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CHAPTER 3 The 45-minute trip was a life time to me. The car was on my uncle's lot and locked tight. I had registered at the Y’s front desk, and been given a key to my room. I had carried my meager items into my room and looked around. Real dull and boring . . . but, I was eighteen-years-old, away from my family, and unsupervised for the first time ever. I had things to do. I took a quick stroll down to each end of the hallway of my floor. I found a door marked "SHOWERS" and went in. I found indeed a common shower room just like the one at my high school in the boys’ locker room. There were also lavatories and toilets. I decided to try out a toilet and went in the stall. As I sat there with excitement, I heard the hall door open and close. I waited. Soon, I heard a shower head sputter to life. I slowly got up, pulled up my shorts and secured them, quietly opened the stall door, and stepped out. I walked quietly to the corner of the row of stalls and peeked around the end of the wall. I saw a young guy lathering himself up. Quickly he rinsed himself. He then began adjusting the water nozzles until just a small stream of water was dribbling out. He next reached up to the shower head and flipped something. (I learned later it was a diverter.) Water began coming out of a small hose that was attached some way to the shower head. He took the hose, leaned himself against the wall, and began slowly to insert the hose into his ass. I watched in amazement and wonderment. Hell, I was shocked. He left the hose inside him but slowly he began shifting about on his feet. Water was filling him no doubt much like an enema bag. I waited to see what he would do. With great urgency, he quickly yanked the hose from his ass, pushed off the wall, turned and headed quickly toward me. I had no time to react and was caught spying on him. He smiled broadly as he sped past me to the nearest toilet stall. He closed himself in, and I heard a great splash of water followed by several smaller gushes of water. I was dumbstruck. My fellow resident soon came out of his stall naked and smiling. He looked to be in his early 20's, about five feet ten inches or so, weighed maybe 150 or 160, had blond hair, blue eyes also, almost no body hair, fair skin, a big smile on his face, and the owner of a cock about seven flaccid inches that swayed from side to side with each step he took. "Hi. I'm Ian. I'm betting this is your first time here if I'm reading your face reaction right." "Yes . . . first time. I'm Bill." I said. "Nice meeting you, Ian. Sorry I was spying on you," I said sheepishly. Ian stood there and looked at me. "I'm now going to bet you don't know what I'm doing. I bet you're here because you heard a rumor about the Y and came to check it out." He stood there smiling up to me with no shame at all at being naked in front of me. "Well, no, I don't know what you're doing. Yes, a rumor I wanted to check out," I said after coming out of my coma. Ian smiled big again. "I'm cleaning out. I want to be ready for tonight. Obviously, I'm a bottom and can't have problems back there. Tops don't like that at all. You a top?" Ian looked at me closely. I stood there not knowing what to say. What does an 18-year-old say to a naked man at the Y standing in the men’s rest room? "I don't know what you mean by top or bottom for that matter," I finally said quietly. Ian frowned, then, quickly beamed and said, "You really are a first timer then. Come on over to the shower and let me work some more." We walked over. As Ian stuck the hose tip into his ass once more, he said, "Bill, a top is a man like a husband. A bottom is a man like a wife. One fucks and one gets fucked. I'm a bottom which means I get fucked." He smiled widely again. "I'm getting my colon all cleaned out for obvious reasons. When a man sticks his cock in my ass to fuck me, neither he nor I want his cock coming out all covered in shit. So, I clean out." That made sense to me now. But I did have a worry now about learning men actually fuck men. Ian held on for a few seconds more before once more dashing off to a toilet. I stayed where I was inspecting the hose as a slow stream of warm water flowed out splashing on the floor. The tubing had been attached to the showerhead by a diverter valve on it allowing the water to go through the showerhead or through the hose for cleaning a bowel. Ian stepped up next to me. "Listen, I don't mean to be so nosy but I always am. I'm not putting a rush on you either. But the wolves will be after you for sure. If you want to ask anything of me, feel free. You won't embarrass me and will make me feel good that I helped you out. No charge. Just free unsolicited advice if you want." I thought a moment and watched Ian once more begin his ritual. "Ian, I do appreciate your information. I feel a bit confused and at a loss of what to do. You seem to know all about being here. I have no clue. I heard a rumor that men could be picked up in the steam room to get a blow job. Is that true?" "It sure is true. But, this floor on the weekend is almost exclusively guys who want to hook up. The front desk knows about what goes on and sometimes come up during a break to join in. No doubt they put you on this floor ‘cause you would definitely liven things up when the other residents see you. This place will be hopping all weekend. So, you can have as much fun as you want or as little as you want. It's all up to you. I can give you information but what you do with it is up to you," Ian said and smiled. I thought more as I watched Ian begin a slower twitching around. I noticed that my shoes were a little wet from standing in the shower with the water splashing around. My thoughts turned to what Ian had said earlier. Was I a top or a bottom? I thought about it. Seeing Ian naked was now affecting me. I now noticed that my shorts had a slight bulge in them from where my cock was pressing against the inside. "Well, Ian, seeing you all naked has had an effect on me. You're hot looking for sure. So, maybe I'm a top. At the same time, I'm also thinking about what you told me about cleaning out so a man could fuck. That sounds at least interesting, too," I said quietly. Ian turned around and looked at me. He laughed. "Don't take my laughing to be at you. You're just so naive and new. You do need someone to help you. Nothing more than get you through to finding yourself is all though. So, for now, we'll just treat you as both top and bottom or versatile until you decide what you enjoy most. There's no hurry to decide." Once more Ian dashed off calling back to me, "Bill, go back to your room and strip. Bring your key with you when you come back naked. We'll get you started." I stood there for a few more seconds then left. I returned as Ian had directed. Ian was heading once more to a stall and motioned me to follow. "Hold on." he said as he entered the stall. I heard the discharge once more and a couple more smaller amounts. Soon, the stall door opened and Ian was standing there with his cock standing straight out at me. He winked and held out his hand. I reached for his hand, and he gently pulled me in the stall with him. Ian knelt down and took my now rising cock in his mouth. I felt his tongue gently running up and down the full length. He also would stop and move his tongue in a motion attempting to go around it. I was heating up and having a shortness of breath. Ian didn't stop but continued until I thought I was going to explode . . . but I didn't. Just as I reached the point where I was going to cum, Ian stopped totally and came to a dead halt. I was about to scream. Quickly Ian pulled his mouth off my cock, adjusted his and my stances so that his legs straddled the toilet and I had my back to the stall door. Ian reached behind himself turned his head to me and said, "Step up to my ass and shove that cock of yours in me." I hesitated only a few seconds but did what I was told. There was some resistance but in his ass my cock went eventually all the way to my balls. "OH, FUCK! DAMN! THAT IS FUCKING HOT, MAN!" I was confused and yet my cock felt great. Without any coaching or encouragement, I put my hands on Ian's hips now firmly grasping him. I made slight adjustments to my stance and knew without coaxing what to do. I pulled my cock slowly out of Ian's ass now until just the head remained. I held still. Then, slowly, I pushed my cock deeper into Ian's ass. The sensation was almost unbearable. The nerve endings on my cock were in hyper drive of excitement. As I bottomed out, I realized I had broken out in a sweat. I steadied myself and once more began my withdrawal. Once more when I was still connected by only the head of my cock, I knew that I was no longer going to move in slow motion. Ian turned his head to me and said, "Yeah, Bill. Fuck me now good." My face looked on Ian's face. He smiled as did I. I drove my cock as deep as it would go slamming into his cheeks causing him to lose balance momentarily. I hastily withdrew and began a pounding of his ass with a determination. Ian moaned heavily with each thrust of my cut eight-inch cock that was now as hard as I had ever remembered it being. I felt the warmness and smoothness of his insides sliding up and down on my cock giving me such great feeling. I slammed into him harder and harder with each succeeding stroke. I had never fucked a man before but I knew now what I needed to do. I was determined not to disappoint. I felt my lungs heating up as my tempo increased. Sweat began to show more and more on me. I grasped Ian's hips harder still as we both made mini movements adjusting our positions one to another. More and more I drove my now fully hardened and stretched tight cock into Ian's ass. I began panting louder until I could no longer stand the feelings any more. I gripped Ian's hips like two vises slamming those hips full length on my eight-inch cock as I pile-drove my cock as deeply as I could into his ass where the first salvo of my DNA goo splattered onto his intestines after racing out of my balls and through the long piss tunnel. I shook and trembled heavily gasping in great gulps of air. More and more I felt my familiar white glue-like baby-making fluids fill Ian's ass. I could feel him squeezing his sphincter around my cock milking me for all I had. Ian began straightening upright but not so that my cock slipped from his ass. I wrapped my arms around him to steady us both. We both felt my cock slipping slowly from his body. Ian resumed his upward lifting as I wrapped my arms closer around him. My cock made a final quick exit allowing us to fully be upright as I held him close to me. We stayed that way for several minutes. "Well, we now know for sure you can fuck," Ian said quietly. "I guess I need to find out about getting fucked, too," I said equally as quiet. "I'll need your help on that as well if you're willing." "We better get started on prepping you then just in case. Can't have you making a mess your first time," Ian said. "You watched me using my shower shot. Just a word of instruction and caution: Take in as much water as you can just do not overfill yourself. It will take a few times to figure out; it's all in the pressure. Then, get to a toilet and discharge completely. Repeat the process as often as is needed to do the job. Just remember that each succeeding time you shove the hose up your ass there is a larger area that will need water to fill it up. Don't be surprised that by the end of your cleaning it will take a long time to fill your intestine. You're looking for clear water--total clarity. I'll stay with you for a bit just to help. And, don't worry about the hose and diverter--I leave it up all weekend. I take my tip with me though. I don't have an extra with me but you're welcome to use mine if you're okay with that." I told him I was, and he told me where to get my own. We departed the stall and walked to the showers. I mentally thought through what I had seen Ian do. To say that I made a good insertion the first time would be very less than truthful. But I did finally accomplish pushing the tip up inside me. The sensation of the tip sliding in my ass felt very strange . . . and very good. Ian stood close by. I felt a slow warm feeling filling me until I felt completely bloated and a great urgency to expel. I checked myself and decided enough. Off I went to a stall making it just in the knick of time. Ian stayed in the showers. As I returned to the showers, I noticed that Ian had returned the hose to inside his ass. He felt my presence, turned and smiled saying, "Just topping off." He pulled the hose out of his ass and handed it to me. He walked away, and I watched him go. As he rounded the corner to the toilets, I turned to face the wall inserting the hose like a pro this time and waited. Ian and I traded places several times until he finally was satisfied with his cleaning. I continued. Many minutes and numerous trips more I continued with Ian patiently waiting. At long last, Ian went with me to the toilet. Once I had discharged my water, Ian told me not to flush. I obeyed and stepped out of the stall. "You're as clear as a mountain spring now. You've got some residual in you that you'll want out but you're as clean now as you'll get. You catch on fast." Ian said. "By the time tonight is over, you'll know if you're a top, bottom, or versatile." He grinned big. "I'm hoping you choose top or at least versatile." I grinned equally as big. "Time will tell."

