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Marked as His – Hold the Cum in: The Saturday night I first met him was the start of a relationship in which I came to fully accept and embrace my interest in men, as well learn a great deal about many aspects of sex I was previously unfamiliar with. No one that I had met before him had taken me so far beyond the realm of vanilla sex, but he did in so many ways. First, a little more about our times together, including holding his cum in my ass, cuffs and stuff, and then a story of one Sunday afternoon when he had me provide the half-time entertainment during a football game for his friends that still makes me whimper as I was the grand finale when he became a fuck beast and his horse dick buddy went all out on my ass. My BBC owner and I did not ‘date’, did not go out to the movies or dinner, and he never came to my house, but I saw him almost every night for several months when our work schedules allowed as he would call me when he got off work and tell me he wanted some pussy, or would just say, “Come on, you ready?” Some nights he met me at the door naked and hard and would just bend me over and fuck me as soon as the door shut until he shot his nutt in my ass. Other nights he would enter me slow and take his time on the bed using lube. His bed was elevated and was the perfect level to bend over for him to get a straight shot or for me to get on my back. He always had the poppers handy as that seemed to help me open up for him better and his favorite way of fucking ended up having me bent over in front of him with his hands grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into him as he slam fucked. That BBC could stay hard for hours and shoot multiple loads, so whenever I was at his house I had cum dripping out my ass pretty much all the time as he always wanted to plant one nutt right away and then sometimes two or three more throughout the evening. I never quite new what to expect, beyond knowing that I was going to get fucked and he was going to be verbal and nasty, and while it almost always hurt at first, every day I craved and needed him inside me more and more. In between rounds of sex we only talked about simple things and he made it clear he was not interested in talking about his past. I assumed from all the secretness and such that he lived a ‘straight’ life and maybe had been married, especially since he always had straight porn playing. He told me a number of times that there better not be any other dick up my ass besides his unless he told me otherwise. At first, I did not quite know what he meant by that or why would he tell me to fuck with someone else, but I would learn. I always just replied said, “Yes Sir.” One time he added almost as an afterthought, “I fuck any pussy I want, but right now, my dick likes making yours mine.” That was as warm and fuzzy as he got verbally, but falling asleep in his arms with his dick buried inside me and feeling his cum burn my guts was all the assurance I wanted or needed. Even better was being woken up in the middle of the night with his arm around my neck, his hand sliding over my mouth, and him whispering in my ear, “Shhhh, let me in, shhhhh,” as his dick pushed into my ass for another round. - Hold the cum in – My BBC owner always had some new way to surprise and shock my still naïve sexual sensibilities. The second night I stayed over was a Sunday and when I got up to go home he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight by the door and whispered, “Let me have it again.” I just nodded, pulled my shorts down and bent forward and put my hands against the door. He spit on my ass and started fucking, telling me how he could feel his cum from last night up there and how much he liked that. He shot pretty quickly and then turned me to look into his eyes, “I WANT THAT CUM STILL IN THAT PUSSY WHEN YOU COME BACK TONIGHT.” I didn’t know what to say and had never heard of such a thing. Was it even possible? So I just nodded, pulled my shorts up and left. I was careful when I showered to keep my ass clenched and then spent all day at work worried that my co-workers could smell it, or smell him on me, or what if some leaked out? I finally couldn’t hold it any longer and had to go. When I saw him that night the first thing he asked was if I still had his cum. When I told him no and started to apologize I could see the disappointment in his eyes and he did not say a word, but fucked me anyways. That became a fairly regular routine where he would stop me by the door, give me another load, and tell me, “I want that cum still in that pussy when you come back tonight.” It was a couple visits later when I did come back with his cum still inside me and his eyes almost glowed as he got an evil grin on his face when I nodded and said, “Yes Sir, I still have your cum.” I then gasped as he tried to literally rip my shorts off as he pushed me onto the tiled floor of the entryway. He had been aggressive and rough before, but nothing like this. He was like a total beast, grunting as he got me down and worked his own clothes off and pulled his straining dick it. I was afraid and confused as I was not quite sure if he was upset with me or what, but I figured his hard dick was a good sign. Hold the Cum In Turns into- Racial Rape Play and Misc Fun - That was the first time we did racial rape play. Once I was laying flat on the floor he sort of squatted over my back, reached around and shoved his left hand into my mouth. He then almost growled, “Fucking white bitch, I’m gonna rape that pussy with this “N-” dick.” He took his hand out of my mouth, grabbed my t-shirt that he had ripped off and shoved it my mouth instead. I tried to wiggle a little and he slapped my ass with a full arm swing. “Fucking bitch,” – then he dropped down on me and went balls deep. As he did he pushed my head down to the floor and I tried to make noise but with the t-shirt in my mouth could do nothing but grunt. With every thrust he told me he was raping my white pussy, giving me his “N-” cum and how he could feel his cum up there making it easy for him to go deep and rip my second hole. Just as I thought he was going to cum, he stopped, yanked out, and pushed me into the bathroom, bent me over the vanity and sink, and slid back up my ass. The verbal and dick assault continued. He moved his hands from my shoulders to my hips and grabbed a handful of flesh in each hand, squeezed hard and started grunting as he dicked me faster and faster and in about 10 strokes he shot. He literally screamed out when cummed and his whole body shivered. We stood like that for a while and then his cock slid out and he pushed me into the tub. “Kneel,” he ordered. I did and soon felt him start pissing on me. This was the first time we