my hole, and I didn't want him to pull out. Nor did I want him to put a condom on. I loved how intimate this felt, even if we had only known each other for a few minutes. "But. I'm on prep," I said. "That means it doesn't matter, right?" "No. It doesn't matter now, does it?" Jon said. He pulled out, so just his dickhead was in my ass. The music shifted. The beat was lower and slower. I felt my heart beating in sync with the music. My head was spinning, my hole was hungry, and I just wanted dick. It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like eternity before Jon relented and pressed his dick back into me. "Fuck," he said. "Love feeling that cum in you." We fucked for a few minutes, long enough for the song to change. Then, in front of me was James. He had three plastic cups with some orange juice in it. He handed me one, then one to Jon, and he kept one for himself. "Cheer," Jon said. "To a night of partying." "To a night of playing," James said. "Drink up," he said. "Do it like a shot," he whispered to me. The three of us downed the orange juice, all of us in a single swallow. I could taste a bitter flavor. I remembered the G that Seth had given me earlier. I was getting re-dosed. "So good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue tasted like the juice-drug mixture, and I was momentarily worried I was getting an extra dose. But James's furry body felt so good pressed against me, and I quickly forgot about anything I was supposed to be concerned about. "You're hot," he said, running his hands over my body. "Isn't he?" Jon said. "I just want to fuck him all night long." "All night?" James asked, a bit nervously. "Don't worry," Jon said. "I've got enough cum for both of you." "Thank you," James said. "I know how you like it." "You do," Jon said. He smiled, and leaned over my shoulder to kiss James. "Leo's around. Get yourself in the mood, and get some more cock?" "Yes sir," James said. My hole twitched when he called Jon "Sir." I had seen it in videos, but it had always been staged and flat. But when James said it, it had the respect and fear that I had jerked off imagining. He gave me one last kiss. "You're going to have fun tonight," he said. Although there were only fifteen or twenty guys on the floor, the light was dim, and there was a bit of a haze in the room. I could smell the familiar sweetness of weed, but also the scent of the crystal. It seemed like everybody was getting high tonight. "He's another hungry boy," Jon said. He kept his cock in my ass. "He'll be out searching for someone to fuck him." He rubbed his beard against my neck and nibbled on my ear. "At least you have mine." He reached down and grabbed the jockstrap's pouch. My dick was still stubbornly soft, despite how turned-on I was. "Tina dick," Jon said. "This has never happened to me," I said. "Don't worry about it," Jon replied. "It's pretty common. I took a viagra earlier. But you. You've already got a thick, hard cock. It's just fucking you." "Oh fuck," I moaned again. Jon's cock was incredibly stiff inside me. It was like someone was ramming a steel dildo into my ass, and despite the discomfort, I was in sex heaven. The discomfort may have even been a factor in how happy I was. I was thinking about the way James had said Sir earlier. Thinking about how in the moment, I would do anything that Jon asked me to do. "Please. Fuck me." "Hell yeah. Looking forward to getting this hole a few times tonight," he said. He pushed me forward slightly, so I was bent over. The shift in position gave Jon an opening, and another inch of his dick slid into me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. In front of me a camouflaged jock strap suddenly appeared. Jon gave a sudden thrust, and my head jerked downwards. He was wearing a pair of black paratrooper boots. Jon pulled out, and this time my head was yanked back. He had a thick, muscular body, and his chest was covered n light brown fur. I could see the colorful tattoos across his body. But mostly, I stared at the belt of ammo slung across his chest. "Ohhh fuuuuck," I moaned, as Jon continued to pound my hole. The stranger watched me for several seconds. "This the new boy Seth's been talking about?" he finally said. "Yeah," Jon said. "This is Kenta. Kenta, say hello to Sarge." "Hi, Sarge," I managed to say, before he grabbed my head in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss. "You're gonna be so much fun," he said, finally releasing his grip on me. He turned back to Jon. "Fire in the hole?" he asked. "Not yet. You wanna do the honors?" "Sure." Jon slammed his cock back into me all the way. This time, though, he held it. "You're gonna go with Sarge. He's going to get you to the next level." I nodded. "You wanna get to the next level?" Sarge stared at me, smiled, and then reached down to adjust his jockstrap. It was already straining against his cock. "Yeah," I started. "The next level. But. Your load." "Don't worry. You're gonna get several of my loads. Just, just I like a hole that's been a bit more, how do you say?" He paused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Used."
  20. Just in case there's any questions, there will be no more chapters in this story. BUT, the story continues in Soccer Boy's Screen Test. "Screen Test" picks up right where "Spiral" leaves off. "Screen Test" has over ten chapters done. Nor is James entirely done: there's at least 5 more chapters in Screen test, and he'll also soon make a special appearance in "The Party After Halloween."