CHAPTER 2 School went on as usual with the passing of months. In fact, it went on for over a year without my being able to prove or disprove what I had learned about the local Y. Memorial Day weekend was coming up, and my family was preparing for celebration by having all my aunts, uncles, cousins, and especially grandparents over for the weekend. There were tents and campers everywhere as well as the usual cots and pallets made up for sleeping. It all came off like all the previous Memorial Day weekends including our Sunday night of sitting around a bonfire with everyone staring into the flames. Per chance, I was sitting near two of my uncles who were comparing notes of how their companies were doing. I half listened until all of a sudden something wasn't sounding right. The topic no longer was their work. They were quietly talking about their memberships at the local YMCA. They spoke about having had a rough week of stress and had thoroughly enjoyed the workout that they had gotten playing basketball at the Y, swimming laps, and running the track. They hit the topics of who were good players on the pickup games, who had fouled whom, who had been out of bounds, and so on. Finally, I asked them about the Y membership. They told me that it was a full gym with a running track, weights, parallel bars, swimming pool, three basketball courts, three handball courts, showers, and steam room. They said that I could benefit from a membership by using the pool for practice instead of the ponds. I knew that such a membership was out of the question. I'd have to get downtown, swim, and then get back somehow and that didn’t even broach the cost of such a membership. My work on the farm would not get done, and it had to be done. The three of us continued to talk about it with me reluctantly telling them the problems that would come of a membership. The two of them knew best for me and called my dad over for a talk. They broached the topic with my dad. I slightly protested and said that it wouldn't work as I couldn't do my homework and my work on the farm as well as have someone take the time to drive me to and from and swim for practice. My dad listened to it all and said that it sounded like a good idea to get to swim in a pool instead of the ponds for practice. My uncle Bill said that it was settled. He and his brother used their memberships during the day through the week and on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I didn't need a membership as I could use their cards to get in. It seemed that there was an honor system. Each member had a card that looked like a time card. The card was picked up out of a rack, handed to the clerk who dispensed towels and locks, and the card was returned to the rack when the towels and locks were returned on departure. Clerks never checked id's to be sure that the card handed to him was in fact the member. Super! My dad said that as long as I got my homework done as well as my work on the farm, he had no problem with my using their memberships for swimming and arrangements could be worked out to get me there and back. I immediately thought about it myself and thought to be sure I'd go on Friday or Saturday night. Also, with summer coming, there would be a lot more to do on the farm. There were three more days of school so homework wasn't going to be an issue. I resolved that whatever work I had for the farm I would get it done period to free me up for my first Y visit. I looked at the calendar. And, my birthday was only a week away. I didn’t know how but I was going to give myself a super eighteenth birthday present. I was like a whirlwind each week doing my work by starting a little earlier than usual, taking shorter breaks and meals, and working a little longer each day. I really appreciated what my parents and uncles were doing for me. I was determined to show my appreciation for their sacrifice. Still, I occasionally did remember what I had heard about the steam room but had no opportunity to find out. Anyway, I thought I was improving on my turns and come fall I found out that indeed I was. One early Friday afternoon, I was clearing out part of a woods. My dad came out finding me hauling another load of underbrush and told me that I had been a good kid, always volunteering to do work on the farm, kept up my grades, and always made them proud of me. He and my mom decided to give me a birthday weekend. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He took out a wad of bills handing all of it to me. "There's four hundred dollars there for you to use. It should be more than enough. You take the Chevy. Do your swimming practice at the Y. I’ve called your uncles to let them know you’re going to use their membership. Then, eat downtown and take in a movie. Your Uncle Bill said to park in his lot. Tell the attendant who you are and there won't be a charge. Just be sure to lock up the car. Bill also said that the Y has rooms for sleeping. Get one for the entire weekend. You're a good hard-working son and your mom and I think you deserve a reward. Just be careful on your own." I was stunned. My mind reeled at the unexpected birthday present and opportunity that I was facing. It was more than perfect. I thanked my dad, shoved the money in my jeans thinking of the additional money I had stashed that I knew I would take with me, stumbled out of the field, and began walking to the house. I walked in to face my mom beaming. She kissed me on my cheek and told me to have fun and be sure to take my toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant. My practical mother strikes again. She handed me the car keys as I headed to my room to pack. I tossed together what I thought I'd need including my toothbrush, toothpaste, and deodorant. I stood in the middle of my room going through in my mind everything that I had packed and decided I was ready. I had packed some special things to take with me. I walked out of my room with the money from my parents and my own stash carefully secured in my bag and wallet. I didn't know what my expenses would be except the room, food, and gas. I knew I would not be going to a movie. My mind raced through the possibility that what I had heard was a lie. I was going to find out if at all possible, though. I headed to the front door where my mom was and banished my evil thoughts. I kissed her on the cheek and out the door I went. I was ready for the adventure that lay ahead.