had done water sports and he did not tell me to drink it or what, but I opened my mouth and took what I could. When he finished he told me to clean up and he walked out. Every time I would come over and tell him I still had his cum in me it was like that. He would get even more intense and very racially verbal and then piss on me in the tub. There were lots of things in addition to water sports that he liked. He enjoyed pissing in my ass sometimes and then fucking me. Sometimes he would hand cuff my hands around the bed post and fuck me bent over as I tried to stand/keep my balance using the post as a shoulder rest. One night he got out strawberries and whipped cream and shoved the strawberry up my ass and then ate it out. Holy FUCK! I had had my ass licked before, but nothing like that. My cock was dripping and I was begging him to fuck me. He then put the whip cream on his balls and I spent a long while licking and sucking his nuts. He was never really much into oral sex, which was fine with me and while he would have me suck him occasionally, it always progressed quickly to fucking. Marked as His –Sunday Football Fun – I’m the half-time Show and the Grand Finale was one for the Books My BBC owner and I had been seeing each other for a couple months when one Sunday afternoon he had me provide the half-time entertainment during a football game that still makes me whimper. Usually he always fucked me before sending me home, but that Sunday he didn’t, he just told me to be back to his place early that afternoon as he had some things to do and not to be late. He called me later and told me to pick up some chips and salsa and stuff at the store. When I arrived back at his place, he let me in and I noticed that he had plates out, and snacks, and stuff for drinks, and I was sort of confused. I asked what was going on and he said later, and to just help him, so I did. He then handed me a beer and told me to drink it up as he wanted me to get a nice buzz on and enjoy myself today. Soon everything was set up and he directed me to the bedroom, laid me on the bed, pulled my ass to the edge, put my heels on his shoulders and started to fuck me raw. He shot fairly quickly – for him – and when he pulled out he said, “Just stay there,” and then he went in and hopped in the shower. So I lay on the bed and waited. He came out, dried off, got dressed in some clean clothes, came over and sat on the bed and told me to sit beside him. This was sort of weird and I knew something was up. “You’re my pussy,” he said, “and as I’ve told you, I’ve marked you as mine. I also told you no other dick better be in you unless I say so – right?” I just nodded, afraid as I knew I had not played with anyone else, but did he think I had? What was going on? He continued, “I got a few buddies coming over this afternoon to watch the football game.” I started to say something as I had never met any of his friends, but he kept talking, “…and I want you to stay in here and keep the door closed. I’m going to want more of that pussy today because my boys and I are going to party really hard and have a good time while we watch the game and that makes me really horny.” I could not imagine how he could get hornier than he always seemed, but did not say anything and kept listening. “So you stay in here, and I have something else for you.” He then reached into his nightstand and pulled out a blindfold. “I’ll bring in a bunch of beer for you, and you can watch the little TV – but low.” The big TV in his bedroom always had the straight porn playing. “Put this blindfold on your head. When you hear the door open to the bedroom I want you to put it over your eyes, and then lean over the right side of the bed with your ass in the air and be ready with the lube and poppers. I promise you, that pussy will be used and you better keep the cum in you.” The bedroom had a little entry hallway from the living room that had closets and stuff in it so there was always advanced warning when someone was coming in. I told him, “OK”, he nodded and left the bedroom shutting the door behind him. I lay back on the bed and must have dozed off a little and woke up a bit later and had to take a minute to orient myself as he had blackout curtains in his bedroom so it was always pitch dark no matter the time of day except for the light from the TV playing straight porn. I noticed he had a new film playing, it was still a black on white girl gangbang, but was one I had not noticed before. I could faintly hear muffled voices coming down the hallway, and occasional laughter, so assumed some of his friends had arrived. I turned over and turned the little black and white TV on. He had brought me a red cooler filled with beer, so I had downed 2 and was on number 3 when I heard the door open. I immediately slid the blindfold down, and scooted off the bed and bent over. I soon felt my BBC owner rubbing my ass cheeks and heard him saying, “Hmmmm…..Hmmmmm.” Then he slapped my ass hard and I yelped a little, but then said, “Yes, please”. He moved close up against my side. I could feel his dick through his pants and he bent down and said into my ear, “Not right now, but I’ll be back very soon.” I could tell he had been partying and drinking and was disappointed he was not going to fuck me, but then remembered his friends were here. He then left me alone once again. I climbed back up onto the bed and slammed beer 4 and 5. It was only about 20 minutes since he left and I was part way through beer 6 and feeling a good buzz when I heard the door. I scrambled back off the bid, slid the blindfold down, and waited for him as I was horny and wanted him inside me. It seemed like I waited forever and then I felt him squeeze my left ass check, then my right as he stood behind me. Wait – no – IT WASN’T HIM! I started to freak a little and almost stood up to ask what the hell. My mind raced. This must be one of his friends, but I belonged to my BBC. He would get angry. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? I then started to stand up and felt another hand push me back down. I then heard my BBC friend’s voice as he leaned in and whispered into my ear. “My friend here needs a little pussy and I told him you got some good white pussy, so I’ll be back later.” He the let go of me and the guy behind me started rubbing my ass. The new guy grabbed my left arm and pulled me down towards the floor. I heard him unzip his pants and he pushed my head into his crotch. I started to suck on his dick, which was not that big, but got hard pretty quick. He then pushed me back off his dick, I stood up, bent back over, and felt him squeeze some lube into my ass. He then started rubbing his dick up and down the crack and then popped it into my hole. The anonymous guy in my ass did not say a word, just made a little noise with each thrust. He did not fuck really hard or fast, sort of steady and even and soon shot his cum. I did not feel it, but could tell as his dick throbbed and he grunted. He pulled out and I heard what I thought was someone talking, but figured they were cheering the game or something. As I heard the door to the bedroom open and close I started to straighten up and heard my BBC friend say, “Get down.” Where did he come from? He must not have left. I heard him unzip his pants and felt his big cock head push against my ass. He slid all the way in and leaned on my back. “GOOD PUSSY, FUCK BITCH! NICE WARM PUSSY, WORKING THAT CUM IN YOU – AH FUCK YEAH!!” and then he shot. He pulled out, grabbed my head and said, “Lick it off,” then left. I padded into the bathroom and let out a bladder of beer, all the while making sure to clench my hole to keep the cum in. I climbed up on the bed and slammed another beer. I was sort of hurt and confused as I thought I was ‘his’, how could he let that guy fuck me? But as my ass throbbed and I felt the cum on the edges of my hole, I realized he must have liked watching that guy and knowing his cum was in me. He was sharing me with his friend, and he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t want to admit fucking me. So I figured what the hell that was fun to do once. Little did I know. Maybe 10 minutes had gone by and I heard the door again, so I got into position and took a hit of poppers. I heard pants unzip and drop. They had keys in the pocket and kept rattling and it sounded like his foot was caught. My friend did not have keys in his pocket, so his friend must have come back. I soon felt a big finger go up my slick asshole and it made me jump. No, this was a different guy, and he fingered me 3 or 4 times, pulled it out, then I felt the head of his dick at my hole. It just paused there and felt like he was jerking it a little. I heard the lube spit out, and felt him jerking again. He must be watching the porn and decided to jerk off on my ass. I was wrong. “Oh baby,” he said, grabbed my hips and drove his cock in. His cock was fatter than my friends, so my ass resisted. “God damn it!” and he pushed again. This time my ass hole spread enough and he shoved further in. I grunted with the pain as his cock was even fatter at the base and it made my ass burn. “Oh baby, oh baby,” he kept saying over and over as he fucked. He pulled all the way out twice and shoved it back in making me take hits of poppers each time to deal with it. He started fucking rougher and deeper and I was not sure I could take it anymore. I put my hand back on his leg and he slapped it away and thrust harder. He then pistol fucked me taking his cock out to the end of his head and slamming back in faster and faster. “OH BABY,” he said really loudly, shuddered, “Shit shit shit SHIT!!!” and then his whole body shook. “Shit!” I could feel his cum hitting the sides of my guts from his jet-fueled squirts. He yanked out making me gasp, went into the bathroom, washed off in the sink, and then I heard him leave. God damn that hurt! I was breathing heavy and felt like I had to piss again really bad from all that beer – or the deep fucking. That guy felt like he had hit my kidneys. My legs were aching too and as I stood to stretch I heard the door. NO, I can’t take it again, so I just slumped against the bed. “Smells like fucked pussy.” It was my BBC friend. He stepped up behind me, slid a couple fingers up my ass, moved them around, “Hmmmm, nice and wet” and then pulled them out. He stuck them in my mouth, “You like that pussy? Got you fucked real good, taste that cum, hmmm.” He pulled his fingers out and I said, “I don’t think I can take it anymore and can’t keep the cum from coming out.” My BBC replied, “You’re not done, but I won’t fuck you right now. I know he has a fucking horse dick on him and ain’t gentle, so will give you a minute. Drink up.” Then he left. I went to the bathroom and could not believe how much cum, lube, and ass juices came out. I went back to the bed, stuck my finger in the beer and rubbed it around my tender hole. The sting hurt like hell, but seemed to make it feel better after a few seconds. I drank two beers as fast as I could and was feeling it really kick in. The door opened and the sounds from the living room were really loud. Sounded like more than 3 people – oh damn! I was tempted to stay where I was, but sighed as I did not want to disappoint my fried so I assumed the position. Heard pants unzip, then felt someone sit up on the bed beside me. They then guided my head to their dick and I started sucking. This dick was about the size of the first one but clearly a different guy. He was mumbling “Fuck her, yeah fuck her,” so I knew he was watching the porn. He shot, I swallowed, and he left. As soon as the door closed it opened again so I flipped back over and felt someone behind me. It was the first guy again, at least I was sure from his dick being about that size and again, when he fucked he just made a little noise with each thrust. He did not fuck really hard or fast, sort of steady and even and soon shot his cum. He finished and I felt someone petting my ass. Not my friend, someone else, and he started rubbing my ass round and round as I heard the guy who just fucked me leave. The guy started licking my ass. “Nice ass, there, real nice ass,” he said when he stood up. I heard him spit and braced myself. He was not as big as the horse dicked guy, but he was pretty big, almost as big as my friend. He eased it in, let it sit in my hole a minute once he was in. “Oh yeah, nice ass.” He started stroking my guts and before long I felt him shoot his load. It was hot and seemed to cling to the walls of my ass. He pulled out, patted my ass, said, “Thank you,” and left. I took a deep breath and stood up, but then heard the door again. Damn! I bent over and heard my friend say, “Want me in your pussy? You’ve been good pussy today, yeah real good. We’re at half time, so I brought you some more beer. Drink up. Now hold still and don’t move.” With that he thrust into my ass, did 4 or 5 strokes and then pulled out. “No, not now, I’ll take care of that later, but wanted to work that cum in there a little. No keep it all in until I’m done.” He left, I grabbed a beer, guzzled it down, and rubbed my stomach and ass. My whole body felt on fire and my legs were stiff. Then the door opened. I had just bent over when I heard a guy say, “Get on the bed.” The voice was different from the horse hung guy or the one who patted my ass – fuck someone new. I was sort of pissed, but I laid on the bed with my legs up, heard his pants unzip and drop, he spit on my hole, on his dick, and started fucking me. Don’t these guys believe in lube? Between the