  21. 5. Skeleton's Bone "Please. Just give it to me." I was hungry, and I needed what Leo was offering. Normally, I was pretty horny. But tonight, my arousal was all-consuming. All I could think about was dick inside me. Leo's cock in my ass. Seth's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my ass. And all of them cumming in me. It was dirty and filthy, but I loved it. "Of course you're gonna get it," Leo said. He arched his back and pushed his dick deeper into my guts. I gasped, but took it. The alternative would be far more unbearable than this minor, temporary discomfort. Leo relaxed, and pulled me against his chest. His chest was hairy, sweaty, and hot; he felt like a real man. "I've got what you are craving," he whispered in my ear, and I also released my muscles. I slipped down an inch or two on his cock, before hitting the base. "It's all in me," I moaned. "All of it. In me." "Yeah," Leo said. "It is. It feels amazing. Inside you. Dripping in you." "Dripping in me," I moaned. "Bareback." "Yeah," Leo said. "Best way. High and raw." He kissed me again. "Let's do one more hit together, ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Big hit." "Yeah," Leo said. He smiled and nodded. It felt good to make him so happy. I wanted to please him, especially when it was so easy: I smoked some crystal, and let him fuck me. "Here," he said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth. I couldn't help but stare at the drawing on his hand. It was done in thick Sharpie pen, but it still was surprisingly detailed and realistic. A skeleton was giving me a glass pipe filled with crystal. The skeleton and I enacted the now familiar ritual. He held the torch, and I inhaled when the bowl began to smoke. It had already been hard to judge how big the hit was; this one was no different. When my lungs were full, he took the pipe, and started to inhale. Despite the crystal's impact on my brain, I stared in fascination as Leo did his hit. I watched his chest expand and grow, the black ink outlines of the ribs showing each puff in visual succession. At the end, we both exhaled. It had left us both a bit breathless and horned up. Leo pulled me close again. "I want to breed you boy. Got you knocked up." "Come on. Breed me," I moaned. "Breed my guts." "Hell yeah, Kenta," he said. "Fucking good hole. I want to enjoy this." He kissed me. It felt like it went on for hours, but yet, I didn't want it to stop. "As long as you want," I grunted. Another kiss, another slow fuck. His cock was taking its time as it explored my hole. He was measuring it out, sizing it up. Getting ready to make it totally his. "And as long as I need," he said. I could feel each vein and ridge of his cock as he slid his cock in and out of me. I wondered if every man was going to be this thorough and demanding. He kissed me again, and I nearly forgot about the cock pounding me. "As long as I need," he finally said. "Please. Give it to me," I said. I started to understand the bottoms in porn. I knew how they felt. How important every dick was. I understood their cock-craving, and it was exactly how I was feeling. "Yeah. You're feeling it," Leo said. "That's the crystal. Isn't it great?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned. Nothing had ever felt quite like this. I wanted to always feel like this, and I always wanted a hard cock like Leo's tool in my hole. "Please breed me." "All in good time," he said. "Kenta's gonna get it, I know." I loved that. He was going to cum in me. Best of all, it didn't matter. It was sleazy, but it wasn't unsafe or anything. It was perfect. "Please. Just breed me," I repeated. It was all I could think about. Leo's dick in me, and then Leo's cum in me. I wanted to think about something else. Something cleaner and safer. But I was feeling dirty and sleazy, and my situation only dragged me deeper. I was getting fucked by a handsome skeleton. There was a devil I would get fucked by as well. Far from being weird, the costumes made it seem all the dirtier. I wondered what I would get in exchange from the devil tonight, and exactly what I would have to give up. I would have done almost anything for more cock. But there was a party here tonight, and Seth had promised me all the cock I could handle. "Yeah. Love a fucking hungry hole like this. You're going to have so much fun tonight," Leo said. "Please. Cum in me," I grunted. I didn't want promises of future loads. I needed another load in me now. "One more for you first," Leo said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under it. I didn't care that I was smoking crystal. This felt so good that I didn't want to stop. "Big one," he said. "Just right for a little guy like you." He smiled at me, yet still held the torch under the bowl. He wanted me high, and I wanted to make him happy. I filled my lungs. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took the smoking bowl from me. He put it in his mouth, and inhaled. He looked so hot, as he sucked down another hit. We both held it for as long as we could, before exhaling. "Fucking nice," he said. "It feels amazing," I said. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and my ass was twitching. "Um," I started. "Yeah?" he asked. "Can I have another?" I said. It was overwhelming sensation, but it felt so good. Leo felt close and safe and his raw cock in my ass a signifier of how connected we were. I wanted to feel more of this. "Of course," he said. "It will be good for the both of us." He put the pipe back in my mouth, and heated it back up. I took one more giant hit, and then nodded. He took it and put the pipe in his mouth, doing another hit. We both held it for nearly a minute, his cock sliding in and out of me the entire time. