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PART 7 Quietly Joel lay in the sling and began wondering how he had come to be here. He knew how but his mind would not allow for him to accept it and rapidly moved on. He had made the decision to enter this sauna or more what he thought was a sauna. He had almost immediately known what kind of a place it was but had stayed anyway. What was he thinking? How could he have let himself get so involved in all this sordid, unnatural sexual activity? How could he have been so hypnotically mesmerized by the soothing calm voice of this giant black man? Had he been bewitched? Was he losing his faith? His thoughts and questions rushed into his brain, yet, he lay there not protesting. He knew this was wrong, wrong, wrong. He had been admonished and taught all his life that any kind of sex outside of his marriage was wrong and especially sex between men was a total abomination. Yet, still, here he lay in this sling not moving or protesting or screaming to be released. What was that warmth he was feeling deep inside him? What had caused that? Was it from whatever had been inserted into him? Why was he feeling relaxed yet gritting his teeth? Why was he coughing when there was no need? Why did he feel so peaceful and relaxed? Why did his colon now feel so warm and comforting? Damn! Am I horny or what? Joel chuckled out loud as his eyes brightened. Jammes had watched Joel as he put away his paraphernalia. He watched as the white man now in his sling had been so quiet and compliant in the beginning but was showing signs of activity. Especially active were his hips that were grinding around in slow motion and trying to hump back onto something. Jammes had seen this so many times and this white man was just going to be his latest. He walked over and slid open the window once more returning to the man in the sling. Jammes sat on the upended box he had for the next round of exhibitionism. He looked to see how many were at the window, nodded to his voyeurs, and began. Jammes stuck the middle finger of his right hand into his mouth wetting it and then put the unnoticed sharpened nail at the puckered centre of the hole. He pressed inward spreading the wrinkle open wide allowing him to go almost to his hand. He turned and twisted his hand causing his finger to spin first one way and then back the other. Multiple times he did this until he was satisfied. And, when he was, he slowly pulled his finger out of the hole until just the tip was inserted. A second finger was added and the process repeated. A third finger and finally a fourth finger were added stretching the wrinkled skin. It was a bit of a discomfort to Joel but his mind told him that it was such a superb feeling, and he needed more of it. He felt . . . full. Joel attempted to shove his hole down onto the fingers demanding more attention and moaned in contentment when he got it and became frustrated with grunts and growls of discontentment when he didn't. Jammes watched his new toy and listened to how he was becoming a willing participant. He turned and smiled big at the window. Jammes for his final finger fun removed all four fingers but immediately replaced them with the index and middle fingers of both hands. The four drove inside Joel's hole with only slight resistance garnering a great deep rumble of approval from Joel. Jammes immediately spread his fingers as wide as he could stretching Joel's hole wide. Joel let out a muffled howl of approval.

PART 6 Jammes closed the door behind them and pulled Joel to him planting a deep kiss on his lips. He slid the window open and laid back on the bed. Joel positioned himself sliding his mouth down the shaft of his dick as Joel now considered this gargantuan black dick as his. He was still swirling in his head but totally focused on sucking this dick and returned to his object of lust. Many men watched Joel sucking. Many men knew what was in store for Joel before the night was over and smiled. Joel had been sucking Jammes for about 15 minutes straight now and his jaws were absolutely reaching the end. He was in a panic that he would fail. What Joel didn't know was that with Jammes there was no failure. Sensing that Joel was reaching his end, Jammes reached down and pulled Joel up off his dick and up onto his chest making sure that his now fully erect dick could be seen sticking up between Joel's thighs. Men who had witnessed this scene before smiled knowingly and did a thumbs up to Jammes. Other men looked on in envy and wonderment. "Your mouth feels great, man, but you need a rest," Jammes said lightly kissing Joel. "I'm going to help you take this dick of mine. Not many men have a mouth as talented as yours, man. You're going to love taking my load of cum." Jammes had cooed and wooed his way through his words of diversion just as he had done so many times before with each time ending the same way. Jammes kissed Joel again and then disentangled himself closing the window for the moment but winking at those in the audience whom he knew had seen him work before. He returned to Joel pulling him up and walked him to the sling. Joel never asked a word but climbed onto the leather. Jammes lifted Joel's ankles one by one securing them in the straps and then repeated the same with his wrists. Jammes positioned Joel's butt to hang over the end just a little. They kissed again. Jammes pulled a hood from the backpack on the floor and went to Joel's head. He held the hood up, winked at Joel, and nodded. Joel looked at the hood and then Jammes. Hesitantly, Joel nodded. Jammes fitted the hood to Joel's head making sure the nose feature allowed for plenty of air. Jammes returned to his backpack pulling from it a 7-inch drinking straw, a bag of fine white powder, a small scoop made from a straw, a pointless syringe, and a vial of sterile water placing each of the items on the small shelf on the back wall. With great precision and quickness, Jammes prepped the pointless syringe with the white powder and sterile water returning it to the shelf. He then inserted the 7-inch drinking straw into Joel's ass leaving an inch just outside Joel's puckered entrance. Jammes scooped up a hefty amount of the white powder, inserted the scoop into the straw so that the scoop was fully inserted, then, bent down and with a great breath blew into the straw sending the white powder deep inside Joel where it fine coated every surface. Jammes pulled the straw about a third way out and repeated the process. Once more Jammes pulled the straw another third way out and gave a final blow of the fine white powder into Joel's rectum. Joel in short order felt a slight warmth but was distracted as Jammes had by now withdrawn the straw and replaced it with the pointless syringe which he withdrew as he pushed the plunger discharging the doctored sterile water. Joel felt the syringe being removed as a liquid was left behind.

PART 5 Jammes watched as the transformation happened. A new cocksucker was born. How many new cocksuckers had been born because of him and his uncut 10-inch dick? Just a little more to find out if this one was one of the best. Would he be able to take all of his dick or would he weenie out? Jammes decided it was time to see if this man would be in the elite. Joel felt his mouth being removed from the dick and whimpered. He was being repositioned on the bed allowing for his guest to sit toward the foot near the door as Joel knelt on the bed. Jammes leaned to his right a bit so that Joel had access to the now almost fully erect dick. Joel saw Jammes wink and nod his head toward his dick. Joel dived forward spreading his mouth wide as he slid back down onto the giant in front of him. As he did, Jammes pulled Joel's left leg toward him so that he would have access to Joel's ass. Joel inched his mouth downward more and more filling his mouth full. Without knowing why, Joel shielded his teeth and began to suck and piston on this man's dick. It was a slow tempo but one that suited Jammes. No doubt this was one cocksucker to be prized for his skills. In the meantime, Jammes went to work on Joel's ass. Jammes found the tightly closed wrinkled opening. He placed his finger tip dead centre and on a downward stroke gave a great shove pushing at least half of his finger inside Joel's hole. Joel never broke stride except for a small grunt. Jammes smiled and pushed more. He then went to work on the inside garnering grunts and moans from Joel. Over and over and over again Jammes raked his nail on the inside of Joel causing small tears. When his finger was finally withdrawn, Jammes saw a nice light red covering his finger. He smiled. Jammes once more repositioned his new interest so that he was kneeling over him as Jammes lay on his back. Now, Joel's ass was directly over his face making it an easy target and Joel's mouth was covering his Sequoia of a dick making love to it just like Jammes preferred. By the time Jammes was finished this time, both he and Joel were in a light sweat. Jammes found an even bloodier cover on his finger. He beamed. Jammes pushed an unwilling Joel off his dick and pulled him up to where they could talk. "Man, you are super. Not many men can take my dick in their mouth and work on it like you do. You would be great to watch. Do you know that? Men would really love to watch you suck on my dick the way you do," Jammes cooed soothingly at Joel in a breathy husky voice. "You have a talent most men don't. You could give them lessons and put them to shame," he continued in his hypnotizing drone of flattery. "You know you want to show off. I can tell you do just from the way you're doing such a great job. Why don't we go back to my room where we can close the door but there's a window we can open and let men watch you go at it? You up for that?" Jammes cooed into Joel's ear and then licked it sticking his tongue inside. Joel shuddered at the intimacy. He didn't know what was happening to him or what or why he was doing this. It was as if he didn't care. What he knew for sure was he didn't want to stop. When Jammes withdrew his tongue from Joel's ear, Joel said, "Yes, as long as I get to suck your dick and swallow your load . . . just like I saw in the steam room." The two got up and went to Jammes' room.

PART 4 Joel and his doorway visitor stood there a bit until Joel swayed once more. His visitor stepped inside gently pushing Joel backwards. The door was closed quietly. "You need to sit down before you fall," the quiet voice said. "Here, let me help make you more comfortable." Joel sat on the edge of the bed with his guest's assistance. Joel's head was feeling weird. He looked at the tall black man just knowing he was in safe hands. He had been so kind to him. As Joel sat on the edge of his bed, he felt his body being moved. "Just a bit more and I think we'll be ready," came a quiet voice. "Just one good quick dip and back into place should do it." With that, Joel felt himself being quickly bent forward at the waist and then pulled back fully upright. Joel's head spun now faster still until he could stand it no more. He fell back onto the bed striking his head on the wall but feeling only a little pain. He was awake but just barely. "We need to get you comfortable." Joel's ears heard and felt his towel being unceremoniously removed. Joel raised his head to see his visitor toss the towel on the built in table beside the bed. He watched as the black man removed his own towel and hung it on the wall hook. "You need to loosen up, man. You seem so tense." Joel found the tall black man hoisted his body around on the bed positioning him on his side. "Now, let's have a little fun ourselves." With those words, Joel found the black man standing before his head. Joel looked up at his visitor and then followed his face to his neck to his chest to his waist and finally to his crotch. What Joel saw was an uncut thick dick hanging limply in front of him. Joel stared at it for a long time. And, finally, he heard it calling to him. Joel reached out hesitantly grasping the black man's dick and moved his head forward as the dick moved toward Joel. Joel opened his mouth wide inserting the dick and began to suckle on it. He moved it one way and then another. He put his tongue beneath the hood and swirled his tongue all around continuing with the same effort on the outside of the dick which slowly began to swell. Joel continued his effort causing more blood to rush into this black man's dick. Jammes had done this many times but never to one who was so seemingly deserving because of his comment. He was convinced that this was an absolute virgin of the most virgin kind. And, he was going to de-virgin him good. More and more he let the man slowly suck on his ever increasing dick. And, as he sucked Joel improved on his technique. It wasn't at all what he thought it would be like. Joel after a mere three minutes had fallen in lust with sucking dick. Now, he wanted to feel the cum hitting the back of his throat and swallow every drop just as he had seen done. The more he sucked the more his brain became transfixed on finishing off this dick and swallowing what no doubt would be a hefty load of cum.

PART 3 Joel was shaken . . . and he was amazed. The shorter man had made no sounds of protest. He had swallowed that load of cum and then had allowed another man to unleash his own cum load into his ass. Joel's head was spinning. Never had he ever imagined such things happening. Now, he had witnessed it with his own eyes. Joel looked down at his towel and found it being stretched tight from the pressure being applied by his own dick. Joel left the steam room and hesitantly walked back toward his room. At the top of the steps to the basement, he heard a voice and turned toward it. Standing in front of him was a black man. He was about 6 feet tall, weighed about 160 pounds, had a nicely muscled body, a shaved head, full beard and moustache, and had his left nipple pierced with a big bar sticking through it. Joel shook his head hesitantly. "Are you okay, dude," the man asked again. "You look a bit shaken up. Do you need help back to your room? Are you diabetic?" The man quietly kept asking him questions seemingly concerned. Joel shook his head and said, "No, I'm fine. Thank you. I . . . I . . . I just witnessed a man give a blow job to one man and then get fucked by another in the steam room. Neither of the men used a condom. I'm not used to seeing such." Joel walked on to his room and let himself in. He sat on the bed rehashing what he had just witnessed. All he had wanted to do was to enjoy the steam not watch a porn show. One thing puzzled Joel though: He had seen his own dick react to the two scenes. Even now his dick was hard just thinking about it. What was happening? Was this normal? He had always thought in his mind how repulsive the thought of sex between men was. But, now that he had seen it somewhat up close he didn't know. There was a knock at his door that brought Joel to his senses. Who could that be? He didn't know anyone. He opened it and saw the black man who had offered help. "Yes?" Joel asked. "Man, you were shaken back there," the quiet bass voice cooed. "I thought you were going back down the steps head first from the way you were swaying. You need at least to drink some water for me dude. Coming out of the steam room, you need to replenish and hydrate yourself. Come on now. I'm not taking no for an answer." His calming voice eased Joel's mind as the man twisted open the bottle of water and held it out to him. "Come on now; drink it all down." Joel nodded and took the bottle. He tilted the bottle upward and began swallowing the contents. It tasted stale and stopped. Joel frowned looking at his waterman. But, he tipped the bottle once more and finished it off. "It tastes a little odd," Joel said. "but, I do thank you." "Yeah, it's a cheap brand they sell here," the black man said quietly and smiled.

PART 2 From the outside, the place looked old. There were all the pennants and flags and colourful lights though that sort of helped. He decided he would go in and did. Joel signed his membership form, deposited his wallet, got his key and towel, and was buzzed inside. He followed the clerk's directions and soon found his room: 20. Joel had also found that he was in a gay bath house from the short walk from the desk to his room. He was so naive. What was he doing here? Why hadn't he turned around and left when he saw the two men engaged in oral sex in the hall? He was repulsed and yet curious to know more so that he could reject the evils that went on here. That was the plan at least. It was only a little before 9:00. He could enjoy the steam room and leave. He stripped putting his clothes under his mattress, put the key around his wrist, wrapped the towel around his waist, and left his room. He walked back through the bath house finding the steps and followed the signs to the steam room. Inside, the room was huge. He walked around in the wet and found a seat. He was alone. Good. Joel's being alone didn't last long. He was joined by three more men who found places to sit. Joel watched without being obvious. The two sitting close to each other soon were closer still and began fondling the other. Their towels were around their necks unlike Joel's which was draped across him. The shorter man slid down on his knees after a short time and moved between the other man's legs. Joel watched discreetly as the blowjob was administered. The head bobbing up and down in such rhythmic motion. It was mesmerizing. In time, the seated man began to moan and grunt and squirm. The piston rhythm increased which increased the moans, grunts, and squirming. With a loud groan, the man began to pump his cum load into the mouth of the kneeling short man who no doubt was swallowing it. More and more of the cum spewed into his mouth to be momentarily tasted and swallowed. Joel watched almost bug-eyed. As soon as he was finished, the seated man rose and left. The third man who had entered now came out of the clouds of steam to where he could be seen. He pushed the shorter man back down on his knees and pushed his own dick into his mouth. Once more the shorter man began to suck evidenced that the third man's dick became harder. This man though was not settling for a mere blow job. He pulled the short man off the floor, turned him around, bent him over, and positioned his dick at his ass hole. He pushed slowly until he could get no more of his dick inside. The man glanced over at Joel and nodded. Joel froze. Then, he began to fuck the man. He fucked him with long deep strokes in and out until after a bit he picked up speed. Joel heard a slapping of skin against skin as the man fucked the shorter man. A deep moan came from the standing man who now held his dick fully inserted in the ass in front of him. He was cumming. He was deliberately cumming in the shorter man's ass. Joel's mind went into a flurry. He had not put on a condom. He was unloading his ball juices directly into this man. They soon pulled apart and left leaving Joel astonished.

PART 1 It was 1997, Joel was 43, and he certainly didn't mean for it to happen . . . but it did. He had gone to Chicago with his committee to finalize a deal for a huge wheat sale to the federal government. That had been done. The rest of his committee had returned to Utah on Wednesday leaving him alone in Chicago. It was at the insistence of his own physician that he be checked by a specialist while in Chicago because of his digital exam. Dr. Young had gone to school with Dr. Marks and had told Joel that there was no one better than Dr. Marks. It was Joel's health that concerned Dr. Young. The exam had in fact greatly concerned the doctor. So, Joel was to see Dr. Marks on Friday and go home Saturday. That was the plan at least. Thursday morning found Joel sightseeing the city. He had wandered the city using the CTA card to ride the el and busses. He had found Halstead Street and the places and people seemed, well, no different than himself. He had gone north on Clark and wandered around neighbourhoods again finding that as people they were just that: people. He finally went back to his hotel room, drank his preparation, and waited. He didn't have long to wait. True to what the druggist had told him he spent a major part of the day running to the bath room. By the time Joel had gone to bed that night, he felt light headed from not having eaten and having all of what he had eaten cleansed from his intestinal tract. Early Friday morning, Joel got his cab and arrived before the appointed time at Dr. Mark's office. He went inside, completed the paperwork, and waited his turn. The doctor did a digital exam first and then followed with the sigmoid scope. Joel heard from Dr. Mark that he had great concerns about the exam. He told Joel it was imperative that he stay in Chicago and that Joel would be worked in for a colonoscopy the next morning. Joel was stunned but agreed. Dr. Mark told him that he would need to stay hydrated and nourished but to avoid solid food. He recommended several bottled food supplements that Joel could drink in moderation but stay away from all solid food. Joel left and went back to his hotel stopping at a grocery to pick up the bottled "food" that he was to drink. Joel contented himself staying in his room for most of the day. He decided early evening to go for a walk, and walk he did. He finally stopped at a cemetery at Lawrence and Clark. He didn't know where he was but rested a bit and pressed on going away from his hotel. He came to a video store and went in but left quickly. It was much too seedy for him. He wandered up to the next block noting a bar and a store with windows full of leather goods. He went in and wandered around looking in awe at what was displayed. Then, Joel overheard a couple of men talking about going to a bath house. They were talking how fun it would be to get in the steam room and sweat off some pounds. This piqued Joel's interest and though he kept his distance he kept his ears open. The two paid for their purchases and left with Joel discreetly behind them. He followed them until they entered a building a short distance away. I apologize. I originally posted Part 1 in General Bareback Sex. My brain was not thinking. The story does belong in this category. Again, my apology. Bill

PART 3 When I had choked out these words and as I stood there in the dark shaking slightly in angst and excitement, my winning opponent stepped closer to me. I felt his arms wrap around my body as I felt a hard solid object push roughly against the crack of my ass sliding upwards until a chest met my back. My opponent had removed his own underwear and was now going to claim his prize for winning the game. We stood there for a few moments and then I felt his hard cock sliding up and down in the crack of my ass. I reached up and held onto his arms tilting my head backward. I felt a tongue licking my ear finally manoeuvring my head so that my ear was invaded by a wet hard tongue. The arms wrapped around me squeezed and relaxed multiple times as more and more of the dry humping took place. The tongue left my ear as the right arm unwrapped itself from around me. A firm hand pushed my shoulders forward and down until I was bent into an L shape. I felt a hand on my left hip grasping me as the hard cock belonging to my opponent was slipped between my spread ass cheeks. A wetness immediately was felt as his pre-cum was smeared on, over, and below my hole. I shivered again in anticipation and excitement. Pressure was applied at my hole which was met with resistance. More pressure was applied and still resistance. I felt my opponent lean over me moving both hands to my shoulders where he clasped them firmly. I braced myself and said, "All the way." As soon as I had uttered those words, I relaxed as much as I possibly could. Seconds passed before a reaction was made. My opponent relaxed his pressure on my hole for a split second before driving full brutal force forward into my hole splitting it open wide stretching the sphincter muscle in a painful expansion. Involuntarily, I began to rise up but was met with hands gripping my shoulders holding me in my bent over position. My teeth were tightly clamped together like a vise. My lips opened to let loose the scream of agony and ecstasy. Pubic hair smashed into my butt cheeks as what I now knew had to be one of the biggest cocks invading my ass. Several minutes passed as my opponent let my body adjust to his invasion. He whispered words of encouragement to me as he revelled in his conquest. My body had broken out into a sweat like a mist. I was impaled and knew this was not going to be an easy loss but one that I would long remember. Then, when my sounds of agony dissipated, he began a slow almost equally as agonizing withdrawal from my ass leaving me feeling empty and abandoned. When he had withdrawn his cock so that just the head was inside me, once more an invasion began again with some pain accompanying the effort. My teeth I thought were going to be nothing but cracked remnants as I was determined to bear up under this wonderful fuck. He made a half dozen or so in and out invasions and withdrawals before he began to fuck me in earnest. By this time, I was begging him to fuck me--hard. He did. We were joined together with his now drooling hardened cock that was hitting my prostate with almost each entry. I could tell I was leaking pre-cum like I was pissing. More and more my ass was pounded and filled with this leviathan of a cock. Harder and harder he smashed into me pushing my body forward as his mighty hands pulled me back onto his cock. His tempo increased as did his violent hard delivery. My prostate could no longer stand it and sent out signals that it was time for me to cum. My body shook and trembled as it was racked with salvo after salvo of my own cum flying through my cock and exiting out the piss slit splattering on the floor and me. My ass began its usual contracting and releasing with each salvo of release for me tightening and loosening my grip on the Sequoia pumping itself in and out of my ass. This is what he had been working for and began to groan his own eruption. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned aloud as his fucking intensified unbelievably more. His hands gripped my shoulders harder still. With a few more warp speed fuck motions, he finally shoves his cock fully into my ass and held there unleashing glob after glob of sticky off white goop filling my ass. I could feel his discharges as they passed through his cock and into my body. A dozen or more blasts of his swimmers filled me. We stood there coupled as we sweat. Slowly, I rose upwards as he pushed me toward the wall stopping when we were there. We held still relishing what we had done and how we had done it. It was clear we both had enjoyed ourselves. Only when we both were breathing normally did he pull away from me pulling his now deflated cock from my ass. I turned immediately dropping to my knees and cleaning him. When he was satisfied, he pulled me to my feet, and we hugged. I went to the door and opened it allowing the light from the basement to enter. Neither of us said anything but simply dressed and left the room. Back upstairs in the living room, I found out his name was Alec, and I told him my name, Bill. I gave him my home address and phone number and invited him to give me a call and to stop by if he wanted. He did come back to my flip house every week and twice brought a buddy with him. It's a wonderful memory of that little house. I still drive by on occasion and smile.