CHAPTER 1 From my earliest moment of sexual awakening, I knew something was happening to me. My body was maturing and my mind was taking on thoughts of sex as well as assembling, processing, and storing what I saw in my family, relatives, and even in the public be it in person or via television. I continued to process and refine. I finally knew without a doubt that I was a homosexual--gay. My seeing certain if not most men stimulated my psyche and libido. I became aroused realizing that my pulse had increased, my breathing came in shallow draws, a light sweat appeared on my body, my balls rolled around in their home, my cock pressure intensified on my underwear, and my eyes transfixed on my latest man of desire for the moment. At this same time, I had heard the catcalls and teasing given to perceived gay boys my age. I had heard the sneering remarks and ridicule given to my own kind. As tactfully as possible, I dissuaded most of the crowd with which I ran to turn to other matters at hand such as class assignments when at school, moving on to our intended destination (movie, swimming hole, ice cream, etc.), and athletic events when at competitions. I was a member of the cross country and swim team at my high school. Nothing of a super star--just an average runner and swimmer that allowed me to exercise and rid myself of some frustrating times. I was still growing but at a slower pace hitting the six-foot mark with muscles from running and swimming but also from the work that I did on my family's farm. I kept 160 pounds permanently marked on our bath room scales. I'm sure that part of that was from the black hair I sported all over my arms, legs, and chest. (It was not for nothing that several classmates called me "hairy ape" and "Neanderthal".) The full mat of black hair that covered my pubic region looked like The Black Forest with a darkened cut eight-inch slab of meat containing huge veins running along the top of it. It all went well with my blue eyes, dark skin--no one seems to know how that happened--short cropped hair, and the seemingly ever-present stubble of black hair on my face which hid my dimples mostly. I tell you all of this not out of pride necessarily, though I am proud, but to give you an idea of who I am. Of course, during the summer I wore very little as I worked around the family farm. This only enhanced my dark skin. The work also improved on my muscles and strength. One of the three ponds on our farm gave me the opportunity to swim to keep up my skill for competition but also was a problem in that they never contained clear water and didn't have the sides allowing me to push off to serve as my end of a lap. No complaints; just making an observation. So, once I hit high school, I found that there was a rumour mill that gave information to anyone who was plugged into it. Naturally, everything reported was always the truth--even when it wasn't and could be proved to be less than factually accurate. There was always some new topic that would pop up and make the rounds though. One had to decide for one's self if such was true as there just wasn't any real proof one way or another. Which led to a topic that got started about mid-year. The grapevine got all noisy late January. No one knows or admits to starting the information around the school. The topic was the local YMCA which was located downtown of course. No one could explain--nor did anyone ask--how the information was obtained but the word spread that the Y had a steam room where queers would hook up and suck cock. Now, that both excited me and made me skeptical as usual of the accuracy of the information. I just could not fathom that as a reality. The rumour kept up for about a month with it slowly fading out in importance to other more pressing high school factual rumours. However, I filed the information away for possible future reference and investigation if the opportunity arose. So, here I was a relatively new admitted gay male who had finally found out a meeting place for other males like myself. I had no clue when I could act on such information but knew that the first opportunity that availed itself for such I would investigate.

CHAPTER 6 We lay there many minutes in a heap and recouped together. He placed his hands finally on the floor on either side of me pushing himself up off and finally slowly pulled his dick out of my ass. He stood up. I continued for a few more seconds to lay there but finally rose also standing before the three of them. I felt very wet from sweat and at least some of the cum and fuck juices that had spilled out of my ass. Phil came first and hugged me kissing me lightly. Damon followed suit only lingered a bit with his kiss. Todd was the last and hesitated as he initially took me in his arms. We looked straight at each other and smiled. He hugged me hard and gave me a very deep kiss slapping my ass as he finished it. I stood looking at them. “Gentlemen, it has been a very deep honor for me to have served you. I hope we can do it again sometime. And, several times. Perhaps, we could make it a bit more comfortable though. I’ll not forget this place, but maybe at my apartment would make it more inviting if any of you are a mind to,” I offered. They looked at each other and smiled. Phil said, “That might just be a possibility. And, maybe videotape it, too.” Damon said, “You wouldn’t mind that would you?” I shook my head no slowly but with great conviction. “I have no problem with that at all as long as I get a copy of the tape.” Phil went over to his shorts and pulled out a pad and pen. He began to write on it. He handed it to Damon who wrote and passed it on to Todd who wrote. Todd handed it to me. I found their names and phone numbers. I carefully removed the page and stuffed it in my wallet. I then wrote my name, address, and phone number three times tearing out two of the sheets. I handed them to Damon and Todd and the pad and ink pen back to Phil. “I’ll be more than willing to welcome each of you individually, in pairs, or all three at any time. Just give me a call so I can be sure to be ready. And, if anyone else you know might be interested in a slut white whore bitch kunt to fuck, bring them along or pass my name and number to them.” We dressed slowly. Damon reminded the other two and me for the first time that this room was “safe” in some ways but that we needed to be careful. He and Phil would leave together taking the elevator to upper floors. Todd would take another staircase to the first floor, and I was to return the way I had come in. Damon and Phil left as Todd and I waited a few minutes to hear that they had gotten onto the elevator. We heard the elevator door close and before we stepped out into the hall, Todd turned to me wrapping his arms around me and driving his tongue deeply into my mouth where I accepted but was surprised at his action. As he withdrew his tongue from me, he looked at me and said, “I don’t know what your plans are for tonight but cancel them. You an I have some unfinished business. I’m gettin’ some more of that kunt of yours, an I mean to have it one way or ‘nother.” I considered his demeanor and words looking at him in a somewhat surprised manner squinting my eyes slightly. I began reeling in what he had said when it suddenly dawned on me. “I’ve got other things planned for tonight. We’ll have to make it another night, Todd,” I returned. I stepped out of his arms waiting and looking at him. “Cancel your plans. I’m goin’ to fuck my new white kunt some more, an I’m doin’ it tonight, bitch,” he said raising his voice. Without warning, his right hand crossed his body and was brought upwards striking me on my right cheek. I spun away from him but stayed on my feet. It had not been a hard hit. “In fact, I’m stayin’ the night to fuck you. An if you’re good enough, I might even turn you over to some of my other buddies who know how to fuck a kunt like you.” We understood each other completely . . . and our roles. We both knew Todd would spend the night at my apartment fucking me. We knew he was going to show me a different side to him and possibly one that Phil and Damon did not know. We knew that Todd was going to be in my life for as long as he wanted and that I had no say. Last, we knew that Todd would be true to his word about turning me over to some of his other buddies whom he would get to watch fucking me so that once more he would fill my ass with his black gargantuan cock and fuck me so that he could flood my insides with his white gooey baby making mixture making claim to my ass as being his to do with what he wanted. No matter who or how many other men fucked me Todd would always be there to once more claim my ass as his by planting his Man seed in me on top to replace all other cum that had been deposited. I was a claimed prize now to be used and to be shared. All this we both knew from that backhand. All was right with the world.