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. I expected him to blow out as well, but instead, he pulled me down, and immediately blew his hit into me. I had no choice but to take it. We swapped the hit back and forth, making out the entire time. "Fucking hot hole," he said. The crystal was hitting me hard. I was barely coherent, and making inarticulate grunts and moans, as he fucked me. We kept on fucking; time was a difficult topic for me to follow. I wasn't sure if we had spent only a few minutes in the library, or if I had missed the entire party. I wasn't sure if I cared. Leo's cock was still rock hard, and he was dripping pre-cum into me. I had been wary of pre-cum in the past, but tonight, I loved how it lubricated my hole, making it easier for Leo's unprotected shaft to slide deep into my guts. I was never going to use a condom again. "You want my load?" Leo asked me again. I had been begging him for his load practically ever since he had first stuck his dick into me. I couldn't tell if this was just one more tease, but there was only one answer I could give him. "Please. Give it to me." "Hell yeah," he grunted. Over the course of the fuck, he had flipped me onto my back, and my legs were now up in the air. Even if I had wanted, it would have been hard to push him off. He pushed his dick deep into me, but this time, he didn't pull out. "Fuuuuck," he moaned. Deep in my guts, his cock swelled, and a thick glob of his cum shot into me. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned, and another spurt landed in my guts. "FUUUCK MEEE," I grunted in reply. My ass was squeezing his dick as tight as I could, milking out every drop I could. "Breed me." "HELL YEAH," he replied. "Breeding you." Two more shots from his cock lubricated my hungry hole. "Deep." Another shot. His cock was now sliding in and out of me, each stroke spreading his thick cum further into my hole. I loved the feeling of his seed filling me up. I loved how accepting it was, letting him anoint me with his sperm. "Fucking breeding you." "Please," I repeated. "Just fuck me." He pushed in once more, then held it. His dick was now just slowly throbbing, the last few drops of his semen dribbling into me. "Give it all to me," I said. "You got it," Leo said, then pulled me closed. He kissed me. It felt good. As turned on as I was, I didn't want to cum myself. I reached down, but found my dick was still strangely soft. "Tina dick," Leo said. "I happens." "At least you've got plenty of bone," I said. I traced out one of the bones drawn across his shoulder and down his arm. "Yeah," Leo said. "But let's see about getting you a few more bones to play with," he continued. We slowly disconnected. He pulled his dick out slowly, making sure that not a drop of his seed dripped out. "I bet the party has gotten started." From his bag, he pulled out two envelopes, each bulging slightly. He left it on the large central table, before gently pushing me to the door. He didn't seem to care that he was naked, except for his sneakers. I was suddenly conscious of just how little I was wearing; a pair of boots, a jock strap, and a harness. "Those boots do great things for your ass," a voice in the hall said.
  22. 4. The Skeleton's Pipe "Come on," Seth said, motioning for me to follow him. I was still stuck in the sling, and I didn't have any idea how I got out of it. I did my best, and managed to climb out with some grace. Jon was watching me and smiling. He had gotten rid of the tank top; his muscles were now framed by a dark maroon leather harness. His muscles and face were highlighted with red now. He still looked like a devil, and the transformation was stunning. I would have gladly sold my soul just for the briefest taste of his cock. "You're really hot," he said. I stood up from the sling, and under Jon's careful gaze, my knees buckled and I fell on my ass. "Here," he said, offering me his hand. He was trying not to smile. I grabbed it, and he pulled me back up, and right up against him. His body was hard and hairy and warm, and I loved how it felt pressed against me. "We're going to have so much fun today," he said, before leaning in and giving me a long kiss. "Leo?" Seth asked; he was a little annoyed by Jon's flirting with me. "Yes," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. He turned to me. "So much fun," he said, before turning back to Seth. "He's in the library. Told him to get comfortable." "How many are we expecting tonight?" "Maybe twenty," Jon said. "I'll get enough," Seth said. "Sounds good." Jon finally released me, gave me a slap on the ass, and pointed me towards Seth. I followed Seth; he hadn't bothered to put on any clothes; I was a bit self conscious of wearing little more than a jockstrap. Although, the way my hole was twitching for more dick was far more embarrassing to me. "Here," Seth said, stopping in front of an old, heavy oak door. He saw me staring at it. "JP saw it in France, and had to have it. Anyway, Leo's really cool. You'll like him." He opened the door; it was even thicker than I expected. The room was dimly lit, and lined with books. In the middle was a large table, surrounded by leather chairs. In one corner, was another leather sofa and armchair, along with the seemingly ubiquitous small bar. Sitting on the sofa was a human skeleton. "Damn," Seth said. The skeleton got up; as he moved, I realized he just had a drawing of a skeleton done in black across his skin. I could see the slight bleed of the ink on the skin; it was just a costume. "That's amazing." "I know," the skeleton said. He was nearly six feet tall, and had a hairy chest, and with a light brown goatee. He was wearing a jock strap although I could see the outline of a thick dickhead through the fabric. "A customer is an artist and did it for me in exchange for a teener." "It's really hot," Seth said. "This is Kenta," he continued, pushing me forward to Leo. "He's a new friend of ours. And Kenta, this is Leo, a long time friend of ours." "In other words," Leo started, smiling. "I'm their dealer. Pleased to meet you." He looked me over. I tried not to blush as he spun me around, and stared at my ass. "And I'm very happy to meet you," he said. He turned to Seth. "He parties?" "Just starting out," Seth said. Leo had grabbed my ass, and I had arched my back. It was almost a reflexive reaction; ad it felt like