PART 2 I laughed once more. "I told you. It's a perfect dungeon. Put a couple of red lights in here would make this a wonderful dungeon to play in. But, since I'm not going to live here, I'll leave that up to any future owner." "You know, it would be fun just the way it is with no lights. Invite some people over and have them all come in here and play tag or hide-and-go seek." he said. "Or . . ." he laughed "you could have a party where people moved around trying to guess who they ran into." And, with the last eight words being spoken, I could tell my guest was moving away from me. The next words came from across the room and were just audible. "It's a perfect place for all kinds of potential play time. I just thought of a game. Everybody comes in, the door is closed, then, everybody moves to somewhere on a wall. Someone says 'go' and everyone moves around trying to find the others. When you feel a hand on you, you have to take off some clothing until everybody is naked. Sort of a cross between strip poker and blind man's buff." I stood there processing his words saying finally, "Sounds like an excellent party game to me. I wonder if it could really work?" "Let's see if it would," I heard quietly from a new position in the room. I moved from my spot and began a slow steady advancement in the dark with my arms stretched out. I met several times a wall and re-directed my search. My steps were as light as possible so as not to give away my position yet wanting to be found. As I made a turn to my left, I felt a hand touch my back. I jumped. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I quietly giggled. This was fun. Hands now grasped my arms and a presence was felt behind me. The same hands reached down pulling my t-shirt out of my pants and pulled it up and over my head. An arm wrapped itself around my chest pulling me backwards until I was standing back to front of my guest and game opponent. I felt his head lowering itself until his mouth was near my ear where I could hear his breathing. "Toss clothes to the walls for safety," he said and then he was gone. Once more we stalked each other in the darkness. Round and round we went quietly. He found me three more times removing both my shoes and a sock. Then, the tables turned. I found him three times removing his t-shirt and both shoes. Next came off my other sock. He lost both of his socks. Once more I found him and his pants came off with a slowness. Each item of clothing had actually been removed by the one who found the loser. The score now was I had on my work pants and underwear, and he had on his underwear. It was a heady game and exciting. My cock was definitely aroused and leaking pre-cum. I knew it was happening but was focused on finding him in the blackness of the room so that I could claim victory. But, my advantage was lost after several minutes. A hand touched and then quickly grabbed my hand. The unseen hand followed up my arm and once more I felt a presence behind me. I felt my belt being unbuckled, jeans unsnapped, zipper lowered, and then the jeans pushed down to the floor where I stepped out of them. I heard them hit the wall and then the floor. "Looks like the next find we'll have a winner," I heard whispered in my ear and then the hands removed from me as there was a silent movement away from me. I stood breathing heavily. This was exciting and a total turn on for me. I moved off in search of my prey as I was being searched for as prey. Round and round and across the room I moved and supposed my opponent did likewise. I positioned myself in corners and even crouched down with arms and hands stretched out trying to win. No such luck. Then, I moved along a wall until I reached a corner. At the corner, I began to move along the next wall finding it to be short. I now knew my position in the room. My ears were alert trying to hear any sound at all as my mind tried to develop a plan of attack to find my opponent. I settled on attempting to cross the room to the opposite corner moving my arms to my side and in front of me. I started out for my new destination going slowly. No doubt it took only a couple of minutes or so to make that diagonal travel across the room but it seemed like hours. My right hand came to touch a wall as my right arm slowly moved back to a frontal position as my left arm swung away from my front to my left side. Just as I touched the wall with my right hand, I felt the palm of a hand touch my stomach. I stopped, sighed, and lowered my arms. My ears detected a rising form in front of me that moved to my side and then behind me. "You lost," came a whispered declaration. With that, I felt thumbs work their way into the band of my underwear and began to push them downward to the floor where I stepped out of them. I was now naked with a cum-dripping cut seven inch cock that was half filled with blood. Once again I felt a presence behind me for the seventh time. But, this time was different. As I stood there in defeat breathing deeply, I was asked in a whisper, "How do you like the game?" "It's a hot game to play for sure," I said. "It is for sure. But, now, the winner gets to claim his prize," a whispered voice said in my ear. "You do believe the winner should get a prize, don't you?" I stood there breathing deeply with excitement as I shook slightly. I had to clear my throat three times before I could safely respond. "What prize is there?" "Well, the game was played in the dark. Don't you think the prize should be something also in the dark?" the whispered question was asked. "Yes, the prize should be something also in the dark," I heard myself agree. "And, shouldn't the winner name the prize?" a barely audible whisper hit my ear drum. "Shouldn't the winner decide what he wants for a prize? Shouldn't the loser be willing to give up the prize?" The whispering became even fainter as I perceived a mouth ever so close to my ear. "The winner takes his prize no matter what it is," I said almost choking through the dry mouth and throat that I now had.

PART 1 It was sometime mid-70's that I decided to buy and flip my first house. I was about 25 years old, single, and had nights, weekends, and summers to do the work. My sister was a realtor and was willing to keep an eye out for just such a venture. I was a teacher who barely made a living and was wanting to have some spending money. Understand that I had saved some money and gotten some more when my grandparents died leaving me a small legacy as well as a godparent who had provided for me in his will. Now, I wanted to make that legacy grow rapidly. Some time mid-March, my sister called and told me she had found the house for me to flip. It was an older home that had an extra large living room, one bedroom, one bathroom, an eat-in kitchen, enclosed back porch, full basement including a coal room, fenced yard, and a relatively new 2-car garage. Looking at it and having it inspected all that it needed was to be cleaned out, painted inside and out, update some plumbing, upgrade the bathroom and kitchen, and install carpet. It sounds like a lot but I was willing to take the time and gamble. The house was in a neighbourhood that was being revitalized by new younger owners who were taking over from original owners. Now, saying all of this one might think why bother to do all the work that was obviously needed. The house had been rental property with good tenants and had run the depreciation life of the owners. It was under priced at fifteen thousand but with the improvements could easily be sold for thirty-five thousand. Closing didn't happen until after Memorial Day and that left me four days until I was free for the summer. Perfect timing. Late Friday afternoon when I had finished my year, I was at my newly acquired property taking measurements and laying out a plan and list of everything I would need. I got up early Saturday morning and went shopping piling everything into the back of my pickup. Everything was put on the enclosed back porch. I then began ripping out carpet and padding taking the strips to the garage. My work was on its way. I had been working for two weeks when I heard someone knocking on the front door. I went to the door and opened it finding a tall lanky guy with a big television set resting on the porch railing. "May I help you?" I asked. "I'm bringing back your tv," he said. This guy was about my age. He was tall probably around 6 feet 3 inches to my 5 feet 10 inches. He had rather long light brown or sandy hair that was bushy. I weighed 155 pounds at the time, and he probably weighed that or maybe even less. He was so lanky and lean looking. He had on a white t-shirt that revealed a broad chest and decided large biceps. Hair sprouted up over the top of his t-shirt which matched the volume he had on his forearms. He had me beat for sure as I was just a small time runner and swimmer. Still, I found him attractive. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that isn't my tv," I said. "I just bought the house. It must belong to the former tenants." "Oh. Well, do you have a way to get in contact with them?" he asked. "No. They weren't my tenants. I could give you the name of the previous owners. They might know how to get in touch with them." I offered. "Okay. Uh, do you mind if I bring this in though? I don't want to leave it out here or in my car," he said. "Sure. Let me help," I said opening the storm door and locking it open. I went outside, and the two of us picked up the heavy table top set and moved it inside setting it on the floor. "They paid for the repairs already. I can't believe they haven't called to let us know they were moving," he said. "Well, there's no accounting for some people's thought processes. Come on back to the kitchen where I have the information," I said. I turned and began walking through the living room toward the kitchen followed by the delivery guy. I rummaged through my papers finding the name and number of the previous owners. I wrote it on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Are you doing all the work here yourself?" he asked. "Yes. It's an investment. I'm tearing out all the old and putting in new and updating where it's needed," I said. "I should be able to sell it for a nice profit unless something goes wrong. Would you like to see all of it?" "Oh, yeah. I'd like that," my unexpected guest said. I took him on the grand tour much as it was ending in the basement. "This is what I haven't figured out just what to do with yet. It will need a heating source if it's going to be of any use. What I find really interesting is the old coal storage room. It still has the exterior coal door but that's welded shut now. There aren't any windows, and it's totally black when the door is closed." I laughed. "I have had some fun thinking about how the room could be used." I laughed again. "I don't understand. What do you mean?" he asked looking at me cocking his head. I motioned for him to follow me. I opened the door and stepped inside. He followed me inside, and I closed the door. "OH, MAN!" he said.

Since this is day one of a new year, I thought I would offer up one last time a copy of my Excel Fuck Load Count. It's free and easy to use as it's all about entering a number 1 in a particular column if that column applies and entering nothing at all in columns where it does not apply. The calculations are automatically made for each month and a cumulative total is available to see your progress through the year. I'm not trying to force a count on anyone of course but am offering an easy way to keep track of your fucks and cum loads should you have an interest in doing so.

Attorneys run medical practices here in USA not office managers and/or physicians. Lawsuits have resulted in more openness between a patient and a medical practitioner which is good. Physicians no longer are taught in medical schools to be aloof, to be condescending, and to hold back all medical information except a small bit. For the most part, patients can deal with their conditions if given medical data. Part of all this is that not only are paper lab copies provided but also paper copies showing a summary of each visit/encounter that a patient has with his practitioner. In most states, a patient is entitled to one free copy of every page of his/her medical record including all test results and notes made by a practitioner. This free copy includes any hospital visit and any tests performed there. A well informed patient is a patient more inclined to follow medical advice and to believe in the practitioner. So, when I say attorneys run medical practices here in USA, it is with high regard and credit in how those attorneys have changed medical practice for what I see as for the better.

What test result papers show (lab reports) is the status of an individual at the time of the blood being drawn. My understanding is that the blood taken reflects the status of an individual at some point in the past 90 days since it takes a number of days for sufficient antibodies to develop. So, all that said, the time between when the lab work is processed and the time that someone shows the lab work as "proof" enters into the equation if someone is negative or not. With all that said, every fucker and fuckee must make a decision as to whether or not he considers every cum load a toxic one. I for one consider every load positive and don't refuse any. 2 cents

Thank you, Rawdad4sons for your suggestion. I checked in the Chem sex fiction area going back 15 pages but found no title that sounded familiar with the theme that is the story about which I am asking. Does anyone remember the tale? I really would like to find it again.

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I believe I read a story here on BZ but have my doubts now as I can not find it nor do I remember the title. The tale is about a heterosexual couple who if I remember correctly had a gay promiscuous male friend. The female had to leave town for some reason which I think was to tend to an ill relative. While she was gone, the gay friend seduced her boyfriend and got him hooked on getting fucked by the gay friend who was also HIV poz. When she returned, the couple broke up and the supposed straight guy had converted and was a devout barebacker. I realize that this isn't much information, and I'm hoping the tale is here on BZ. Any information and especially location of the story would be greatly appreciated.

I know nothing about chia seeds, thus, I will not address that method of cleaning. The method of cleaning your colon will depend on how long you plan on being fucked. If it is a quick hook up meaning a couple of hours or less, use a product that isn't so thorough or deep cleaning. If you plan on spending several hours being fucked such as in an all night orgy or a session at a bath house, you will need to clean deeply so that what you have in your upper GI tract does not move downward and cause a mishap. Fleet enema is a fine product. However, this is not a deep cleaning product. It is an excellent product for a couple of hours of enjoying a tryst. If your plan is to have an extended time being fucked which I label over 2 hours, you need to have a deep colon cleaning session. There is a liquid/drink--unfortunately, I can not remember the name--that is available to you at a pharmacy that is primarily used for cleaning a colon in preparation for a colonoscopy. It is thorough. I have used it four times in preparation for colonoscopies. The down side to this is that the day before is a lost cause for having company or going anywhere. It is an all day process that will send you rushing to reach a commode. You will be thoroughly cleaned out though. What I also would recommend is a shower shot. It's a device that attaches to your showerhead. A diverter valve can switch the water flow to your showerhead or to the shower shot. To the diverter is attached a metal flexible 6 or 8 foot hose. At the business end of the hose is a nozzle. Using this method takes as much time as you want to put into cleaning your colon or more so how far up your colon you want cleaned. The only liquid that goes up your colon is warm water. I suggest using it until you see crystal clear water twice. You'll know when to stop. Do understand that especially the last two methods--and especially the shower shot method--clean your colon and in doing so you will be washing away all good bacteria that your body needs. To help rectify this, I always have on hand a couple of yogurt containers. I eat the yogurt when I return home, sleep for awhile, and upon waking I eat the second container of yogurt. Good fucking or good being fucked to one and all. my 2 cents

Bearbandit is correct: Keep your dick in your pants. I'll add to "fold" it under you to help in keeping it from getting fully erect. Bear is also correct in saying that the measure of success is how wet you get your underwear/jock/chair seat. It doesn't matter how excellent, good, bad or horrible your first tale is. Your WORST tale more than likely will be your first. It is the most difficult to produce but once produced other tales will flow from your brain. Take the time to set up blank copies of Word formatted in the fashion you want to write. Jot on those formatted pages your ideas or a basic outline of tale. Then, fill in the blank pages. Last, keep in mind that the tales are all "FICTIONAL". <cough> <cough> And, also keep in mind that personal experiences are easy to draw on because they actually happened to you. These personal experiences make for easier writing--just add enough to them to make them into fiction. A couple of tales in your own words or a couple of dicks in your ass will make your writing real fiction for publishing.

Okay, guys. Here is what I am offering. I have used an Excel spreadsheet for a number of years to track my loads taken throughout a year. I have recalibrated a copy to accommodate for 50 loads per month. Each month is automatically totaled so that you not only can watch your progress daily but for that month and the year. There is a separate sheet for each month and all of the monthly totals are then automatically tallied to a summary sheet for the year. The copy that I use is set up for 100 each month just to be sure. But after discussing the sheet with some buds of mine, we thought the average bottom would be good for 50. I can easily up the ante to my 100 count if you guys think that would be better. The entire process is based on entering a "1" if it fits the category or leaving the category blank if it doesn't. (Some of the categories are: cut/uncut; poz/neg/unknown; top/versatile/bottom; etc). So, for right now let me hear from the site to decide if 50 loads per month is sufficient or 100 loads. Once tallied, I'll have the spreadsheet available for anyone who wants a copy.

Okay, guys. Here is what I am offering. I have used an Excel spreadsheet for a number of years to track my loads taken throughout a year. I have recalibrated a copy to accommodate for 50 loads per month. Each month is automatically totaled so that you not only can watch your progress daily but for that month and the year. There is a separate sheet for each month and all of the monthly totals are then automatically tallied to a summary sheet for the year. The copy that I use is set up for 100 each month just to be sure. But after discussing the sheet with some buds of mine, we thought the average bottom would be good for 50. I can easily up the ante to my 100 count if you guys think that would be better. The entire process is based on entering a "1" if it fits the category or leaving the category blank if it doesn't. (Some of the categories are: cut/uncut; poz/neg/unknown; top/versatile/bottom; etc). So, for right now let me hear from the site to decide if 50 loads per month is sufficient or 100 loads. Once tallied, I'll have the spreadsheet available for anyone who wants a copy.

The first time I got fucked without a condom was at age 16. I got my license and 2 days later one of the family cars. I went to a local YMCA where I had heard rumors of meeting men in the steam room. Well, I got cruised and did hook up with a guy who was hot. He was 32, 6'3, 200, hair, and had a cut 9 inch cock. He convinced me to leave with him and go to his place. When we got there, we got into his bed and began making out including sucking each other. He began fingering my hole and found it clean. (I had figured out on my own to use an enema bag just in case. There wasn't the internet at the time to research.) Between making out and kissing, he told me he wanted to fuck me. I told him that would be great but that I had never been fucked. The way he came to a halt, I thought I was going to be tossed out. He was just surprised I was a virgin. He had me to suck his dick some more, turned me onto my stomach putting a couple of pillows under my hips, and lubed my ass thoroughly inside. He then took time to lube his dick as he finger fucked me. Finally, he took his cum rag and put it in my mouth, gently held my hips, put his dick to my hole, and began pushing with greater pressure. My sphincter popped open and I saw stars of a million galaxies. My hands grabbed the sheet, my ass clamped shut, my back strained in an arch, and I screamed wide-eyed into his cum rag. He was very caring and waited a very long time while my body adjusted to his invasion. He repeatedly asked me if I was okay and shook my head yes. I was determined to get fucked. He finally sensed my readiness and began pushing more into me. My ass burned and hurt but I was not going to stop him. What seemed like days to get all the way inside me, Glen's pubic hairs finally began tickling and bristling on my ass cheeks. Once he was finished pushing in, we rested again. Each of you know what the feeling is like during that first fuck as a bottom. I was sweating like it was raining and loving all the pain and the now full ass feeling that I felt. Too soon, Glen began pulling his dick out of me. He fucked me slowly for a very long time and with each piston in and out the pain eased away and euphoric sensation began filling my ass and mind. He began fucking me faster and as best I could after awhile I began pushing my ass upwards to meet his downward thrust. He stopped long enough to have me to get up, tossed the pillows to the side, and position me doggy style. We went back to fucking and by this time he was long dicking me the full length of his cock. I felt sweat from his body dropping onto me as our tempo increased. He was now fucking me hard and I was using my hands to brace myself on the bed and pushed backwards onto his cock matching him stroke for stroke. I was sweating by this time and was in overdrive at lusting for his dick to go in me further. Within a couple more minutes he asked if I was ready for his load of cum and I told him yes. Somewhere in the next half dozen or so full length strokes, Glen grabbed my hips hard, slammed his dick as far in my ass as he could, began groaning through his clenched teeth, and for the first time in my life I felt a man's dick swell up even more in my ass and spit out load after load after load of ball juice into me. My ass instinctively clenched and released his cock milking Glen for all his DNA. It took a long time for him to finish and when he did he lay down on top of me with his dick still in my ass. I was now a committed cum-in-my-ass addict. We fucked twice more that night before I went home missing curfew which was well worth it. Glen and I fucked for the next 6 years every chance I got to get away including when I went away to university. I would come home and spend the weekend with him claiming to be staying on campus to study. But, finally on our last weekend after I had graduated, Glen told me he had been transferred and that was the last I saw him.