beer and all the fucking I was feeling a little out it, but this guy hit every hot spot in my ass and had me squirming and begging, “Please, please, please.” He finished, went to the bathroom, pissed and left. He must have been really horny because before I could finish another beer he was back and again just said “Get on the bed.” After his second load, I got up on the bed feeling exhausted. I had lost all track of time and loads for that matter. How many guys was that? I think it was 5, maybe I took a load I don’t remember, but between the 5 and my friend, I got like 8 or 9 loads. Little did I know there would be a grand finale. Grand Finale – Fuck Beast Vs. Horse Dick I was on my last beer and no one had come in for a while. I really wanted another one, but knew I could not go out there so was trying to figure out what to do when the door opened. I assumed my position, but with a little less enthusiasm. It was my BBC owner. “Here’s some more beer for you. Let me see your pussy.” With that he led me by the arm to the bathroom and had me bend over. He stuck two fingers in my ass, then a third, “Oh yeah, good pussy now, good pussy. Stay like that.” I still had the blindfold on and I heard some rustling and he said, “I got a little something for you. This will make you feel better.” He then used a paper towel and wiped off my ass ring and worked it some inside the hole about a finger’s length. He pulled the towel out, grabbed my waist with his left hand, and with his right stuck two fingers back in. This time it burned a searing pain and I screamed out. He did that a couple more times. “Shhh, this will make that pussy feel real good, really good! Now go lay back down, drink a couple beers really fast and you will be feeling great. I’ll be back in a minute.” The burning in my ass lessened some, and had no idea what was coming. I got back on the bed and started guzzling beer. I started feeling all hot and my ass felt so much better. I then heard the door open. I got in position and waited. It was very quiet and could not hear the game any more, but I did hear whispering. Who was that? My friend said “You’re gonna get that white pussy fucked good! Damn good – gonna fuck you!” He got behind me and started slapping my ass. “Yeah gonna fuck you up, you want that? You want this “N-“ dick? Huh?” and slapped my ass hard. I started to squirm and he pushed on the small of my back. He stood still a minute and then I felt his fingers up my ass again and the searing burning!! “Yeah bitch, that will make you take it.” He then stepped away. I heard more whispering and sounds of someone getting undressed. I then felt some hands spreading my cheeks apart – fuck IT WAS HORSE DICK GUY! I started breathing quickly as I did not think I could take it. He stuck a finger up my ass and my friend told me to hit the poppers. I did and felt that horse dick slam into me. I screamed out and he slapped my ass. “SHUT THE FUCK UP. TAKE THAT DICK, OH YEAH BABY, SOME FUCKING GOOD PUSSY, OH BABY. I GOT SOME CUM FOR YOU, GONNA FUCKING RAPE THAT PUSSY, OH BABY.” My ass was burning so bad and he was going so deep. I tried bracing myself but his weight and the height of the bed made it impossible. I hit the poppers and spilled as much as I sniffed. I heard my friend, “Come on ‘N- fuck it – tear that pussy up! Yeah “N-“, you got it, yeah “N-“ rape that white pussy!” That seemed to excite him as he went deeper and harder. His balls were smacking me and his thighs whacking my ass with each thrust. My friend kept talking dirty to him and he started in to. “Yeah bitch, want this “N-“ cum? Huh bitch? I can’t hear you,” and he cuffed my head, “I asked you a question bitch.” He cuffed me harder. I could barely breathe let alone speak, but said, “Yes, please, fuck me please!” When I said that he grabbed my ass and shot his load swearing with every drop of cum that spurted out. He pulled out and my friend slammed right in. I cried out ,“Stop, stop, please that hurts too much!” He said, “THAT’S THE IDEA, BUT SOON YOU WILL BE BEGGING FOR IT. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE!” He became the fuck beast like he did when I had his cum in my ass when I got back at night, but times 10! I had never been fucked like that by him or anyone. The next several hours were a total blurr. After that first round he let me gulp down a beer. I had so much cum and juice running down my legs. I felt around for the towel, but he told me to leave it. The horse dick guy pushed me up on the bed and flipped me on my back. I took a big hit as I expected him to slam it. “YOU WANT SOME DICK? HOW’S THAT PUSSY DOING? YOU WANT SOME MORE DICK?” I said, “Yes, yes, yes,” but he asked again. I said louder now, “RAPE MY PUSSY!” He laughed and slammed it all the way in. My hole did not resist this time, but gulped him up. Whatever they had done to make my ass feel better had worked because I wanted more. He then lowered down over me, put his arms around me, picked me up and he sat on the bed with me impaled on his dick. He then pounded and I hung on begging louder and louder for him to fuck my pussy. He shot a load, then dropped me on the bed and my BBC owner climbed up and went right in. This is how the rest of the grand finale went. Me begging louder and louder for more and more, and for them to fuck me, and them obliging me with the roughest fuck they could give while telling me how they were going to rape my white pussy with their “N-“ dick and every time they heard me whimper in ecstasy they got even nastier. They took turns so when one finished, the next was ready to go again. A few of the fucks were kind of slow, but by that point I was trying to grab them to make them thrust harder. Sometimes I would suck on one tasting the mix of all the loads and lube and ass juice, while the other one fucked me. We’d take a short break as I gulped a beer or pissed, and then start again in another position. I totally lost track of time and how many loads I took, but I was in heaven. A few times I could have sworn there was someone else who had joined in who was fucking me too. Even though I was pretty drunk, and blindfolded, just the sounds and sense of the room would change, but I never knew for sure. When they had fucked me all they could, I lay on the bed exhausted and covered in their fluids. My ass throbbed and ached, but it was such an amazing feeling not only having been so full physically, but knowing how much I had pleased them and how satisfied that made me feel. My BBY owner came in, got in the bed, gently removed my blindfold, leaned over and kissed me goodnight. He never mentioned that day again, but he did pimp me out to the horse dick guy one more time after that, and that was even wilder than the first session, but that is a story for another time.