CHAPTER 5 He moved his hands away from my hips and up alongside me under my armpits as he pushed his dick as far into me as possible. His pubic hair pushed my ass forward as the hands on either side of me raised me upwards so that I was flattened other than the pipe against the wall. It was an awkward position but I kept feeling Phil pumping more and more of his delectable cum load into my body. We were coupled together pressed against the wall until he no longer had any further deposit to make. Phil stayed where he was with me impaled on him as he regained his strength. We stayed joined each in joy for different reasons but through the same physical action. For every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. Slowly, Phil began his withdrawal as his dick deflated from inside me. He leaned forward licking on the nape of my neck sending shivers through me. His encouragement was appreciated but unnecessary. I was determined to leave this building with six loads of cum in my ass. Phil’s dick finally fell out of my ass with a loud squishing plop along with what must have been a large glob of cum the owner of which was most likely all three men. Some of the glob I felt hitting the back of my legs and some almost imperceptibly hit the floor with a quiet but decided liquid splash. I stepped back away from the wall being released by the two Black men who had helped me from falling. I carefully knelt down finding the glob of cum that had slipped out and hit the floor. I carefully scooped it up looking at it and then at my three fuckers. I smiled and said, “Waste not, want not.” Likewise, I retrieved the gob that had landed on my leg making the same deposit into my mouth. I stood slowly and wavered. “Who’s next,” I asked. “Time waits for no fucker. I need another load or two of cum in me. I’m not full just yet.” Damon walked over to where his jumpsuit was. He picked it up and moved to the middle of the room. He tossed it down and lay down on it on his back. His beautiful veined black dick beckoned me to him. I moved to him and stepped over straddling him. I lowered myself down to his waiting dick. Reaching back grasping his dick, I guided my ass to the tip placing it at my opening. I shuffled about on my feet so that I was properly positioned over Damon as he raised his knees behind me. I slid downward more so that the dick head punctured my hole. I continued sliding downward until I felt my ass coming to rest on top of his pubic hair. Without wasting a moment, Damon lowered his legs a little digging the heels of his shoes into the ankle area of his work jumpsuit. He began fucking upwards into my ass as I finished settling on the lower portion of my legs. It was uncomfortable for us both but it was how this man wanted to fuck me. I wandered about in my mind feeling each slice of his black dick sliding in and out of my ass. I relished every movement knowing what it would ultimately mean to us both. I thought back to his fucking me before. It was unrushed in relative terms. This was more of a rush now. He had seen Todd and then Phil fuck me. As we both enjoyed being the exhibitionist for the other two to watch and were enjoying our individual role that we were engaged, we continued in our new position. Shortly after having begun being fucked while astride this Black man, I felt a pressure at my mouth and opened my eyes to find Phil had offered up his dick. I opened my mouth and inhaled it tasting all the spit, fuck juices that had been created during three fuckings, and cum loads from three men. I had no need for supper this day. I fed more on this meaty dick that had been offered up. I cleaned it and worshiped it as my ass paid homage to this Black man who was now inserted in my ass again. I was in total submission to being fed through both of my orifices. I tasted this nectar in my mouth as surely as I tasted the same in my ass. Damon continued his upward fucking raising himself up off the floor for more advantage and leverage. I adjusted myself to accommodate him as I finished cleaning Phil’s dick, and he stepped away to watch with Todd. Damon began grunting more and more as he thrust harder and harder upwards into my ass to finish his now determined libido’s need. His balls racked around inside his sack jostling for position and urging to completion. They did not slap against my ass as they had done the first time he fucked me. Pity. I began gently milking his wonderful black dick that was invading my ass. “Fucking, kunt. You bitch. You cock sucking, cum crazed, white trash kunt fucking TAKE MY DAMN LOAD OF CUM UP YOUR ASS!” Damon yelled announcing once more that he had begun to unleash another torrent of cum into my ass. He fucked upwards more and more as I now settled down firmly onto his dick pushing his ass cheeks flat to the front of his work jump suit. I squeezed him solidly and milked his load into me feeling the intensity of the fuck had passed. As he lay there composing himself, Todd walked over grabbing his work jump suit spreading it out next to Damon. I watched but did not pull off Damon as he had not finished. I saw that Todd had also been affected watching Phil and then Damon. His dick once more was fully erect displaying those beautiful thick veins as his thick dick jutted straight out from his body. With no more indication from Damon’s dick, I could tell he was finished. I slowly rose up losing his dick but clamping down on it with my sphincter so as not to lose any cum. I slowly and carefully stood up and stepped to one side of him as Todd reached out to me. I followed his lead to his jump suit. Phil stepped over to my clothes taking my shorts and shirt handing them to me. Todd said, “Lay down, bitch, on your stomach. Use your clothes to give you some padding.” I rolled my clothes up and did as told. I knew what he had planned for me for his final fuck. I positioned myself on top of my clothes spreading my legs giving him access to my ass. Todd was as before already past the foreplay point for him. All the visual of watching two men fuck another man had been enough for him. He was ready to fuck again. I felt him line the head of his dick up with my ass hole and once more he made a straight in plunge full depth. He wrapped his shoes around my ankles pulling them inward as he lay down on top of me. He put his left hand on my shoulder and his right hand on my hip and began once more to fuck me as he had before. Once more he began his animalistic fucking of my ass. It was his, now, and he was going to nut in it. He pounded again and began his animalistic rutting as before. He continued on as I felt now the tell tale signs of sweat growing between us. I did not know if it was his, mine, or ours. I just knew that I was hot and was getting another hot fucking and would be rewarded with another load of cum. Sweat and its owner really mattered not but did give me a gauge of where we were on the road to completion. Though it was his second round of fucking, just like Phil and Damon, Todd had been treated to live porn. There is something more to be said about porn that is three dimensional as opposed to two dimensional. Seeing porn as it is being made even though not taped is still very stimulating. Todd continued his fucking and pounding as my hips and now my chest began to hurt from the weight on me being pressed into the concrete floor. I would not complain; that would be unforgivable. “You fuckin’, kunt, are goin’ to get it again,” Todd said. “You fuckin’ love big black dick in your ass, don’t ya? You know you do. You just a white trash whore that can’t get enough,” he continued. “You need to have a big ol’ dick in you, don’t you? You can’t live without it. You fuckin’ are nothin’ but a piece of shit that needs to be fucked until you all loose and can’t be fucked anymore. You gotta have a dick in your kunt to make you live. DON’T CHA, BITCH?” “Fuck, yeah,” I said. “I’m totally nothing without a big dick in my ass fucking me hard for a long time and then filling me to overflowing with a cum load that doesn’t stop. I can’t be fucked enough by any man or men. Fuck me, Todd; please, fuck my kunt with your big veined black dick and fill me up with your cum load. Give me your baby making juice from your balls. YEAH, THAT’S IT MAN; FUCK MY KUNT, YOU ASS FUCKIN’ CUM SHOOTIN’ BLACK MAN. GIVE ME YOUR FUCKIN’ BALL JUICES!” With that tirade from me, Todd drove his dick fully into my ass and began unleashing his second load of cum into me mixing it with all the other five loads that were in there. He ground his dick around and would spike it in occasionally giving me intense feeling from him as more and more of his ball juices drained into me. He collapsed on top of me.