Part 1 In Louisville, there used to be a theater named Savoy. It was built late 1800’s and was used for vaudeville and later burlesque. Last, it was used as a movie house as so many of the theaters evolved into such to stay open. The movies that were shown were porn. By this time in its existence, it had fallen on hard times and just tried to eke out a niche and provide a profit for the owner. The inside if one ever looked closely was one of magnificence. It truly had been a fashionable theater in its heyday. But, true to form with admission payments declining repairs and maintenance were done only on an emergency basis. Yeah, it had become a seedy establishment. After paying admission, a walk through a lobby that reeked of mustiness and stale popcorn and some other odors that couldn’t be determined, you could find old movie posters sagging and staring at you along the front entry way. At the top of the incline, rest rooms were to the left and a very small and unappetizing snack bar was to the right. (In all my trips to Savoy, I can’t recall ever seeing anyone ever buying anything—thank goodness.) Through the double doors that lead directly into the ground floor auditorium seating, you could go on to a seat in the main auditorium or turn to the right and go upstairs to the balcony. There were additional stairs at the front of the theater located on either side of the balcony. My first trip was a discovery for me. I took a seat on the main floor and watched trying to learn how things worked. Soon enough I thought I had it pretty well figured out. What’s not to figure out with such blatant cruising going on? With this being my first trip and being just over the 21 year old line, I summoned up my courage and headed down the main aisle walking slowly turning at the front of the theater and walked on to the left staircase. I slowly climbed it walking back along the balcony looking into the private boxes. As I passed the last of them, I walked on to the stairs that led to the top and the projectionist booth. I walked behind the booth and came back down the steps on the other side settling into a seat in the center section. There had been several men along the back wall and several more were seated throughout the balcony. I sat and watched the movie but wasn’t really interested since it was straight porn . . . and really bad. I did keep an eye on the rest of the men in the place watching some taking their cocks out and jacking while others moved from seat to seat to get a better look at the cocks being jacked. Occasionally I turned to see who was behind me and what they were doing. Well, needless to say that after about a half hour upstairs and nothing but a few guys jacking their cocks, I was not impressed. I checked out the back wall guys again and even they had quietly gone. I decided to go up and stand awhile to see if that held a better vantage for watching and for being seen. The back two rows of seats had been removed leaving a platform where you might sit but not in a seat. I chose to stand and finally leaned into the platform shifting around just for variation. As I watched the men in the balcony and more of the movie, I did finally begin to think about how this place would be so hot to have sex. I started reacting with my cock getting a little hard. I stuffed my hands in my shorts pockets and began playing with myself. What the hell. I never really got all that hard but wasn’t totally deflated either. Then, I saw a movement to my left. I turned and saw standing there a tall Black man that was very well built. He was almost dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. We looked back and forth at each other until we almost simultaneously smiled slightly and nodded. I glanced back at the movie and then back to him. He had put his right hand in his shorts pocket. I could tell he was definitely stroking his dick but he was ever so subtle about it. I readjusted my own dick pushing it to my left hand where I resumed stroking myself. At the same time, I twisted my body to the left so that what I was doing could also be seen. We watched each other intently as my heart began pumping more rapidly blood throughout my body. I was sure he could hear how rapid my heart was beating and how I was having difficulty breathing. After watching each other for several minutes, this giant of a man walked slowly over to where I stood walking behind me and settling in to my right. Nothing was said between us but we continued to watch the crotch of the other as we pushed our dicks to fill more. I felt his presence. Being the bottom that I am, I was much more interested in his big dick but following cruising protocol was required. As we stood side by side, I began hoping that this was going to be more than just a jack off contest. My mouth was dry as cotton but intent on sucking a cock as well as my ass itching to have it split open and fucked. I had no experience in this place or any like it. First time experiences can be a real disaster or very memorable in a good way. After some time, I felt the backside of a hand rubbing my arm. I turned to my right so as to face this big Black man removing my left hand from my shorts pocket. I reached out to his crotch as I moved closer to him. He removed his hand from his dick and pocket. I replaced his hand with mine and began rubbing his now very big dick through his shorts. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began rubbing down and up my arms repeatedly. I stared unflinching into his eyes as he did into mine. This was going to be a very memorable time. No longer content with this outward rubbing of his dick, I stopped and reached up and unsnapped the clasp of his shorts. He gently grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him bending his head down to mine. He pulled me closer wrapping his arms around me and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss. Our mouths opened and our tongues explored the other. We slowly explored each other swapping spit and tongues until he finally pulled gently away. We both grinned ear to ear. I had slipped across that invisible racial barrier, and I knew there would be no stopping me in the future. He finished unzipping his shorts letting them drop to the floor revealing that he was not wearing underwear. His fattened black cock bounced upward from the release and filled a bit more with his blood. He bent over and picked up his shorts. As soon as he had begun to unzip his shorts, I had quickly unsnapped my own and unzipped them following his lead. He laid his on the back platform where there had been seats. I put my shorts and underwear next to his. He next pulled his t-shirt off as did I. Those were deposited on top of the shorts. We stood and stared at the other and ourselves. Such contrast between the two of us. He was so tall and big and, I’m not meaning just his big uncut black dick. I stood at 5’ 10” at 155 pounds for my 33-inch waist with blue eyes, brown hair, clean shaven, and though not deeply tanned I was not lily white. This Black man stood at least 6’ 5” or so beset with muscles from work weighing over 230 pounds, short black hair, dark sparkling eyes, a huge smile, and a gentleness that betrayed his bearing. Though he presented as a gentle giant to me, he later showed that he could and would be commanding with obedience expected. His dick had a beautiful hood that had stretched backwards a bit. In the dim of theatre light, I could see his dick was covered by thick fat veins. It had to be at least 9 inches if not more and real thick with a slight upward curve. It was beautiful. I reached for it taking it into my right hand gently touching the skin moving my hands all over his dick. I felt those thick fat veins and after wrapping my right hand around as much of his dick as I could, I began slowly pumping its full length. I watched his big black upward curved cock as I felt it swell slightly more in my hand. I was so captivated. The thick clear ooze that gently seeped out of the piss slit fascinated and excited me. The sensation felt as if my hand were being scalded. I knelt in front of him and began to pry open my mouth and insert this man-Sequoia into me. I had to stop and quickly call up some spit working slowly with this process until I at last was able to get most of this tasty dick in my mouth where I slathered it with spit from my tongue and worked lovingly to invite as much of his blood to engorge this beauty to its fullest. This was going to be a very, very memorable first visit. I worked on getting more and more of this behemoth in me sliding further down the shaft until I would gag backing off not to cause a scene. I continued to work my mouth onto his beautiful black dick as he began to moan slightly and sway gently forward and backwards aiding me in my quest . . . and his. After feasting on this beast for several minutes, I uncoupled my mouth from his dick putting my right hand around it fully jacking it slowly as my head darted lower to his balls. I began licking and sucking on them as I could in my position. He slowly re-positioned his feet giving me room. After much sucking, he placed his right foot high on the platform making his balls totally accessible now. I began working my mouth around them as I continued jacking him with my right hand. I was so taken with this Black man and how he tasted. Many minutes passed with my rapt attention being paid to his cock and balls. He set his foot back down on the floor, reached down to me and pulled me up to meet his lips once again. He bent me backwards and opened his mouth wide and drove his tongue deep into me as I held onto him. He ended this soulful kissing by moving his mouth down to my throat where he began licking it to the side eventually stopping just below my ear where he bit me ever so gently but with a great gusto of feeling. I was so hooked on this pain. He reached his right hand to my left nipple where he squeezed tightly and began twisting it hard. I was left gasping in erotic agony clenching my hold on him even tighter as small guttural moans of pleasure began to pass out of me. We continued this way for an unknown amount of time. I was so caught up with this Black man who had drawn out of me this pleasure and desire for more of the pain he inflicted. He was so good at bringing my senses of sexuality to the surface and releasing me from my prison of plain Jane sex. He was making sure that every time after him I was going to need such erotic painful pleasure to have any satisfaction. This man was not going to be just an anonymous one timer—I was determined. When he finally released me, I felt so drained and yet so invigorated. I was ready for more; whatever he wanted. He knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. This big Black man was going to claim another prize. Part 2 He raised upright and smiled down at me and winked. He then slowly began twisting my shoulders, and I obeyed turning away from him. He reached around me and began moving our clothes pulling his shorts out putting them to the side. Without a word, he bent me over the platform so as to lie on our remaining clothes. I adjusted my position for comfort as he stepped behind me and knelt. I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart with his massive hands and his hot breath hitting my ass hole. Then, there was a huge wet tongue being pressed deep and hard into my hole pushing it open. It was as if there was a small dick trying to enter me. He drove hard and deep many times followed by his taking the entire width of his tongue and licking straight up from the bottom to the top and finally taking his almost unnoticed scruffy day old beard stubble dragging it the full length back down scratching my hide as if sandpaper had been applied. He continued with this assault which stimulated and excited me to no end. I was having a great deal of difficulty in dealing with the stimulation that he was unleashing in me. I was delirious with erotic desire at what he was doing to me. Again, too soon, it came to an end, and I was feeling so drained of energy. I laid there in my sweat trying to recover but prepared for whatever next he had planned. I felt and heard him pull his shorts off the platform and then saw them tossed back soon enough. He stood up and leaned over to my ear and asked if I wanted to get fucked. I turned my head and said yes. He told me that I would need some help but he could accommodate that. He had something that would make things a lot easier for me and make things a lot more intense for me and him. He asked if I was cool with that; I told him that I was. As I lay there ready for whatever next happened with this Black man, I heard a slight sound to my left. My head jerked quickly and saw four men standing and watching us: three were black and one white. Quickly, I was very self-conscious and started to get up. He grabbed me quickly and told me to chill. They were only watching and enjoying us. I was still nervous but finally became assured. I bent back over the platform as he motioned to one of the men who stepped up to my head. He knelt in front of me and smiled and winked. He told me it was okay that I was among friends here. I felt my ass being pried open by two thick fingers a couple of times resulting in a “damn” being spit out. One of the other men walked over behind me. I felt my ass hole being literally physically pried open by three fingers; these were not the same fingers as before. I then felt a finger carefully maneuvering its way deep into my hole as the other three fingers slowly withdrew. I now had one thick finger inside me which I fleetingly hoped and believed to belong to my Black man. He began to move the tip around rubbing and massaging my insides for a few seconds and then slowly withdrawing it but continuing to massage my insides. Once again, I felt my hole being physically stretched open with three fingers only this time an attempt to open me even wider was made which gave some pain. Again, I felt the slow insertion of that thick finger with the entire massaging taking place once more. This time though I was feeling some heat, and my ass was beginning to become antsy. This really felt super hot. The thick finger continued to massage my inside as far as it could reach. My ass began to feel the need for more . . . and bigger I heard him get up glanced backwards at him and found him looking at me. I looked at him as he smiled broadly. He asked, “How’s that feel?” I told him warm and very different. He chuckled as did all the other men. He handed a small tin to the other man in front of me who dipped his finger into the contents. He brought his finger to my nostril with some white powder on it. He put his left hand on my face pushing his index finger against my nostril. “Sniff hard.” is all he said as he put the powder at my other nostril. I sniffed as directed and felt the almost fine powder enter my nostril. “Again.” he said. I did. “Beautiful, man.” I was now beginning to realize that I had just embarked on a chem-fueled public sex fucking. Well, first time for everything. Besides, it was too late to back out now. And, backing out was not in the cards. As I lay there taking on my newly found energy and sexual liberty, I slowly came to realize that my ass was now being massaged with a lube. I was being prepped for entry. I heard talk but not the words. I was aware of men but not the number. I was aware of where I was. I also was aware that my ass was now on fire and screaming at me for being empty—(How did that happen?)—as well as my nose burning and itching. My head was swooning but going nowhere. Once more I looked down to find a black finger covered in white powder being held up to my nose. I confusedly looked at the finger then lowered my nostril to it as another finger closed off one nostril. I sharply inhaled much more quickly and deeply than before. Then, I felt a mounting pressure at my ass hole that increased more and more. The man in front of me took my chin and turned my face to his. I thought I heard him say to breathe deeply several times. I looked at him from space. He smiled pressing his thumb into my nostril as he placed a brown small bottle next to my other nostril. I lay there momentarily until he reminded me to inhale as deeply as I could several times. I began inhaling deeply and with each breath I felt a rush of heat push through into my lungs filling me with such euphoria and exhilaration. I breathed in the aroma from the little brown bottle and then did a second larger lungful with a final third that was the least of all. My head dropped, my body jolted, my lungs felt like lava and beautiful, and now I was convulsing. No, I was not convulsing; I was shaking. Everything was shaking. Shaking roughly. It had to be a convulsion. No. As I breathed fresh air, I slowly came back to reality and discovered that my hips were being held tightly and my ass hole was stretched open and something was happening. Oh. Fuck. Yes. I was being fucked. That’s what it was. I turned my head around to find my big Black man grinning at me as he gripped my hips tightly in his hands and was pumping his fat black cock in and out of my ass. I had to think. What had happened? The brown bottle; I breathed deeply. The jolt. That was it. My Black man had rammed his big black dick in my ass after I had taken deep hits from that bottle. My senses were returning quickly now. I felt this huge dick in my ass turning once more to more clearly see that, yes, I was being fucked by this tall Black man. He was invading me over and over and over again full length. Then, I became aware of my ass and how full it was feeling and how it was screaming for more of this fucking. I roused myself and became more aware of this invasion and departure. Soon I was clamping down with my muscles on this big black dick as it exited my ass and relaxed them as it made another invasion. “Oh, fuck, yeah, man! Grab that big dick of mine.” This man was going to enjoy himself as much as I was. My head was gently turned forward once more. My nostril was closed and I felt a presence under my other nostril. I exhaled deeply through my mouth. A slow constant inhalation of the fumes from the brown bottle began until no longer could I inhale. The bottle was removed; I held my breath until I could no longer do so exhaling slowly but deeply. I felt my other nostril being closed. Once more I inhaled deeply. My head was spinning; I knew I was smiling giddily; my head now felt heavy; I had to focus hard on using my sphincter muscle squeezing this gargantuan black dick in my ass to please its owner. He began fucking me harder still as I kept pace with his tempo. Not too tightly squeezing his cock; I didn’t want to disrupt his thrusts and level of commitment to finishing. Several more minutes of his thrusting in me when I heard him begin a slow low guttural moan the built. His pitch of growling intensified as his tempo of fucking me intensified. They were one and the same that ended finally with his slapping my ass cheeks several times extremely hard grabbing my hips again as he made a final plunge deep inside me where his big black dick began convulsing and shivering and delivering the contents of his balls deep into me as he began panting and swearing while huge drops of sweat flung themselves from his body onto mine. He held his dick fully deep in me as the last drops of his DNA fluid raced through his long blood-gorged fat dick exiting into my awaiting ass. He slipped out slowly as I gently caressed his dick length to fully obtain all that precious fluid of his. My ass screamed at being so empty. I was frantic and desperate. He stepped forward to me kneeling down kissing me deeply. He asked if I wanted more. “Yes. Please. Lots more.” He turned looking at the men behind us and nodded. I felt almost instantly my ass cheeks being spread open and a pressure at my hole. No difficulty in this entry as I felt this dick slide fully into me and begin the journey to completion. My Black man took the brown bottle and replaced the man who had given me the amyl. He held the bottle to my nose and told me to gently inhale. I did so. I was so turned on once more floating through this new fucker. My Black man gave me small doses as I was being fucked. He must have known what level I was enjoying myself. I never got the full amount as I had with him. But, it did add to my enjoyment of this dick invading and departing as it did. I was being fucked in public and loved every stroke of the dick. This fucker was not as rough and did not last as long as my Black man but he was fucking me. His delivery came soon enough and I savored that load of cum as well. I felt his dick also spasm and swell with each spewing of his cum into my ass. He slowly pulled out of my ass leaving me once more with my ass screaming that it was empty. I started upright in protest but was gently pulled back down. I looked at my Black man who smiled back and winked. Just as he did, I felt my cheeks once more being pulled apart and another dick buried fully into me. I was treated again to small doses of amyl with each succeeding man who fucked me. I spent almost two hours laying there being fucked by every man who wanted to rid themselves of their DNA. This Black man had me hooked on being fucked in public. Never again would I be hesitant or afraid of being an exhibitionist. When no more men were in line, the Black man leaned in and kissed me saying that the party was almost over. I looked back seeing no one. But my ass still needed more. As I had gazed backwards at the empty space, this Black man had stood and walked once more to my ass. I saw him come into view and smiled which he returned. Once more I felt him place his big hands on my hips as his big uncut black dick pushed in at my hole. I lay there needing him to return inside me. Indeed, he did return pushing straight in all the way. I grasped him once more as he began his retreat. I milked his fat uncut dick each time he withdrew praying for his return inside me. More and more this gargantuan black dick invaded my insides. Harder and harder he drove himself and his thick and veined uncut sex tube. As he shoved his way in again, I felt him leaning forward until I felt his hand at my cheek. I turned to see in his hand the small brown bottle he held out. As he short fucked my ass, I leaned over covering my left nostril exhaling deeply coming to rest just above the bottle opening. I inhaled deeply. I felt my lungs burn and the full body flush hit me as before. My ass had momentarily been deprived of movement in it until the cap had been replaced on the bottle. I exhaled as my Black man began to spear me again in earnest. I wandered about in my exhilaration feeling my ass being gloriously pummeled smiling slightly with total satisfaction. All too soon, though, I was jolted into reality as my hole began to be the recipient of supersonic piston workings. The growling intensified as before. This time the growling was more intense and louder. The fucking that was being done sped up more. The growling became deeper and louder. More speed; more growling; faster; louder. Then, the home ramming to release round two of cum from this big Black man right from his balls through his fat uncut dick and into my ass where it would be absorbed and become a part of me. He bent over and laid his body atop mine as we both heaved in air and waited for our hearts to return to normal. In time that seemed as long as an eternity, we did return to normal. He stood up slowly and slid his dick out of my ass. I slowly stood up and was unsteady. This Black man held me steady until I was secure on my feet. We dressed in silence after which he hugged me again and kissed me deeply. I felt the biggest emptiness in my life as I had never felt before. He asked what I was going to do now. I told him probably go home and cry. He asked why. I told him because I wasn’t ready to stop. I was feeling the need to be fucked more. He smiled and said, “Good. You and I need more time together.” So, we walked out of the Savoy. Oddly, our cars were parked three spaces from each other. I followed him to his house where we went inside ready for more from each other. We entered his house. He locked the front door and turned to me stripping immediately as I followed suit. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply once more. It was such a wonderful feeling of him invading my mouth, but I was in more need of his invading my ass. I followed him to his bedroom where we tossed back the covers and climbed onto the bed. He pinned me down kissing me and biting my neck. His ability to heighten my excitement was unreal. I had never had such sexual feelings and urgencies brought out of me. He began working his way down my body working his tongue and teeth all along my torso until he reached my cock that he inhaled fully. I almost screamed at the sensation of his hot moist mouth as it encompassed my cock sucking it into his mouth to be rolled around and licked by his tongue. This Black man knew how to fully appreciate sex. With ease, he finally pulled off my limp cock gently pushing me to one side indicating that I should turn onto my stomach. I felt his big hands raise my hips as he settled down onto the bed and once more his tongue invading my ass and licking the sweat and leaked cum from my crack. He drove me into a frenzy with his tongue as my ass continued to scream louder and louder that it needed to be filled again. This perfectionist of a sexual being knew what he was doing, and I let him. I felt his body raising up and moving upwards on the bed. I felt his hard cock being carefully aligned to ride the crack of my ass as he came lower on the bed so that his head was near mine. “You were really a hot sight at Savoy today. Do you know how many men fucked you?” I shook my head no. “You took on nine men plus me. You took eleven loads of cum in your ass, man. And, I get you more now that we’re here. You want me to fuck you some more?” I shook my head yes. This giant Black man began shifting his hips causing his big black cock to move around my ass crack. My legs began to spread apart slightly to give access to my ass. I felt the head of his cock finally drop low enough in my ass crack to be close to my hole. He began pushing and pulling back slightly so that he could get his cock aligned to make that plunge back into my hole. I cautiously lay there to let him make all the moves but did make the effort to raise my hips from the bed for better access for him. With only a few attempts, the head of his cock finally found its mark and began putting pressure on my ass hole. I held steady as he increased his pressure feeling my sphincter popping open at last allowing his beautiful black cock to slide smoothly into me. My ass began screaming it “thank you” for being occupied once more. He slid his black cock all the way inside me stopping only when there was nothing more to enter after I had reached back pulling my cheeks as wide apart as I could. I felt the weight of this Black man fully on my body just as I felt the full length of his wonderful black cock inserted into my ass. I was once more going to enjoy a fuck from this anonymous Black man. We lay there briefly until I felt his cock withdrawing only to return full length. He continued to slow fuck my ass as I absorbed every nerve ending in my body that was firing off all the excitement and satisfaction possible. I became wrapped up in the sensation of this Black man entering and leaving my own body and all the erotic feelings that he was stirring in me. I began pushing back onto his cock as he would plunge into me. I was determined that I was going to stimulate this Black man’s cock to full sexual arousal and to give him the ultimate satisfaction of a hot sweat-producing, nut busting fuck possible. He began chewing my ear and neck and licking deeply into my ear as he reached below me with his left hand finding my nipple and squeezing it hard as he twisted it. My moans and groans told him what he wanted to know. He intensified his fucking and working my left nipple as I continued to moan and groan working my ass muscles around his cock. “Oh, fuck, yeah, man. Oh, shit. Fuck me. Harder, man. Fuck me harder. Damn, oh, fucking damn!” was only the beginning of my verbal consent to him. Driven by my verbal, he continued on with his assault on my left nipple as his now fully engorged superior black cock rocketed into and out of my ass shaking the bed as I felt more clearly his body weight pressing down on me. His tempo increased in almost imperceptible amounts until I suddenly was aware that he was almost literally bouncing off my ass with his groin area. A split moment later he pushed himself up off my body as he let loose of my left nipple creating such additional wonderful pain there as he rose up behind me grabbing my hips with both of his hands and within less than a half dozen hard full thrusts of his black hardened as steel cock into my ass, he began releasing his cum load into me again as he growled from his diaphragm. I felt the sweat from his body drop onto my ass as he pumped his cock into me slower and slower releasing the last of his deposit. He all too soon made one final shove into me with his wonderful black cock holding it fully inside and began to once more lay down full length on top of me. We lay there for a few seconds until he slid onto his right side on the bed with me still impaled on his cock. It felt right. I was almost sated but still had a yearning for more. He was also sated for the moment. Once recuperated, he leaned into my ear and said, “I hope you don’t have any plans for the rest of this weekend.” I looked around at him and said, “Yes, I do as long as you don’t mind having me as company.”

