shinelover

This was awesome! You need to find a few more jobs for them to do for you

Mmm, fuck this is getting good . . .

That was an awesome account of your incredible encounter. I do hope you get to take more of this man's loads -and tell us all about them!

Fuck, so hot! Definitely keep us posted with more details of your adventure.

Fuck, man, this sounds hot! Where is this gay resort in Ontario? I'd love to pay a visit myself.

Awesome! This guy is off to a good start, I hope we will read more about him taking those charged-up loads

Damn this is good. I will definitely be looking out for the next chapter. Hopefully soon?

I do find it hilarious how some guys read the 'Bug Chasing / Gift Giving' section and then complain about the content. Seriously? Don't let it get to you, Scorpion. If I had to comment on this story in particular, we've just gotten Part 4 and he's barely been penetrated (unless I'm forgetting a part, which is entirely possible). I would assume that most guys reading really want to get to the 'chasing/gifting' part. That being said, this is your vision so let it play out however you see it. Guys will come back to it -we love your writing!

Awesome!

Very interesting start, I can't wait to see where this is going.

I don't know why, but as soon as ski masks were mentioned my dick got extra hard! Fuck, I can't wait to read where this is going.

Goddam -I almost shot my load hands-free when I read that line!! This story is so intense and somehow really appeals to me. Keep it coming!!

Fuck YES I want more!

Damn good, I definitely need to read more of this please

That is an awesome start. I'm hard and ready for more chapters

I certainly don't consider myself any 'prize' but I do often prefer to be with guys who are considered 'undesirable'. I love being just a hole for them to cum in, and I love that all I care about from them is their cock and cum. If anyone knows of a place in Toronto similar to what kumnmyhole described, drop me a message. I'd love to spend some hours (or days!) taking all loads.

Oooh, yeah, more, please, MORE!

Totally awesome! I've often dreamed of getting nailed by some rough bikers, and poz bikers makes that fantasy even hotter!!

Fuck me! I'll go on the road with those two any day!! I'll be anxiously waiting for more of this story -I do hope there is more to come

In general I really focus on the top when I'm getting fucked. I don't think about my dick at all, even though I do get hard a lot of the time. For me I prefer to service my top, take his fuck and load(s), and then deal with my own orgasm later on. That being said, if I was to get nailed in that very special way and the top hit all of the right spots, if I could cum hands-free from a fuck, I'd happily welcome that. In the mean time, I like to take care of it myself.

I will be waiting with bated breath . . . and a hard dick, for the next part. This is every pig bottom chaser's dream -if only I'd been born a jock!

Fuck that's hot! I'd love to get restrained and filled up with that many loads of anonymous cum.

PART SIX I awoke the next morning with no clue what time it was, but the sun was already blazing and from the sounds of street activity, it was late enough. Definitely late -I’m sure that I was missing work. HE was sitting up next to me playing with my phone. I was a little surprised to see him here, but grateful, nonetheless. HE ignored me for a moment, and that’s when I realized what he was doing -he was deleting all of the contacts in my phone. Alphabetically he worked his way down the list and stopped once he got to ‘W’ for ‘Work’. Then he handed me the phone. “Here. Call work and quit,” he told me, so matter-of-fact I was thrown. “Huh?” “That part of your life is gone now. Accept it. Time to move on. And you’re moving on with me.” Huh. As simple as that. There was no menace in his tone or anything remotely hostile. In fact it was the first time I felt as if we were just two guys having a conversation. I hesitated for a moment, but it really sunk in that I had gone down a road from which there was no return. I was in all likelihood incubating an HIV baby inside of me (several probably, given the insane volume of toxic jizz I’d had dumped in me recently) and would eventually progress to full-blown AIDS if my recent behavior was any indication. Once I accepted my fate, I called work and quit. They were not happy, and they really weren’t happy that I was giving no notice. Gone is gone, so who cares? I doubted I would be needing a reference from them any time soon. “What now?” I asked HIM. “Now we work together,” he told me, slipping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me close to him. Is this really happening? Does HE want to cuddle? There was such a juxtaposition between the man who was raping my ass last night after basically breaking into my apartment and the man I woke up next to. “Work together how? I’m going to lose my apartment-” And cue the inevitable panic attack . . . “Relax,” he said soothingly, pulling me closer and kissing the side of my head. Seriously? Did he just do that? Maybe I died during last night’s sex and this is what my heaven looks like. Huh. “First of all, I like your apartment and you’re not going to lose it. As a matter of fact, you’re getting a new roommate,” he said brightly. “Say what?” I couldn’t help it. “Who? Not one of those burn-outs that have been using my ass at your place. No offense if they’re your friends, but-” “Not them. And they aren’t my friends, either. Casual acquaintances? Some of them.” “Then who?” “Me,” he replied simply. I looked over and frowned at him. Is this really happening? “You?” “You’ve seen that dump I live in. Your place is much nicer and I assume you would prefer to live here instead of move in there.” I pushed away from him so I could turn and face him. “How? How is that going to work. I just quit my job, and you . . . well, lets be real for a second -you mugged me so that you could make rent. Where is the rent for this place coming from?” “I told you, we’ll work together.” I still wasn’t buying it, and I guess he could tell. “Do you know how much you made me when I sold your ass? I paid the rent and then some. And that was just with those, as you called them, ‘burn-outs’. That ass is worth millions.” My heart sunk into my stomach. He wasn’t moving in with me because he liked me. He was becoming my pimp! Again it was like he was reading my mind, and he reached over, grabbed my hands and pulled me to him. “Relax. I think I love you, too,” he said really quickly before he could chicken out I guess. “I don’t know why, but you really put yourself in my hands and trusted me since we started this thing,” he told me, more pensive than I would have expected of him. “And I’m going to take care of you. That doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t take advantage of your slutty nature. I know that you loved having that hole of yours used over and over again, so why not get paid to do it? Do what you love every day?” I inhaled deeply, holding my breath and mulling over what he was proposing. What true pig wouldn’t want to spend his days with cocks and loads up his ass rather than sitting under fluorescent lighting in some boring stuffy office? I felt my entire body relax into him at that revelation. I knew I could do this. And what’s more, I knew that I could enjoy it. Hell, I’d love it! So he says he loves me -who knows if that’s true? But to have a man say that and still be willing to let your whore around? Suddenly I was getting excited. I think HE felt the change in my body because he laughed a little. “See? You know I’m right. I’ll work the business end of things, setting up all of your ‘dates’ and you just do what you do.” I turned my head and said, “Okay.” He leaned in fast and planted his lips onto mine. Not hard like last night, but an actual kiss. That’s really all it took and we were both in heat again. He needed to fuck, and I needed to feel him in me.

Fuck, yeah. You know how to get us going . . . and then leave us hanging! Awesome story, can't wait for the next installment.