sluttyjimmy

I was 19 years old in 1984 when I took a taxi to a gay bar in the small city in Upstate New York where I grew up. There was no sign identifying the bar, but all the local gay men knew it had a red lightbulb over the front door. I met a hot guy in his 30s named Mateo who wanted to fuck me, but we did not have a place to do it. An overweight and rather unattractive guy in his mid 50s named Larry sat on a nearby stool and overheard our dilemma and called Mateo over to him so he could share a possible solution. They introduced themselves by name and shook hands as Mateo took a seat on the stool next to Larry. What was interesting about the ensuing conversation with Larry, was that I was not part of it as I now sat on my stool as a distant bystander, while they talked about me like I was not even there. Larry told Mateo he would love to help Mateo fuck a slut. And while he did not have a place to go, he had a huge Chrysler New Yorker in the parking lot with dark tinted windows. Larry said there was lots of room in the backseat to fuck if Mateo wanted to use the backseat of his car. Larry said he would do one better and drive on the nearby freeway and some deserted roads while Mateo slut fucked in the backseat. Larry said if Mateo was going fuck a slut in a car, better for it to be moving than parked somewhere where the authorities could come across you at any time. Larry told Mateo that if he stayed within the speed limit and obeyed the rules of the road, no one would expect fucking going on in the backseat. Larry then asked Matteo if he had a driver's license which Mateo confirmed he did. Larry told Mateo the only thing he wanted in exchange for his time and gas for driving around, was to fuck the whore in the backseat as payback, while Mateo drove the New Yorker back to the bar. Mateo responded, "Fuck yeah, let's do this!" and he and Larry started to move off their stools. Mateo came over to me, briefly making eye contact, and held up his thumb and index finger, pointing to the front door of the bar, as Larry led the way out. Once we got to Larry's car, Mateo and I got in the back seat and closed the door. Mateo’s demeanor toward me changed during his conversation with Larry. When we first met, Mateo seemed excited to meet me and freely engaged me in conversation like he was interested. Now he was no longer communicative and quite honestly, I felt I was nothing more than a sexual object. There was a distance and hardness to Mateo’s temperament that had not existed earlier. As Larry got behind the steering wheel, he started the car. It was a humid night in upstate New York, even late at night after dark, so Larry rolled down all the electronic windows to let some fresh air in. In the meantime, Mateo pulled off my t-shirt, shorts, and underwear, like I was a kid needing help getting undressed. Once I was bare-assed naked except for my white calf-length athletic socks and sneakers, Mateo announced to Larry, “I think we are all ready to go!” As Larry put the car in drive and drove out of the gravel parking lot, Mateo picked up my shorts, t-shirt, and underwear and threw them over his shoulder, tossing them out the open window! Suddenly panicked, I attempted to open my car door to get my clothes, but Larry had the childhood locks set so the door would not open! Mateo commented to Larry, “I wonder if the whore’s clothes will still be in the parking lot when we get back?” to which Larry responded, “Hard to say!” with a chuckle. I was both panicked and at their mercy as Larry approached the nearby entrance to I-81 and turned onto the freeway and accelerated to 60 mph. Mateo meanwhile stripped off his sneakers and jeans and then pushed my mouth down on his big brown uncut cock to get it wet. Mateo then pushed me on my back and lifted my legs up in the air high, so my sneakers were almost touching the ceiling. Mateo pushed himself inside of me with one full thrust and laid his body on top of mine, his 6’2” body engulfing my smaller 5’7” thin body. Our heads were side by side, but there was no talking going on as he started to thrust inside of me feverishly. I am not sure how long he fucked me with me wedged between the backseat and his body, but my pussy was now open, freely accepting his cock. After a long time, Mateo lifted off me and looked around to see where we were located. He pulled me up, and as I looked around, I realized we were now driving down a dark deserted country road. The one thing about upstate New York is it did not take long to get from populated to secluded areas… Mateo decided to fuck me doggy. He pushed my legs and knees together, so he had room for his right knee on the backseat and his left foot on the floorboard. Mateo stuck his cock in me and started fucking me full force, bucking his hips hard against my ass as his big hands clamped tightly against my hips. As he fucked me hard, my hands were on the seat holding me up. Each time Mateo's hips forcefully thrust forward, however, it caused me to inch forward and after a short time, the top of my head was literally hitting against the car door as I stared down at the seat! After several thrusts, I lifted my hands up against the side of the door, and up further until my hands were squeezing the top of the door where the window slit was located now that the window was down. This not only stopped my head from banging against the door, but it gave me some leverage so Mateo could not push me forward any further. Mateo must have sense my naive plan, because he unexpectedly bucked my hips with so much force, my body lunged forward and my hands lost their grip on the top of the door. My body lunged forward, so my hands slipped though the open window! As my body tilted forward and having lost all my leverage, Mateo used his strong thighs and knees to force my hips forward, until they were against the door along with my thighs and knees. This caused my naked body to be hanging outside the open window from the waist up! Mateo firmly grabbed the top of the door where the window slit was located with his big hands, like I had done just moments before. Unlike mine, Mateo's grip was firm and with his bigger body planted directly behind me and big cock stuffed up my hole deep, I was wedged between Mateo and the door with no place to go. I yelled as my head, arms, and hands were dangling and flailing out the window and I felt the night wind blowing against my naked body. Mateo did not break his pace and continued to fuck me hard from behind. After a long fuck and feeling some wind burn on my face, Matteo pulled me back inside of the car, keeping me impaled on his cock as he sat in the center of the backseat with one foot on either side of the center hump of the floorboard. I became Mateo’s bouncy little boy as he continued to grip my waist, lifting me up off his cock and then pulling me back down until he was balls deep again. At one point, Mateo put his hands under the back of my thighs and started lifting upward so my knees moved against my chest. Mateo ordered me to spread my legs wide so the bottoms of my sneakers were against the back of the front headrests. I felt like a two-bit whore with my legs spread so wide, as gravity fully impaled me on Mateo's cock, with Mateo lifting me up and pushing me down by my waist to control the rhythm of the fuck. After a while, Mateo positioned his hands underneath my thighs to pull my spread knees back toward my chest again. With a fluid motion, Mateo moved his hands and arms, so his arms snaked under my arm pits and his hands moved and clasped behind my neck. Mateo had me restrained in the full nelson wrestling position, with me totally immobilized and I was forced to take his full cock and he pistoned it in and out of me as hard as he could. That put Mateo over the edge as he soon yelled, “Take my babies, bitch!” and buried his cock and his seed deep inside of me with one final thrust. Mateo released his hold, and I stretched my legs and put my sneakers back behind the headrests. Mateo held me in place fully impaled on his cock and let out a deep loud growling “WOOF!” as Larry pulled the car to the side of a deserted road. It is like the three of us were in a coordinated dance as Larry got out of the car and opened the back door behind the driver’s seat slightly so Mateo could get out when ready. Mateo lifted me off his cock and pushed me over to sit on the backseat behind the front passenger seat, ordering me to “keep my babies inside of you, bitch, so you don’t get them on the leather seat.” Mateo got fully dressed as Larry moved around the back of the car to the back passenger side door where I now sat. Larry unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He slipped off his loafers and took his pants and underwear fully off and then slipped his loafers back on his feet. I shuttered a bit as I looked at Larry's body because he was someone I would never consider having sex with. He had a belly, and man boobs, and an unattractive face. As I was lost in my thoughts, Larry opened the back passenger door where I was sat and said, “Time to pay up, bitch! Get on your fucking hands and knees!” as he threw his clothes on the floorboard and started coming toward me through the open door. By this time, Mateo had exited the backseat, closing the door behind him. I moved in as far as I could toward the door Mateo had closed as Larry crammed himself in the back seat and closed his door behind him. I was a bit startled as Mateo reached through the open window and grabbed underneath my armpits with his big hands. He firmly pulled my body toward him and through the open window until my waist over the edge of the door, with the top half of my body fully hanging outside of the car again. Mateo harshly said, “Stay in this fucking position and be a good whore to pay Larry back for the generous use of his car!” With that, Mateo slapped my face hard and opened the driver’s door to get in the front seat. In the meantime, I felt Larry’s body behind me as he ordered, “Take my fat German sausage up your used cunt, whore!” as he shoved his surprisingly fat cock deep inside of me. I inhaled at the thickness of Larry’s cock, as Mateo pulled the car back onto the deserted road. While Larry’s cock was nowhere near as long as Mateo’s, it was much thicker and stretched me further. Larry got a steady rhythm down when I suddenly and unexpectedly felt something wet hit the portion of my body hanging out the window. At first, I wondered if it started to rain, but as the wetness hit me again, I realized it was at the wrong angle for rain. By the time I felt the spray of wetness the third time, I realized that Mateo was hocking up loogies and blowing them out his open window to let the force of the air as he drove splatter the loogies against my body! As Mateo’s loogies continued to splash against my body, I started getting nervous because I saw lights in the distance as we started getting closer to the city. Panic hit me when I saw the headlights of a vehicle driving toward us. As the headlights got closer, I started pushing my ass back on Larry’s cock as I intuitively tried to push myself inside of the car to keep my naked body from being seen. Larry’s body, however, held the top half my body firmly in place outside of his car at my waist, and headlights be damned, he was not about to let me back inside anytime soon. The road was wide enough that the car did not pose any physical threat to me, but the vehicle’s headlights allowed the driver to see my naked body from the waist up hanging out the window, including my full face! Because I was grinding my ass against Larry’s cock, futilely hoping by some miracle that would get my body fully back inside his car, I’m sure it was pretty obvious to the person driving toward us that I was getting fucked! As the vehicle got closer, the guy flashed his headlights a couple of times and as we passed him, now under streetlights at the edge of town, the driver's eyes make direct contact with mine for an instant. I had a sense that my eyes were pleading to be anywhere else but there, staring at this stranger for a fleeting moment. The stranger meanwhile quickly tapped on his horn twice as he drove past us in his red truck. Mateo tapped the horn of the New Yorker twice in response, sharing a moment with the stranger now in the rearview mirror. At this exact moment, I heard Larry's labored breathing as he grunted hard and loud, dumping his load inside of me. Larry pulled his cock out of me and pulled me back inside of the car. He ordered me to turn around and clean off his cock as Mateo drove through the city and back to the parking lot. The parking lot had no direct lighting but the nearby streetlights casted an orange hue that softly lit the parking lot. Once parked where it all began, Mateo got out of the car and walked around to other side of the car to let Larry out. After Larry got out of the car, he grabbed his underwear and pants from the floorboard and left his door open as he put his clothes back on. As Larry zipped himself up, I heard a vehicle pull into the parking lot, driving over the gravel. It drove up next to Larry’s car facing the opposite way, so the driver was looking straight into the window where I was sitting. It was the driver of the red truck who saw me getting fucked 10 minutes earlier. Both Mateo and Larry walked over to the stranger’s truck to speak with him, but I could not hear what they were saying. After a bit, Mateo walked over to the driver’s side passenger door and opened it for me, and I got out of the car, naked except for my socks and sneakers. I stood behind the open door, using it as a shield to hide my naked body. I noticed the parking lot was empty except for three vehicles, the third which I assumed was Mateo’s. The stranger got out of his truck and walked over to get a better look at me. In the soft orange hue of the parking lot, this stranger looked like he was in his late forties and more of a farm hand kind of guy. He had cowboy boots on and jeans, as well as a button-up shirt. He was taller than me and bulky. He was a decent looking guy overall. I asserted myself momentarily by telling all three men that I needed to find my clothes, and started walking away from them, desperately searching the parking lot for my missing t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. They were nowhere to be found, and the stranger finally yelled, “Boy you better get bare ass over here before someone sees you and you get arrested for indecent exposure.” And with that I walked back toward the three men feeling defeated. The stranger looked at me and said, “You have a choice boy: The three of us drive off and leave you in this parking lot bare-assed naked and you take your chances, or you come with me and let me use your cunt to empty my bull balls.” He turned and walked to his truck and I followed him. As he reached his truck, I started to walk around the front of the truck to get in the passenger seat when the stranger told me to hold up and called me over to him. He walked toward the back of his truck and said, "Boy, you ride in here," and patted the top edge of the truck bed. Feeling I had no choice, I walked to the end of the truck and hoisted myself up into the truck bed by putting my foot on the bumper. Once inside, the stranger motioned me toward the front and told me to sit in the center of the truck bed with my back against the window and wall of the front cabin where he would sit and drive. I felt like his possession as he reassured me that it was about 4am and I would be fine riding in the truck bed for the 35-minute drive to his place in the country. The stranger got in his truck and started the engine, put his truck in drive, and pulled out of the parking lot. As the truck started to pick up speed and drive down the road, I heard a car horn beep twice. I looked up to see Mateo and Larry standing at the New Yorker with the driver's side door open. They both smiled big and waved to me…with my clothes in their hands. I was startled when the stranger tapped is horn twice in response, as I watched Mateo and Larry get into their respective vehicles, taking my clothes with them.