All three of the breeding stories referenced in the introduction are now up: MY FIRST GROUP BREEDING AND FIRST TIME TAKING CUM IN MY ASS https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ BRED BY A MARRIED MEXICAN MAN https://breeding.zone/topic/35252-bred-by-a-married-mexican-man/ MARKED AS HIS https://breeding.zone/topic/35275-marked-as-his/ Enjoy!

All three of the breeding stories referenced in the introduction are now up: MY FIRST GROUP BREEDING AND FIRST TIME TAKING CUM IN MY ASS https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ BRED BY A MARRIED MEXICAN MAN https://breeding.zone/topic/35252-bred-by-a-married-mexican-man/ MARKED AS HIS https://breeding.zone/topic/35275-marked-as-his/ Enjoy!

Marked as His: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. The first was the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ The second was when I was bred by a married Mexican man. https://breeding.zone/topic/35252-bred-by-a-married-mexican-man/ Here is the third breeding. After being bred by the married guy, I could not stop thinking about him or the construction guy from Houston who fucked me in the adult theater along with a few others. Even though I felt guilty and ashamed, my ass was hungry and I wanted to feel full again and to experience that mind-blowing sex sensation I had when they bred me raw. A couple other guys who wore condoms had fucked me since I got bred, but it was boring and very unfulfilling even when one of them was pretty aggressive. I didn’t understand, and at the time did not make the connection to the fact they had fucked me raw. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had signed into an internet chat room and was messaging with a black guy. He sent me a pic of his dick and it was very long and thick, with a lot of foreskin. I was hooked. In addition, he sounded very nice and sweet and asked if I would be interested in coming over for a drink. I said sure and soon was on my way. When I got to his place he greeted me at the door and invited me in. We went to the living room and sat with our drinks and chatted, and talked mostly about sex, about how I loved to get fucked, and he said he liked long, slow fucks where he could hold someone. I said that sounded great. Before long he moved over closer to me and started kissing me. Gently at first, then a little harder, a little harder, and I backed off and said, “I’m sorry. I’m not sure I’m up for this.” He replied, “No problem,” although he did not look happy. We continued to relax, drink, and chat and about 10 minutes later he got up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I was then quite surprised when he came back out and I looked up and saw he was totally naked with a rock-hard dick that pointed out from his muscled body. I started to stand up to say something, although I’m not sure what as I was battling between, “I should go,” and “Fuck me now!” By before I could say a word he was on me, pushed me back onto the couch and started to yank my shorts down. I said, “Stop, stop, no,” as I kept struggling – half heartedly - and he just laughed. My shorts were only half way down as he flipped me around and pushed my face down into the couch cushion and then plunged his cock up my ass. I screamed out and tried to get away but his full weight was on me. My chest and face were on the couch and knees on the floor with him squatting above me and slam fucking his raw dick into me dry. Every stroke felt like he was ripping my ass. After the first couple he pulled all the way out, then went all the way back in again, but deeper this time. “TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, YEAH, TAKE IT!” he kept saying over and over as he fucked faster. His strong hands were on my shoulders and every time he thrust in he pulled back on my shoulders and shoved in deeper. Far too quickly I felt him stiffen and his whole body started to quiver and he grunted, thrust one last time, then yanked his cock out of my ass. He then knelt down beside me and said, “YOU’RE WHITE ASS IS MINE NOW. I JUST MARKED YOU AS MINE. YOU ARE MY PUSSY NOW, NOW GET UP.” I stood up and tried to yank up my shorts as he pushed me ahead of him towards his bedroom. I could not believe his cock was still hard and it looked mean and angry. His room was pretty dark, but I could see a huge, elevated, four-poster bed and he had some straight porn playing on a TV of some black guys fucking a white woman. He pushed me towards the bed and as he did he grabbed the back of my t-shirt and yanked it off over my head. My owner then yanked my shorts all the way down, pushed/half threw me back on the bed, bent down and raised my legs up so I was laying on my back with my ass was near the edge of the mattress. He stuck a couple fingers up my ass and I flinched as he worked them around. “I need some more white pussy – you going to give it to me? Huh? That pussy felt good and I can fuck for hours.” I started to say I didn’t think I could take it again, but he yanked his fingers out of my ass and stuck them in my mouth. He said, “Yeah taste my cum from your pussy. You’re mine now, I made you all mine.” He reached over to the bed stand and grabbed a bottle of lube that was there, squirted some on his dick, then grabbed a bottle of poppers. He handed them to me and told me to take a hit. I had never used poppers before so did not know what he meant, so he showed me. “You better take a big hit, you’re gonna need it as I plan to tear that pussy up.” I took a hit of the poppers, and laid back and felt the heat and rush in my head. I let out a sigh and felt his dick slam backup into my hole. I looked up at his face and he had such an evil gleam in his eyes and a twisted little smile as he held my legs to the side while he fucked. “YEAH, NICE