CHAPTER 4 Damon released his hold on my shoulders as he once more held my hips as he slid his now deflated dick from my ass. As he stepped away, I began to rise up so that I could turn and kneel for Todd’s big black dick to go in my mouth for sucking. This was not to be. In mid-rise, I felt a firm hand pushing me back around. “No need. My dick is hard from watchin’, and you got an ass load of cum to lube it on the way in, bitch. You just need to hold on good,” I heard a new voice say. I grabbed the pipe once more firmly. No ceremony; no attempt at niceties; pure animal lust; brutal offensive onslaught; one-sided pleasure; this would be a different fuck just as the other two had been. It was going to be wonderfully vicious. The onslaught was swift just as I had been turned back to face the wall and grab the pipe. A dick head quickly was shoved into my ass followed immediately by the entire length of this new dick which I knew belonged to Todd. He had no civil manners which made this fuck so memorable and wonderful. Just as soon as Todd had rammed his veined thick black engorged dick into my ass and had reached the innermost point he could invade me, he began his withdrawal. He, too, held my hips but his grip was masterful, controlling, demanding that dared me to challenge him. I wouldn’t of course. Todd’s style of fucking was direct and primal. Though he pounded similarly as Phil, his strokes were not measured by the hard depth that drove Phil. Todd had one thing on his mind: fuck me just enough so that he could nut in my ass. That single animalistic procreative drive of his sent him into overdrive that got his juices going. Having watched Damon and I fuck had done its job as well. Todd rammed and jammed his dick in and out of my ass; he was on a mission for his pleasure. In a few minutes of fucking he was already pounding me hard and was going to be a quick deliverer. I hoped Phil was right about at least a couple of loads from each. “Fuckin’ white trash no count bitch’s kunt is on fire with my dick in it,” Todd said in a jarring voice as he pounded in and out of my ass. He continued his pitched fucking as well as his verbal, “You the kind can get fucked a lot an' want more. Nothing but no good hole for fuckin’ is all you are. You need a real man’s dick in your kunt. An', you gettin’ it today, bitch. You gettin’ it good.” With each word jarred from his mouth only adding to his pleasure just as surely as he had gotten from hearing Phil fuck me and then seeing Damon fuck me, Todd continued his journey down the road to completion directing himself on to finish by verbalizing what turned him on about the scene in this rest room where the door did not lock securely. “You fuckin’ white KUNT!” Todd said as he rammed his now fully swollen black dick which was leaking pre-cum in amounts almost as much as if he were pissing. He rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You cum lovin’ crazed BITCH!” he said as once more he rammed as far into my ass and as hard as he could. “You ain’t aLIVE without a real man’s DICK in your fuckin’ HOLE, you BITCH!” he spit from his mouth for me to hear and feel as he rammed his fully erect dick into my now loosening ass with each word yelled having him to shake me to the core as he time and time again rammed me fully inside as far and as hard as possible. “YOU FUCKIN’ TRASH KUNT FEEL MY DICK FILL YOUR WORTHLESS ASS!” Todd yelled as he one final time shoved his now grossly inflated dick into my ass fully and as hard as possible as he pulled back on my hips so as not to allow any possibility of escaping from his grip not that I entertained any such thought. No way would I pull of this man’s dick just as I was receiving my payment for providing him a means of nutting. I was a paid prostitute. There was no doubt of it. To engage in sex with any man, I was guilty of prostitution because the value that I received from every man was a load of his cum. It matters not to me how much I receive. It is the fact that I get a cum load in my ass. That for me is much more valuable than money. It is priceless, and I not only crave it but have to have it. I hung on to the pipe as Todd’s breathing began finally to return to normal. I continued to feel his dick to pay me my prostitute’s wage. This payment was just as much as the previous two had been. I was going to go home very rich indeed today. And, if Phil was right, I would be double paid by each of them. “Damn, man, just like I lik’em, Phil. You sure can pick’em for us. Glad we found you to do our huntin’ on campus,” Todd said as he slid his now spent and slowly softening veined thick dick from my ass. He laughed a little as he stepped back from my ass slapping it gently. “No hard feelin’s, dude.” “Only thing hard I take is dick,” I said back to him. “You can say whatever you want as long as your dick is hard, and you shove it in my ass like you three have done and leave me that gooey hot white cream to keep. Who’s next, now? I was told I could get a double payment from each of you. I’ve been counting on it.” Phil stepped forward with his dick jutting out and upward at me. “I told you watching porn affected me. And, watching you with Damon and Todd definitely affected me. You sure you’re up for it?” Phil said as he continued approaching me. I turned around and positioned myself once more grabbing the pipe on the wall. Phil stepped up behind me put his piss slit on my bull’s eye, took hold of my hips, and WHAM! Once more he was full force all the way inside me. He needed no foreplay this time. Damon and Todd had provided that for him. I could only imagine such a visual. I concentrated on how his fucking so very differed from Damon and Todd and how I so much enjoyed each of them in their own right. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil was almost insistent this time as if it was a desperate fuck he was in need of getting after years of having had no sex. I knew better though. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Each time he slammed his once more blood filled upward curved big dick into my ass I felt him drill the furthest point inside me. He was able to go the deepest that any man had fucked me in a very long time. It was erotic. My prostate I wondered if it would be blunted. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With that last slam into me with his dick, I felt my own dick instead of the constant leaking of pre-cum from it now rose up high filling with blood. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My ass was in ecstasy at this now fourth super fucking I was getting. I was beginning to be aroused fully. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! My prostate was screaming its feelings of joy at such a massage of energy. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! With no further need, my balls pulled up as tight as possible to my body. I shivered deeply tightening my hold on this man’s dick. I now put a death grip on his dick as a paroxysm of joy overloaded my own system causing the contents of my balls to come flooding out flowing through the tubes and into my dick which it raced through spewing from my piss slit and out onto the floor below me. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil recognized the symptom of what was happening. He, Damon, Todd, and now he again had worked me to a point that Phil was luckily the man in my ass when my overloaded system exploded releasing my own cum load without ever having touched my dick. Phil felt my own squeezing and pushing out all this pent up cum load of mine as his dick was milked and squeezed with as much might as I could muster. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Phil continued to fuck my ass intending to fuck out of me every drop that he could. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to slam full force into me as he had before driving from me the last vestiges of my ball’s contents. I gave a fleeting thought to the possibility of damage being done to my prostate. If there were, I didn't care. I had to have this man's dick fucking me just as he was doing with the ultimate knowledge that once more he would flood my gut with his load of cum. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! Just as my own cum shot subsided leaving me almost dazed and helpless, I felt on either side of me hands that had grabbed me holding me in place as my grasp began to slip from the pipe. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “FUCKIN’, YEAH! BITCHIN’ MAN! TAKIN’ A FUCKIN’ HARD DRIVE. FUCK YEAH! YOU ARE A FUCKIN’ BITCH’S KUNT!” I heard Phil yelling at me as he began to once more fill my ass with his second load of hot gooey white cream that was all mine. Again and again and again repeatedly his fully blood engorged dick swelled up and spit his baby making man juices into my ass. Most men say it is impossible to actually feel that gob of cum passing into an ass: I respectfully disagree. Not every time but most certainly this time I could feel it.