I worked for a suit-and-tie job for several years in my 20s and 30s and had some guys who regularly fucked me on my way to work. When I was about 22, I met one of them on Craigslist one night with the plan for me to drive to his apartment the following morning before work. As part of our CL conversation, he asked what I wore to work, and I told him a suit and tie. We agreed I would keep most of my work attire on while he fucked me full of cum and I would follow his lead without question once I arrived at his place. He also asked me what kind of car I owned, which I felt was a strange question to ask, but he said it was so he could watch for my arrival. The next morning, I parked my car in the parking lot where the guy lived. It was a run-down building just off a busy road that housed many businesses. As I turned the corner to drive down the side street to his apartment, there was a home improvement store on the corner with 20-30 day laborers looking for work. As I drove by them, some of them looked at my car with keen interest and I felt a bit uncomfortable and out of place. I debated on just driving directly onto work, but my fuck hole was twitching in anticipation of getting fucked. The apartment building the guy lived in must have been a motel back in the day. It was a two-story building with doors to each apartment facing the parking lot and street. There were outdoor stairs on each end of the building that took you to the 2nd-story units. His apartment was on the 2nd floor and as I walked up the stairs in my suit, I saw some of the day laborers watching me. I knocked on the guy’s door but got no response. After a second knock with no response, I decided to quickly leave. When I got about 20 feet from the front door, I heard someone from behind me say “Hey…” I turned to see what looked like one of the day laborers. He had to be close to my 70-year-old grampa’s age. He wore a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots, and a cowboy hat. As he approached me, he towered over my 5’7” frame, as I guessed he was 6’9”-6’10” tall. As I looked up to his face, I realized the top of my head was at the bottom of his shoulders. He also looked like he weighed 3-4 times my 135 lbs. and his body was fucking huge in comparison. This guy had a big broad nose and large nostrils, gray hair, with a matching goatee and mustache that were unkempt and way overgrown. His face looked like leather from too many years working in the sun. I don’t mean to be rude, but there was no way I was going to have sex with this guy. As I looked at him, I thought “What the fuck?!” Other than being Hispanic, this guy looked nothing like the 32-year-old fit guy he described himself as in his Craigslist response. He had also included a body photo with his response the night before and the body in the photo was definitely not this guy's! I did not want to be rude, so as we stood on the landing, I told him I really had to go and turned to walk away. He said, “Hey” in a booming voice that stopped me in my tracks, and I nervously turned back around to face him. He said, “Come here a minute,” as he turned and walked over the railing that overlooked the parking lot and the road. “See those guys over there?” I looked to see the group of day laborers, specifically five who were significantly older than the rest of the group, who were looking up staring at us intently with shit-eating grins on their faces. Two of them waved at us. The guy said, “It is time for Papi to fuck ‘a puta’s pussy,’ and you are my puta for today. I told mis amigos I am going to fuck your pussy and I let them know that if you walked back down the stairs, that means they should join me fucking you and to bring ya on back. Either way I'm gonna fuck that pussy, so you decide how it's going to be. And with that, he turned and walked to the apartment door I knocked on a few minutes before. I slowly followed behind him, my humiliation complete as I looked back at this guy’s old friends; their eyes glued on me as Papi led me to be totally and thoroughly fucked. Papi walked into apartment and had not even closed the door when he ordered me to remove my suit pants and leave everything else on. I stripped off my suit pants, sliding them over my dress shoes and socks. I looked around for a place to put my pants, but he held out his hand. I cautiously handed them to him, and he commanded me to “stay,” as he carried my pants into another room. When he returned a few minutes later without my pants, he was naked except for his work boots, socks, and his cowboy hat. I stared in disbelief at the huge brown fat donkey dong between his legs. Without thinking, I blurted out “There was NO WAY that’s going to fit inside of me!” He chuckled and said, “I may need to re-arrange your insides a bit, but it’s gonna fit.” He then added, “Mis amigos call me ‘Donk’ and now you know why!” I was still mesmerized by his cock when he unexpectedly tossed something to me that hit my chest and then fell to the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, I realized it was my cell phone that he had taken out of my pants pocket. He told me to call my boss and tell him I was sick and needed to stay home. I took my phone and just stared at it in my hand as he added, “Tell your boss you are having some gastrointestinal issues…by the time I get done with you, it is going to be true!” as he chuckled at my impending reality. I quickly called my boss so I could get this humiliating experience over as soon as possible. I told my boss I had GI issues, and he told me he hoped I felt better soon…Yeah, not likely! “FUCK ME!” I thought to myself as Donk pointed to an overstuffed chair and commanded me to kneel on it. He ordered me to put my knees and legs together, completely exposing my ass and putting it on full display. In this position it seemed like this guy could easily envelope my hips with his massive hands and mount me for a good hard ride. With my knees and legs both together, my ass cheeks were also close together. The inside of my ass cheeks were going to provide extra friction against the full length of Donk's mammoth cock, as it rubbed against the insides of my ass cheeks with every thrust in and out...Fuck! With me kneeling on the chair like a total slut, Donk moved toward the back of the chair to be closer to my face. He grabbed my silk necktie and pulled it out toward the wall. He scrunched the open end of the necktie and pushed it through the opening of a large eye hook I hadn’t noticed before, and pulled the tie all the way through until it was taut. Donk then tied a knot, in effect, making my necktie a leash to hold me securely in place. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Donk then walked around and stood behind me, straddling my legs that were now together. He must has sensed my suit jacket hung too low for him to have easy access to my ass, because I heard him say, “Let me take care of this,” and he pushed the bottom of suit jacket up my back, so all the material clumped against the back of my neck. I thought he would stop pushing once he had full access to my ass, but instead he grabbed the clumped material covering the back of my neck and pulled it up and over my head, so it was now all in front of my chin. I lifted my chin, so the clumped material was wedged between the top of the chair and underneath my chin. With my suit jacket now under my chin, I had flashbacks to when I pulled the bottom of my t-shirt up over my head as a teenager, to have it off my chest and stomach when I masturbated. With the tightly stretching fabric of my t-shirt all behind my neck but my arms still in the t-shirt, it felt like my t-shirt had me in a full nelson. In this moment, my suit jacket now had me in a reverse full nelson of sorts. The suit jacket fabric was tight over my head and under my chin. My arms were also still in the suit jacket and there was tension because the fabric was now pulled so tight. Because of the tightness the fabric had on my arms, I could not move or use them, and my upper arms started to feel sore from the tension. As I settled into my new reality, I felt Donk grab the bottom of my dress shirt which still covered my back and hung over my ass. I feared my shirt was going to join my suit jacket under my chin, but Donk forcefully pulled his hands apart at the bottom and to my horror, ripped my dress shirt up the center of the back. I felt the rip go all the way to the base of my collar. Donk then ripped at the top of my shirt underneath the collar toward both arms so he could move the shirt off to the sides, fully exposing my back. With that, Donk said “I think you are ready!” I was feeling pretty dazed at this point, and didn’t even notice Donk had moved, until I heard the front door open and he greeted who I assume were his five amigos who watched us outside that morning, I didn’t really know at that point, with my necktie forcing me to stare at the wall with limited range of motion for me to look elsewhere. Pretty soon, the guys in the room all migrated behind me. While I didn’t understand Spanish, I got the feeling they were admiring my ass. I then felt a finger on my hole and asked the guy to please use lube. Amigo #1 called out for some lube and after a short time, I felt something incredibly cold on my hole, to the point it was almost numbing. I felt some pressure and resistance from my hole. I suddenly felt the coldness go away as he inserted a finger up my ass and I felt him moving his finger around inside my hole in a clockwise motion to open me up. Amigo #1 then pulled his finger out of me, and I felt the coldness directly against my pucker hole again. There was still some resistance, but I finally felt my hole open and a cold sensation going up inside of my ass! It was so fucking cold that I lost my breath for a moment. By the time