the right thing to do. I wanted to show off my ass to Leo. Seth chuckled, and continued. "He likes you." "He's a nice one." Leo turned me back around. "You like to blow clouds?" he asked. "Blow clouds?" I asked. I had seen that in guy's profiles online. But I had never asked what it meant. "You've never partied with tina before, have you?" Seth asked. "Tina? No." I felt like a prude in front of these men. "But I could try?" I asked. He two men smiled as I said it, and I knew it was the right thing to do. I hadn't chickened out in front of them. "That's the spirit," Leo said. He sat back down and patted the sofa next to him. "Join me. I'll get you started. Then, if you like it, we can do some more." I got on to the sofa. The skeleton ink on Leo's face was a bit unnerving. It was both scary and exciting, a bit like the entire night had been. "And you?" Leo asked, turning to Seth. "What's the day's order?" "How much for fifty?" "Two point five," Leo replied. From his backpack, he had pulled out a cigar torch, and a long pipe made out of clear glass. At one end was a sphere with a small opening at the top. "This is a glass pipe," Leo said to me. "1750," Seth replied. "Two," Leo said to Seth. "Done. Let me get that for you." "And this one, he'll be on the house." "Perfect," Seth said. "You take care of him." Seth walked to a back corner of the library, walking through a shelf of books weirdly ajar. "Watch," Leo said. "And then I'm going to shot gun you." I nodded. I had done a shot gun a few times with my ex-boyfriend. It was a good excuse to make out. Leo held the torch under the pipe. "Keep the bowl low. And not too hot," he said. The white crystals in the bowl began to melt, and quickly, the bowl filled with a thick white cloud. "And then, slowly inhale," he said, as he put the pipe to his lips. He inhaled, always letting the bowl stay full. His body shuddered as the drugs filled his lungs. I was scared. The evening was going faster and further than I had expected, but, at the same time, it felt great. Jon, JP, Cal, Seth, and now Leo, they were all hot men, and I wanted each of them inside me. Now, one of them was offering me a hit of some new drug. I hadn't thought to ask what it really was, before he leaned, pressed his lips against mine, and exhaled. I took his hit. There was a slight chemical taste to it, and maybe a trace of bitterness. But then his tongue pressed into my mouth, and I could only taste his tobacco residue. It didn't matter. I wanted anything he gave me, from the diaphanous cloud soaking into my lungs, to his tongue, and hopefully soon his cock. "Now hold it for a second," he said, as he broke off the kiss. He hadn't given me the whole hit; he immediately exhaled a thick cloud. He reached down with one hand and adjusted himself. "God damn. This stuff makes me so horny." My empty, hungry asshole twitched in agreement. I had done only one hit of the drug, but already, I felt my mind racing. Before I did the hit, I was horny. Now, sexual pleasure defined my very being. All I wanted was to fuck, and I had to fuck as many men as possible. "You can exhaled," Leo said. "I can tell. You really like that?" I exhaled the hit. It seemed small compared to what Leo had just exhaled. "That's a good beginning," Leo said, acknowledging just how little I had done. "Now it's time for one on your own." Before I could say anything, he stuck the pipe in my mouth. "Let it first warm up," he said. He held the torch under the bowl, and it quickly crackled and smoked from the heat. "Now, inhale slowly. Don't stop until I tell you too." I followed his instructions, letting the thick cloud fill my lungs. I had felt really comfortable and connected earlier, and now this was making me feel sleazy and slutty. Getting fucked by Leo was inevitable, and I welcomed it. "Keep on," Leo said, pushing me on only my second hit. Finally, Leo pulled the torch away. He let me inhale for a few more seconds, and then took the pipe. "Hold it," he said, before sticking the pipe in his own mouth, and inhaled. We both held our hits for a while, savoring how the chemical was making us feel. "That's good," he finally said, and we exhaled. "How do you feel?" he asked me. "Really good," I said. It was hard not to play with myself. I was so horny all of a sudden. "Really, really horny." "That's natural," he said. He was playing with his bulge again. "Nothing gets me harder than a bit of crystal." "Crystal?" I asked. "Yeah. Tina. Crystal. Same thing," Leo said. I had heard about crystal. It was a horrible drug that would wreck your life. But that was nothing like what I was feeling. This wasn't what people had told me, and now I wasn't sure what to think. Leo helped me think. "Want one more hit?" he asked. "I'm going to do one." "Sure," I said. We repeated the same ritual, Leo with the lighter, me with the pipe. It felt good. So did the second one we did right after that. "Fuck," I finally managed. I had been rubbing my dick through the jockstrap. I was really turned on, but yet, my dick was stubbornly soft. Leo noticed. "Yeah. Tina-dick. It happens. Don't worry about it." I was leaning back a bit, arching my back so I could play with my hole. "Can I?" Leo asked, as he reached down and ran a finger around my hole. "Fuck yeah," I moaned. "Fuck," I repeated. He was teasing my hole, and pressing his finger, before pulling it back out. "See you've already been fucked," he said. He held up his finger; I could see a glob of white spunk at the tip. He licked it up. He savored the sperm, then smiled. "Yeah. Seth," he said. "Fuck I want to get inside you." He reached down and pulled his dick out. It was at least as thick as Seth's cock, and an inch longer. I was glad that Seth had opened me up. "Another hit," he said. "Before you take this." "Yeah," I said. "Please." "Get on my lap first," Leo said. He helped me get in to position. I