CHAPTER 3 “Good. Cause that’s the only way I really get off and guys like you are so few and far between. With no strings on you, I really hope we can become good fuck buddies. You think about that one though. For now, last chance; you sure you’re willing for Damon and Todd to join us? They got bigger dicks than me but deliver a hot big load and can go at least twice,” Phil said. “I’m good with it. Just as long as they don’t want to use a condom. I don’t let a condom in my ass. And, they have to shoot their load in my ass, too,” I clarified. “It’s all bare and delivery in your ass is a given. I didn’t have a lot of time to talk but gave it straight up to them. They know the score and are cool with it. Just one more thing though. Damon and Todd are both Black,” Phil said. “Any man, any dick, any cum, anytime, anywhere, no questions is my motto. Go get them. I’ll be ready,” I said. Phil rose up off me and slowly pulled his dick the last couple of inches out of my ass as it had by now been slowly retreating. I stood up and turned around. He grinned, reached over, and tapped on the door quietly a few times. I heard the door handle jiggling and finally turn. The door pushed open and in walked two Black men shutting the door behind them. The door lock doesn’t work. How clever. “He’s cool and is willing. And, he took my fucking and load; you probably heard. He’s primed for you,” Phil said. It turned out both were about the same height and weight. They had on service jumper uniforms from the university, so, they worked here. Todd had a shaved head and was clean shaven. He had a chest full of hair and a cut dick that was beautifully veined on top just the way I love to see dicks. (It’s a visual overload thing for me.) Damon had short hair and was also clean shaven. He had just a little sprouting of chest hair and a cut dick that wasn’t as veined as Todd’s but still beautiful. Both of their dicks I later found would inflate to a nice 8 to 9 inches and about 6 to 7 inches around. There was nothing gargantuan about them but definitely hot dicks in their own right. As they slipped out of their service jumpers, I watched intently. This was going to be a first for me, and I had to memorize it all. Damon walked up to me first. I knelt down and sucked in his dick the entire length. I slathered it with my spit tasting this wonderful dick that was going to fuck me and fill me with his cum load. I had to make sure he was ready. Damon put his hands on my head and began to fuck my skull. The “customer” is always right. Damon skull fucked me slowly making sure that my mouth stimulated his big dick as it was moistened as well. He knew Phil and obviously knew how Phil fucked and what a cum load he would leave. It would all be enough in Damon’s mind for him to invade my ass with his big dick and indeed he would invade it. Meanwhile, as I concentrated on Damon, Phil and Todd had watched me intently. They saw how quickly I had sunk to the floor and taken in Damon’s dick sucking on it but more than merely sucking on it—I had knelt and adored and worshipped it giving it that special warm feeling of acceptance. Todd moved quietly behind me to watch as Phil held his place his eyes widened enthralled at the live porno playing out in front of him. Slight movement behind me was heard but I kept my focus on Damon and his now ever rising big dick that had begun to stretch my mouth and fill me so fully. More and more Damon pushed his dick into and pulled out of my mouth as the time approached for his further invasion of me. I felt my ass being probed; I shifted so as not to interrupt Damon but to make my ass available to Todd. I felt a finger slowly slide inside me with uninterrupted insistence. Once fully inserted, I heard a voice say, “Nice and gooey.” Todd began exploring deeper my inside feeling the heat awaiting him and Damon as well as the soggy overload of the huge load of cum that Phil had deposited there. Satisfied that indeed Phil had arranged for another man to be shared among the three of them, Todd withdrew his finger from my ass standing, and then moved off to the side. Damon removed his hands from my head and pulled his dick from my mouth. I looked up as he did so accepting his hands now positioned to assist me in standing. Damon turned me around immediately, and I grabbed the pipe on the wall once more, bent over, and waited. I sensed Damon stepping close behind me proven by the head of his now slick black dick bouncing gently near my ass hole. I felt his left hand as it grasped my left hip as the bouncing ceased feeling a decided adjustment so that the tip of his dick now directly came in contact with the inner most point of the bull’s eye. I felt his right hand as it grasped my right hip. I waited and wondered what this glorious fuck would be like. The inward pressure on my bull’s eye increased as my hips were gently but firmly pulled backwards. The pressure increased more and then more again as I felt my bull’s eye slowly being pried open allowing Damon’s big dick at moderate speed slide inside me stretching my sphincter wide open creating an occasional shooting pain. With my sphincter spread wide, Damon continued his inward slide as I dipped my knees slightly allowing for easier access and acceptance. Further and further, Damon pushed his veined black dick into my ass as it stretched wider the insides making way for the entire length. As it slid into me, the more the spit from my mouth was consumed by mixing with the cum load and fuck juices that Phil had created coating Damon’s now fully hard dick providing the needed lube for Damon to continue uninterrupted until his pubic hairs came to rest mashed against my ass cheeks. This portion of the introduction was now complete. Damon quietly exhaled and held himself. I gently began tightening my sphincter muscle around his dick and then relaxing it. I did this several times until Damon finally began an equally uninterrupted withdrawal when I gently tightened my sphincter in a milking fashion. When this thick black dick had withdrawn until only the head remained in my ass, he stopped. I felt this same procedure of in and out for a couple of more times until Damon was satisfied as to I suppose compatibility between his dick and my ass. He began a faster in and out lubricating his dick with each entry and exit and no doubt increasing the amount of pre-cum flowing from his own piss slit adding to the gooey mixture that I knew was in my ass. His grip on my hips increased as his fucking increased in tempo and depth. I felt him in my ass and tried to envision the sight of his big, fat, veined black dick as it slid in and out of my ass. I truly wished that there were a video camera on hand. Perhaps there would be next time. Damon and I began to tune into the other more and more. I encouraged him with my sphincter gripping and milking him as he felt his balls slamming into my ass cheeks churning and building up his need to unload. I needed to feel his dick spitting out his load and to hear him make whatever audio sounds affirming that he was indeed making that deposit. I continued on matching his tempo and depth. Once more, my hips were grasped harder so as not to slip out of his possession. I again adjusted my stance for better accessibility hoping that it also provided for even a slight increase in depth of his fucking. Damon now fucked my ass hard and deep—not as Phil had done but still an excellent fucking was taking place—continuing on his path to completion which we all four knew would be soon. “You damn, mothafuckin’ bitch. You cum hungry kunt. Fuckin’ white whore. We heard you getting fucked in here. Your gut’s filled with Phil’s load, and I’m now fuckin’ it into a froth that’s leakin’ outta you. You gonna get another big load in there real soon. And, more, you fuckin’ bitch kunt,” Damon began spitting out for me and the other two to hear. The final assault on my ass began soon after his verbal announcement. He had excited me with it and my own dick had responded by issuing a long stream of pre-cum that was constantly fed with each pounding Damon gave me. My pre-cum string stretched about three quarters of the way to the floor before becoming too weighty breaking from my piss slit dropping onto the floor. “FUCKIN’ MOTHAFUCKIN’ KUNT! YOU BITCH!” Damon exclaimed as he reached over me grabbing my shoulders pulling me as tightly to him as possible as his now expansively large black dick invaded my gut and exploding the contents of his balls into me. I felt his dick swell even more and spit out its contents. He held me tightly so that his dick deposit was made as far inside me as possible. He was definitely replacing all of the cum of Phil’s that had been turned into froth. Again and again and again Damon unleashed a torrent of his DNA into my body as I stood glistening in my sweat accepting it willingly and hoping that it would never end. But, as usual, every deposit ends. As Damon and I both felt his dick slowly deflating, I once more gently squeezed on it so that once he began his withdrawal, I could coax out of his beautiful black dick any remaining cum making it the property of my ass. Damon leaned over placing his lips on my back and kissed it. “Hot ass, bitch; good fuck.” I accepted that as a sincere high compliment from this man.