I had my wits about me, the inside of my ass felt like it was fucking freezing, and I said “What the fuck?!” to which all Amigo #1 said was “Frozen Butter!” I found out later this old man had stuck a frozen stick of butter up my ass! I repeated “What the fuck?!” one more time as I felt the guy’s cock head push inside my hole. Amigo #1 had 7” and was not as thick as the stick of butter. Once the head of his cock was inside of me, he pushed the rest of his cock inside my hole in one fluid motion until he was balls deep. Between Amigo #1's cock and the stick of butter, I had 12” up my ass and the fluid motion caused the stick of butter to go deep inside my hole. As Amigo #1 gained momentum in fucking me, he firmly grabbed onto my hips and started to ride me like I was the pony, and he was the jockey. The overstuffed chair was wide enough to support Donk’s big body, so there was room for Amigo #1 to put his feet on the seat of the chair on either side of my ass. That allowed him to squat down from above me to mount me like a bitch in heat. The forcefulness of his fucking made me feel like we were galloping to the beat of this trusts! After a while, Amigo #1 pulled out and Amigo #2 started to fuck me. His cock seemed short equally fat. It was about 5” long and about 2.5” thick; about the size of a standard can of beer. Amigo #2 stepped right onto the seat of the chair and mounted me, opening me wider. We repeated this process three more times, each cock being bigger than its predecessor. Amigo #5's cock was about 8” long and about 3” wide and once he got a rhythm, he was pushing his cock all the way in and pulling it all the way out with each fucking thrust. Once Amigo #5 pulled out of my hole, I could feel my hole gaping open. While I caught my breath and waited for the main event, I felt another stick of frozen butter being pushed up my ass. There was a sense of anticipation from everyone in the room, as I felt Donk behind me. His feet were on the floor as he started to push the head of his cock inside of me. I screamed because it was so fucking fat! I tried to stay quiet and calm, but it was just impossible given his size. I then saw someone out of my peripheral vision with a ball gag. He ordered me to open my mouth, and he secured it tightly. I had never worn a ball gag before, but it made my screams less noisy. With my noise level taken care of, Donk started fucking me slow. It felt like I had a fucking 32-oz beer can up my ass and it was nowhere near all the way in. It took a while for me to adjust and I was in a daze and lost track of time as Donk fucked me slow and steady for long time, opening me up as much as possible. At one point, he pulled out and stood on the chair with his legs on either side of me. He squatted down and stuck his massive cock inside and started to push it in with one steady and uninterrupted motion. Once he got it a good way in, he said, “Now it’s time to take my puta’s pussy for a ride!” and with that he started fucking me with his huge Donkey dong. As Donk fucked me, I went into another zone. I could feel his cock and the weight of him as his huge body covered me. I am quite confident none of his friends could see me as Donk's body consumed mine. At one point, I hear Donk yell, “I’m all the way in!,” to which the guys all “whooped and hollered,” and that motivated him to fuck me even more. While I could not see my fuck hole, I could tell it was stretched open like never before. At some point, Donk pulled out and said, “Good open puta pussy!” and then started talking to the guys in Spanish. Suddenly and unexpected, I saw a set of hands untying the end of my necktie from the eye hook in the wall and I could now move my neck back and forth! We were finally done, and I could go home and crash until work tomorrow! I’m so glad Donk made me call out sick…Maybe he’s not so bad after all! Before I could lift myself off the chair, I felt hands on my chest, pushing it upward so I was kneeling totally upright in the chair from my waist up. I then felt the hands move to my thighs and my lower back to steady me. The hands on my thighs grabbed them firmly and started lifting me up and off the overstuffed chair, while also supporting my back. I tried to wiggle myself out of their grip, but to no avail. Once I was fully suspended a couple of feet above the chair, Amigo’s #4 and #5 started to move me away from the chair altogether. Once I was clear of the chair, I was able to straighten my legs which dangled freely in the air. As they turned me around at a 90-degree angle, I could still see the overstuffed chair, plus three guys and Donk. As I suspected, these guys were the old day laborers who were looking and smiling at me I now realized that was their plan from the beginning. In that moment though, I felt like I was the primary entertainment at a fucking senior center! My eyes then turned to Donk. He still wore his cowboy hat, socks, and boots, and had a big smile on his face. He told me I was a good puta…”too good for him not to share with his amigos.” They all laughed as Donk approached me. He smiled and put both of his hands on the center of my shirt, where the buttons are located. He slipped his fingers inside with his fingers facing outward and forcefully yanked his hands apart, ripping off the buttons and ripping my shirt open. You could now see my nipples and my chest. With that, Donk sat in the overstuff chair I had recently vacated. He told one of the guys to get more lube, and I watched as Amigo #3 walked to the freezer. I’m thinking to myself, “Oh God, more butter!” I watched as the guy unfoiled the stick of butter at the kitchen counter and brought it on over. I realized as he got closer, however, that I am mistaken about the stick of butter. It’s not a stick of butter, but rather a fucking pound of butter the size of four sticks of butter combined! Amigo #3 approached me with a big smile. He held up the pound of butter at eye level so I can fully see what is about to be stuck up my butt. He then lowered the butter so the hard freezing cold mass it up against my stretched pussy. He pushed the butter up my butt, never breaking eye contact with me, and I realized that while I feltl the intense coldness, I did not feel any friction of the butter going in, because my pussy is stretched open so wide…HOLY FUCK! Once Amigo #3 pushed the butter all the way inside of me, he looked me straight in the eyes, smiling widely, and said, “There ya go!” I was jarred back to reality when Donk loudly loudly slapped both his palms against his thighs on either side of his mammoth rock-hard cock and yelled, “Come to Papi!” With that, Amigos #4 and #5 shifted me so I was facing away from Donk and the chair he was sitting in. They started moving me backwards in a coordinated effort, and before I knew it, both guys were on either side of the overstuffed chair. I was suspended over the chair, with my overused hole just above the massive head of Donk’s 32-oz beer can cock. All the guys start yelling “Uno, dos, tres,” in unison, and on "tres," Amigos #4 and #5 let go of me, and the weight of my body and gravity caused my hole to rapidly impale itself on Donk’s cock balls deep. There was no stopping the slide once it started. When firmly impaled, it was like Donk was Santa Claus, and it was time for Jimmy to tell Santa what he wanted for fucking Christmas! As I sat totally impaled on Donk’s cock, he grabbed my necktie and held the crumpled accessory taut in his huge hand like a fucking leash to keep me in place and to control me. Amigos #4 and #5 moved to the front corners of the chair, bent over and grabbed my legs and started to raise them up high in the air. As they raised my legs up, they pulled them apart like it was Thanksgiving Day and my legs were the fucking wishbone! As they lifted my legs into position, I had no choice but to lean my back against Donk’s chest. In short order, I was lying firmly against Donk’s chest with my legs up in the air and spread wide, like a two-bit whore. At that moment, I saw a flash as Amigo #2 took a photo and came over and showed it to me. Here I was impaled on Donk’s mammoth cock, his fat dong opening my swollen puffy pussy wide. Donk’s impressively huge cum-filled cojones hung very low. The photo showed my expensive dress shirt ripped to display my nipples and chest. Donk’s face was not in the photo, but mine was on full display with the ball gag in my mouth. The photo showed my suit jacket clumped underneath my chin and covering my neck. My arms were sticking out, almost looking disfigured, because they were tightly secured in the suit jacket. Donk’s big shoulders and neck were in the background behind my much smaller boyish body. My body also seemed that much smaller in comparison to Donk’s huge hand in the forefront, clamping onto my scrunched silk necktie and holding me firmly in place. Closest to the camera, the photo also highlights four old, wrinkled hands spreading my legs wide, with my dress socks and expensive leather shoes completing my ensemble. As I stared at the photo in disbelief, Amigo #2 announced, “Great photo for us to use for your next Craigslist Ad!!!” Next Craigslist Ad???! WHAT THE FUCK???!!! As Amigo #2 walked back to his original position, Donk announced to his friends, “We have a good puta who needs mis amigos to fuck cum up his pussy and make him pregnant. Our puta needs lots of biracial babies!” With that, as Amigo #1 approached me and Donk, I realized what was about to happen and I attempted to cry out and furiously shook my head “NO!!!” to which Donk said, “Si, Puta!” As the Amigo #1 squatted down to align his cock with my hole, Donk added, “Don’t worry, Puta! Mis amigos are going to fuck you by cock size, saving the largest for last!” And with that, Amigo #1 started to push his cock up my pussy to join Donk’s!”