Part 13 Monday morning rolled around. I had slept soundly after being in the sun by and in the pool. Add to that the session with Neil and Glen had drained me of my energy. I was reinvigorated though now and ready for the week. I set about moving through the day which was uneventful. The usual meetings and questions plus calls and correspondence filled my day. Stuart made sure that everything went smoothly. I’d have to reward him some way for making my life so easy. I did not want to lose him. The day ended with me going home and going through my mail after seeing and spending time with my girls. I got a call from a buddy—Jerry—who asked if I’d like to go to a movie with him. We arranged to meet and spent the evening in the dark theater. Afterwards, we grabbed a light supper and went our separate ways. I went off to bed as soon as I took care of my girls again. There was a need on occasion to recharge the batteries and just take things easy. I woke up a couple of times during the night and listened. It was an odd feeling but since I heard nothing and my girls didn’t give any hint of things out of order, I went back to sleep. Tuesday went about the same as Monday. I made notes on my calendar to get money for James for this Friday and next Thursday. I told Stuart I was taking time off so that he could get ready any papers for me before I left and notified department heads of my time out of the office and being unavailable to contact. There was a pecking order that was followed when I was gone. I left on time going home after picking up some things at a couple of stores. I got home and had just let my girls out when the phone rang. I answered it and found Kevin on the line. “Hey, man. How’s my favorite neighbor up the street,” Kevin asked. “I’m doing okay. How are you, Kevin? You three work over any poor unsuspecting soul lately,” I chimed back. “Naaaaw. Not since nailing your ass,” he said. “In fact, I was calling to see if you was up for some company tomorrow night. I’ve got a set of balls that are turning blue an don’t look good with my black skin.” “Oh? Black and blue are my two most favorite colors. Well, when I’m wearing them I should add,” I said and chuckled. “Tomorrow night. I think that would be a great evening. What time will you three arrive?” “No; just goin’ to be me. I think we need a private session. You know what I mean,” Kevin said. “Oh, you want a private session so you can breed me rather than just fuck me. That sounds real good to me. I look forward to it. What time,” I asked. I knew in order to be ready tomorrow it would have to be a short day. “Yeah, man. We had a connection. You need it as much as I do. I could tell you get off on getting bred by a big dicked Black man like me. It’s how you got pozzed, isn’t it? I know it is. Don’t matter to me though. I’m gonna plant more of mine in you an I know you’ll love taking every drop of it,” Kevin went on. I kept the phone to my ear as I let my girls back inside and fed them. I thought about what he had said finally responding after the long silence, “You know, you’ve read me right. I believe I was nailed by a poz Black man. No accusation or regret there. Just an honest response from me. You and I both know and understand what joins us. You give; I accept. So, tomorrow night about six? Is that okay,” I asked. “Six works. And, just so you know, I’m gonna breed you all night. Right?” he asked. I smiled slightly and said, “You breed me all night. I get up at seven to get to work on time. That gives you eleven hours to plant as much of that tainted poison you call cum in my ass that you can.” “You cum whore; see you tomorrow night,” Kevin said and hung up. I stood there for a few seconds and replaced the receiver. I looked at my girls who were sitting obediently. “You’re daddy is going to get fucked again tomorrow night. No, he’s going to get bred all night long. Are you two up for it?” They wiggled their tails in response. I fixed a light supper and fed my girls. We did the home office work and went downstairs to the play room. I hadn’t been in it in awhile. I went inside and checked all of the supplies. I made a list of what I needed to order from Dim. I stopped and thought about him and smiled. We went back upstairs after making sure that everything was in shape. We passed through the house. I noted what the cleaning service had not done and made a mental note to call Brian. We then went outside and made the rounds. I went to the pool house and checked the service call log. The pool chemical balances were all within acceptable ranges this trip. I thought that odd since I’d had the pool party. I suppose it was just luck. We walked back to the house locking the back door before proceeding through the rest of the house checking the doors. We then went back to the kitchen where I prepared all three of us a snack. We went to my bedroom where I stripped and got in bed. The girls took their positions and waited patiently. I fed them their snack and ate mine. I turned on the television and set it for two hours to shut off. It was still early but I had to make up for the time I was going to miss in the afternoon. I soon drifted off and was fading in and out of sleep when the phone rang. I was a bit irritated but answered it. “Hello,” I said a bit rudely. “Bill? This is Daryl. We met online, and I dropped by last week. I hope you remember me,” I heard in the earpiece. I quickly shook off my irritation and replied, “Of course, I remember you, Daryl. I have loads of memories of you.” “Good. I’ve been thinking about you and was wondering what you were up to,” he said. “Just my usual work during the day and my evenings are whatever comes up,” I said admitting to nothing. “What have you been up to?” “Working like you and I’ve been thinking more though about when I’ll get another invitation to drop over and fuck you full of my cum,” Daryl said. “I enjoyed your ass wrapped around my dick and was impressed how you took such a pounding from me. I really enjoyed myself.” “Good. I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed yourself. I know that I enjoyed our visit a lot—a whole lot. You’re welcome any time I’m available. I do have plans for tomorrow night though. When did you want to come over?” I asked. “Well, I was thinking this weekend. In fact, I was hoping to get a weekend invitation so I could breed you full of my dirty seed. You love taking it, and I love giving it. Makes for an excellent match,” Daryl said. “I have some business on Friday at some time in the evening. I won’t know exactly when it will take place. I don’t mean a fuck date either. So, what about we plan on a weekend but not sure as to the exact time you can come over. I am sorry that I can’t be more generous than that.” I said with great regret while hoping that Daryl wouldn’t feel rejected. “For what it is worth, I do very much like the idea of you breeding me for an entire weekend.” “Well, then, it’s the weekend. You’ve got my number and can call when it’s okay for me to come over. You do remember how I love breeding willing white men. You do know this time I’m going to tear your ass up good,” Daryl said providing me the opportunity to back out. “I remember what we talked about, and I also remembered how you were ‘gentle’ with me the first time. You breed me in the greatest depth of depravity that you know and deposit all your poison as far up inside me as you can where it can’t get out,” I said. “We’ll talk on Friday then. I am going to save all my ball juices for you. I’m going to knock you up good, white man,” Daryl said. “You’re going to take my poison juice, and knowing you for the short time I have you’re going to love it. I’ll talk to you Friday then. Night.” “I’ll be ready for you just as soon as you come through the door. I’ll have the girls put up, and I will be ready,” I said. “Night.” I hung up the phone. I told my girls it was all right and to go back to sleep. I followed my own advice and was soon deep in a restful sleep. Part 14 The alarm awakened me. I rose and followed my routine leaving for my office. I arrived earlier than usual which caused some uplifted eyebrows. I went to work on some upcoming items and checked my calendar for the next three weeks. I had to clear it for sure for my trip. As I finished outlining what I needed, Stuart arrived. I gave him a copy of what I needed and by when setting him in motion to arrange everything. Everyone knew that when Stuart said “now” it was the same as my saying it. The pace in the office picked up and schedules were re-arranged. I was able to leave a little earlier than I had planned which was good. I wanted all the time I could have to be ready for tonight and Kevin. My girls were surprised at my coming home early but were pleased at seeing me. They grinned and playfully jumped around telling me of their enthusiasm. I walked through the house as they ran to the back door where they exited to take care of their business. Returning, I treated them to a biscuit each. We went back through to my bedroom where I stripped and went into my bathroom. I filled the tub with warm water and settled in as the two of them settled down on the cool floor. I soaked myself thoroughly warming my core temperature to give me a bit of a zip in energy. I looked up at the clock seeing I had now broiled for almost three quarters of an hour. I should be getting myself ready which I set about doing. Afterwards, I dried off and we walked into the bedroom. I folded the spread placing it in the closet out of the way. I pulled back the cover and climbed in setting the clock. I wanted to nap and would just get one before Kevin showed up right on time. My girls settled in close to me. They sensed something was up and that tonight they were going to be unable to sleep in bed with me. My girls were very astute and understood my moods and actions. The alarm sounded at 5:30. I had slept but not deeply knowing that I would need the sleep to make up for tonight as well as the energy that I would derive from such. I got out of bed and let my girls out. We went back to the bedroom to make a last minute check of things finding all was ready. As we walked down the hall the doorbell rang. My girls raced off letting it be known they were on guard and not going to take any prisoners. I hushed them as I reached the door looking through the peep hole. It was Kevin right on time. “Sir, won’t you enter so that we can get to breeding your toxic cum up in my ass. How’s that for being forward?” I laughed as Kevin stepped through the door which I closed quickly behind him locking it. He bent over and patted my girls. “Off you go to your bedroom for tonight. Your bedroom, girls. How are you, sexy man?” I asked sincerely moving toward Kevin. Kevin stepped toward me. Quick as a flash, his left hand flew through the air landing on my cheek with a resounding sound. I stopped. I straightened my head but stood perfectly still except for my cock and balls which now were in a dance of their own. My balls rolled around inside my nut case as my cock began lifting upwards eventually beginning to give a telltale sign of oozing that slick clear pre-cum fluid. It was all over in a matter of less than five seconds. “I had to know. You for real on that hurtin’ bit. I gotta be careful though with you. I get carried away sometime and can’t stop. You know now. I get off on breedin’ white pigs like you and stuffin’ you full of my poison nut juice and beatin’ you and whatever else I can. I don’t want to scare you but your kind ain’t always available for me.” Kevin said. I looked at Kevin reaching out to him saying, “Now, you know about me, too. Together we will make sure that you get totally satisfied in your lust but also make sure that there is no harm done. I can tell that your slap has excited you as much as it did me.” I said this as I removed Kevin’s shirt as he kicked off his sandals and let his shorts drop to the floor. I scooped his clothes up and winked at him walking away to the bedroom. Kevin’s clothes were placed in a chair. I turned seeing him heading for the bathroom; I followed immediately. Inside, he had reached the commode. “Wait, please. I’ll drink that if you’d like.” Kevin turned back to me, and I knelt on the floor opening my mouth. Kevin took a couple of steps to me raising his hooded beautifully veined dick in my mouth where I closed around it making a seal. It was still semi-rigid despite the walk from the front door. I tasted the pre-cum he had produced. I quickly darted my tongue beneath his hood and swirled it around. It was fucking awesome! I no sooner had removed my tongue when the first trickle of warm salty water hit my tongue filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly and continued to swallow making sure that not one drop was lost. Kevin’s flow finally began ebbing until it was only a trickle followed by short spurts of the residual. Marvelous! I felt Kevin pulling backwards from me; I released his dick gently and slowly. He reached up once more to take it in his hand pulling it the last way from my mouth. I looked upward to him in gratitude and with lust as my own dick bobbed in excitement. He pulled me upwards placing his arms around me for the first time. I put mine around his neck. Kevin finally tilted his head and leaned to me where our mouths met opening to the other. We kissed passionately and deeply driving our tongues into each other’s mouth where our spit mixed and became one fluid belonging not to one but to both of us. Kevin finally began the break, and we stared at each other. “Dude, your kind don’t come along often an’ I gotta breed you good,” he said. “I gotta fill you up with my nut juice and knock you up, man, with my own strain. Just understand, no strings on me. You cling an’ I won’t have nothin’ to do with you. You know my buds don’t know ‘bout me totally. We all know the risk, but I the one that’s tagged.” “Kevin, you will find I’m not the clinging kind. I’m too much of a cum whore to settle for just one man. You can breed me all you want any way you want for as long as you want. Just understand that you won’t be the only man shooting his cum in my ass and if I’m lucky shooting his poz cum in my ass. And, yes, I love drinking piss. I love taking piss up my ass, too. I just hate it washing out any cum that’s up there though. Your housemates will not find out from me. Finally, yes, I’m a masochist. No abuse or injury and few limits but there are points of definite interest and willingness for you to explore. Okay?” We began walking back to the bedroom. “Cool,” he replied. “Now, one thing: What happened to that fat PA you had? I was looking forward to it joining us and ripping my ass up. I mean, if you’re going to breed me good and proper,” I added. “I didn’t want to crack any of your teeth or tear you up too much for what all I want to do to you. ‘Sides, your ass is going to get tore up for sure. My poison is goin’ in you an’ ain’t comin’ out of your ass. I been thinkin’ about this almost from the first time I fucked you. Knockin’ you up with my baby batter an’ makin’ you get flu again. Man, just the thought of it turns me on somethin’ deep,” Kevin emphasized to me. “But, ‘fore the night’s over, I’ll put that back in and use it to tear you up some more just to be sure I knock you up.” He smiled this wicked smile and drove his tongue back into my mouth for a quick kiss. “I took a short nap. I figured I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight,” I said. “Well, I hope I don’t get much sleep.” We both laughed and broke our holds moving out of the bath room and into the bedroom. At the edge of the bed, I pulled the drawers open on the night stand starting at the bottom. I said nothing but showed Kevin what was in each drawer to let him know the contents were his to use. We climbed onto the bed and settled in side by side. “You a party man,” Kevin said. It was not a question but a declaration. Kevin was beginning to understand me better. “Yes, I party. Not to excess but definitely party when it adds to the flavor of the scene,” I said. “I do poppers, ethyl, 420, coke once—loved it—but mostly meth. I snort it, smoke it, bootie bump it, and slam it which I love best of all. I love getting all partied up and letting loose with a man who will take charge and use me hard and good. I get tina dick which is best for me as my biggest sex organ is my ass. Now, whether or not I use is always up to the man or men I’m with. I let him or them decide as I need for them to be totally satisfied in using me for their pleasure.” We looked at each other letting my words settle between us. He finally grinned slightly and winked. “Do you enjoy using a cum whore like me?” I asked suspecting that I already knew the answer. “Oh, yeah, man. Love usin’ and hurtin’ white dudes like you. Just not enough of you can take it from me. Gonna cut you some this time though first time just us. Gonna concentrate on getting’ you preg with my poison. Need to breed you this time and hurt you next.” Kevin said. “And, I think that’s what you’d enjoy. Fuckin’ you full of my poison now and then next time move on to the next level.” I thought about the intimacy that Kevin was suggesting knowing that it was meant to be taken personal but with no emotional attachments. “I believe you are right, Kevin. This time you and I will make our connection and next time we’ll build on this connection and progress where you and I need to go,” I said looking at him. We had been engaged in this chat as we lay next to each other on the bed. I knew that my cock had been seeping an amount of pre-cum just hearing our conversation as my balls had begun gently rolling around inside their container as I had heard and contributed to the conversation letting all the words sink in. My cock had bounced around a few times also in hearing all this and anticipating what would happen this night. I knew also that Kevin had been affected by our proximity and conversation as more than once I had felt his fleshy hooded cock reach out to me making contact. I knew without having to look that Kevin, too, was leaking his copious thick and sticky pre-cum. I was beginning to hunger for the taste of this man and feel him invading me repeatedly so that he could once more in multiple orgasms fill me with the juices of his heavy pair of nuts. “I know I can load you at least two or three times but I wanna drain every bit of my nuts in you. So, I’m gonna take one of those pills you got stashed inna drawer,” Kevin said beginning a smile. He rose up turning around to the edge of the bed and opening a drawer. He retrieved one of the bottles taking out one pill popping it into his mouth and swallowing with a little difficulty. He replaced the bottle rummaged through the drawer as well as two more removing several items placing them on the nightstand. “While we wait for it to kick in, let’s do some.” I had risen upright on the bed making myself comfortable as Kevin had made himself at home. I watched as he had taken a Viagra. I knew from the two previous meetings that he did not need such a pill. I figured he was just hedging his opportunity to have more “incentive” to fuck me even more. He had taken from the drawers a bottle of poppers, a can of Maximum Impact, a handkerchief, a bottle of KY, my favorite plug, several cock rings, a couple of towels, a jar of my special blend of Crisco with secret ingredients, a bag of pot and pipe, and finally another pipe, lighter, and several small bags of meth. I reached over picking up my favorite leather strap. “May I or would you prefer me to use rope to bind my balls? I prefer my balls be pushed down away from my body.” I said. Kevin looked at the strap. I quickly rose up on my knees and snapped it into place. I then lifted up my dick for his view. “Let me see what the rope looks like.” I knee-walked over to the other side of the bed and retrieved my rope. I stood on the floor removing the strap and began wrapping the rope around my balls tucking the end so that it did not interfere with anything. Once more I lifted my cock up as I walked around to Kevin to view. He stared and then held the strap up in front of the rope. “Leave the rope on; use the strap another time.” I got back on the bed settling once more beside Kevin. He had been busy. I saw one pipe had been packed with pot. The glass pipe had been filled with meth. The top from the spray had been removed and tossed on the floor out of the way. Kevin had found that the bags of meth were of two types: some bags held intact crystals while other bags had been crushed into a fine powder. Kevin separated them and had gone back into the drawer after the alcohol swabs, water, band, Sharpie, mixing bottle, and points. He marked the points laying them to the side. “You real cool, dude. You got this set right. You do know how to party,” he said and laughed loudly going back to his work. “Come lay out your slam.” I moved off the bed and around him. I picked up one of the fine powder bags. I opened a drawer moving a couple of items before retrieving my “shovel”. (I had found that an item used to push back cuticle on fingers worked beautifully for measuring meth.) I also retrieved a 3 by 3 black piece of paper putting it on the nightstand. I measured out my hit dumping it into the mixing bottle. I added the water and began mixing the content. As I worked on the mixing, Kevin had lit the pipe with the pot and inhaled. He looked up at me, and I bent over. We shotgunned the hit. We repeated a couple of more times. Kevin searched through the drawers until he found the pointless syringe he had seen earlier. He measured out some more meth about the same quantity I had. I looked at the bottle and opened it. I took a point and filled the syringe tapping out the air until the barrel was ready. Kevin took the bottle and dumped the new contents adding water. Somehow, he mixed his lot much faster than I had and sucked it up into the pointless syringe. Kevin lit the pot once more; we shotgunned again. I knew I was being affected and presumed that Kevin was also. I was becoming antsy in anticipation of this play time. It was my usual mode. I get really excited and turned on when I party and especially when I party with a man such as Kevin. “Put a pillow under your hips,” Kevin said. “You gonna plunge this bump when I hit your arm.” I did as I was told ending up on my back with my ass stuck in the air on top of two pillows instead of one. I pulled my legs back to my chest and reached down between my legs finding my ass location. Kevin had gone back to the drawer again to pull out the band which he expertly put around my left arm; I pumped my fist several times. Kevin picked up my bump and inserted it into my ass as far as he could. He guided my hand to it and allowed me to adjust so that I could get a good push when he said to. I felt the wipe on my arm and watched as Kevin picked up the point. He put the tip to my skin and began a slow steady push as I felt the small prick. I stared intently as my eyes widened in total excitement. I knew I was leaking heavily now as the pre-cum was hitting my groin. Kevin held steady, then, made a gentle pull back on the plunger. As he did, a quick puff of red shot into the barrel swirling around and mixing with the liquid. My eyes were now wide open and my breathing had become shallow and almost non-existent as I anticipated what was about to happen. I quickly looked up at Kevin and smiled. I nodded slightly and quickly looked back to the barrel. Kevin’s grip never varied but I saw his slow depression of the plunger and the now red fluid begin to disappear into the needle ultimately ending in my arm. When half the contents remained, Kevin quietly said, “Now; hit yours.” I obeyed and depressed the plunger quickly and completely. Kevin reached up and removed the band on my arm, placed a sterile gauze pad over the injection site, and removed the needle. I let go of the syringe in my ass and took the pad pressing it firmly while raising my arm upwards. I looked up at Kevin who was smiling down at me. I coughed three times. Kevin quickly picked up the band and removed the syringe from my ass. I could feel my dick shriveling. I didn’t care. Already I was on fire and super horny. Kevin reached for the pillows under me, and I rolled back onto myself to allow him to pull them away then stretched out fully. “Man, you are flying!” Kevin said and laughed. He picked up the pot pipe and lit it taking a hit then handed it to me. I drew deeply and passed it back to him. “Pull up; you need lube,” Kevin said. I rolled backwards once more. Kevin shoved the bottle of KY in my ass and squeezed gently. I felt horny again with the bottle. He withdrew it and put it back on the nightstand. He climbed onto the bed between my legs spreading them as he pushed them backwards and down onto my chest. I watched his face as he smiled down at me. He never looked at his cock or my ass but moved forward as if a magnet was being drawn to its negative opposite. Our eyes kept locked on each other as he came nearer and nearer. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my ass, and Kevin settled in his spot. Once more I felt the tip of his cock brush my hole but this time there was a pressure applied. He had found the opening and began pushing harder. More and more he pushed as I pushed outward. In a flash his uncut cock popped into my ass. NOW, I was feeling a huge hunger and need for his big uncut cock to invade me fully. I focused on that feeling as more and more of his fully hardened cock slid its way inside me more and more. The deeper he went the more I needed. Kevin finally bottomed out as he pressed his pubes totally flat against my cheeks. Kevin grasped behind my knees and without any ceremony began pounding my hole hard. In and out his cock pistoned in a hard drive using my ass for his pleasure . . . and mine. Our eyes had kept locked onto the other until now. I looked down at his nipples and reached up to them gently rubbing them. I looked back up at Kevin whose eyes were now closed but his face told me what I needed to know. I continued my gentle rubbing as his pounding continued into me. Harder and harder he drove his cock making ever possible effort to go deeper only to be stopped by the bones in his own body. I gently squeezed my sphincter tighter feeling how turgid Kevin’s cock had become. It was most definitely hot wired to his nips which I continued to urge on to higher levels of excitement. Kevin was now pounding my ass jarring me with each of his thrusts. “Oh, fuck, yeah, Kevin. Fuck that hole and feed it with your white glue of poisoned swimmers. Breed me. Breed me, hot man. Flood my ass with your DNA so you can knock me up. You know you and I both want it. Give me that fuck flu from your strain. Please, man. Please, give me that poison strain of yours. Ram your cock all the way in me. Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me! Please! Kevin! Shoot that load in me! Please!” I begged of him. All the while, Kevin had begun to fuck me harder and harder if that was possible until now he was glistening in sweat. Each full hard fast plunge that he made into my ass with his cock was now finely tuned just like a European master engine of superior construction. ‘DAMN! FUCK! GOD!” Kevin screamed as he drove his cock hard and deep into my ass one final savage thrust. He held it deep as I felt his hard throbbing uncut cock pulsing and spitting out the contents of his poison depositing his load as deep into me as possible. Kevin released my legs and grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me tightly as his face became distorted with the concentration I could understand of a poz man making a deliberate delivery of his tainted sperm with the desire of causing his bottom to be filled and lay the groundwork of conversion. This was the first in a number of breedings that Kevin was going to perform on me during the next few hours. In abject realization that Kevin had implanted me with his poison man juice, I met his loud screaming with that of my own: "OH! DAMN! SWEET . . . JESUS! HOT! FUCK!" My cry was such that my lungs burned from the volume of air and shrieking made by my vocal cords as I plaintively realized that Kevin had stopped fucking and filling me with his body fluid. My own cock straining so that it felt as if the epidermis covering it would split open. My balls rode up so close to my under body that it felt as if they would crawl once more deep up inside me as they had once resided. The splattering sensation that erupted from my cock continued on coating everything that came within range. Lights in my head exploded. I squeezed my lids shut tighter than the vault at Ft. Knox then flew open wide taking in the total darkness of a black hole in space. I felt the real dampness of my body soaked with volumes of sweat drops as my head now pounded in earnest for relief from this agony. My lungs continued to burn as friction heated the air that I sucked in and exhaled. My mouth was native to the Gobi Desert. In time, my own reaction began to subside but the fullness of relaxation was not reached for many minutes. At long last of several minutes duration, I began to return to a somewhat normal state. I continued to lay there letting my total exhaustion from this exercise sink in and return me to a settled and calm state. I sat up steadying myself. In relief, I began to remember all the events that I had been through. I remembered each man who had fucked me, how many times each had cum in my ass, and what promises had been made to me from each of them to return for more time to be spent in my ass. I smiled wickedly shaking my head in disbelief. I stood up and carefully made my way to the kitchen where I drank slowly two full glasses of water returning to my bed afterwards. I lay down covering my body with the top sheet. The fitted sheet was soaked with my sweat I had found. I adjusted myself getting comfortable once more. I would not rush this sensation but was determined to return to my dream to see what would come next.