CHAPTER 2 I tasted the gooey clear liquid seeping out of his piss slit knowing that more of it would soon be coating my inside and eventually delivering a full load of his cum. He stood steady and almost imperceptibly began fucking my face as I continued to lavish attention to his cut dick. I began playing with his balls which now had dropped revealing that he had a bag that dropped real low allowing his almost egg-sized balls to drop low as well. I could only imagine them slapping my ass cheeks. I looked up at him just as he came out of what must have been a sucking trance and looked down at me. He reached down. I disengaged my mouth from his dick and rose. We kissed deeply once more. He pulled away and led me to some sort of a long pipe attached to the wall. I grabbed the pipe, moved backwards as I bent over, and finally stopped when Phil put his hand on my ass. My dick was leaking like a sieve and about three quarters hard. Phil knelt behind me pulling my cheeks wide. He drove his tongue in deep lavishing the area with his spit. He did this for several seconds and then began licking all around my hole. He stood quickly, put the head of his dick at my hole causing me to reposition myself for his access, and then proceeded to push himself inside me. It was very slow going as there wasn’t all that much lube and it gave me a good tingling of hurt and pain but there was no way I was going to stop him. I’m not sure he would have stopped anyway. “I’ve got some lube in my shorts if you want to use it. I’d prefer to try without but it’s an option,” I offered. “No way am I going to use synthetic. Nature’s own is best: Spit for the first time, and cum after that,” he replied. Phil pushed harder as I braced myself more and pushed back. His hands pulled my hips toward him as he pushed more and more with his dick. The erotic pain being shot through my body from this almost nothing lubed slide in was wonderful. He was stretching my inside nicely. I could actually feel that upward curved dick of his sliding further and further into me using only spit and whatever fluid I had in my ass. I was feeling every inch of my inside being spread wide open to accept him. His pubic hair began mashing down on my ass and was finally totally flattened when his dick could no longer make any forward movement. He was now in me all the way and the best was yet to come. “Oh, fuck, yeah! ASS! This is what I’ve needed all day LONG! Your ass and my dick are going to have a great time together, Bill,” Phil said and chuckled. He had no sooner finished his words than he began pulling out but only to the point of his head being inside me. Then, WHAM! Back inside he went and faster than the speed of light. I was jolted. Never, but never had a man hit my ass like that. Yes, sharp but quick shot of pain raced through me. WHAM! Another jolt. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! If this was just a warm up, I now began to wonder what the finale would be like. Soreness spread throughout my gut as this thick dick repeatedly spread open wide my intestine in less than a nanosecond. My prostate began feeling as if it had been turned into a punching bag. Stars raged in front of me. Screams of exotic agony welled up in my throat cut off by my own deeper determination to withstand this onslaught of delightful agonizing pain coursing throughout my entire body ending in my brain where the sounds remain muted but heard within. I was entering a euphoric haze and loving it. Phil began to hammer my ass true to his word. He most definitely enjoyed hard deep fucking and wasn’t afraid of giving it to me. I was just as adamant that I was going to take whatever kind of fucking he dished out. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! He continued to fuck me as I kept making small adjustments in my stance to keep from being knocked off my feet or into the wall. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The man was relentless in his pursuit of ass to fuck. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! “OH, FUCKING DAMN!” WHAM! And, with that final thrust of his dick fully into my ass, I heard him begin to pant and felt his hands pulling my hips hard into his body putting a death-like grip holding me to him. I felt his cock swell up and spit out round after round of his cum load. I knew his dick was filling me deeply with his cum. I was in pig heaven. I felt his dick slowing in its spitting as it also slowly began deflating. I stayed bent over holding the pipe. Phil leaned over me putting his hands on mine. “Damn, that was good and just what I needed. How you doing?” “I’m okay. Not hurt, so, good to go,” I said. “It’s going to be awhile before I can go again. But, if you’re willing to wait, I can give you another load,” Phil offered. “I have nowhere to be any time soon. You sure this is okay like this here?” I asked. “Real safe. I’ve been using it for years. You know, too bad we don’t have a tv and some porn to watch. That would get me up a lot faster. Seeing guys fucking always is a turn on. You like porn?” Phil asked. Phil wrapped his arms around my chest pulling me upwards but left his dick in my ass. He bent his lips down to my ear and began to lick and nibble on it. “What pervert doesn’t like porn? Yeah, watching some would be hot. Maybe next time we can sneak a tv and DVD player in here for you to watch some while we fuck. Well, that is if you want to fuck me some other time,” I replied. “I’ll fuck you anytime you’ll let me. We’re a match; you know how to take my kind of fucking. You ever do two guys at once? You know, three-way?” Phil almost whispered into my ear as he continued to nibble and lick and now lightly biting my neck. “I’m a pervert for real. I’ve been in three-ways, four-ways, and more ways. I’m a sex addict. I don’t care what man it is or what his dick looks like as long as he will fuck me and shoot his load of cum in my ass. I’m a voyeur and an exhibitionist, too,” I stated. Phil now reached way down and began licking up my neck and behind my ear to the top of it then back down until he slowly pushed his tongue into my ear as far as possible. Oh, damn! That just so turns me on! Phil slowly withdrew his tongue from my ear and whispered, “Well, since we don’t have a tv for porn and you like more than one guy at a time, what if an opportunity came up now to take on a couple more guys? You think you’d be up to that?” I came to my senses and double thought about what Phil had just said. I realized that was why he had separated from me on entering the building. But who were these other guys? I didn’t know them. When and how had he contacted them? Was this a set up after all? I had only seconds to weigh these words. “Well, I suppose the next option is that you’ll tell me we’re being videotaped,” I said. Phil laughed. “Well, no. But maybe if you want to next time we can do that.” “I suppose your question about a couple of more guys was more than just rhetorical. And, that they are on their way here as you were fucking me,” I said. It was Phil’s turn now for a slow response. “Well, yeah, it was more than rhetorical. And, they are already here. They were upstairs and should be outside in the hall waiting for your answer.” This nice-looking hot man had the gall to think he could give me a hard fucking which I would thoroughly enjoy especially since I would get his cum load and that he could invite a couple of guys he knew to join in. I knew he and I had never fucked before so it wasn’t like he knew me. Damn. Three men with one giving an INCREDIBLE fuck. “Well, since you showed me this safe place and gave me one helluva fucking and cum load, and you were at least considerate enough to ask before they actually joined us, how could I turn down two more dicks to ride,” I said with renewed interest and excitement at the prospect. With that, Phil slowly licked my ear again, “You fucking won’t regret it. I promise. If you hold up, you’ll get fucked at least twice by each of us. Just think about another fuck with me. All that hard ass slamming. You really like that, don’t you?” I shook my head yes.