Jimmy Nursing For DaDa's Milk

Grandpa porn is fucking hot! Knowing grandpa is potentially 3-4 times older than the guy he's currently fucking...WOOF! It is also hot thinking about the fact that when grandpa was the younger guy's age and bustin his nut anywhere and everywhere, the guy he's currently fucking was not even born yet. DAMN!

I love having a guy go from my ass to my mouth/throat over and over again. Tasting my ass juices on a guy's cock is so fucking great. As a guy goes back and forth between my two holes, it's hot finally knowing which hole sets him over the edge and officially makes me his cum dump.

I was militant about using condoms. I had a boyfriend of six months who was newly HIV+ and we always played safe. It was pre-Prep so we needed to be careful. At the time my boyfriend was not taking any meds because his doctors were determining which meds he could take without having a significant reaction, since he had not responded well to some med options at the time. What also added to the need to be careful even further was that my boyfriend had a huge donkey dick but was determined to wear a regular size condom. Because of that, there were times when the condom would break while my boyfriend fucked me. There were also times when the super tight condom on his over-sized dong, combined with the friction of it going in and out of my asshole, would cause the open end of the condom to push toward the head of his cock. There were numerous times when my boyfriend would pull out and the condom would be all bunched up around the head of his cock. I asked my boyfriend why he insisted on wearing a regular-size condom and he said the tightness of the condom against his cock made his cock feel so much better while fucking than wearing an XL or XXL condom. Because of this, we agreed he would always pull out before cumming, with him spraying his huge loads all over me. One day my boyfriend fucked me while I laid on my back with my legs spread wide. His chest was against mine and I felt his full weight on top of me. My boyfriend had been fucking me for awhile and he had two condoms break so far. He pulled out and put on another regular-size condom and start fucking me again. At one point while fucking me, I felt the third condom break inside my hole. As my boyfriend laid on top of me with his full weight against my chest, I spoke into his ear to let him know the condom broke again. He did not respond and kept on fucking me. I mentioned it again but was not too worried because he always pulled out and I could always tell when my boyfriend was close to cumming, and based on his breathing he still had a ways to go... Then suddenly my boyfriend lets out mind-blowing growl and I hear him scream "FUCK" at the top of his lungs, scaring the shit out of me. Before I could respond to any of it, he plunged his donkey dong up inside me to the hilt and i felt huge ropes of cum deep inside of me. At this point, I am screaming at the top of my lungs as my legs are flailing in the air. I cannot move my boyfriend because he is too heavy and he just lies on top of me with his full weight sinking in as experiences post-nut clarity. I start crying and have tears running down my face as I plead with him to get off of me. My boyfriend finally lifts himself off of me and slowly pulls his cock out of me. I look down in horror as I see the condom was broken and is now all bunched up at the base of his cock like it is a fucking cock ring! I look at my boyfriend and yell "What the fuck?!" I am in total disbelief as I slide off the bed and run to the bathroom. I got in the shower and used the douche hose to go deep as a means of washing his cum out of my ass, but I knew it as futile. I returned to my bedroom and realized my boyfriend was gone. I called his cell phone and it went to voicemail. I left a message and continued trying to call him with the same result and no return phone call from him. After a while, I drove to his place and buzzed the access panel for his condo with no response and no way to get inside. I never heard from my boyfriend again and knew I was fucked in more ways than one. I also knew that condoms were a thing of the past and it was time to finally let my inner piggy out.