Part 11 I locked up and called my girls. I let them out back and waited for their return. By the time they had, I was in need of a bathroom. Damn. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to hold on to his piss and load but nature was pressing mightily and would not take no for an answer. When I had finished, I looked at my backside in the mirror. Still definitely very red but there did not seem to be any serious welts raised. I checked everywhere and decided that James knew precisely how much to administer. He was definitely applying his belt full force but knew how to stop before damaging his goods. I went into the bedroom and made up the bed plopping onto the cover when I had finished straightening the entire room. I picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers inviting each man to come by for a lazy day by the pool. Four said they would be there, and I told them any time after eleven. I then called my favorite deli and made out my order for delivery. Neil told me the order would be delivered by noon at the latest. He would bring it himself if I wanted. I did. I then rested a bit but rose to get the last bits ready. We walked to the kitchen where I began pulling things together: glasses, tumblers for use by the pool, plates, flatware, ice, ice buckets, and napkins. We then walked outside where I surveyed the pool area. Enough chairs and lounges were available along with small tables. I adjusted the umbrellas for the appointed time and cleaned all the surfaces. We returned to the house and went to the laundry room where I pulled a half dozen pool towels. I took them out to the pool returning to the house to repeat this action as I knew that there would be more than just four men to show up for a lazy day by the pool. Getting four confirmed attendees meant that about a dozen would be the actual count. I had ordered twice that from my favorite deli. We went back inside, and I checked the time. It was a little after ten. I went to my bathroom where I showered quickly and did a quick cleaning elsewhere. I figured Neil for sure and always hoped for more but such invites were not dependent on accommodating the host. I enjoyed hosting such afternoons and parties. The men I invited seemed to enjoy them, too. But, those invited were a special blend of men. Every combination of ends of scales of comparison but each one was a committed barebacker and enjoyed the privacy of an outdoor party that I could provide. By the time I had toweled off and dressed to greet my guests, it was about ten minutes ‘til eleven. I walked to the kitchen and explained to the girls we were having a pool party today. They seemed to understand as their tails began to wag. They were so spoiled. I took the ice buckets out of the freezer and took them out by the pool. I had just returned to the house after taking the last of them out when I heard the door bell ringing. The girls raced to the front door but didn’t bark; they knew it was party day. I welcomed the first three: one invited—Jim; two secondary invites—Ron and Bill. I knew them and knew they would be welcome based on what Jim had shared with me about them. The girls wagged their greetings. Jim knew where to take Ron and Bill so that they all could strip and store their clothes. I went back to the kitchen and took the tumblers out by the pool returning to the house in time to hear new voices. Jim had answered the bell and let Alex in with his invitee Stan. Jim told Alex to take Stan on to get ready while he helped me finish up. We grabbed up some of the items to go out when Ron and Bill came in the kitchen. They grabbed up the remaining items and out to the pool we went. We put out everything, and I asked Jim to take Ron and Bill in the pool house and get the floats out for use. I returned to the house and was passing through to the living room when the door bell rang once more. I opened it for Korey. I greeted him with a big hug and invited him in. He introduced Frank who was accompanying him for the day. I welcomed him and told Korey he should take Frank on to get ready for the pool. I told Korey who had arrived already, and he knew each of them. I waited in the living room looking out the big window for a few minutes when another car pulled up. Larry got out along with two men whose names were Sean and John I thought. Turns out I was right. I had met the two and was on a nod and hello status but was sure they were okay since Larry knew what such parties meant. I checked the clock: It was now almost noon. I looked out the big window again as I heard voices at a distance in the backyard. The party was revving up as I had hoped. I could tell at least in the beginning it was going to be a lively time. I was sure that introductions had been made all around and no one was inhibited. Lawzy! I hope no one is inhibited. I’d hate to have a repeat performance as had happened that one time. The only time that a guest had felt so uncomfortable about so many naked men and had excused himself taking his inviter away from the party for awhile. Oh, well; that was then. As I had thought about these things and held my watch for Neil and the food, I had also begun thinking back about how these parties had begun. I smiled slyly and with pleasure. The pool had been an inspiration for a focus for meeting men in small groups. Invitees had come to enjoy the relaxed atmosphere where there was no pressure on anyone for any thing and every one was accepted for himself. It was a safe place to be with friends and to meet knew friends. I felt a wet nose nudge my hand. I looked down and said, “Well, Neil might be late this time. What do you think?” I got a long look and then a hard sneeze. “Well, we won’t hold it against him. He’s always done our parties right,” I said. I looked back out the window as a SUV pulled into the drive and up to the garage door. Neil had cut it close; but he had made it as promised I determined as I glanced at the clock. I noticed that he had brought someone with him. I wondered if Glen was staying or taking Neil’s car and going somewhere. I opened the door and went out to help. Glen said, “I hope you don’t mind my tagging along with Neil. He said it would be okay with you.” I had known Glen for a few months and knew he was an okay man. Neil had introduced us. “You are welcome to stay for the party. It’s nothing big and fancy. Just a few men enjoying a lazy weekend afternoon is all,” I said. I looked at Neil who nodded slightly. Glen would be okay; Neil had said. The three of us each picked up a box of food and went through the house to the backyard where we were greeted by the others. They all chipped in opening up the boxes and pulled out the contents setting the feast out as Neil, Glen, and I returned for the rest. Once all the food had been set out, Neil and Glen went back to the house to strip and return. Now, the party could begin in earnest. I settled on a lounge and observed with my coffee. My girls settled nearby in the shade. I had a fan installed to blow on an area for them. I do spoil them so. But, they are my babies and deserve the very best. Conversations were light but interesting for those talking. Jim, Stan, and Sean had taken to the pool on floats and were lazily being moved around the pool gently by the way I had the return water outlet rigged with an elbow. Someone had put on some music which was piped all round the yard but wasn’t blaring. It was intended to be heard but not to intrude. I listened to the closest conversation and added some points of my own. I sipped my coffee mainly until I decided it was time for a pool ride. I rose from my lounge, walked to the stack of floats, picked up one, and jumped into the pool with it. I bounced upwards out of the water and onto my float settling on my stomach. I balanced myself and then let the gentle force of the water push and pull me along around the edge of the oval pool with Jim, Stan, and Sean. The four of us were enjoying our round and round tour of the pool. I for one was mentally drifting around as much so as my body was drifting around in the pool. The four of us were enjoying the sun, music, and hearing the others chatting. “Looks like you’ve been having some serious play time. Or was it just a calling card of some pervert,” I heard Korey call out. “There are calling cards, and then there are calling cards,” I replied nonchalantly. There was laughter all around. They all knew my deep perversions. Some knew or at least suspected just how deep my perversions were as they had been on the giving end of their own sadism to me. No one was offended. I heard a splash and figured the pool was going to become crowded now. I continued to float along but had been drawn back to the present. “One day we’re all going to read about or hear about you being killed because of your obsessions,” I heard. I recognized Korey’s voice up close. “Despite what you may think, we all do care about you.” “Well, if you all care about me, then, you should make sure I get beaten and fucked just how I like it: rough, raw, and often. I wouldn’t be so cranky at the office then,” I played off his concern. I knew Korey was serious, and he knew I wouldn’t stop. I turned over on my side a little. “I know you all care about me. I care about all of you. I do. But, I’m as careful as I can be for what I enjoy. Besides, all of my favorite men will share in my wealth when I’m gone. I’d think you’d be happy to see me exit.” I laughed as Korey looked at me with his stern face. “I’m kidding. You know how I feel about that. I’ll stay as long as I can but will not wear out my welcome on this planet.” “If I thought it would do any good, I’d yank you off that float and have every man here gang fuck some sense into your head. You’d just enjoy it and be out looking for more once we were all done in,” Korey said. We both laughed at that. “We’ve already lost two though.” I looked at Korey. “Oh? Who?” “Frank and John,” Korey reported. No one cared but at least the ice had been broken for sure now. “I wonder who I’ll end up with,” I mused. “From what I’ve seen and snippets of hearing, it sounds like you may have at least a duo after you today. Neil and Glen have been eyeing you up in the pool. Of course, I’d like to fuck your ass again,” Korey said. He and I had been fuck buddies for several years. He knew all he had to do was to slide his fat black dick in my ass and ride away as far as I was concerned. But, there were times Korey held back and cleared the way by asking in his own way. He didn’t want to get in my way with other men when it came to me getting fucked. He knew how deeply I loved it. “Korey, you know you can fuck me any time you want. We’ve been super fuck buddies too long for you to think I would refuse you. You can have first dibs, middle, or last. Or all the above,” I said and looked at him. For his five foot nine body, he always looked as if he were over six feet tall. I guess it was that eight inch long black telephone pole thick cock of his that gave him his standing. I knew of no man who Korey had fucked who had not gone back for more. “Well, you know me. I’m going to nail Larry today and if I can work it, Stan. He’s difficult to pin down sometimes. I’ll save enough for you though. I’ll push all that bug juice you get in you all the way inside you,” Korey said as he moved off to climb out of the pool. I sat up on my float straddling it looking around at the men. They had now moved around the pool area and were in pairs talking. I had been off in la la land. I noticed that there had been some eating and drinking. No one ever needed to ask about getting something. Mine was an open house for using at these parties. Everyone looked so relaxed. I noted that indeed Frank and John were missing. My girls were napping. Jim rolled off his float ducking under the water. He rose walking to the side of the pool where he hoisted himself out. He then walked over to the towels and dried himself vigorously on one. He placed the towel on the back of a chair and went to fix himself something to eat. I looked up and saw Frank and John coming out the back door. I looked trying not to be obvious to see if there were any telltale signs of anything that had gone on. Yes, it did look like there were two used dicks waggling in front of them which was somewhat of a surprise. Good for them. I knew that John had been after Frank for quite some time but there had always been something that interrupted their plans. There opposites had been the attraction: Frank was tall, dark, very hairy, muscled from construction work, weathered look, homebody, quiet, reserved, and very standard gay sex man with his big uncut dick and thick fat balls. John, though, was short, light, smooth body—what nature had provided in hair John had mostly removed—average body from a desk job, somewhat a party guy, forward, and passionately wild about sex as a bottom even though his cut dick was average size matching his balls. I was glad to know that this was a very purposeful day. I wondered how many times they had fucked. I’m a pervert for sure. I’m glad I had gotten a supply in from Dim to restock the night stands in all the bed rooms. Korey had moved off after out talk and had swum the pool length several times. He finally worked his way to a side ladder and climbed out shaking himself. I watched him as he calmly walked to the towels pulling one up and drying himself slowly but completely. He hitched the towel around his waist and walked on to pick up a soda. I watched him as my float continued its slow journey around the pool with me sitting upright on it observing my guests. Stan and Sean continued their lazing on their floats drifting past me occasionally. I looked back and saw that Korey was now talking with Larry. The games afoot as Sherlock would say. I smiled wickedly. I then noticed that Alex headed for the house. As I bobbed along, Stan once more overtook me on my float. He raised his head up slightly and said, “You know, not many men would open up their home to men as you do. You’re such a strange man, Bill. I don’t get it.” I reached over and grasped one corner of his float pulling him closer and said, “It’s all about meeting men who are pleasurable to know. If I can provide them with a place to relax and enjoy themselves, it harms no one. That is, as long as everyone knows his own limits and never compromises them. This is a place to enjoy and to meet other men with whom any man can have fun. It’s simple as that. I can afford such a place and don’t mind making it available for men to live life to the fullest without pressure. Part of my lust for perversion is knowing other men are having a good time. Now, to that end, I hope you came prepared to have your ass fucked today. If not, consider if you want to. If you do but aren’t prepared, there’s my shower to use. I do know someone here wants to fuck you good.” I looked straight at Stan for a few seconds and then smiled. “He scares the daylights out of me,” Stan said. “I’ve always been versatile. But, somehow, if he fucks me, I’m not sure how versatile I’ll be afterwards.” Stan was serious in his estimation. I wondered a little but knew that he loved to fuck too much to give it up totally. It would be interesting to see Korey’s big fat cock sliding in and out of Stan’s hole and hearing Stan. I suspect there would be a lot of lustful sounds being made by both. “Well, you know you can say no. But, use of my shower still stands if you need,” I said. “Thanks but I won’t need it. One of the reasons I got in the pool was to avoid intake. I can eat later,” he said and winked. I knew what he meant and released his float. Stan drifted off slowly. I looked up at my guests and decided I need to do a check on things. I rolled off my float and waded to the steps. I walked around the pool grabbing a towel. I dried myself as I walked over to the buffet. A nice dent had been made but plenty was left. I grabbed two ice buckets and went to the house. I filled them and returned to the pool. On my way I noticed that Jim wasn’t to be seen. I wondered when he had gone inside. I got a cup of coffee for myself and then checked on the water bowl for my girls. I put some ice in it for a treat. They slept on. I took another cup of coffee and sat on a lounge. I had just taken a second sip when Korey and Larry stood up and walked toward the house. Korey looked back slyly. I heard water splashing a little and saw Sean and Stan getting out of the pool. Frank and John at the same time were walking down steps into the pool. They retrieved the floats abandoned by Sean and Stan and mounted them settling on their backs. Neil and Glen soon followed John and Frank settling in for a lazy drifting ride around the pool. Sean, Ron, Bill, and Stan moved closer to me. We talked on each observing with quiet nonchalance but still engaged in talk. I listened mostly to the kidding and joking banter that they had now started. Nothing crude or rude but I finally detected an undertone of sexual power among Sean, Ron, and Bill. After a bit more of the banter and innuendo, I said that some men simply talked about sex while decisive men would always go after it. Man was intended to seek out his sexual appetite and to satisfy it. There was a silence that followed. Sean broke the silence by saying, “Well, that should really settle that. I don’t know about you two, but I’ve got a sexual appetite after this day of rest that needs to be satisfied. So, do I go in and borrow a bedroom by myself or are you two joining me?” Sean stood up and started walking toward the house. Ron and Bill looked at each other then at Stan and me. They grinned and departed as well. As Bill entered the house, Larry came outside. As he neared Stan and me, I stood up and excused myself to the pool house. I went inside checking things out to use up some time. I didn’t want to impinge on Stan making his decision. I figured that Larry would provide some input on the decision that was to be made now. I finally came outside and fussed around the food. I finally turned to see Larry approaching as Stan walked to the house. “You can help me take all of this food inside. I think that’s where it will be needed next.” Larry and I took everything inside and quietly set things up on the counter. We returned to the poolside as Neil and Glen were exiting the pool. The four of us finished cleaning the pool area putting the trash in the garbage can, the floats in the pool house, lowering the umbrellas, and gathering the wet and dry towels. I took the wet towels to hang up before putting them in the laundry. I would get the towels from Neil and Glen later. My girls settled themselves off to the side out of the way. Every job needs at least one supervisor; these two always did such a good job. Neil, Glen, Frank, and John finally came inside after finishing the last of the outside straightening. Though never asked such help was always welcome. I took their damp towels they offered and took them to dry as well. Larry, Neil, Glen, Frank, and John were talking when I returned to the kitchen. Larry, Frank, and John had taken plates of food for themselves. I noted that Neil and Glen were lightly munching and drinking soda. The six of us sat on stools in the kitchen or stood around making small talk. It was an easy time and so natural that all of us were totally naked. All sizes and shapes were welcome here and no one was ever teased or ridiculed. I enjoy men who are comfortable with themselves as individuals and have no need to degrade or poke fun at others. Jim and Alex joined us finally commenting that there seemed to be some noisy neighbors of mine laughing after their report. We all laughed. They joined the others in now eating. It was pushing close to four thirty. I’m sure after such a day they each were hungry. Neil and Glen had made a good feast. There was plenty for everyone and most likely some left over which would be offered if not begged for everyone to take home with them. As we all continued talking and eating, Sean, Ron, and Bill slowly made their way into the kitchen. Bill was a little sheepish looking on his entry. There must have been something new in his repertoire of sex now. He was always a little sheepish looking whenever he had “discovered” the joy of something new. I wondered if he had overcome his mental block of eating ass or shrimping. From the looks now of all these men, I’d say they had enjoyed themselves today. The talk grew louder by virtue of the number of men now in the kitchen. Conversations were boisterous but lively and enjoyed. The food was being consumed swiftly now and drinks flowed to wash down the food. Everyone was having a good time. I moved about the kitchen putting out the last of the meal that Neil and Glen had brought. I did enjoy these times. I settled in on a stool with a glass of water. Enough of the coffee already. I practically lived on coffee. I’m sure way too much. Having become accustomed to consuming at least a pot of it a day was difficult to give up and why should I try. I knew it wasn’t the worst thing I could consume but also knew in the quantity that I drank it was not all that healthy. Oh, well; it beats all the booze I used to consume. I noted that everyone was here except for Korey and Stan. Korey had said he wanted to nail Stan and Larry. Looks like he got his wish and especially his Stan wish. I knew they both were enjoying themselves as all the men had. Korey must be taking so long because of having to overcome Stan’s fear. I wondered what the fear was but bet it was that he was afraid of Korey’s dick size as well as I suspected a fear that he might develop some deep seated feelings for Korey. That would not set well with Korey. I knew him too well. He was not the settling down kind of man but enjoyed having sex with any man that he met. Why does that sound so familiar? I was musing over the day and Stan’s predicament when he walked through the door. He glanced at Larry and smiled and then at Alex. Something was up. There was a story here now. I wondered how soon it would be before I learned what it was. Stan walked over took a plate and filled it selecting a soda to drink. Glen got off his stool and offered it to Stan who sat. No signal there of what had taken place. I knew that at some point I would find out. I didn’t know when, where, or from whom but one day I would learn what took place. I was the repository of all things that happened between men I knew. I knew about the sexual appetites of each in great detail. I knew who had been in relationships with each other as well as in relationships with others. Each had in turn informed me but each also had in turn been confirmed by others who shared their first hand knowledge in strictest confidence. I kept my word of silence to each . . . and to myself. Korey walked into the kitchen. Most everyone looked up at him but continued with their conversations. Korey walked over to me and gave me hug as he stood behind me. “Thank you,” he whispered in my ear. He walked away and got something to eat and drink joining in with the others. Jim said, “Well, my taxi is in need of departing. Ron? Bill? I hate to break up the party but do need to go.” It was a little after six now. The party had lasted almost eight hours. They all said that they too needed to go. Everyone started to clean up when Glen said, “Just leave it. Neil and I brought the stuff the least we can do is to clean up as well.” There were smiles all around but no one protested. They all left the kitchen to go find their clothes. I started to help but was chased out of the kitchen. Neil even let the girls out to take care of their business. Since no one had worn all that much clothing to the party, it didn’t take long to get dressed. As I wandered around the living room looking out the large front window, they each came in to thank me and say their good-byes. I hugged each as they departed. Korey had positioned himself to be the last in line. “Stan was a big surprise. You didn’t tell me.” “Tell you what,” I asked. “You didn’t tell me he liked to fuck, too,” Korey said. “And, I didn’t know I liked getting fucked.” He kissed me quickly and exited. I watched from the door as the cars were started. I noticed that when Korey reached his car there were two figures already inside. I quickly looked around and saw that Alex was departing by himself. I smiled inwardly. I knew that for sure now Stan had overcome whatever hesitation he had of Korey. Korey had also gotten a surprise himself. How interesting this day had been. I waved good-bye to them all and closed the door returning to the kitchen where my last two guests were just finishing. “You’ve got just enough left for a meal,” Neil said. “I doled it out and made everyone take something as you prefer.” Neil initially thought I was nuts to give away the food at the end of a party. Then, he came to understand it was about sharing and sending men off with something to eat later which would remind them of the good time