was kneeling over him, and the tip of his cock was just brushing against my hole. It tickled my hole. I tried to lower myself onto his dick, but although it was plenty hard enough, Leo grabbed and stopped me. "Not yet. Let's do a hit." He put the pipe in my mouth, and held the torch under the bowl. It heated quickly. "Now," he said. I inhaled like he had taught me, slow and steady, letting the thick clouds fill my lungs. "That's it. It's gonna feel really good." I sucked a bit more, then he took the pipe from me. "Hold that while I do my hit." Leo took several long draws on the pipe, as I held my breath. "Now," he said. I exhaled. Leo grabbed my waist, and just as had emptied my lungs, pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled his hit into me; I was so starved for oxygen that I took it. At the very same time, Leo was pressing his cock into me. I tried to gasp, but he still had his lips against mine. His cock filled me up. He was thick and hard, and there was a bit of discomfort as I struggled to get used to it. But then the most recent hits of crystal started to kick in. It reminded me how much I loved getting fucked, and how good it felt to be finally fucking raw. It was hard to reconcile how good I was feeling with all the messages I had gotten growing up. Sex felt amazing. Crystal was amazing. Bareback was safe. Plus, dear god, bareback felt so much better. There was no way I could have taken Leo with a rubber. But raw, it was like a dream. Finally, Leo released his lips from mine. I immediately exhaled, and it was a thick white cloud of crystal. "Fuck," I moaned, as Leo's curly brown pubes tickled my ass. "Fuck," I repeated. "Hell yeah," Leo said. We kissed. His bushy goatee was surprisingly soft against my face. "Hot hole." He slid out a few inches, then pressed back in. In the quiet of the library, I hear Seth's sperm slosh around Leo's dick. "Well," Seth suddenly said. I turned, and he was standing there with a thick envelope. He was stroking his dick with his other hand. "Looks like you guys are getting to know each other." "Yeah," Leo said. "Fucking hot hole." "And wet, sounds like," Seth said. "Oh, yeah," Leo said. He slid his dick another inch into me. My toes were curling in pleasure; I didn't care that the host of the party was watching me get fucked by a guest. I didn't care that I was blindingly high. I didn't care it was the second raw cock I had taken. I just loved that I was getting fucked. "He's hungry." "Yeah. Hey. I've gotta deal with something. It's all here. And you give the boy what he needs." He put the envelope on top of Leo's backpack, then leaned in and kissed me. "I'll be back soon enough. You and Leo have a good time." "Yeah," I said. I turned back to Leo, who was smiling at me. "I know what you need," he said, as Seth stepped out of the library, and closed the door behind him. "Just fuck me," I said. I clenched my ass around his cock. It felt like it was meant to be there. "Another hit, and a then good, hard fucking," he said. "Please," I said. "Just give it to me."
  23. 3. Sling Sex "Now," Jon said, taking the glasses from each of us, "What were you thinking?" he asked Seth. "He's so cute and boyish," Seth said. Jon had dealt with the glasses, and was now right in front of me. I looked up at him. With the beard and eyeliner, he looked like a kindly old devil with seductive, dangerous ideas. I kissed Jon. Seth continued. "I knew the moment I saw him." "I think I know," Jon said, breaking off the kiss. "What?" I asked. I had know idea what they had planned for me. "Peter Pan," Seth said. I blushed. It wasn't the first time I had been accused of not quite growing up. I was about to protest, but Seth reached down, and pulled down my sweat pants. "Nice underwear," Jon said. "The blue looks good on you." "Too bad it has to come off," Seth said. He pushed it down, and my dick sprang free. "Hard already, huh?" I was staring at Jon, and he was smiling, waiting for my answer. "Yeah," I said, nodding. "Me too," Jon said. He reached down and pulled his sweats open. I looked down. His dick was as hard as mine was, but was nearly twice as big: both in length and girth. "It's going to be a fun night." Seth had disappeared for a moment, and I could feel the cool air against my ass. Jon reached down and grabbed my ass cheeks, before leaning in and kissing me again. "One more lost boy, needing a daddy?" he whispered in my ear. His breath was warm, yet I still shivered in excitement. "Please," I said. "Let's not rush it," he said. I heard Seth re-appear. "And I'm sure Seth wants to get you in costume first." I turned; he had random bits of fabric and leather draped over his arms, and was holding a pair of dark green suede boots. "Although you're plenty fine naked, let's get you dressed again," Seth said. He handed me a jock strap, and then a pair of green knee-high socks. After the socks, he helped me into the green boots. They fit surprisingly well, although I hadn't realized just how much of a heel they had. "Look," Seth said, as I stumbled slightly trying to walk in them. He pointed at a large mirror against one wall. In just a pair of green boots and a green jockstrap, I looked less like Peter Pan and more like a horny boy. "The boots make your ass look amazing." I turned slightly and looked. I had a small, but muscular ass. Framed by the jock, I hoped it made Jon and Seth want to fuck me. "One more thing," Jon said, as he came up behind me. "Hand above your head," he said. I put my hands above my head, and he worked a leather harness over them. The straps were warm against my skin, although the hardware was still a bit cold. I loved feeling Jon's fingers against my skin as he adjusted the straps, tightening the leather around my body. "That's perfect," he finally said. I looked again. The leather was deep hunter green, with black accents. It perfectly