I love black cock. The black guys I have been with are not looking for love or romance. They are looking to nut in a warm mouth because they need to empty their balls and are not going to waste their seed. They do it without asking and not caring where it happens; they will take you into the bushes or a dark alley or a parking lot. Sometimes they guide you into the closest public restroom or make you give them road head. There are always glory holes and adult theaters with black cocks ready to nut in my willing mouth. Then there are the black men who want me to suck them off in the comfort of their own homes, sometimes being a good host by having friends stop by to also sample my puffy lips and have a warm mouth to dump into. If it is black cock, it does not matter who it is attached to or what the guy looks like. My purpose is to serve any black cock presented to me and make it nut without exception.

My vehicle-related choices:

I would definitely drink down your blue and green piss! On one hand, knowing ahead of time about the unique color would be good, so I don't freak out, just in case. Normally, however, when I drink piss directly from the tap, I have my lips securely wrapped around a guy's cock so no piss can escape. Because of this, I don't know that I would know about the color difference right away. For me personally, I love the element of surprise. It is fucking hot when a guy takes control and makes sexual decisions that directly impact me without prior discussion, so I would find it very hot to have you piss your unique colors into me without telling me ahead of time! While this would not be for everyone, I would find it hot to undertake experiments with you, ensuring I drink your piss multiple times at all colors, depending on your hydration levels. · This would allow us to confirm if the color of your piss impacts the taste in any way. · Drinking all colors would also confirm if they impact the color of my tongue, similar to when I eat a flavored popsicle and my tongue changes color. · We could also experiment how me drinking the different colors of your piss impacts the whiteness of my teeth. Because teeth are porous, red wine can impact the color of my teeth and I wonder about the impact of blue and green piss. I would think the dark blue piss would have the greatest impact but experimenting would confirm this. o For teeth experimentation, we could do two separate types of tests using each color of piss. First we would see the impact of my teeth color when I take your cock in my mouth so the head of your cock is past my teeth and the piss does not spray directly on my them. I would also want to do a separate experiment of you spraying each piss color directly on my teeth while I either smile big for you or by wearing a dental cheek retractor/mouth spreader that is used for teeth whitening, so my teeth are fully exposed when you piss directly on them. The duration of the piss stream could also impact the color of my teeth, so we probably would want to experiment multiple times with each color and track the time of different piss streaming durations and the corresponding impact on my teeth. It would be interesting to see how drinking down your light blue, dark blue, and green piss impacts my piss afterwards. I would think my piss might change color, maybe being more consistently green when your individual colors meet up with my yellow piss. It would be interesting to find out! Setting the fantasy aside for a moment and on a more serious note: Before you engage with WS, it would likely be beneficial to contact your physician or a GLBTQ+ medical clinic to confirm the potential impact, risks, and side effects of doing WS with other guys, given you are taking Methylene Blue and its impact it has on your urine color. That would hopefully confirm what WS activities are safe to participate in, so you know for sure, and you can share this information with guys prior to hooking up. The guys you are thinking of hooking up with for WS could likewise contact their physician or a medical clinic to also confirm. I know this may be a buzzkill, but it could also ensure everyone stays safe.

I met up with a hot college guy named Evan on a cruising app several years ago. He just finished his finals and was looking for a way to totally unwind. He really got off on a guy blowing him for a few hours while he kicked back and enjoyed some beers and watched TV. He said it took him a while to cum and and once he did, he was good with the guy sucking out a second nut. I asked him if there was anything else he would enjoy beyond the beer and he said, "Pizza!" I told him I could order a pizza to be delivered and asked for his preference of toppings. When Evan arrived, he did not disappoint. He was 21, had auburn hair, and was in very good shape. As I let him in, the pizza arrived, so we made a quick pit stop to the kitchen to get paper plates and napkins and then headed to spare bedroom I converted into a mini-man cave. As we got settled in the room, Evan stripped down to his white calf-length gym socks and sneakers, per my request. I similarly stripped down as he sat down in the Scandinavian springy rocking chair facing the TV. Next to the chair was a mini-fridge and I got him his first beer and I pointed to some nearby red party cups if he wanted one. Evan grabbed the remote and searched until he found a previously recorded college football game available for streaming. Evan then opened the pizza box on top of the mini-fridge and put two slices of pizza on a paper plate. Evan was a bit over 6' 2" tall with long legs, so he was able to give me plenty of room to position myself on the floor between his legs for a marathon suck session. Once settled, I grabbed Evan's chubbed-up cock and inserted it in my open mouth. As I looked up at Evan in that moment, his eyes were glued to the game and he took his first bite of pizza. Evan enjoyed the pizza and beer and asked me to hand him another beer when needed. I could open the mini-fridge and grab a beer without taking my mouth off Evan's cock, to keep the momentum going. The entire time I sucked his cock, Evan never looked at me. He was intently watching the game and shifted his focus to the pizza box when he needed another slice. After about 45 minutes of me continually sucking his cock, Evan told me to stop sucking and to just hold his cock in my mouth. As I wondered what was going on, I suddenly felt one big spurt of piss hit the back of my throat and I coughed in surprise. My eyes bugged out as Evan said "Here it comes" and the initial spurt was replaced with a vigorous and steady stream of piss that was hitting the back of my throat. Talk about emotional overload! I never had anyone piss down my throat. Evan and I also never talked about him pissing down my throat. The taste was gross and yet if I did not drink his piss, it would get all over me and the carpet. Evan knew I had no other choice but to drink his piss and as I looked at him with desperation in my eyes, he made brief eye contact for an instant, maybe to see if I was going to pull off his cock. When I looked at him he had a fucking smirk on his face. Evan's focus immediately returned to the game like there was nothing out of the ordinary. After about 20-25 seconds, I felt a few final spurts of Evan's piss hit my tongue and he was done. I slowly started to suck his cock again. Evan spent almost seven hours (about 6pm - 1am the next morning) in my mini-man cave drinking beer, eating pizza, and feeding me his piss and cum. He streamed two college football games, while he drank five beers and two bottles of water toward the end. He also ate the entire extra-large pizza. Evan pissed down my throat six times, me drinking every drop. With me sucking him and drinking his piss for seven hours, I also pissed six times while I was sucking Evan. The first time I had to pee, I took my mouth off his cock to let him know. As I started to get up to the bathroom, he said "wait!" He reached over and grabbed a red party cum and handed it to me to pee in. The smirk on his face made me realize I did not have a choice. Once I was done peeing, I set the party cup on the floor out of the way, and Evan said, "Don't want any risk it will get spilled and making a mess. Drink up!" I looked at him and his smirk in disbelief, and slowly lifted the cup to my lips and drank it down. Evan made me show him the empty cup and then waved his cock at me to put it back in my mouth, while his focus went back to the game. When we finished up, I confirmed with Evan that he was ok to drive home with the amount of beer he drank, and out the door he went, without a care in the world. I, meanwhile, closed the front door and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could!