that they had had. It made sense to him when he figured it out. “Well, thank the both of you for staying to clean up. It saves me a little work,” I said. Neil and Glen walked to me and hugged me. “We didn’t want you cleaning up after the others had left. We wanted you to ourselves,” Neil said as he hugged me once more. Glen stepped up to my side and joined in on the hug. “Well, since everything is put away, I suppose I should thank you two in some way for being so helpful. Any idea what would pay my debt to you two?” I asked. Part 12 Glen moved behind me and said, “Well, I can think of something.” Though knowing of Glen from Neil, I was a little surprised at his boldness. It didn’t bother me. Neil must have also told Glen all about me or at least as much as he knew about me. I felt Glen’s tongue run up my neck as Neil leaned forward and gently parted my lips pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth. The three of us stood there making out. Our hands roamed over flesh rubbing and squeezing it. Glen moved his fingers to my nipples and began massaging them gently at first but increased the pressure slightly with each passing minute. Neil had wrapped his arms around me pulling me close to him. I was caught between them. We stood together locked as if one body. Glen continued his licking on my neck, back, and shoulders as he increased the pressure on my nipples. He had begun a slow grinding now between his thumb and index finger. This friction-giving sensation was causing a hyper drive in me exciting me sexually. My dick had begun to fill and raise but with some difficulty since Neil was pressed to my front side. I could tell also that he was being aroused as I felt the hard pressure of his swelling dick that also was trying to lift itself up between us. Glen, too, was spurred on by his advances on me. His dick, too, was rising. Neil pulled his tongue from my mouth. I felt empty. He held me but lowered his head to my chest nudging Glen’s hand away from my left nipple. I felt teeth replace the fingers that had by now worked my skin to an almost rawness. The teeth felt super sharp because of the sensitivity of the area. I gasped loudly. Neil continued nibbling, chewing, and licking my nipple as Glen continued his ever increasing pressure on my right nipple. The two worked in tandem causing great and glorious beautiful pain to race through me. Glen shifted moving his hands under my pits which raised my arms and then clasped his hands together behind my neck. His release of my right nipple sent the blood rushing back in to the area causing sharp beautiful pain. Just as it subsided, Neil switched his attention from my left nipple to the right one causing the same sharp slicing feeling of his teeth as he had done when he first began working on my left nipple with his mouth. He grabbed my left nipple with his right thumb and index fingers and continued on with his torture. Indescribable bliss is all that I can say. Now, I was being held in place by Glen as Neil worked my nipples over. I knew they would be sore for sure when he was finished. There didn’t seem to be any interest in stopping until all of a sudden Neil dropped his hand from my left nipple and pulled his teeth off my right nipple. I felt him moving down to the floor where he grabbed my dick and shoved it all the way into his mouth. Seconds after he had shoved my dick into his mouth, Glen released his hold on me and once more reached around grasping each of my nipples with his entire hands and squeezed hard. He held tightly to the areas as Neil began sliding his mouth down the full length of my dick and then back off again. He sucked and sucked rapidly as I adjusted myself knowing that if the two of them continued much longer I was going to shoot my load of cum. Then, Glen released my nipples and stepped back away from me. I was now tied only to Neil who had my dick in his mouth. He shoved his mouth back down the full length and held there. I then noticed Glen had a firm hold of my left shoulder. I felt a hand on my right ass cheek and heard the crack of skin hitting skin. Again and again and again the sound reverberated in the kitchen. Glen switched shoulders that he held and repeated by hitting my left ass cheek. He then alternated between the two as Neil held my dick steady in his mouth. My dick, balls, and brain were all getting mixed signals. I willed my brain to succumb to the pain focusing on how it “hurt” when I was hit. My dick began to sag as Glen continued whipping me stopping only when Neil pulled his mouth off my dick letting the still semi hard dick bounce in front of me. Neil stood. He looked at me sternly. “Bitch, you aren’t finished yet by a long shot. I’m going to use you to teach Glen some things that he needs to learn.” “Yes, Sir. If I may, my girls need to go out and be fed. Neil if you would do that, please, and Glen if you would take the pool towels to the wash room, I’d appreciate it. I will in the meantime go and prepare the bedroom. If that is okay with you, Sir,” I said. Neil agreed, and I departed to make a quick readiness of my bedroom. When I got there, the first thing I did was to switch on the camera. I wondered how long James had set it to record. That wasn’t my problem. I then moved to the night stand quickly pulling open the drawer and checking the contents. It looked like everything was there. I quickly tossed back the cover folding it quickly before removing it to a chair. I then quickly tossed back the covers folding them also and removing them. Last, I moved the top sheet back folding it twice removing it. No need that anything should be on the bed . . . except us. I walked over to the night stand and looked in again. I walked over to my chest, opened it, and selected a nice leather belt removing it from the drawer and moved it to the night stand drawer. Just as I finished, Neil and Glen stepped inside the bed room. I took three steps forward, knelt, and lowered my eyes to the floor. The two walked inside to me and stopped. “I’m going to announce some training procedures. You can consent to or reject any of them without giving a reason. If you consent, nod your head once. If you reject, shake your head once. This is a training session for Glen in which you are agreeing to participate. Agreed?” Neil asked. I nodded once. Neil then proceeded to announce the list: nipple torture; spanking; spit; slapping; sucking; rimming; toys; ball weights; taking piss; fisting; fucking. After each, I nodded my head once. When he had finished the list, there was silence. I presumed Neil was trying to think of some additional items and couldn’t. I didn’t dare offer up any suggestions—it wasn’t my place to do so. Neil and I had played around some. He knew obviously of my Sm penchant and had learned from me how to administer such. He had been presumptive in offering me up to Glen as a study piece but I had a feeling that this session was going to be very informative for Glen as much as it was going to be enjoyable for me. Time would tell. I had decided to teach Neil after we had had sex the first time which coincided with when we met for the first time. He had come to my home to talk about catering a party. Neil had spent a few hours with me after that interview. I liked his whole looks. He stood 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighed about 170, deep dark brown eyes, in his thirties, short brown hair, naturally tanned body, fur covered chest but not overly hairy, nice rounded bubble ass that was heaven to munch, muscled from work, clean shaven face, small to medium size hands, balls that hung down and were the size of eggs, and a cut dick that started out limp but fluffed up to about 7 or 8 inches that curved upwards slightly. We had sparked when I opened my front door to him. I took him on a quick tour of the house and got down to business real quick working through the menu and necessities that his deli would provide for my party. Then, we moved on to more pressing matters that entailed him finding out how hard a fucking that I enjoyed with his dick and that I insisted on his four cum loads go in my ass and not for him to pull out. Glen on the other hand was a little unknown to me, yet I knew some things about him from Neil. He stood 6 feet 2 inches, long unkempt blonde hair, clean shaven, crooked nose from a skating accident, about 185 pounds, sparkling blue eyes, light body (not white but not tanned), in his thirties, some chest fur, naturally smooth ass that was round and firm, large hands, nice size balls that didn’t dangle but just hung there, and a semi cut dick that probably matched Neil’s dick. (Hosting pool parties has its benefits.) I was taking a chance here but always had the option to halt things. Neil had me to rise and to stand by the bed. I followed directions. From the second drawer in the night stand, he removed two nipple clamps and instructed Glen how to attach them and what they would do. Neil checked the tightness but found that Glen had attached them to me to his satisfaction. Not too tight but tight enough to stay on during the session. Neil had me to get on the bed face down where he attached the straps to my wrists and ankles that he knew were attached to the bed but hidden under it. He then proceeded to explain the art of spanking by hand, slapping, and using a belt. He pointed out the obvious marks left on the backside of me. He also let Glen test the security straps for the fit. Glen was a fast learner and asked some very interesting and pointed questions. Neil answered him as he had learned from me. Once Glen had learned how to secure wrists and ankles, Neil moved his learning on to the topics of spanking and using a belt. He explained my back which was obvious. Glen learned that after such a previous work out that left obvious marks it was unwise to go harshly again unless the sub was a heavy masochist. Glen obviously had had some experience in spanking as he had done a very good job in the kitchen. Neil had him to repeat his performance to see the difference between a standing masochist and one face down. After his trial, Glen was moved on to using a belt. He was walked through the procedure and then allowed to work on my back, ass, and legs which did nothing but excite and arouse me. My dick was pointing straight down toward the foot of the bed and began pouring pre-cum out of the slit making a huge puddle. This was pointed out to Glen. Neil then had Glen to spit on me. Glen then learned that it was about delivery and humiliation. He demonstrated how to send it flying and to hit hard. He talked to Glen some more and had him to try several more times. Neil opened the third night stand drawer and removed several toys. He let Glen handle them and explained them all: dildo; butt plug; speculum. Neil demonstrated all of the toys and how to use them. He pointed out for some masochists using a lube isn’t necessarily required and to always play it by ear. Neil did an excellent job instructing Glen. Glen had some snags when he took over for the experience but learned quickly. He had a little trouble with the speculum and needed some time to learn how to use it properly. Finishing out his instructions about toys, Neil introduced Glen to ball weights by adapting the session. He went in my closet and brought out a pair of my boots. He showed Glen how to use the laces to go around the balls to create weights. Since I was well up on the bed, he then used a rope from the night stand to tie off my balls running the rope down the bed tying off the boots to the rope creating the weight that pulled my balls well away from my body. Neil cautioned Glen to be very watchful of the color of the sack so as not to cut off the blood supply totally. The learning session was progressing along with Glen asking questions for clarity and Neil explaining in detail—but not boring detail—what each part of the session was and gave clear instructions on limits as well as what to look for. Neil had learned from me, but I suspected he had been doing some practice on his own. Good for him. Clearly, Neil was in charge and Glen was an excellent student. Neil went through the three possibilities of piss play: on; drunk; up an ass. (Anything else is just taking a piss.) He described the warmth that piss brought to a scene. He also explained about what one eats does affect the taste of piss just as it does the taste of cum. Neil described the sensual feeling that the warm water has on a body. Of course, some men are revolted by such play while others revel in it. I’ll take piss with a cum chaser when possible . . . or vice versa. Fisting was the next topic for school. Neil really skipped over this topic. He said he preferred to save it for another time since there wasn’t sufficient time to fully learn by doing. He promised Glen that he would cover it another time. Glen accepted his word. I wondered when that might be and just who the fistee would be. The last topic for the session was fucking. Neil quickly went through the basics/vanilla brand and proceeded on to the hardcore version. He described in detail how some men preferred hard hurting fucking where their ass was sore if not slightly injured by bruising. He gave great detail and description of how such was possible. Last, Neil went into some detail about incorporating Sm play into fucking. He explained how the masochist was usually highly excited by the use of Sadism during fucking. Neil ended the learning session by answering Glen’s final questions and then added, “So, you’ve gone through a lot this evening. And, our host here has been very patient and willing. We owe him a big debt of gratitude and need to pay it now. Unstrap his left side, and I’ll get this side.” When freed, I pushed up off the bed slowly and finally got off the bed stretching. I had been secured in one position for a very long time. I said to Glen, “Neil has learned his lessons well and gave you very good information. Absorb it thoroughly and be willing to expand on it. I believe you’ll become a very good Dom if not a Master of the art. From tonight’s experience, I’d say you both are well on your way down that proverbial Sm path and would be honored to serve as a subject if either or both of you would care to use me again. But, for now, as you can see from the bed and me, I’m ready for some good hot fucking from the two of you.” I turned to Neil and said, “Is there any issue with my need?” Neil looked at me and then at Glen and said, “No problem at all. Glen understands that you do not allow condoms used to fuck you. He is willing. He also knows you take all cum inside you. And, I believe he might be excited about that prospect.” Neil smiled at me and then looked at Glen’s dick which was now rising quickly. I noticed also that Neil’s dick was awake and aware. I stretched once more then smiling climbed back onto the bed on all fours settling at the end with the tops of my feet hooked on the side of the mattress. I looked at each of them and said, “Well, there will be no initial lube so whoever goes in my ass first is going in dry. There will be plenty of lube when he pulls out. You guys figure out who gets my ass first and who gets his dick sucked or ass eaten . . . or both.” I gambled but thought Neil would go first to give Glen an idea of what he was talking about in regard to hard fucking and possibly even some Sadism tossed in. I settle myself and waited. Neil finally started walking to the end of the bed and Glen moved up on the bed sliding in under me so that I could suck his dick. I lowered my lips down to the head of Glen’s dick and gently lifted it up with my lips sucking it into my mouth slowly. I lowered my head slowly the full length adjusting my throat and giving small bouncing motions to adjust to this new dick. I felt Neil behind me running his fingers over my hole. First an index finger entered and twisted as it was fully inserted. Neil began dry fucking me for a few seconds before adding his middle finger repeating the action. I said nothing but focused on the cock in my mouth. It had now fully inflated and was tasty with the coating of cum that had been smeared over it. Neil continued to dry fuck my ass with his fingers becoming harder in his insertions until he was at last pumping in and out of my ass hard, fast, and deep. As he hit his full stride, I began feeling his fingernails more and detected that the tips of his fingers had now been bent slightly. He made no outward sign of this change. As I continued to suck on Glen’s cock a little slower, I concentrated on sending a signal to Neil: I began to squeeze tighter on his fingers in a milking fashion. He continued as did I. When he had made about two dozen passes with his bent fingers using his nails, again he made no outward sign of change but began rotating his wrists moving his fingers around inside me abrading all around inside but not letting Glen know what we were doing. Neil had told me something about himself which I had not known or even suspected. About another two dozen passes and the pace in my ass began to slow until Neil was satisfied. He stopped his finger pumping and said, “Well, I’m sure you’re ready now for my cock. What do you think, Bill?” I removed my mouth from the tasty dick I had been sucking and said, “Oh, yes; I’m sure my ass is ready for your dick fucking me good and depositing that load way up inside me as far as you can get it.” I turned my attention to Glen and asked, “Do you enjoy your ass eaten? If so, feel free to flip back and forth.” I then slid my mouth back down the full length of his dick and sucked on. Neil lined his dick head up with my entrance and asked if I was ready. I nodded my head. He slammed his now steel hard slightly upward curved dick full length into my ass. His action split my hole open in a nanosecond and stretched my gut full open to accept his turgid tool. I stopped my sucking. I had not expected such exotic pain. It was beautiful, but it was a different man fucking me now than had done before. I held still stiffened by the shock but refused to move to dislodge this dick. Neil waited only a few seconds before he began withdrawing fully and slamming back full throttle into my ass. Again and again and again he yanked his dick completely out of my ass only to ram it full throttle the entire length back into me. This is what I needed. I focused on both of my holes being used now. I tasted the fully inflated dick of Glen while experiencing the lustful drive of Neil’s dick in my ass. This was a three way that was a first for me . . . and I hoped wouldn’t be the last. I could sense that there was a connection growing at least on my part. I realized that the nerve endings in my body were quieting themselves as Neil fucked on in earnest. I began to milk his pummeling which stirred him. Glen reached out and grasped my nipples manipulating them between his fingers. Harder and harder he worked them as my body was jolted from behind by Neil. Neil stopped his fucking and held his dick fully inserted. I heard him breathing a little hard. Slowly he pulled out telling Glen to swap places. I lifted my head up off the dick, and the two swapped places. Neil knelt ahead of me on the bed with his ass turned toward me. I drove my tongue into his ass and began feasting as Glen shoved his hardened skin tube into my ass. He began fucking immediately wasting no time for resting. His hands were firmly grasping my hips as he pumped in and out of me with a great purpose. He was driven to a purpose now: He had to cum up my ass after being sucked and now feeling my ass wrapped around his dick. Glen surprised me though despite being highly inflated and stimulated. He fucked me hard mimicking Neil’s thrusts with his own hard jarring full insertions of his dick. I milked his dick as I had done Neil’s. I ate Neil’s ass as I knew he loved having done as Glen began increasing his speed of fucking. I had no sense of time but focused on the taste of the wonderful ass my mouth was working on and the wonderful feeling of having such a wonderful new dick in my ass. Many minutes passed by; this I did realize. “Fucking ass. No holding now,” I heard Glen saying as he revved up his speed once more. Harder and harder he drove his dick in and out of me. I continued eating Neil as best I could considering the hard fucking I was receiving. I gently squeezed down on Glen’s dick and held that pressure. I periodically would give a quick squeeze and relax. “FUCK! DAMN! YES!” I heard Glen yelling as he made two quick insertions and back out movement holding himself fully inside me after the second. His hands had now grabbed my hips even harder. I knew what was happening. His white glue-like fluid was being delivered in my ass deeply. He was fucking his load of cum in my ass where it needed to be. I was thankful and getting hard once more just thinking of this new brand of cum entering my body for the first time. I had driven my tongue straight into Neil’s ass as soon as Glen had begun shooting his load. I began sucking as I held my tongue in place. I knew what this would do to Neil. Glen began relaxing his grip on my hips. I knew this meant that his discharge was ebbing. His breathing was slowing as well. I could only imagine how much cum Glen had given me but loved every little swimmer of his. I felt Glen begin to slowly pull his dick from my ass; I clamped down on him with my sphincter so as to drain every bit of juice in me. When the base of his dick head reached my ass hole opening, he stopped. I relaxed a little and allowed him to slowly pop out of my ass. Neil, though facing away from what was happening, knew that Glen’s fuck was over. He quickly moved his ass away from my mouth and got off the bed. Once more the two swapped places. This time Glen presented his dick for me to clean which I did with gentleness so as not to shock his for now sated fuck tool. Neil had found his place once more at my ass and drove his dick full length inside me as I cleaned the last of the fuck juices off Glen’s dick. Neil began pounding my ass for all he was worth. He was ready and took only a few seconds before beginning to cry out in his loud moans of lust and satisfaction. He made one final thrust inside me and began his discharge as well pushing his cum load out of his body into mine to mix with Glen’s cum load. More and more and more his cum fled his body and became a part of me. His grasp of my hips loosened as his moans and growls lowered in volume and urgency of delivery. He soon had completed his task and finished his job by withdrawing his dick as had Glen had done. As Neil’s dick popped out of my ass, I released Glen’s dick from my mouth. It was Neil’s turn now to be cleaned which I did with duty and lust in mind. The three of us stretched out on my bed and rested. Nothing needed to be said. I lay on my stomach as usual. I have this thing for gravity doing its duty once I’ve been fucked. We lazed there as we discussed Glen’s lessons. He was very interested in the Sm aspect of possibilities. He was a single man who had met Neil at the deli. Their relationship had developed as friends and now was expanding. Though not said, I suspected that the two of them were developing more than just friendship. I thought that Neil was finally coming out of his own exile because of Glen and was ready to move forward with if not a fuck buddy at least another man who offered an opportunity to teach and share other men with. We talked at length with me occasionally thinking of the recording and wondered how long the tape would record. I found later James had the machine set for four hours. Soon, though, it became apparent from Neil that his need was not limited to one round in my ass. This was usual. Glen was Neil’s equal in the need to fuck. The three of us returned to initial positions and repeated the scene with each dropping another load of cum in my ass though each did take a bit longer to do so. I didn’t mind as I had no plans to end this day. What did change was that Glen offered up his ass to me to eat which I did with great enthusiasm. Glen learned a new lesson in man-pervert sex. I learned later he became very fond of having his ass eaten that night. The two finally departed, and I turned my attention to my girls. I let them out and fed them. It was very late. I cleaned up the bedroom setting everything in order. We three then lounged on my bed and watched some television. I finally went to the kitchen and got a small snack returning to the bedroom where I also took a snack for my babies. We ate in silence, and I began to tire. I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. It had been a long day. I got up and made my way through the house checking all the exterior doors and letting my girls out for the last time. We returned to my bedroom where I crawled under the covers as the two of them settled on their spots on the bed. I turned out the lights and set the tv to turn off in two hours going to sleep almost immediately.