WHITE PUSSY, MAKING YOU MY PUSSY, YEAH, TAKE THIS BLACK DICK, HMMM….” I had never been with someone who did racial, dirty talk or called my ass a pussy and could not help but laugh on the inside as I realized I was thinking about that while this big man was fucking me. I had slid back some on the bed so he pulled me closer to the edge and slowed his pace a little and started working his dick from side to side and at angles when he pushed in. Being fucked rough, raw, and with such desire and passion felt so fucking amazing! There was no pain, just this amazing feeling of him inside me. My BBC owner then pulled his cock out and I snapped back to reality and looked up at him. He had a serious and determined look on his face now, no smile, so I didn’t know what was wrong. He let my legs drop and then bent down over me so his face was inches from mine. “What do you need?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. He asked again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your dick.” With his left hand he grabbed my face and said again, “What do you need?” and I said, “Your black dick.” He smiled a little and said once more “What do you need?” and I replied, “Your black dick in my white pussy. It’s your pussy, please fuck it!” His face lit up with a huge smile and I felt frozen looking into his eyes, silently pleading for him to fuck me. He then stood, climbed all the way onto the bed, pulled me up beside him, pushed me onto my stomach, climbed onto my back and put his full weight on me. I moaned as he took his and parted my ass cheeks while he started working his dick back inside my sore ass. My new BBC lover went slowly at first and because I was not used to being fucked this way I started to squirm a little. He then shifted his weight again and hooked his left arm under and around my neck and with his right, he pulled my right arm back and held it. His dick felt so good and I started whimpering/grunting with every thrust he made and from the heat and sweat of his hard body against mine, and his heavy breath in my ear. He was deliberate, methodical, and quiet as he fucked me like that for a long time and showed me he had the stamina of race horse. After a while, he started getting verbal again. “OH YEAH, MAKING THAT MY WHITE PUSSY, MAKING THAT PUSSY HURT. YOU WANT THAT PUSSY TO HURT?” I didn’t say anything and he cuffed the side of my head. So I said, “Yes Sir, please make it hurt.” He grunted and kept thrusting. “I’VE MARKED THAT PUSSY AS MINE NOW. NO ONE ELSE BETTER BE UP IN THAT PUSSY UNLESS I SAY SO, YOU HEAR? TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED, TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED.” So I started begging for him to fuck me, “Please give me your black dick, please make that pussy yours.” Each time I said that he fucked harder and deeper. Soon he was slamming my ass and his arm around my neck got tighter and tighter. I could hardly breathe and when I tried to move my right hand he held me down tight. He then screamed in my ear, “AAHHH FUCK BITCH!” and then I felt him shoot. His cock swelled up and I could feel it spasm as shot of shot of cum went up my ass. I could feel the heat of his load and mixed with the smell of his sweat and him on me, it made my dick shoot. He laid on me for a while, then got up and went to the bathroom. He came out, tossed me a towel and asked if I wanted something to drink. We then went to the living room and watched TV like nothing had happened at all. It was getting late so I said I should go, he just looked at me, got up, started turning off the lights and went into the bedroom. I was not sure what to do so I followed, got undressed, and crawled up on the bed beside him. My BBC owner rolled me to my side, nestled his dick up against my ass, and we went to sleep. STAY TUNED FOR: MARKED AS HIS – EPILOGUE – PART 1 – HOLD THE CUM IN

Lil’John Gets What He Needs: My ass was burning from Ripper’s drano-styled AIDs cum and brutal fuck as well as whatever else Chester, Brucie, and the other guys who had fucked me that morning had put in my ass with their nutt. Fucking never mind Giovanni and his ‘AIDs-cum-dump-lube’ that scalded the lining of my guts out. Booker was hearing no complaining from me though as he hurried me along so we could get to the next stop on my whore tour – the Central Mission Soup Kitchen. I groaned as I sat on the bed and started to pull my pants up and Booker coughed out a lung full of cigarette smoke as he started laughing at me, “Fuck, what sort of slut are you? All achey and moaney already? Jesus Christ, you just wait. OK, you better peel of some bills and put them in your pocket. No I don’t know how fucking much and give me your ATM card and I’ll hold it for safe keeping. We’ll stop at one on the way back so you can replenish. Oh and better let me set your suitcase in my room. One way or the other that white ass is going to be dicked down all night too and you can’t trust these fuckers, so we’ll make sure your shit doesn’t get snagged. You ready? Come on, Lil’John’s waiting.” My ass clenched, relaxed, and some cum dribbled out as my body reacted to the thought of even more dick. Frankly I was pretty damn happy with how the trip had gone so far. I mean hell, I had taken several loads in my ass and some cum in my guts and it was barely noon. To top it all off, it was all – or mostly all – dirty cum full of AIDs and fuck knows what else. Damn I loved chasing the bug and I wanted more! The bite of the cold air was a slap in the face as Booker and I stepped out of the hotel. It might have been sunny out, but was cold as a witch’s tit. I tried asking Booker about Lil’John and where we were going, but he just flipped the collar up on his coat, hunched his shoulders against the chill wind and