complimented the jockstrap and boots. "Yeah. That's really good," Seth said. "I'll say," Jon said. He looked at his watch. "Fuck," he said. "I've got to deal with my costume now." He turned back to me, grabbed the harness strap across my chest, and yanked me to him. He gave me a long kiss. "Don't worry. I've already got plans for you later." As soon as Jon released me, Seth grabbed the back of the harness, and pulled me back to him. He wrapped an arm around me, and I could feel his dick pressing against my exposed ass. Jon turned around at the door. He smiled. "Be good, boys," he said. "I'm sure Kenta is very good," Seth said. He rubbed his bulge against my ass. "Very good indeed," he whispered in to my ear, before turning me around. "We'll have plenty of time," Seth said. "And I've been looking forward to this for the entire week." We kissed again. Somehow, Seth seemed to take off his tank top without breaking our kiss. His sweats were the next thing to come off. Underneath, he had a black jockstrap, and his cock was straining against the pouch. We kissed again, as Seth rubbed his dick against me. I kept on trying to find reasons to be nervous or scared, but I couldn't. We were all adults, and we were all men. We were horny, but that was completely natural. Seth finally broke off the kiss. "How do you like it? The leather?" "It feels good. Warm. Strong." "You look good in it," Seth said. He stepped away, and took another look, carefully checking me out. I felt self-conscious, but I also loved being the object of his attention. "Very good," he said. He motioned me to follow him as he headed to the sling. "You ever been in a sling before?" he asked. "No," I said. "Want to try it?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I felt warm, comfortable, and safe. There was no reason not to try it. "How do I do it?" "Just lean back, and sort of fall in," Seth said. He was standing in front of me, and as I tipped back, he grabbed my legs, spreading them wide. The leather was a bit cold at first, but it quickly warmed up next to my body. Seth put my legs into stirrups, so that my ass was spread open and completely exposed. "This feels good," I said. It did. I was on display, and I wanted Seth to take advantage of it. "Really good." "This is just the start." Seth knelt down, and pressed his face into my ass. He ran his tongue around the edge of my hole, and I thought I was going to die of pleasure. I tried not to squirm as he rimmed me, but the sensory overload was intense. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, not really able to say much else. Seth seemed oblivious to my enjoyment, but just continued to eat me out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued. After only a minute of rimming, I realized that I had never been really fucked before. Everything else had just been practice, and this was the real thing. It was time to lose my virginity once more. Seth tortured me with his rimming for several more minutes. I was all but begging him to fuck me, but he kept on saying it would happen soon enough. Finally, he stood up. His dick was sticking straight up as well. It seemed impossibly big, yet I still needed it inside me. If it didn't destroy me, it was going to feel amazing. "I know what you want," he said. "You said you're on Prep?" he asked, once more even though we had texted about it. "Yeah." "Awesome," he said. He had found a tub of vaseline, and spread some over his cock. Another dab went into my hole. My ass clenched at that first penetration. But it was very easy to relax. It was like I was stoned, only better. "Yeah," he said. "That's the G. Feels good, doesn't it?" "Yeah," I said. "It does." "I love it." He slid a second finger into me. "I love having sex when I'm tripping on G." "It feels so good," I said. Between the drugs, the leather, and the fingers, my head was spinning. It could have been scary. But there was something about Seth and Jon that had made me feel safe. As Seth had told me in a message, with me taking prep, the worst would that I didn't have a good time. "Fuck me." "Hungry boy," Seth said. "That's fucking hot. Don't worry. You'll get what you need." He put a bit more of the vaseline on his fingers, and a pressed a three fingers into me. He rubbed my hole, trying to get me to relax. "So fucking turned on," I said. "I can tell. But it makes you so tight." He handed me a bottle of poppers. I had seen them online, but had never done it before. "You never done it?" he asked. "Just seen it online." "Hold it under your nose. Pinch the other nostril closed, and inhale. Just two or three seconds, then hold it for a bit." I did what he told me to do. The fumes from the bottle were chemical, but not scary. At first, I didn't think they had done anything. But then, the rush hit me. First, my head pounded a bit, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then the warmth went down my body, and I felt my asshole suddenly relax. "That's it boy. Let me in." His three fingers slid in all the way to the base, and they felt amazing. Yet, I was craving more. "Just right. Tight and hot and wet." He played with my ass as I got lost in the poppers headspace. I wanted him to fuck me, and I really wanted him to cum in me. Barebacking had seemed so dirty and dangerous when I had been in high school. But now, in college, as an adult, it was such a different thing. It was how Seth and I were always supposed to fuck. "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me." "Yeah. I think so," Seth said. He pulled his fingers out of me. My hole was twitching, hungry for something to fill it up. He lined his cock up with my hole, but then took the poppers from me, and did a long hit from it. "I'm used to them," he said, before taking an equally long drag through his other nostril. "Here," he said, and handed me the bottle and cap. His dickhead was hard and