Part 9 After the three left, I retreated to the bedroom quickly and turned off the recorder. I wondered if this session would please James. I also wondered if there was sound. Oh. Fine time to think of that after what I had just said earlier to Kevin. Well, maybe the whispering wasn’t loud enough to be picked up on a mike. I grinned slyly and was very tired after their visit. Kevin had a secret which he had shared with me. I enjoyed that. He would prove to be a valuable asset in the future—I was sure of that. I wondered if I should tell James. No, he said he didn’t want to know. Still. . . . I spent the rest of the day lazing and spending time with my babies. It was a down time for me. I just didn’t feel like doing anything else. I did make a walk through my back yard and began formulating some ideas of what I wanted to do there this year. I never left my yard alone but always changed something out. It kept my yard crew busy having to tear out things they had previously built and/or planted, prepping the area, and then building and planting the new things. Of course, having a work crew of three men who were willing to work together almost totally naked made supervising the endeavor worth it. And, the fringe benefits they got and that I got were very nice, too. Early evening rolled around, and the three of us had napped and ate a very light supper. In fact, I drank mine. We finally went to the TV room but nothing really interested me. I was at loose ends. No bar; no ABS; no cruising for street trash. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do. I finally settled on checking my on-line accounts. I hadn’t done that in . . . when was the last time I had logged on? No memory of the date told me it had been very long. I turned off the TV and we trailed back to my home office. I logged onto my computer and began the methodical visit of site after site. Reading the emails and responding was my first order of business which was to give me an idea of how long it had been since I had logged on. Fifteen days is not that bad is it? After the emails, I gave a quick run through of who was online finding nothing of interest or at least nothing nearer than a continent away. (Isn’t that the way it almost always is?) Then, just as I was about to log off my last site, I got a site email notice. I opened it and read. I then viewed the profile including photos. Not bad at all; profile reads hot and photos purport to agree with my assessment of the profile. I wrote back beginning an exchange that would change my evening. Not only somewhat nearby but a man that definitely was one that turned my head and juiced my energy. We were blunt and direct with each other. He was a horny top looking to breed—not fuck but breed—a willing bottom. He was black; 6’ 6”; 260 pounds; shaved head; Van Gogh; definitely muscled from working; piercing dark eyes; hairy chest, arms, and legs; prominent nipples; pierced left nipple; enjoyed giving water sports wherever; partied some; loved rimming and being rimmed; enjoyed biting and nipple torture; slapping; whipping; role play; flogging; enjoyed having his balls and dick sucked; but most of all enjoyed breeding willing white men and was looking for now not a later time and had a fat cut big veined almost 9 inch dick. After about a half dozen messages back and forth, I suggested that one of us should call the other, and I didn’t care who called whom. I offered my phone number and asked for his if he wanted me to call him instead. I waited for the longest between messages on this last one I sent him. I suppose he was considering whether or not I was a phone freak or serious. He finally said he would give me his number (which he did) but wanted to call me. Okay. If his number was valid, it was a show of trust and belief in me or at least a hesitant belief. I told him I was going to log off and wait for his call then. I would not log back on the site as I was ready to sign off when he had sent me his first message. Without waiting for a response, I logged off and waited. Just as I was giving up and about to leave my office, the phone rang. I looked at the ID: unknown. I usually don’t answer such calls but let my answering machine take a message. But, since I just handed out my number, it could have been my chatter from online. I picked up the phone. It was my online chat. We made the usual small talk after an online meeting. The chat then got serious about our profiles and what we had exchanged in our messages. Without overstating our sincerity and sounding fake, we each confirmed our real penchant for what was printed in our profiles and what we had written each other. As we had progressed in our phone talk, I had decided that I would make a pitch for a visit and mentioned that I had no plans for that evening and lived alone other than my two girls. He hesitated for a bit or more was thinking it over. “I’m not fond of dogs. I was attacked by one.” “Well, of course, every dog owner will tell you that the dogs that they own would never hurt anyone. I agree. But, they do sense fear. My girls have their own room where they can go to stay if you decide to drop by to meet in person. We won’t be disturbed. But, that is only if you want to make the trip here.” I offered. Contemplation. “Okay. I think it would take me about 40 minutes to get to your place though. Unless I get lost and have to call for more directions.” “That’s okay. I can feed them their supper and send them to their room then in plenty of time. I’ll give you the easiest directions. You won’t get lost,” I offered. I waited for him to get a pen and paper and then gave him detailed but easy directions to follow. We said our good-byes and hung up. I jumped up and told the girls they were having supper now but would have to go to their room for awhile while I had a visitor. Yeah, as if they understood a word I said. Well, yes, they did. I made a mad dash for a fast last minute check up in the bathroom. Then, rushed to let them out and ushered them into their room. Back to the bedroom and made sure the drawer in the night stand was prepped and ready. Finally, I changed into a pair of shorts and t-shirt with sandals and went back to the living room to wait. I didn’t have long to wait. A Jeep pulled into the drive only moments after I had settled on the sofa. I met Daryl at the door as he was about to ring the bell. He was all smiles and friendly. He was wearing a form-fitting t-shirt with khaki pants and brown slip-on shoes. We had exchanged names online so it was the typical first time meeting of someone about whom I knew and he knew something about the other but just not the person in the flesh. We soon though were very comfortable and were chatting amicably as if we had known each other a very long time. I offered something to drink and water is all that he wanted. Daryl followed me to the kitchen. I handed him the glass of water; he took something from his shirt pocket, popped it into his mouth, and drank all the water. I placed the glass in the dishwasher but said nothing. “You do have good dogs. I’ve not heard any barking or anything. Are they outside,” Daryl asked. “No, they are in their bedroom where they were told to stay as I was having company. They are very obedient and understand when I have company,” I said. “They will stay there until I tell them they can come out. It’s all about treating them with respect but laying down the rules, too.” “What if they hear you getting it on heavy with a guy? Can they get out,” he asked. “The door isn’t closed. They’ve been told to stay in the room; they will stay. They do know if I’m in danger though and will protect me. I’ve only once had to alert them that I needed help. You are safe. The call signal is nothing of common nature that would occur in normal conversation. I have three different signals that alert them I need help. Any one of those three will bring them to my aid.” I said hoping to allay his fear. Daryl looked about the kitchen and at me. I was sure he was pondering what I had just said. “Would you like to see them?” I offered. “No. I really don’t like dogs. I’m afraid of them. I was attacked by one as I told you,” Daryl said quickly. “I understand. But, do understand you are not in any danger here from them. These girls have been trained many long hours and are more obedient than the majority of children. And, they are loved by me. Shall we go back to the living room?” I offered. We moved back to the front room and resettled on the sofa and resumed chatting about innocuous topics. It seemed that we were old friends catching up on each other’s life. We fell into an easy conversation about a number of different topics and passed time until finally Daryl began to make entendre remarks. I didn’t think much of the first couple of them but then realized he was deliberately moving the conversation. I followed. Soon our conversation was much more direct. I realized also that not only had he directed the conversation to change from general chat that allowed us to learn more about the other but he had deliberately moved our chat to one that was filled with sexual barbs, innuendo, and eventually outright blatant graphic detail. Not only had he changed our chat but he had as well changed. No longer was he the newcomer in the house but was taking a decided lead role in our chat and began to dominate the conversation. The more that he took control of things I noticed also that he was shifting more and more as he spoke until it was apparent that he had become sexually aroused by his role. I wasn’t sure if this was from the conversation alone or if he had had some assistance by whatever it was he had taken in the kitchen with that glass of water. I let him lead me though no matter what the reason. I knew where he was headed . . . and where with any luck at all where we would end up if things went well. “I need to use your bathroom if you don’t mind,” Daryl finally announced standing up. “Okay. Follow me,” I said rising and walking toward my bedroom. Daryl followed close behind. I led him to my bedroom and showed him the bathroom. He went in but did not close the door fully. I made busy work in the bedroom and listened to him as he relieved his bladder of the water that was stored in it. I heard him walking out of the bathroom as the sound of the flushed commode faded and turned to face him. “You found everything okay, I hope,” I said. “Yes. You have a very nice place here” Daryl said looking at me. “Have you lived here long?” I noticed that Daryl’s zipper was still drawn down and that the front of his khaki pants were somewhat stretched. I moved closer to him and said, “More water? I had the house built a few years ago. I liked the area and had the opportunity to buy up a lot of land so that I wouldn’t have neighbors that were so close. In fact, it used to be a working farm. I sold most of the land with a deed restriction that it could be developed only as single family one-story homes. I wanted neighbors but none that could be nosey over my privacy fence and didn’t want any commercial property or farm returning.” “No; no more water, thank you. Good move if you can afford such. You obviously can,” he responded. “I’ll take you on a back yard tour sometime. You’ll see why I am particular on the number of levels of other houses around me. I prefer privacy for myself, my girls, and my guests. But, for now, we can go back to the living room and continue chatting . . . or stay in here and get to know each other much better,” I said looking directly at him for a few moments and then glancing down at the front of his pants. I returned my gaze to his eyes. Daryl stood there momentarily, smiled, and walked the distance between us reaching his big arms around me as I raised my own arms upward to wrap them around his neck. We kissed deeply several times and at length until he pulled away. I smiled as I looked up at him. “For this trip—and I hope there are others—I’m going real slow but will find out more about you.” “You have an open invitation to return whenever you want, Daryl. I’m sure you and I will become very good friends,” I said. I released my arms from around his neck as he loosened his hold on me. I walked over to the bed and began turning down and removing the top cover. As I did so, Daryl walked over to one of the chairs and pulled off his shoes and socks. He next removed his t-shirt and last his pants. I laid the cover on the chest and quickly kicked off my sandals, removed my shirt, and pants. I turned to face him with my own dick rising up halfway in anticipation of what was to come. We both moved to the bed and crawled onto it reaching the other in the middle where once more we began a deep embrace. Daryl’s tongue explored me as did mine him. We rolled around and positioned ourselves to fully touch the other and to feel the other’s body touching us. Daryl moved his right hand down to my left nipple where he found it and began squeezing it gently and pulling on it. His pressure increased as the minutes ticked by. I began a low moaning approval, and Daryl’s pressure increased driving up my responses and his need. Daryl finally rolled me onto my back and lay on top of me crushing me with his weight. He continued his attack on my nipple now at a huge level of intense pressure. I gasped whenever he removed his mouth from mine. He began licking and nipping at my neck as my hands moved over his body encouraging him without words to continue. My moans and hip jerks were my signals to him that he was raising the bar on our meeting. I felt a sharp pain on my neck as Daryl’s teeth sank into my skin. “OHHHHHHHH! YES! OH, THAT FUCKING HURTS! DAMN!” I loudly moaned from ecstasy. Daryl marked two more places on my neck with his teeth. This man knew how to pleasantly provide a needed pain to my body. I wondered what else he was going to do. “You do enjoy pain. That’s only a taste. I enjoy giving the pain. Nothing to brutalize you or physically harm you but you are going to get a lot more,” Daryl said in his heated voice now. I was not in doubt of that. He pulled away from me dropping his head down to my left nipple where he replaced his fingers that had been brutalizing it with his mouth. I felt his teeth now take up the task and push me further still. I was writhing on the bed in full heat as he used his hands and strong arms to hold me down submitting to his assault. I almost screamed but held in as much of my protest as I could gasping out my approval. My dick had become totally hard by now and was leaking pre-cum in great globules. I could feel Daryl’s dick as it periodically touched my body and knew it, too, was hard and leaking pre-cum. Further Daryl manipulated my nipple with his teeth increasing his hold on it. When I thought I could endure no more, he grabbed my hips, rose fully upright on the bed as he pushed my legs upward and back onto my chest. He spread my legs wide and dove down onto my dick swallowing it the entire length. I saw stars. He began sucking on my dick sliding it into and out of his mouth. Faster and faster he went in a frenzy of lust and purpose. My head was spinning at this new behavior and one in which I usually did not engage. It was so unexpected and was driving me toward the brink of shooting my load of cum. I knew if I did not stop him that soon I would be unloading in his mouth and would be out of sorts. Daryl continued on though driving his mouth down and up on my dick harder and harder intent on bringing me to a climax which I knew would be stupendous. Then, in the midst of my attempt to stop him, my balls said, “This is IT!” I felt the first salvo of my juices fire up and out of me into Daryl’s mouth. Over and over I continued to fire my own cum into his mouth now being driven by that primal urge to finish. Daryl continued sucking on my dick for the first few shots but then began slowing his pace until he was holding my dick fully inside his mouth as I finished off emptying my balls. I was frustrated at not having been able to hold off. Running through my brain was the thought of why Daryl had done this. Was a blow job all he wanted from me? These thoughts and more raced through my brain as I came down from my sexual high with heaves and gasps of air which I was in need of now. Slowly, Daryl lowered my legs as he pulled his mouth off my dick. I was continuing with my downward travel when I looked at Daryl who now reached up to his mouth with his right hand. He opened his mouth and drained the contents into his hand. Adeptly, he held my legs up with his left arm and hand as he quickly took the contents now in his hand and moved them to his own dick which I could only assume still hard. I noticed the movement of his right hand as it made a stroking motion. He’s going to use my own cum load as lube to fuck me! Before I could do or say anything, Daryl had me pinned backwards onto the bed. My legs were now being pushed onto my chest with his left arm as he guided his now cum-lubed hard dick to my ass opening. I felt the wetness of my own cum as he smeared my ass with his dick. He began pushing his hips forward finding my bottom. His dick began a quick search finding my hole soon. As the head of Daryl’s big mushroom headed dick pried open my ass hole, he moved his right hand up to my left shoulder as his left hand went to my right shoulder. He pushed my legs backwards even more as he pulled himself upwards as well as used his hips to finish the job of invading me. Daryl was not gentle. He did not in one ramming motion slide his fat cut big veined long dick into my ass but made the entry steady and moderately fast. I did not have time to fully compensate or adjust to him. Still, the pain was searing. My sphincter was popped open unceremoniously and without due attention. Daryl moved upward and inward. He covered my mouth with his so that no sound could escape. I began a muted defense of noise knowing full well that it was all futile . . . and glad of it tasting the remnants of my own balls that coated his mouth. My eyes were bulging as the pain mounted in my ass. Daryl cared not but continued on until the full length of his dick was resting inside me. He wasted no time and began stroking his dick with my ass. I was in pain pig heaven. I tried thrashing about but Daryl held me tightly with his hands and body crushing me. I was there for him to use and even though my body was screaming for mercy I knew there would be none and realistically did not want any. I needed to feel this man fucking me and finally filling me with his sperm. No, as he had said, I needed to feel this man breeding me and finally filling me with his sperm. As in all fucking, my body finally accepted this Black man’s huge dick, and I began turning from my own self-serving protests to giving him encouraging moans and bucks of acceptance. Daryl now picked up his pace of thrusting in and out of my ass. We began once more tasting each other as our lips mashed together and our tongues wallowed and played with the other. My arms were now wrapped around Daryl’s body holding on to him in lust. I ran my hands over his back and sides. The taste of my cum that I extracted from Daryl’s mouth was almost like an aphrodisiac to me. It was my own, and I knew it. Daryl had extracted it from my body so that he could use it to gain entrance in my body. It was all so heady. Harder and harder Daryl thrust his dick full length into my body. I felt his hardened dick as it sliced into me keeping my sphincter spread wide accepting him but also feeling as with each full thrust entry he spread my insides wide enough so that the full girth of his beautiful cut big veined dick could drive deep inside me. I disliked the feeling of each time that he withdrew from me leaving me to feel empty. He must have understood this as his return was always swift and full. Daryl loosened his grip on me moving his lips from mine down onto my neck once more where he bit me and held on. He began grinding his teeth; I was enriched by the sensation and felt my dick begin to respond. After only moments, he once more moved his right hand to my left nipple and began brutalizing it as his teeth began leaving their impressions on my skin. Harder and harder he bit as his fingers squeezed harder and harder driving his dick further and further inside me as he now began fucking faster and faster. Daryl was driving himself to completion, and I was going to do all that I could to encourage him. I wrapped my hands around his neck pulling him closer into me as I gave up gasps and pants of total enjoyment and encouragement. I licked the side of his head as best I could. He released my nipple and with both hands reached down grasping my butt lifting it upward slightly as he drove his dick now harder and harder into me. I moaned louder. “Breed me. Breed me deep. Make my body a part of you. Breed me, Daryl. Breed me! Fuck me harder! Please! Fuck your dirty seed inside me! Mark me with your seed! Mix your DNA with mine! BREED ME! BREED ME NOW, DARYL! I NEED IT! I NEED YOUR SEED IN ME! FUCKING BREED ME NOW!” With that, Daryl began panting and gasping for air as sweat poured off him onto me. His fucking became furious. On each outward pull, I squeezed down to milk his fat cut dick releasing it as he began each inward thrust. He began moaning and making guttural sounds until at last he went into overdrive and kicked in an afterburner in his hips. He plowed into my ass for about a half dozen trips and began exploding inside me with his breeding seed. He made one final inward journey crashing into me and holding as the remainder of his seed was deposited far inside me where I would savor and absorb it making him a part of me. I felt his turgid tool swelling and spitting out its contents. I relished every drop. More and more of this man’s body fluid which I needed entered me. My ass sucked it out of his cock like a Hoover. Once Daryl had made a full delivery, he began relaxing. His beautiful black dick began softening. He removed his teeth from my neck and slipped downward on top of me resting his body on mine. I felt the wet of the sweat between us knowing why it was there. He loosened his arms from my legs allowing them to slowly be lowered a little. I took my heels and gently pressed on his butt pressing him in me. I didn’t want him to pull out just yet; I needed to savor this breeding. We lay there each relishing what had just happened for our own reasons. I kept my arms wrapped around him as we each returned to normal breathing and regained our composure and resting heart rates. I hoped this man would return. He would be a great addition to my parties that I held. I wondered how much he enjoyed the outdoors thinking about my private back yard. “I hope I popped a blood vessel of yours,” Daryl said. He lifted his head and looked at me. “I want to be sure that my breeding you is going to take. You do know how to make a man welcome in your ass.” “You are welcome in my ass any time you want as long as you breed me the way you just did. Or maybe even more,” I replied. “Is it too early or presumptuous to ask if I’ll be invited back?” Daryl asked. “Well, you’re welcome in my ass any time; you have an open invitation. You need not wait for me to ask you but feel free to drop in any time. I do mean that. Just be sure you give me notice so that I’m prepared for you. I don’t like surprises for men who fuck me,” I said. “Besides, I was just thinking you might want to attend one of my special parties that I host on occasion. They are for ‘special’ men I know. And, read ‘special’ as men who are tops, versatile, bottom and whatever else is possible.” By this time, Daryl had begun slipping ever so slowly out of my ass. His dick had now deflated. I maneuvered him onto his back making the upward rise off his dick. I held tightly closed my ass so as not to lose any of his seed. I slid down on the bed and began cleaning his now flaccid dick. It tasted so good. There is nothing like the remnants of a good fuck slathered onto a dick where I can clean it off. “Not many men like you usually will suck me off first and then use my own cum as lube to fuck me. That was a treat on many levels, and I enjoyed all of them. You just about bit through my neck and about tore off my nipple. I’m not sure but I might have to file disability for it,” I said and laughed. “And, you’re welcome to do those anytime that you want, too.” I moved back up to Daryl and stretched out beside him on my stomach. “It’s a way to get a bottom off, get some natural lube, and give a hard fuck that hurts,” Daryl said as a matter of fact. “You enjoyed it though. I could tell; even with the pain. I’m betting you’re a pain freak as well. I’ll have to find out how much some time.” He grinned. I knew he would find out, too. “So, tell me anything more I need to know about you,” Daryl said. “You live alone here with your dogs. You like being fucked; you like being bred. You do know what I mean by that don’t you? Being bred?” “Being bred in my book means that the bottom is agreeing to being fucked by a man who is HIV positive. I know there are several who would disagree with that; but, it’s my view of things,” I said looking at Daryl. He smiled at me. “Well, we agree on that,” he said. “I do love breeding willing white bottoms. I do love breeding bottoms, period. I do love other things with pain pigs. And, when I find a pain pig into being bred, hey, I’m all for it. More than once usually,” Daryl reported. “You enjoy lying on your stomach afterwards?” “I do so that gravity can help after a super hot breeding.” Daryl smiled at this. We chatted on getting to know the other more. As we did, we each became more aware of the other and how much in common we were and how different we were. We meshed on many topics and learned from the other on others. All the while my ass began its return to normalcy or as close to that as it could. After awhile, Daryl began rubbing his left foot up and down my right leg. We talked on though until we were talked out for the most part. Our conversation was punctuated by moments of silence and looks. After a few more moments of silence, our looks had moved to seriousness as Daryl’s rubbing continued to move me and him. He moved closer as I turned onto my side to face him. We wrapped our arms around each other and began deeply kissing again. We broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes. I felt Daryl moving away as he adeptly maneuvered me once more face down on the bed as he positioned himself above me. I instinctively spread my legs allowing him access to my ass. I raised my hips as Daryl picked up a pillow and forced it beneath me keeping my butt raised off the bed. I readied myself not knowing precisely what was going to happen but was hoping for another round of sex with this man. My legs were pulled slightly wider as I felt Daryl moving around on the bed behind me. Soon enough I felt two fingers begin an inward thrust into my ass where they were swirled about purposefully. They began a retreat as they hooked themselves with the intent of pulling outward whatever liquid they could. Several times this procedure was done with each resulting in a feeling of fluid—however small amount it might be—overflowing out of me and running down toward my balls. I felt Daryl scooping it up and smearing it around my hole. This was going to be as enjoyable as his first drive inside me. Daryl became satisfied with his work and soon began settling behind me. I felt his left hand go onto my back as he moved closer to me. I felt the head of his dick bouncing around my ass a couple of times then his hands pulling my cheeks wide open until his bouncing dick found its mark and held steady. I once more felt his left hand on my back followed by his right hand. Slowly, very, very slowly, Daryl positioned himself over me. He began an ever increasing pressure at my hole. I relaxed and then began pushing outward as Daryl continued his inward push. Soon enough the head of his dick popped through and into me. It was just a quick sharp shock of pain that lingered only a short period of time. I sighed deeply in acceptance and encouragement. I needed to feel all of this Black man’s dick inside me once more fucking me and delivering another load of his ball juices. Slowly but steadily Daryl pushed himself into me. I felt each inch of his ever hardening cock slide further into my body invading me for another round of exquisite fucking. His dick began swelling more and more as he pushed harder into my ass driving himself deeper. We both knew what was to happen and relished in it. I gently twisted my body beneath him issuing slight moans and gasps of air signaling him my willingness. His kinky crotch hair neared my butt cheeks and began tickling me. Daryl pressed on. He now extended his hips forward as far as he could driving the remnants of his dick as far into my ass as he could holding it there as it swelled to its greatest expanse and length. I felt the tip of his dick slowly slide into place pressing snugly against my prostate where he finally satisfied himself to be. Once fully extended into my body, Daryl rested briefly as I lay still beneath him. He removed his left hand from my body and moved it beneath me grasping at my nipple as his right hand slid beneath my body wrapping around my ribs. Daryl had now rested his torso fully on me. We adjusted our legs so that he was comfortably placed behind me. I hooked my feet over his legs securing him to me for this breeding. “I’m going to breed you real good and deep this time, too, white man. I’m going to fill you full of my poison juices just like you want me to do. Only this time, I’m going to take my time, and you’re going to beg me for it. You don’t get bred if you don’t beg for it like the cum whore you are, and you are a cum whore aren’t you?” Daryl almost whispered in my ear. “Oh, fuck, yes; I’m a cum whore for your bugged juices, Daryl. I need your bug juice in me where it will brew and mutate and become a part of me as it changes me,” I said back to him. Daryl began a rhythmic pumping in and out of my ass as he gently massaged my left nipple. The more we were physically touching each other the more we shared. Daryl continued his fucking in and out of my ass as I milked his dick with each entry and exit. My soft moans of lust and enjoyment encouraged Daryl and gave proof that he was breeding a willing white man who relished such breeding from Black men. This knowledge stimulated Daryl and increased his determination and desire. It was a symbiotic relationship with each feeding the other the signals needed to drive the sexual activity to higher and higher levels that we both knew would end in once more Daryl filling my ass with his poison cum. The physical sensation of his dick in my ass doing what it was doing was superb. With each inward thrust