walked a little faster down the sidewalk. I hoped it was not far. Sadly we passed a number of folks there on Skid Row who had it far worse than I did and I had to face the guilt I felt for thinking a couple of them I saw might be great, nasty fucks. I didn’t want to take advantage of their bad situation, yet maybe I could help them a little and they could me? A few blocks later we crossed a street and turned right alongside an old, red brick church that had a black, mostly fallen down metal fence that ran the length of it. At the back of the church we turned left into an alley and walked past a line of men who were trying to keep themselves warm in the line outside the soup kitchen door. Booker continued down the alley a bit further, took a right in the next alley, past a couple of trucks, and then opened a door and walked inside a brick building. The warmth was a welcome relief and I could hear the sounds of a busy workplace as the soup kitchen got ready for their lunchtime service. I followed Booker as he made his way through the storage and prep areas and into the swarming mass of people in aprons and little white hats who were busy with the final preparations for the upcoming meal. Booker left me standing on the edge of the swarm as he went off to find my next breeder. I plucked at the back of my jeans where some cum had leaked out and made a cold spot. I then looked around at the kitchen and was amazed at how much food they seemed to be able to prepare in a fairly small place. I then noticed a few of the men who were my type and immediately started thinking nasty thoughts and wondering if they had nice dicks. Damn! There’s that guilt again. I should be thinking about what a nice thing it is they are doing for people in need, not my own selfish wants and desires – oh hell. My ass and pig soul clearly had other intentions. My fantasy thoughts were interrupted as a voice rang through the back, “COME ON FOLKS. LOOK ALIVE LOOK ALIVE. GET THAT CHOW ON THE LINE AND FINISH THE WORK OUT FRONT, COME ON NOW. OUR PEOPLE OUR WAITING AND IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED IT IS FUCKING COLD OUT SO WHAT’S THE PROBLEM?” The voice had gotten closer during this short tirade and so had Booker who was weaving in and out of the harried soup kitchen staff making his way back to me. I started to ask him a question when he stepped aside and like a showgirl on the Price is Right waved with his right hand towards the gentleman standing behind him and said, “This is Lil’John.” OMG! No way. I almost laughed in his face. OK, you know how nicknames are usually a pun or the opposite of what someone really is? Well in my mind I had pictured Lil’John as being about 6 foot 5 and 250 pounds or something. Not this time. Lil’John was little. I mean tiny. Short. And there was no fucking way his dick was 11.5 inches! I gave him a wary look as Lil’John stepped forward, grabbed my hand in a vise-grip shake, and said in a low voice, “So, you’re the white muff that’s going to milk my Rican dick for me? Hmm… yeah you got a nice phat ass on you. You two go on back to my office. Let me get the food line rolling, and I’ll be back in a minute.” I rubbed my hand as he let go and took off, the sea of kitchen workers parting to let him through. I turned to Booker and asked, “Too funny. Is Robin Hood showing up next?” Booker elbowed me with a look on his face that told me to shut the fuck up, but I still thought it was funny and chuckled a bit. We made our way down a couple of halls and were stopped part way by a potbellied older guy who knew Booker. They exchanged some quiet words, the guy grabbed at my ass and practically drooled on me as he said, “I got a nice chunk of meat for you.” Booker shook his head, pushed him back and nodded, and we continued on to Lil’John’s office. The office was spotless, sparse, and warm. Booker pointed to a large flag hanging on the wall. “That’s a Marine flag. Lil’John served two tours in Helmand, Afghanistan. Spunky fucker is a dangerous little shit. Good guy for sure. He’s done a lot to get this place set right since he came here.” I had stepped over and was looking at a frame full of medals and other commendations when a voice from the doorway said, “Thank you, I appreciate that.” Booker and I both turned to see Lil’John as he stepped in, closed the office door, locked it, and started to peal off his clothes. Lil’John continued, “I love my work. I love my country. I serve them both well. Lunch is under way so I’m not needed for the next hour or so. My folks have it under control. I think it’s time to skip right to desert and I’m in the mood for some vanilla cake.” With speed and efficiency Lil’John got buck-ass naked, and his clothes were folded and piled neatly in a chair to the side. He grinned at me as he stroked his dick twice, slapped it a couple times, and then smiled as my eyes got big watching his Rican dick grow and expand. Fuck! It looked like he should fall over with that big thing hanging off him like that. The Marine in him came out as he ordered, “Get those clothes off,” and then turned to Booker and said, “You know I’m a freak and like to be watched. Stick around and keep that cell of yours handy. I plan to give you some good money shots of this muff turning inside out.” Lil’John then walked over to one of the windows, yanked on the cord and pulled up the mini-blinds. He did this twice more, flooding the room with light and creating a peep show for anyone in the buildings across the street who cared to watch. He then walked over to me, roughly pulled me against his body, and began chewing on my nipples. I squirmed and grimaced as he bit my nipples hard, then he stopped, reached up and twisted and tweaked them and clearly enjoyed making me squirm. Lil’John laughed at my