CHAPTER 1 A local university has a humanities building that I heard has a reputation for a certain rest room being “festive”. I found a map of the campus, located the building, and looked for parking. One of the saddest features about this university is that parking is at an extreme premium on all days at all times. Parking permits are required almost everywhere which required a little reconnoitering on my part. Luckily, I did find a handful of spaces not too far from the building for visitors. I entered the building walking around the first floor until I found a stairwell. I went up to the second floor. As I opened the door and stepped out into the hall, I glanced around and with great fortune had come out diagonally to the men’s room for which I was looking. I opened the door finding there was an inner door as well. I opened it and went in. I stood there momentarily glancing around to get my bearings. To the left were several lavatories and urinals in a room. To the right were several stalls. A couple of men were at urinals separated by the typical unused urinal between them. (Fearful heterosexuals no doubt.) I nonchalantly moved to the right. I noted that the first two stalls had feet in them and doors closed presumably locked. I moved down the line finding the remaining three stalls empty. I went in five, locked the door, unzipped my shorts, dropped them to my ankles, and took my seat. I had come prepared or at least as prepared as one can be for rest room sex. I was thoroughly cleaned out, had my bottle of lube, and had my balls strapped into my favorite leather strap pulling them down. Now, all that was missing was a pair of feet in a stall next to me. I heard the flushing of two urinals followed by water at lavatories. Paper towels dispensed, hands wiped dry, and departure of the two from the urinals. That left only stalls one and two now. As I sat there, I realized that my bladder was pressing a bit, so I drained a little into my bowl. I sat there thinking that maybe my good reference for this place had been sadly mistaken or that I had come at a decidedly off time. A few minutes more passed when I thought I heard shuffling feet. I strained to hear. Silence. More minutes passed. Then, I heard a definite sound of a metal latch. Immediately, I heard someone pull up pants and zipper, the commode was flushed, a latch unhooked, someone walking, and the inner door opening and closing, and finally the outer door opening and closing. I sat on my commode in silence. I looked down and surprisingly my dick was bobbing and leaking. What? Just hearing sounds in a public rest room that all indicated that men had completed their business? I smiled at my silly self. Then, I noticed that my last rest room companion was moving around. I tuned in. I thought I heard him quietly unlatching his door. I focused on listening but heard nothing until I heard the stall door next to me open and then close with the latch engaged. I noticed a shadow as it backed to the commode sitting down as a pair of shorts hit the floor mostly covering his feet which were in sneakers. We sat there together in silence. I knew we were both there for the same reason; he could only assume I was. Soon, I noticed his shorts bobbing as he began the foot stretching and movements of inquiring as to my intent. I returned the signal of bobbing my foot and scooting it closer to him. Now, there was no doubt as to the intent of either of us. It was now a matter of seeing if we were there for the same reason and for different roles. We sat there a bit more when suddenly a piece of paper was pushed part of the way under the wall. I took it. He asked what I was looking for? I put my hand under the stall and imitated writing. I was handed a pen. (How was I to know writing was going to be required?) I wrote back that I was looking to suck a dick and with luck to get fucked, too. Why lie or beat around the bush? I handed the pen and paper back. I got the note back as I heard my stall neighbor begin to dress. I slowly read the note and then re-read it quickly. “Not here; follow me to a safer place that is more private.” I thought quickly and decided to chance it. I had to hurry. Once away from the building, my stall neighbor stopped to let me catch up. We introduced ourselves. As we walked, he told me that he knew a rest room that was very private. I eyed him as we walked. About six feet tall, broad shoulders, hairy thick arms and legs, tanned, blond hair, hazel eyes, clean shaven, and a slight drawl in his speech. As we neared one of the older buildings on campus, we slowed. He told me we were going in the building together but that inside we would split up. Hmmm. Now, I began to wonder. He told me to slowly walk through the first floor looking at the exhibits until I reached the far side of the building. There would be a set of stairs on my left. Go down them. At the bottom, go through the door that had a pane of glass in it turning right as soon as I was through the door. I was to continue down that hall until I came to a door marked “Men” on it. Go inside and wait. He would follow shortly. We entered the building together, and he waited by the elevator as I continued down the hall looking at the exhibits along the way. I took my time not only looking at the exhibits but also thinking if this was actually a good idea. Obviously, no, it wasn’t. I became apprehensive but continued on until I came to the other end of the building. I was faced with three choices: I could return the way I came and leave campus; I could go out the door now in front of me; or I could continue down the steps on the left and follow through with this walk for a maybe fuck. I hesitated on the last exhibit making up my mind. I glanced around and down the steps I went. I found the door with the pane of glass, went through it, turned right, and found “Men” on a door. I opened it and went inside. I knew why no one came here. This rest room was down a darkened hall which was lined with obvious junk items waiting to be trashed. I wondered when the last time the rest room had been used though it seemed to be clean; well, as clean as a public rest room can be. It was the size of a large walk-in closet perhaps containing two stalls, one urinal, and a lavatory. It was isolated and my apprehension grew. The minutes ticked away. I unhooked my keys slipping the clip into my right rear pocket where I could easily reach for it. Not much but I could use a handful of keys with one as a projectile if needed. My ears perked up as I heard sneakers coming down the hall. I stepped away from the door and waited. There was a light tap and then it opened. My stall neighbor stuck his head in looked around seeing me and grinned broadly. He came in quickly quietly closing the door and locking it. He came up to me and said, “I can bet you are not sure about this, but this is a lot safer and a lot more private.” With that, he pulled his shirt up and over his head, unhooked and unzipped his shorts and stepped out of them. I hesitated but finally followed in stripping. I put my clothes on top of his on the radiator. As I turned around, he stepped up to me. I could feel his dick already hardening pushing upward into my crotch area. He pushed a bit and let it slide up between us as he wrapped his arms around my chest. I wrapped mine around his neck. Our lips met that finally led to wide mouthed spit swapping and tongue wrestling. We kissed for several minutes. He finally pulled his tongue from my mouth and said, “Feel okay now?” I shook my head yes. “Good. Now, we can get serious. I have spent most of the morning trying to find someone to fuck. All they want to do is suck. I need ass,” he said. “You don’t know how much I love to fuck. Thing is, I like it rough. Really hard slam fucking. It gets me going and turns me on hearing how hard I’m hitting a guy’s ass when I’m fucking him. And, if I can hurt a guy when I’m fucking him, that turns me on even more. I guess this might not be what you are looking for.” I looked up at him and grinned. “Well, as long as you don’t break a bone of mine or rip me so much that I need medical attention, that fits on my dance card. I love it hard, deep, and harder still. But, only if you cum in my ass. I can’t stand it when a guy pulls out and shoots on my back. That’s gross and wasteful.” Phil’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You are for real? You seriously love a rough fuck?” “Yes, as long as no hospital is needed,” I said. He laughed and stepped away from me. His dick lowered itself from my body but remained upward curved with its tanned look and now slimy pink head pointed at me. I knelt immediately consuming it almost to the shortly cut pubic hairs. The upward curve was a deterrent for sucking but would be welcomed for a standing fuck.

I can help with the story. Contact me privately. Bill

You DID have teachers such as Lucas and Chase all throughout your education. You just didn't recognize them.

City Suites on West Belmont. It's not Hyatt but good for what you want.

Did you read the entire story and I mean every word posted? I always do when I start a tale. After reading an entire story, I decide then if I like it or not. If I do not like it, I do not go on to read any further installments. If I were to become uncomfortable with a story line because it so grievously conflicted with my selective view of societal norms, I would stop reading such a tale at the point where I objected to the story line. At what point did you stop reading this tale of fiction?

Uh, does the word "fiction" mean anything relating to the stories posted in this section?

I am a Roman Catholic with all the baggage from that. I strongly disagree with you Pozlover1 when you say it is funny as fuck to swap S's name for Sarah Palin. I believe such swapping is totally demeaning to S.

This an excellent start of a story. I hate to throw cold water on the tale but bring up an issue that might cause a problem for the moderators and/or owner of the site. Clearly this tale has been posted correctly in Bug Chasing & Gift Giving Fiction. However, what happens if a subordinate author adds chem play or bisexual activity of a female? I bring this up now to try to ward off any such occurrence that would penalize the original author and create BZ staff from having to move the story to another section of fiction on the site.

Methinks Jeff is going to be basted.

RawTop, drscorpio, and all moderators, thank you sincerely for all of the work that you do to make this the BEST site. Your hours of moderating, monitoring, upgrading, and everything else that you do is unknown to we users but I know that the hours are extensive based on my own work at a former employer. You collectively make this site user-friendly. It is so very easy for us to use the site and not really understand what goes into making this site viable and valuable. So, RawTop, you had a big issue to arise. You discovered the issue and got it corrected quickly. In my mind, Anne Sullivan needs to move over. You're the tops. Thank you from the bottom of my . . . perverted heart.

TEXRANCHKING, regarding Jim not being Aaron's uncle: you forgot a minor detail. Jim IS IN FACT Aaron's uncle until Jim divorced his wife Bertha who was Aaron's mother's sister. After the divorce, Jim was no longer an uncle. He was until the divorce. So, what we now know is that during this tale at some point there was a family shake up leaving Aaron without one uncle while preserving the uncle status in the early part of the tale. Simple.

Does the husband find out? Is there another breeding session? Does the husband get bred? Do both of them watch as the other gets bred? Tune in another day to find out in the next (hopefully) chapter of this saga.

With all due respect for your observation, why not try your hand--so to speak--at writing? Writing is definitely not for the timid nor is it for the lazy which I am confident that you are neither since you raise a valid point. I've made my own contributions and strongly believe that anyone can produce a solid, enticing, and exciting tale or tales. To the end that older stories were left unfinished, I have never found a story unfinished. Tales that get to be aged and left open-ended get "completed" in my own mind. I design my own ending for each. Why waste a good set of words when I can mentally finish the story and bring it to a happy ending.

Please accept my sincerest apology for my post. I personally know how difficult it is to write a story and to continue the thread of that story. I've never received total acceptance of what direction I took a story nor in the development of the characters. I know better than to criticize an author. I can not undo what I wrote but am very contrite in having published the words. Please, continue this story. You and the story deserve a better reception and acclamation for your effort and the tale it tells. The above is my apology sent to this author, Jizznfillme, and am now making the same apology in public. I have embarrassed myself. Please, Jizz, continue this tale. Bill

According to Merriam-Webster online dictionary, I offer the following three words: (1) SNEAK - to go stealthily or furtively; (2) STEALTH - the act or action of proceeding furtively, secretly or imperceptibly; (3) CONSENSUAL - existing or made by mutual consent without an act of writing. The whole things sounds like happenstance to me.

Consider adding this one: WAD (Weapon of Ass Destruction)

HIV is no longer the death sentence that it once was. The new drug regimens are super at making the viral load undetectable and the CD4 counts are way up because of the new drugs. My ID physician said I would more than likely die from any other disease/illness (diabetes) than from HIV. DX in 2000.