that became harder and harder and faster and faster gave proof that Daryl was being stimulated by hearing my moans of lust and feeling my body react to his invasion. His big turgid dick spread wide a gaping invasion hole with each thrust. The sensation of my gut collapsing each time he withdrew his dick as the nerve endings in his love tool became more excited gave me an ever increasing level of lust and desire to once more feel this man inject his poison in me. A true symbiotic relationship belonged to us who were only hours before strangers. Daryl’s dick raced on with relish. I began begging Daryl, “Please, please, fuck me. I need your dick. I need you to breed me fully. Give me your death juice. Shoot it deep in me where I can keep it and let it brood and mix with all the other poison I’ve taken.” Daryl heard all this and more as he increased his speed and hardness pounding my ass to prepare it for another breeding delivery that he desired as much as I did. On and on he drove his dick into my ass as his fingers tightened their grip on my nipple. He pinched and twisted it unmercifully just as his right hand grasped my left side pulling his arm back against my stomach which closed the gap between our two naked bodies. More and more he drove us upward to that apex of sexual heights. “Daryl, man, I need that cum of yours! Please! Fuck me! Harder, Daryl; pump that load of your cum in my ass and breed me! I need to feel your dick spitting your ball juices in my ass! Jesus, you feel fucking awesome! Please, Daryl, please! Fuck that load in me! Breed me good! Please! I need to feel your poison in me now!” I almost yelled. “FUCKING WHITE BITCH! FILLING YOUR ASS NOW WITH MY POISON!” Daryl yelled in my ear just as he crushed my left nipple driving his now fully bloated dick deep in my gut and began pumping out a second load of his wonderful poison juices which I willingly took. I tried focusing on matching gripping and releasing his dick for more stimulation as he unleashed a torrent of his DNA. He flooded my body and strained to hold me tightly. I lusted for all of his attention beginning to thrash about as I lay beneath him causing my own dick and balls to finally surrender to the sensation and unleashed my own DNA onto the linen beneath me covering it and my body with the sticky gooey fluid. We lay locked together as we both went over that hilltop of passionate lust. As we began that downhill journey, our heaves to gather in air to our lungs was the only sound that permeated the room. Our sweat mixed freely. Daryl’s discharge into my body began to slacken as my discharge also waned. My left nipple was released sending a secondary round of pain through it. Finally, we both slumped in exhaustion and settled in for a rest with Daryl on top of me. Several minutes passed in this final pose. “That load of cum tasted just as sweet as the first load you put in me,” I finally said in a hoarse voice. Daryl did a half cough and laugh but continued his repose. “You’re very special. You don’t mind letting a man know upfront what you’re passing out. I like that. I like surprises, too, but I like hearing about what I’m getting just as much. It all goes with the man who does the giving though. You’ve got class in how you tell things.” Daryl spoke, “You really do like taking poz loads then.” Daryl began slowly moving upward. He carefully moved his right arm and left hand from beneath me and rose up on his knees easing his dick slowly out of my ass as I once more gently but firmly gripped it extracting whatever remained of his fluid. “You can’t be chasing. You gotta be poz. I could be wrong, but I doubt it. Doesn’t change my like though: I do love breeding willing white men.” “I take any load but poz ones are special for some reason. I guess ‘cause they’re poz. You can breed me any time you want. You know how to breed good, deep, and hard.” I said. “You like just taking poz loads . . . or any load . . . or you like the whole treatment as if you weren’t poz?” Daryl queried. He was moving around on the bed behind me but kept me pushed face down. “You announced that I was poz; I’ve not confirmed or denied it. So, since I enjoy a good, hot, hard breeding like you give I have no objection with a full treatment when I take poz loads. What use are they if they can’t have their maximum effect?” I replied. With that, I felt Daryl move slightly on the bed and felt his hands on my hips lifting me up. I got up on all fours. “I made a mess on the bed under me. You fucked my load of cum out of my own balls.” I said and gave a half laugh. “Keep your head on the bed. You sure you know what I mean by whole treatment for breeding?” Daryl asked. “Well, if it’s like other men, it means you work my ass over inside so that any poz cum has a better chance of being absorbed. Since I’m in this position now and with this conversation, I’m hoping you are going to do just that to me,” I said. With that, I felt Daryl settle on the bed and then his hands on my ass. He began a slow working of a finger around my hole teasing me. After several moments of rubbing his fingers around and teasing me about inserting them, I did feel the tip of a finger as it directly landed on my hole. It was pushed inward and slid easily inside. Daryl began fucking my ass with his finger. Slowly in and out he went increasing the speed and direction of his finger. He stopped on one of his outward pulls and inserted a second finger. He continued his fucking until he added a third. His long fingers were reaching inside me obviously but not nearly as far as his dick had. Soon enough Daryl withdrew his ring finger leaving his index and middle fingers. He began his ritual of using his nails to slice and abrade my inside. He did the usual of twisting and turning and pushing deep inside me then withdrawing his fingers so that his nails dug into my lining. For some reason I believe his ritual was very practiced as Daryl proceeded in an orderly and rhythmic fashion. This went on for a very long time and then he said, “Ah. Yes. Finally. I’ve got a nice healthy pink color coming out on my fingers.” Then, he went back to work finishing his job several minutes later. “If you look in the top drawer you will find a helper now,” I volunteered. Daryl reached over opening the drawer, withdrew the black dick-shaped dildo, and placed the tip of it at my opening. Without hesitation or any lube, he shoved the dildo full force into my ass. I winced as the pain raced through me. He gave it a few twists and settled it in to do its job. I stretched out fully on the bed now and turned to him as he lay down next to me. “You truly do give a full service breeding. Thank you very much.” I said. He reached over pulling me to him, and we kissed deeply. We pulled apart but held onto each other. “You’re a rare breed, but I like you. I’d like to breed you a lot if you’re interested.” “Daryl, you have a very special breeding ritual which I thoroughly enjoy. Any time that we can get together, I am all for it. I’m not telling you my status because without knowing you will always have a little inkling that you just might be the one to convert me,” I said and grinned. “That would very much excite me. I can just imagine what your little swimmers are doing inside me now. Racing outwards, running into my dildo, squeezing around it, finding a flared piece of skin, and go rushing in it where I can make you a part of me forever.” “You’re a sick pervert,” Daryl said looking straight at me with no emotion. “Yes, I am. And, in so admitting, this makes you what,” I queried looking at him with an equal amount no emotion. Daryl thought for a bit and said, “It makes me probably only one of a large number of men who breed you. I won’t delude myself into believing I’m the only one breeding or fucking you. But, I’ll bet I am one of the best.” “Well, you have an excellent assessment of our relationship,” I responded. “I will bet that you are not bothered by such of an arrangement. In fact, I will bet that you enjoy the thought of my being so blatant about my sex life and how I enjoy being bred.” Daryl smiled slightly, “You have me pegged right. I enjoy knowing and watching almost as much as I do enjoy breeding.” “Then, you definitely will be put on my private party list,” I said. Daryl pulled me to him once more, and we kissed deeply. Nothing sensual or erotic; it was our way of sealing a deal. We both knew that Daryl would be invited and he would attend every private party I held. Daryl didn’t know what they entailed but was willing to find out. “Now, I need to go. I’ve got an early day tomorrow and a long one,” Daryl announced pulling away from me. He rose up from the bed in haste leaving me somewhat in a lurch. He walked into the bathroom and returned after a short visit. I hadn’t heard any water works but dismissed his action when he came into view again. His beautiful fat black 9 inch dick was jutting out from his pubic shrub filled almost fully once more. “Looks like I’ve got a situation that’s keeping me from pissing again.” I smiled devilishly shifted my leg, reached back and removed the black dick-shaped dildo from my ass, and placed it on one of the towels in the top drawer. I maneuvered myself around so that my ankles were at the edge of the bed and lowered myself spreading my ass open for access. Daryl walked up behind me pulling me upward so that once more the fat head of his dick was at my ass hole. I felt the pressure as he pushed inward reaching over my body to grasp my shoulders as he had done before. His dick began its slide into me slicking itself with the remnants of Daryl’s two loads of cum and the fuck juices he had created. This time Daryl was not interested in any foreplay. He knew his two previous fucks had left an impression on my ass and that it was ready for a good fucking from him with no hint of any pain. This would be purely sexual lust on his part and mine. There was no pretense between us. We knew what we each needed and wanted and were quite willing to be where we each were and to do what we were going to do. As soon as Daryl had fully inserted his wonderful dick in my ass again as far as my prostate, he began fucking in earnest. I grasped the bed linen and braced myself. I quickly grasped the intent of this fuck: This was a late development of his having swallowed something in the kitchen. I cared not what it was but only longed for another delivery from him. Daryl was grasping my shoulders hard and even though he was as tall as he was this left him not much room for withdrawing from me. Still, it was enough to give him a good slide. I felt each shortened jab inward hitting my prostate again and again. I wondered if he would repeat making me cum again but quickly focused on his dick. “Fuck, yeah, Daryl. Hit my prostate. Drive that fat black dick of yours all the way in me. Spread all that bug juice of yours around inside me. Push it up against my gut. Force those swimmers of yours into those cuts you gave me. Fucking breed me hard, man. Come on, fucker, give me a ride and some more of your poison! Breed my willing white ass like you did before! Bounce those fucking balls of yours off me and knock out all that bug juice you got to impregnate me! Come on, fucker, give me that bloody dirty cum load of yours!” I spat at him. Daryl began to fuck me harder with each of my utterances. He drove into me deeper and harder than he had before. I heard him grunting as he jammed and slammed his dick full length into me again and again and again. His grip held me in place as his pounding jarred me and surely would have knocked me forward on my face had his grip not been so strong. I concentrated on how his pounding felt and how my body was reacting. My breathing became harder. I hooked my feet flat against the side of the mattress hoping to keep myself upright and in the right position for Daryl’s onslaught. I began milking Daryl’s dick as it invaded and escaped. My hands began slipping and had to be re-set. I began sweating again as the pounding increased in tempo and depth. I delicately had to reposition my knees as they slid outward slowly and slightly causing my ass to lower making it more difficult for this tall Black man to use my ass for breeding purposes. Daryl continued to shove, pound, jam, cram, stuff, invade, push, enter, and swell my insides as he fucked me stimulating his nerve endings as he stimulated the nerve endings in me. His sweat dropped onto me once again. I could tell from the speed that Daryl was nearing the climax when he would once more deposit his poison swimmers in my ass giving his DNA one more try at mixing with mine and becoming a part of me. On one last slam inwards his hands caught my shoulders again holding me into place. Without hesitation, his hands left my shoulders and grabbed my hips as he pulled his once again fully fattened dick out of my ass leaving me with a sense of emptiness. In three more invasive thrusts I felt his dick slam fully into me striking my prostate hard and hold there. Once more I felt Daryl’s fluid tube delivery system pump his fluid into me. I gripped his dick hard each time there was that slight pause in delivery of DNA. I released his dick in time to feel another blast of that white gooey poison of his hit the inside of me splattering across my prostate. I felt his sweaty hands gripping my hips hard not allowing them to slip away holding me in place so that once more he could deliver my needed goop to me. I moaned my willing acceptance and lust for his juices. More and more he pumped into me as we both came down from our high from this breeding round. At last he was finished, and we both held our places in satisfaction. When his dick began to deflate, he slowly pulled it from my body as I clamped down on it hard. I felt it plop out of my ass and waited. It was only a matter of very few seconds when I felt his hands release my hips. They immediately were at my ass entrance. His index and forefinger invaded me as his dick had done. He went to work making sure that all was right between us. He continued his work in a constant work field by swapping off his left fingers for his fingers on his right hand and back again. He made sure that every inch that he could reach was affected. I felt like I was being torn apart and probably was but loved it. “One day I’m going to shove my hand all the way up to my elbow after I’ve fucked you. That should make sure those bugs get in you good. And, I’ve decided, that, yes, I am going to be the one that converts you. It doesn’t matter who has fucked you before or who else fucks you. It’s going to be my strain,” Daryl announced pulling his fingers out. He replaced them with my plug. I quickly moved from the bed and knelt on the floor cleaning his dick and his fingers. I lavished my tongue all over his fingers and hands sweeping them clean with my long licks and suckling his now deflated but still beautiful big dick. Daryl pulled me up to stand in front of him. Once more we wrapped our arms around the other and held tightly. Our bond and roles had been set now. There would be no hesitation in the future. No sparring or niceties would be needed. We could only become closer as friends but friends with special roles. A slap on my ass signaled me to release. “Sorry. I need to piss again,” Daryl said. I immediately knelt in front of him grabbing him as he began to walk away. I took his fatted dick in my mouth half way and held it as I gently stroked his right leg. Daryl settled himself with legs spread as if before a urinal and surely he was. I patiently waited breathing ever so lightly. Soon, I felt the first hesitation of warm water in my mouth. I greedily swallowed and looked upward in consent. He let loose a torrent of water now from his dick just as surely as he had let loose a similar flood of his cum. It mattered not to me. This was his essence, and it would be mine. I greedily swallowed and swallowed and swallowed keeping up with the flow as he finished his call of nature. I felt the warm water slacken and stop followed by short bursts of smaller amounts of that same warmth. I savored every drop. After swallowing the last drop from him, I gently released his dick from my mouth placing it gently in front of his body where it hung like a heavy blackened tube. I looked at his crotch area taking in all the sight. I rose. I would take all of his body fluids and savor them in my own body. Whatever he gave I was willing to accept. This was my offer to him. I looked at Daryl, and he winked and grinned slightly. We moved to his clothes. I helped him to dress and quickly donned my own. We walked silently back to the living room to the front door. “You are welcome back here any time. I believe you will come back and that we’ll become good friends,” I said. “I will be back. It’s not often that finding someone like you is done online. You’ve got my number, too. We’ll talk soon. And, I’m going to breed your white ass really good. I’ll have to find some special way to do you. I was serious about shoving my hand up your ass as far as my elbow. I think we both would enjoy that,” Daryl said. “Well, I’ve been fisted. Not a lot though. I’ll have to get me in good party mode when you do. With your hands and arms, it’s going to take a big party but I should be able to do it,” I replied without blinking. Daryl stood there and looked at me. “Maybe not the next time. But, one day, yes, you’ll have to have that big party. And, when you do, I’m going to keep it up until I can jack off inside you,” he said. “Deal,” I said. He winked and was out the door. I watched as his Jeep backed out of the drive and disappeared down the street. My ass was already tingling thinking about his arm thrust up inside me. I kept trying to imagine the physical sensation it would be but couldn’t. I closed the door and turned to get my girls for bed. It was late now. It had been an interesting day to say the least. Very interesting. I let the girls out and made the rounds locking and checking the doors and turning out lights. We walked slowly back to my bedroom. I thought about sleeping and knew I would but did I want to try it with the plug in? I thought I’d give it a go and climbed into bed turning out the light by the bed and going under the covers. The girls jumped up and settled into their spots. I curled up on my stomach. It wasn’t long before I was out. Part 10 I woke with a start. My brain scrambled to assemble itself. Was I still in the same position? Had I moved at all during the night? From what I recalled, if I had moved I had also moved back to where I had fallen asleep. Surely I had not slept so soundly that I hadn’t moved at all. No matter though. My girls were up, yawning, and stretching, and it was time for their morning ritual. I left them eating after having done their business outside. A pot of coffee and a cup were all I needed for now. I set my items on the nightstand and went into my bathroom. I put my foot up on the tub and removed my plug tossing it into the sink to clean later. I took care of my own pressing need to piss. I thought about tasting the warm water from Daryl the night before and began to get aroused. It had tasted so good. As I exited my bathroom, the girls arrived, and we returned to bed. I needed some coffee and possibly a lot of it. The girls settled down on their spots again. I clicked on the TV and flipped through the channels settling on one that was showing a black and white movie. I half listened and watched as I ran back through yesterday and what was to come this week. I needed to focus but just didn’t want to. I did focus on drinking my coffee. I finished off the pot of coffee and decided it was time to get up and start the day. I took things back to the kitchen and made another pot of coffee. I took the first cup into my office where I started through the mail which included bills. I verified each of them and checked them against my account making sure that the correct amount had been paid putting those in my paid tray while returning the unpaid ones to my open tray. I pulled out my financials from work and started over them. I spent the needed time to make sure I had a full picture of what was going on with everything. This was tedious but essential if a business is to stay in business. I made my notes to hand off to Stuart and turned to my department heads reports. More notes made and approvals given. Just a typical Sunday morning in the home office. What type of day was this going to be? I had no plans. Probably a relaxed day at home before another work week. Then, the phone rang. I looked at the ID and it was James. I picked up immediately and said hello. “I’m nearby and coming to get my tape. I hope it was made,” he said. “Oh, yes, Sir; it was made. Or at least I did what I thought was correct to get it made,” I said. “Good. We’ll see how good of a technician you are as well as an actor. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. I need to vent some frustration from work and fuck a load in my ass. See you soon,” he announced and hung up. I hung up the phone, settled up the rest of the papers, and shot off to my bedroom where I prepped it in record time as well as made a quick clean out of myself. I was drying off when I heard a voice calling me. I walked into the bedroom as James entered from the hall. “How’s my fucking bitch? I sent your girls to their room. I need to work off some frustration on you kunt,” James said as he continued walking into the room. I was totally naked. I followed him over to a chair where he began taking off his uniform. I quickly undid buttons keeping out of his way as best I could as he removed his utility belt. Quickly I got him out of his shirt and t-shirt placing them neatly out of the way. He had seated himself; I knelt and removed his shoes and socks. He stood quickly unbuckling his belt, unfastened the snap, and unzipped his trousers. Down they came quickly along with his underwear. I stood taking his trousers after he had ceremoniously removed his belt folding them and placing them neatly on the chair. He pointed to the bed. As I walked toward the bed, James said, “Face down; spread eagle; not one fucking word or sound out of you, bitch.” I obeyed immediately. I no sooner settled myself than the blows rained down on me. James lashed out with a fury. From the force of his belt hitting me, I still made physical jumps and twitches. He had not said anything about that. The pain was almost unbearable. My nerve endings were in shock and horrified. I knew that my back, ass, and legs were now striped with most likely blood red tracks from where his leather belt had met my skin. My dick was smashed between me and the mattress and was doing its best to fill with blood but was cramped in its confinement. I knew what James’s dick was doing. His dick had the freedom that mine did not. His dick was rising higher and higher in anticipation and excitement filling with his blood engorging it for use that would come soon. Blow after blow James vented his anger and frustration whatever it was. I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was he was here and awarding me with his anger. I was the chosen one who was being marked for him to see driving him into a higher state of preparedness as his anger subsided. I didn’t count them but somewhere about a dozen strokes of his belt had now torn across my skin. The pain was past searing now. I was clenching my teeth and eyes in determination as were my hands on the bed linen. Sweat was poring from every pore. I heard the belt hit the floor. I waited. James leaped onto the bed scrambling behind me screaming, “GET THE FUCK UP ON YOUR KNEES, YOU BITCH!” I quickly moved as directed. Secondary pain raced through my body nerve endings causing a full universal heaven of stars to appear. Dutifully, I positioned myself and felt James move into a position now directly behind me. For good measure, James slapped his hands onto my back. An even greater surge of pain shot through me. He began slapping both of my ass cheeks with his hands several times before grabbing my hips. With no ceremony or warning, James then plunged full force and length into my ass with his now fully hardened dick. Oh, how he was turned on by the beating as he released his anger on using me! I was so privileged. James no sooner was fully inserted in me than he as quickly yanked his dick back out completely. Several times he repeated ramming full force into my ass and then yanking out totally. He brutally assaulted my hole. He knew precisely what he was doing. His fucking then took on a steady fucking motion as he put an almost death grip on my hips. He ravaged my ass with his dick plunging in and out as viciously as he had used his belt on the outside of me. The entire scene was wild and beyond what we had done before. When I came to my senses, I began milking James’s cock as best I could considering the fast pounding he was giving me. I was determined to milk this man’s wild load of cum into my ass. It was my duty to do so. James slammed harder and harder into my ass punching into my prostate. He drove deep into me adding to his already high state of excitement. His balls were slapping against mine. No doubt they were going to be bruised. I knew my ass would be. “YOU MOTHERFUCKIN’ BITCH KUNT FROM HELL!” James screamed. He shoved his dick as far inside me as he could as he tightened his grip on my hips even more. I felt his dick throbbing and spitting out his load of cum. I kept a moderate pressure on his dick now that it was spasming and making its delivery. More and more of his cum shot out of his dick and became mine. His balls were still but doing their duty. I began to shake slightly with my own excitement. James’s breathing which had moved to gasps and heaves began to settle to somewhat normal and finally normal. He loosened his grip but kept his dick inserted in me full length. I loved the feeling of it there. I could tell that his dick was now making very little deposit in my ass but made no move. I was here for him to use and contented myself with my post. James reached down and pulled on my legs, and we settled down flat on the bed with James stretched out on top of me. I then felt liquid warmth. James was pissing in my ass. It was slow at first but he increased his volume of flooding my gut. I made no move or sound. I was lightheaded in delight and excitement even with the secondary pain I was receiving as James lay on top of me where he had also just beaten me. My dick again began to swirl around getting hard and to drip more pre-cum at the thought of what I was receiving. Oh, what a wonderful additional pleasure. All too soon though I felt the water pressure lessen and lessen and then stop totally. James remained on top of me. I stayed perfectly still connected to James with his wonderful dick fully inserted in my ass. “Not bad, kunt. I learn more about you every time I’m here,” James said. He shifted upwards balancing himself on his hands and slowly withdrawing his dick from my ass. I gently squeezed on it out of habit since his pissing surely had flushed any remnants of his cum into me. Still, I didn’t want any piss surprise spewing out on him. As the head of his dick reached my sphincter, James slowed almost to a halt and let the remaining part ease out naturally on its own with that gentle pop and plop that dicks do so well. James adjusted himself on the bed. I felt his hands running over my back, ass, and legs. I knew well what he was doing: He was inspecting his handiwork with his belt. The marks still sent secondary shockwaves of electricity through me. I didn’t know if he had raised any welts or not but whatever I looked like made him happy which made me happy. I wondered what it was that he was venting from his work but would never ask. That would be unheard of from such a trained sub pain pig if not deadly. James finally moved off the bed followed by me. He walked to his clothes as did I. I assisted him in dressing quickly. This was not the time that a shift would be over or starting. He was being covered no doubt and had to return to duty. I had to see that he was ready and fit. With the last bit of clothing restored to him, he donned his utility belt finally looking at me. No expression at all. He walked over to the cabinet opening a drawer. He depressed a couple of buttons, and I heard the whirring of a tape being discharged. He slid it into a container, removed another tape sliding it into the machine. “Every time you get fucked in here I want it recorded. You got that?” “Yes, Sir,” I said. “This better be worth my time, bitch. You’ll know if it was the next time you see me,” he said. “Walk to the door with me.” We walked to the front door where he turned to face me. “Thursday of next week we leave for an out of town trip. Arrange it. You’ll be gone until the following Monday. Our flight leaves at eleven in the morning, and we’re back about four thirty Monday afternoon. You won’t go to work Tuesday either. You’ll need two thousand ready for me by this Friday and another three I’ll take when I pick you up to go to the airport. Here is a list of what you will take. You won’t handle money unless I give it to you to pay for something. This isn’t negotiable. Yes, it’s expensive. I’m expensive and have expensive tastes. You can count on using your credit card, too. I need a vacation out of town, and you’re paying for it. You’ve got no problem with that either, do you?” “No, Sir; no problem at all,” I said. I held on to the list not daring to look at it but wondering what was on it nevertheless. I’d know soon enough. Putting his finger to his temple, James said, “I have stored every conversation we’ve had. I am going to enjoy this trip and get some relaxation out of it. You think you know me well enough by now to know what you can expect. You know nothing. By the time we return, you’ll know my word is law in more than one way. This will be the first of possibly many trips out of town you and I take . . . if . . . if you can deal with it.” “Sir, you plan the trip. I will be ready. You know the money is not an issue. You handling the money is not an issue. Credit card, not an issue. I trust you implicitly and explicitly. You will not allow any harm to come to me. I know that. You command; I will obey,” I said looking directly into his eyes. “I’m busy all this week and next until we leave on Thursday. You remember about the taping. Every time you have sex in your bedroom, tape it. Number the tapes and keep them in that drawer. I’ll get them what you have on Friday when I pick up the money and when I have time next week. Remember: I don’t give a damn who fucks you when I’m not around. But, you belong to me to use when I am. Right?” James said. “Yes, Sir,” I replied knowing he meant it. “Later,” James said. He turned and was out the door.