it felt like he was already dribbling pre-cum onto my hole. "Please," I muttered, before taking another hit from the brown bottle. This time, I took a few seconds, and did another hit in quick succession. Seth smiled at me, and as I screwed the cap back on, he pushed his dickhead into me. "Fuuuuck," he moaned, as he slowly slid his shaft into me. "Daaaaaamn," I grunted. His dick was filling me up. It had been a while since I had gotten fucked and he was just as big as he looked. But going slow wasn't an option for either of us. We needed both needed his cock deep in my guts. It was primal urge, and one that we were powerless against. "All the way," "Hell yeah," Seth said. The urge was irresistible, but that was the entire point. I wanted to get fucked, and Seth wanted to fuck me. It was the perfect alignment of our natural desires. "Almost all in," he grunted. "Sweet hole," he said as he started to thrust back and forth, opening me up and edging himself closer to orgasm. "Hot dick," I replied. He leaned in, pressing himself against me, and forcing his cock deep in my hole. He kissed me. "Fuck me," I said when he finally let me catch my breath. "Please." He kissed me again. It was long and deep, and I got lost. It was the sex that mattered, not the time. I wasn't sure if the kiss was just a few seconds, a few minutes, or maybe even an hour. "You're going to get a lot of dick tonight," Seth said. "And a lot of sperm. Enjoy it." We kissed again, as Seth slid his dick in and out of me. He wasn't the biggest cock I had taken, but I had never felt quite so open as when he was fucking me. The drugs were helping, but the lack of any barrier between Seth and myself was the biggest factor. I had heard bareback was amazing, but the stories didn't do it justice. "Don't stop," I said, clenching my ass around Seth's tool, trying to keep it inside me. "That's it," Seth said. "Milk my cock. Get me off." We kissed again. It was a long one, interrupted by only by one of us grunting in pleasure. I tried to keep up, but it was hard to think. All the sensations were overwhelming me: the sound of Seth grunting, the feel of Seth's dick in my ass, the scent of the leather and sweat in the room. It all screamed sex, and was driving me wild. "You want my load?" Seth finally moaned. "Fuck man. Please. Give it to me." I didn't have to worry about anything. I could take Seth's load. He could breed me, like a man should. "Cum in me." "Oh FUUUUUCK," Seth moaned, slamming his cock hard into my ass. Deep in my guts, practically in my stomach, I felt his dickhead flare, and a sudden jet of warmth into my body. "I'm CUUUUUMING," he moaned again, as his whole body shook, and there was another warm jet of sperm landing inside me. "CUUUUUUUMING," he moaned again. "Give it to me. Give it to me. Give it to me," I repeated, as he unloaded into my ass. It was hard to believe that something so sleazy and dirty felt so natural. "Fill me up." "YEEEEEAAAHH," Seth grunted again, as his body continued to shake. It took several more spurts before his balls were sufficiently drained. "Hell yeah," he finally said, as his mind cleared from the ecstatic fog of orgasm. "Fuck yes. I had been looking forward to that. And you do not disappoint." He leaned in and kissed me once more. His dick was still hard, nestled deep inside me. He was gently rocking me back and forth on the sling, using the motion to slowly fuck me against his dick. "That felt amazing," I finally said. "You cumming in me." "First time being bred?" he asked. He was still on top of me. He was warm and sweaty, and I felt safe underneath him. I nodded. "Glad it was me," he said. "Me too." We kissed again. There was no rush now. We could enjoy ourselves. "You feel so good." "That's bareback," Seth said. He slid his cock nearly out. He was impressively hard, and he then slid right back into me. "Nothing like a raw hole." Before he could really start fucking me, the door opened and Jon walked back in. He paused, staring at the tableau. "Fuck. That's what I like to see. My boys taking care of each other." "Hey," Seth said. He stood up, but managed to keep his cock in my ass. "What's up?" "Leo's here. Hoping you can take care of that?" "Yeah. Bring Kenta?" "Yeah. It'll be educational." "Very much," Seth said. He turned back to me. "You're gonna enjoy this."
  24. 2. Toasts I didn't see Seth at the gym again before the Friday of the party. We messaged a bit on line, but he had been busy with school, plus all the regular parties around Halloween, so we didn't message that often. I went to a few parties, and made out with a few guys. But even when I was making out with some cute freshman, all I could think about was Seth's partners. I wanted to feel their hairy chests against my body. I wanted to feel their beards brush against my lips. Most of all, I wanted to feel their thick cocks stretch my hole open. Other than Seth, I hadn't seen any of them naked. But I just knew that Jon and JP were hung with fat daddy dicks, and heavy, low-hanging balls filled with cum. I wanted to taste their cum, and I really wanted to feel what it was like for a man like Jon to breed my hole. It felt like it took forever to get to Friday, and then that morning went by at a snail's pace. I hadn't cum in several days, and I hadn't even tried to get fucked, despite being on prep. I wanted my first time to be with Seth and his family. A little after noon, my last class let out. I quickly found something to eat, and rushed back to my dorm. Seth had told me not to worry about a costume, that they would find something. I just took a shower, making sure I was clean inside and out. I found a cute pair of underwear to put on, and a pair of jeans that highlighted my ass. I was your standard skinny Asian twink, but my ass were two perfect melons. In the right jeans, I might have even fucked myself. As I finished