I have sucked off front desk guys in the back room you can walk into from the reception area. I have also sucked off hotel managers; one on his office, one in my room, and one in an uncleaned vacant room where the bed was unmade from the previous guests, their used towels were all over the bathroom floor, and garbage cans were full of trash.

I suck cock the way the top/feeder wants it done because it is all about him.

I have a few pee fantasies, most inspired by gay porn I have watched: 1. Have plastic party cups sitting upright in urinals in a public men's room. If the guy is so inclined, rather than peeing into the urinal, he can fill up the cup and after he walks away, I come out of a nearby stall to get the cup and drink down his pee. 2. A waterless urinal that has a hose/pipe connection coming out of the bottom of the urinal that can be secured directly to my open mouth while I lie on the floor underneath the urinal. The pipe keeps my mouth continuously open and the guy spreads his legs and straddles me. There is no place for his pee to go except through the urinal and into my mouth. Having this hooked up in my garage so guys can discreetly walk in from the side garage door to do their business in private would be fucking hot. In a public men's room it would be hot to have the urinal with the hose/pipe coming out the bottom in a private stall, whereby once the guy walks into the stall, he can close and lock the stall door if he wants to have some privacy, and then straddle me lying on the floor. I think some guys would feed me their pee in a public setting like nasty gay bars or bathhouses. I also think some guys would feed me their pee leaving the stall door unlocked and open so others guys could take a look. The private stall also allows those shy guys with a nasty streak to pee into my mouth when they might not be willing to do it with an audience. 3. A trough urinal with a sloped basin that is long enough to have 3-4 guys lined up side-by-side, with one drain pipe in the center attached directly to my mouth, as I lie on the floor. 4. A modified portable outdoor event urinal unit in the shape of a square, whereby there is a urinal for guys to stand and pee in all four corners simultanously. Modify the unit internally so there is sufficient room for me to lie down and breathe comfortably unseen within the center of the unit (haven't figured that part out yet.) Have hoses that connect directly from each of the four urinals to one hose or pipe secured to my mouth. 5. Have my head secured inside a box that rests on the floor so my body is face up and I am lying flat on the floor. The box has a wooden frame and a plexiglass top so I can see the guy peeing. A plastic see-through hose is inserted through the plexiglass top, which is connected to my mouth. The other end of the hose is secured to a large drum funnel which could be 11" - 18" wide by 7" - 13" high to give plenty of space for a guy's strong stream and large volume of pee. In theory, more than one guy could pee in the funnel simultaneously without worry. I would construct it so a guy can stand back on the wooden frame of the box, or on a separate platform, and have his steam of pee project through the air and into the funnel, rather than needing to have his cock right up to the opening of the funnel at all times. The guy can move closer to the funnel opening as his stream diminishes to make sure he always hits his target. I think I could experience three of these options pretty easily but am holding out hope that I can eventually experience all five!

As a bottom, I do not feel any need to get off and my exclusive focus is always on keeping the top satisfied and how to best get him off. I prefer tops who do not give a rat’s ass about me getting off because the focus is all about them. On rare occasion, I have gotten off when the top cums, because the scenario is so hot, it puts me over the edge unexpectedly. I have also had tops literally fuck the cum out of me without me touching myself, which is also unplanned and unexpected. Otherwise, getting myself off only happens after I have taken care of the top. When I can say with confidence “my job here is done,” and the top is fully drained and has moved on, then I can get myself off alone, in the privacy of whatever space I occupy in the moment: That could be in my home, my used room at the bathhouse or in a glory hole booth that still smells of sex and the top having used me to get off.