dressing, my phone buzzed. It was Seth. I was excited and scared when I read the message. "Come whenever. But looking forward to seeing you, so the sooner the better." I was relieved that he hadn't cancelled. But I was still a bit scared. I was going over to the home of several strange, unknown men, and they were going to fuck me all night long, if not more. I was also hard as a rock. The blue briefs I was wearing hid nothing, and there was already a wet spot where my dickhead pressed against the shiny fabric. "On my way," I said, as I ordered an Lyft. Less than five minutes later, I was on my way. I shared my location with Seth. "See you soon. Simon, the door man knows you're coming." It was a twenty minute ride downtown, but with the traffic, it took thirty minutes. They seemed to drag by; I was fidgeting a bit, trying to will the traffic to open up. Finally, we pulled up to a tall condo building in downtown. I had seen it on the skyline; I knew it was expensive. "Nice place," the Lyft driver said as he dropped me off at the front door. It opened onto a large, and expensive-looking lobby. I stepped out and looked into the lobby. I had a marijuana vape pen with me, just in case I got nervous. I ducked off to one side, out of view of the lobby, and inhaled deeply. I held it, then did another hit. I was about to go to a sex party with four other guys. My dick cock was hard and my ass was twitching just thinking about it. Think about being sandwiched between Jon and JP, their hairy bodies pressed against me. I took another hit, just enough to help calm my nerves. Besides, it always made me horny, which couldn't hurt. I held it for thirty seconds, then stepped into the lobby. By the elevators, there was a tall, muscular black man, in an immaculately tailored suit. I tired not to stare; he was an ebony god. Just one of his arms was as big as I was. I read his discreet name badge. "Eli," it said. He caught me staring, and I blushed. "You must be Kenta," he said. Letting my eyes drop didn't help. There was little the tailor could do to hide the thick snake pressed against one of his legs. "Yeah," I said. "The guys are on Floor 48," he continued, directing me towards the elevator. "Have fun." I walked in the elevator; it was elegant, with dark mirrors and careful lighting. It took me a moment to find 48; I wondered how I would know which apartment it was. But the elevator was fast, and it was only a few seconds before it was slowing down, and the doors opened. Seth was standing there, wearing a white tank-top, black sweat pants, and a surprisingly realistic pair of goat horns coming out of his hair. Standing next to him was Jon, also in the tank top and sweats. He had a small pair of devil horns emerging from the cropped hair. His beard was also shaped into a proper devil's point. "Welcome," Seth said. "This is Jon." "I'm Kenta," I said. "Pleased to meet you," Jon said. He reached out and pulled me close to him. "You're a cute one," he said, then pushed me into Seth's waiting arms. "Isn't he?" Seth said, before kissing me. "I know we're going to have fun. I know just the costume for you." He kissed me again, then pushed me back to Jon. Jon kissed me this time. I wasn't expecting it, but I welcomed it, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. He pushed me back for a second, and looked over my body. Even at maybe 5'10", he looked big against my 5'4" frame. "Let's get you into a proper costume," he said. Seth led the way out of the left. "Jon doesn't like to talk about it, but he made a lot of money with a start-up. So we live here. And have things like this for a closet." He stepped into a room about the size of my bedroom growing up. Around the edges were hooks and shelves holding various pieces of leather and toys. It was almost like being in the leather store downtown, except in one corner was a small bar, complete with a sink and small fridge. I had watched enough leather porn on XTube to recognize the other things in the room, a sling, a fuck bench, and a sturdy metal cage. I took a deep breath. My lungs filled with the scent of leather and sweat, and my head swam a bit. The marijuana was starting to hit, and now, this dirty porno jerk-off fantasy was starting to come true. My asshole twitched. I wanted another hit from the pipe. "You smoke weed?" Jon asked, almost reading my mind. "Yeah," I said. "You ever try G?" Seth asked me. "I've heard of it," I said. I had read stories about drug-fueled parties. "But not sure about it. What does it do?" "It's a bit like weed," Jon said. "It makes everything very mellow and chill. Great for making out and cuddling." He was standing behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth from his body. I wanted it closer. "Have you been drinking?" he asked. "No," I said. I wanted to trust these two men. They made me feel like I could trust them. "Just vaped some weed." "Oh perfect," Seth said. "Just do a little, you can see how it feels. Then decide if you like it." He turned to Jon. "Maybe an ml?" "Him?" Jon said. He smiled at me. "Let's start him at .6. He's like half of you." He turned back tome. "Seth just wants to get you naked. I'll take care of you." He turned back to Seth. "But. Yes. Let's get Kenta naked and into his costume." "You get Kenta and us some G," Seth said. He stepped over to me, and wrapped his arms around me. He gave me a big kiss. "And I'll get Kenta naked." He peeled off my shirt with practiced ease, and tossed it into a corner. At the bar, Jon mixed something up. "This one is for you, Kenta," he said, reappearing with three glasses of orange juice. He handed me a glass, then handed one to Seth. "Cheers, boys," he said, as he toasted. "Do it quickly," he said, and then we clinked glasses. I swallowed it quickly, just like the others. But I could taste something bitter.
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