I have had sex with adult bookstore and gay bathhouse clerks over the years. The most outrageous experiences happened many times for almost four years, when I was 20 to 24 years old. There was an adult bookstore down the hill and easily within walking distance from the Catholic college I attended. I took time off before college, so I did not enroll at this college until I was 20. That fateful night, I was one only customer in the bookstore in the middle of the night when the African American clerk in his mid-30s, as part of his overall cleaning process, cleaned and mopped the floor of the video booths next to the one I was using. I had seen the clerk on previous visits, and he was well-built and came across as having street-smarts and a cocky attitude. That night, when he was done cleaning the video booths next to mine, he opened the door to my booth, even though I was watching porn and the light over the door was lit, indicating someone was using the booth. When he opened the door, I was naked except for my athletic socks and running shoes. I was stroking my cock with my right hand and fingering my asshole a finger from my left hand. I jumped when he opened the door and quickly removed my finger from my ass. He clearly saw what I was doing, and I expected him to apologize and close the door. Instead, he said, “Don’t mind me,” and shoved his large middle finger up my ass! I could not believe he was flipping me off with his middle finger up inside my fucking asshole! To add to the moment, my video booth door was fully open because the clerk had pushed the rolling mop bucket against my door and the weight of it kept my booth door open wide. As I stood there in utter shock and humiliation, he unzipped the fly to his shorts and pulled out a big, long cock. In a condescending tone, he told me to turn around, get on my knees, and suck his cock hard. I did as I was told and then he ordered me to stand up, turn around, and show him my “scrawny ass.” Again, I did as I was told, and he ordered me to grab his cock and stick it in my fuck hole. As soon as the big helmet head popped inside of me, he firmly grabbed my hips and started fucking me like crazy, not giving me any time to adjust the size of his cock. I screamed loudly, but no one else was in the building and he did not seem to care. He fucked me like I was a rag doll and finally he yelled loudly, “TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, BITCH!” Once he calmed down and started breathing normally, he put his cock away and zipped up the fly of his shorts. He swiveled me around and told me to clean fucking booth and to mop the booth floor good.” He then said, “And here is some collateral to make sure you good a good job,” as he grabbed my sweatshirt and my shorts holding my wallet that were sitting on the stool in my booth! As he walked the hall to the front of the store with my clothes, he yelled, “Return the mop to the supply closet when done and come up to the front counter.” “FUCK!” I think to myself, feeling totally overwhelmed. I am bare-ass naked with nothing on but my calf-length athletic socks and running shoes! I quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies and cleaned the booth, even though I don’t know what I’m doing. I then grabbed the mop, and mopped the booth floor, making sure I hit every spot so he would not ask for a do-over. I literally ran full-force, rolling the mop bucket to the supply room and closed the door. I then sprinted to the front of the store and the counter where the clerk is waiting for me before any new customers arrived. Before I proceed further with that happened that night, I need to explain something about the counter where the clerks sit and deal with customers. It is to near the front of the store, off to the side directly against a wall. When you approached the counter, it is raised up off the floor whereby the clerk’s waist was shoulder level to the customer who stood below. When the staff interacted with customers, it meant they needed to lean over slightly to grab money or merchandise that the customer lifted to them, with the item being slightly above the customer’s head level when the clerk took it, depending on the customer’s height. I found out that night that the reason the clerk’s counter was so much higher than the customer was because there was an ADA ramp against the wall, with a 30” rise off the main floor to the floor for the counter area. As I ran to the counter and the clerk looked down on me from above with an arrogant smirk on his face, I pleaded for him to give me my clothes back. He told me my clothes were behind the counter and to come on up and get them. That’s when he pointed to the ADA ramp against the wall. I ran up the ADA ramp and when I got to the top, I noticed there was a lot of equipment and merchandise stored the on the shelves underneath the counter. The clerk sat on a stool with a back on it in the space where the clerks directly interacted with customers. He can tell I was looking around for my shorts and my sweatshirt and finally said, “I’m sitting on them.” I responded by asking, “May I please have my clothes back?” to which he said, “It looks like they are teaching you good manners at that private Catholic school.” My eyes bugged out due to him knowing more information than I felt comfortable. I also wondered how he knew, and as if reading my mind, he said, “Your sweatshirt and socks,” to which I looked down at my athletic socks and saw they had the college logo and name on each side. I knew my sweatshirt had the same logo and the college name on it. FUCK, that was not my smartest move! As I stood there totally dazed, the clerk said, “This is what you are gonna do…. You have not cleaned my cock after sticking it up your scrawny ass,” so get down here and clean it off and you will get your clothes back. He made me unzip his fly and pull out his big ole cock and I started to get on my knees, when he stopped me. “This is how it’s gonna be,” as he moved the stool he was sitting on about three feet. “You get on your hands and knees over here, and he pointed to the area direct under the counter where he interacted with customers. I crouched down under the counter. He then moved the stool back in place and sat on it, whereby his cock was level with my mouth. He then barked out, “Now clean my fucking cock, bitch!” I opened my mouth and started cleaning his cock. After about five minutes, I heard the doorbell ring, which meant someone had entered the bookstore, since the clerk and I were alone up until then The clerk greeted the new customer as he approached the counter, and the customer handed him money he wanted converted into tokens. The clerk got the customer's tokens and handed them to him. They talked for a bit and then the customer headed back to the video booths. Based on the position of everything, including me stuffed underneath the counter, the clerk totally interacted with this customer while I had my lips wrapped around his fucking cock the entire time! A bit later, another customer came in and the clerk knew this guy, so they ended up chatting for like 15 fucking minutes before the customer got his tokens and went back to the video booth area. That night, I sucked and cleaned the clerk’s cock for almost two fucking hours while he took care of customers. At one point, when all the customers were in the video booth area, the clerk told me about his long-term plan: He told me he worked at the adult bookstore Thursdays – Sundays from 9pm – 7am. He notified me I would arrive at the bookstore every Thursday – Sunday at 10pm. I would strip down to my college athletic socks and running shoes and crawl into position underneath the counter and take care of his cock. I would be in position for 3-4 hours and then clean the video booths, wearing nothing but my shoes and college socks. He told me that once I was done cleaning the booths, I could go back to my dorm room. I am sure I looked crestfallen at all this news. All I wanted to fucking do was get off in my own video booth uninterrupted while watching gay porn, and now I had become the adult bookstore clerk’s bitch! I was about halfway done with my freshman year on this fateful night. Given we did this routine every week during the academic year unless I had school breaks or a really good reason otherwise, I estimated I was under that counter and took about 500 of his fucking loads! Some additional things to know: · In addition to sucking this clerk’s cock off, he also fucked me. When he fucked me, I was still stuffed underneath the counter, almost completely bent over so my head was down near my knees. When customers were around, the clerk gyrated his hips to push his cock and out of me in a way that customers would not see any movement behind the counter. · There were times when the clerk fucked me, and a customer asked for merchandise at the other end of the clerk counter. When this happened, the clerk swiftly pulled his cock out of my hole to get the merchandise, and when he returned to the customer end of the counter, he seamlessly speared his cock back inside my open hole without even touching his cock. · During the entire time under the counter, I was expected to be completely silent while customers were present, so no one would ever know what a fucked-up mess I had gotten myself into. · The clerk said I would only be wearing my calf-length college athletic socks and running shoes when I cleaned the booths. He also said that unlike tonight, there would usually be customers around while I clean the video booths, and it is important for those sexually deviant men know that a good Catholic boy was cleaning up all of their cum. He said not to worry, the customers were loyal to the bookstore and would not report me being bare-assed naked while cleaning. · To continue with the Catholic theme, the clerk also said there would always be times when I cleaned the video booths that I would find used condoms full of cum or wet cum on the walls, video monitors, or booth floors. He said part of my cleaning process would be to collect all wet cum since the Catholic Church said it is a sin to waste it. Every time I cleaned the booths; I collected the used condoms and there was a jar with a lid with the cleaning supplies to collect the loose wet cum from the booths. The sick fucker’s definition of not wasting that cum meant using it as lube on my fuck hole before he or anyone else fucked me. It also meant drinking the rest of the cum not used as organic lube. · I also found out through a customer calling him by name, that the clerk’s first name is “Adair.” When I confirmed that with him, the clerk gave a big arrogant laugh that was his first name and “Adair” and his name meant “Prosperous Spearman!” He was definitely true to his fucking name!