discomfort and said, “I have a hard time finding a nympho who can take my Rican cannon. I keep getting told I fuck too long, too hard, too rough. Not today, no, not today. Got a nice white, dirty onion ass right here all wet up.” He paused as he stepped over to his desk, opened a drawer, then pulled out a day-glow-green rubber ring that he slid down his shaft and snapped it around the base. His dick immediately got a little darker, stiffer, and harder and he smiled as I looked at the one-eyed monster. He then demanded, “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES AND SUCK IT – YEAH CHOKE ON MY SHIT – GAG FOR ME FAG BOY – OPEN THAT THROAT UP – HA HA NO YOU DON’T NEED TO BREATHE TO SUCK DICK – YOU GETTING PICTURES OF THIS MAN? PINK LIPS STRETCHED ON MY RICAN SHAFT, TASTING MY RIPE UNCUT DICK. GIVE YOU SOME RANK OLD PENIS BREATH. HA! TASTE MY DICK DROOL YET? I CAN’T HEAR YOU? WHAT’S THAT? YOUR MOUTH FULL? HA!” Snot was running out of my nose, spit and gut juice spread down my chin and onto my chest in thick strands and Lil’John banged my throat. “GOOD BOY. SUCK DADDY. YEAH GOT MY FUTURE-EX-WIFE RIGHT HERE. FUCKING GOOD COCK SUCKER.” I was light headed and felt like the room was spinning as Lil’John held me in a vice grip and forced his dick inside my throat. He then began pulling it back and pushing in hard, pulling back and pushing in, scraping my tonsils and throat walls, forcing my gag reflex to retreat. When I felt like I was going to pass out he withdrew all the way, bent forward a little, looked me in the eyes and said, “Spit in my hand.” It took me a second to register and to get my mouth and throat to work right, but I did. “Again,” he said. This time he smiled, held his hand up to Booker who’s phone took a couple shots, then Lil’John held his down to me and said, “GOT THAT THROAT BLOODY AND RAW. LICK IT UP. GOOD BITCH. NOW GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES SUCK ON HIS DICK WHILE I MAKE YOUR MUFF MATCH AND GIVE YOU A PAIR OF HOLES PERFECT FOR SEEDING.” Booker clearly liked what he had been watching as his warty dick was slick with precum as he sat down in a chair in front of me and guided my tender throat to him. Lil’John was now behind me and like Ripper before him, was spearing my tender ass with his fingers, digging at my ass lips, gut walls, and making my insides scream. “OH HELL THAT HOLE IS DRIPPING WETT ALREADY. LOOK AT THAT. RIPPER MAY HAVE SPREAD YOU OPEN, BUT I WILL PLANT MY LOAD MUCH DEEPER. I’M SO FUCKING BACKED UP,” Lil’John warned me, “I PLAN TO GIVE THAT CUNT A SEIZURE. WHAT DO YOU THINK BOOKER? THINK THIS WHITE MUFF IS PRIMED AND READY FOR A RICAN RAPE DOWN? A LITTLE MARINE BASIC TRAINING?” I didn’t have a chance to hear Booker’s reply as with a yell of, “OO-RAH! OO-RAH! OO-RAH!” Lil’John grabbed onto my ass cheeks and slammed his long Rican dick into my turned out ass. Lucky for me Booker’s dick did not fill my throat to the max so I could breathe and gasp from the shock and pain, but there was no getting away and frankly I didn’t want to. I wanted his dirty dick in my mouth and I wanted that monster Rican dick to tear me up on the inside and push all the cum I had in there deeper and deeper. Lil’John must have watched some Machofucker movies before because that’s how he fucked – hard, rough, deep, with no mercy. He took the cell from Booker, snapped some shots of him stroking my hole, handed the phone back and then went to town. “FUCKING LITTLE FAG NYMPHO! GIVE ME WHAT I NEED!” Lil’John exclaimed as I arched my back silently begging for him to run me through. “YEAH NO WORRIES ABOUT A TAP OUT HERE. SHIT! THAT MUFF TAKING EVERY INCH OF MY MOTHER-FUCKING-DICK! BURIED DEEP PAST THAT THIRD HOLE. FEEL MY HUSTLE AND FLOW. BIG FUCKING SLOPPY CUNT. FUCK DIRTY BITCH. OO-RAH! HERE IT COMES - OO-RAH! GOING TO CUM IN THAT HOLE - OO-RAH! MAKING THAT MUFF MINE - OO-RAH! OH FUCK YEAH – SPEARING THOSE GUTS - OO-RAH! OO…..” Lil’John was speechless as he blew wad after wad of his backed up load past my third hole. I felt his dick quiver deep in my stomach, and his whole body shook as he kept unloading. Well that was all too much for Booker who spat his nutt down my throat and I got filled with warm man juice from both ends. Lil’John was breathing heavy as he slid out of my ass. I turned around and eagerly devoured his now, somewhat softer, dick. Fuck nothing in the world tastes better than that! He then pushed me back by my shoulders, let out a big, “WHEW!” then looked at the floor and pointed to the large spot of precum that had streamed out of my dick as I was bing fucked and said, “Lick that shit up. You don’t dirty up my floors and you better use that tongue on any other spots you see too.” I was busy lapping up the floor as Booker and Lil’John got dressed. When I was finished I used the chair to help myself stand up and moaned and groaned as my knees hurt, my back ached, my throat was sore, and my ass felt like a nuclear warhead had gone off in it. I guess it had really. Toxic fallout. Lil’John stepped behind me and started rubbing his bulge against my ass. “You’re bad. So fucking bad. If I didn’t have to get back out front to the line I’d have ripped you a 4th hole and run a marathon in that ass – damn! Well Booker my man, as always, you set up some good shit. Send me those snaps now and if you can work it out, make a return trip.” Lil’John left the office, Booker opened a drawer in his desk and before I could get dressed he came over, had me turn around, and then using a Sharpie he started writing on my lower back. He then had me bend forward and took a few pics on his phone and when I stood up I asked, “What the fuck is that about?” Booker just smiled, stuck his index finger in my mouth and with a fingernail scraped my gum. I flinched, he took his finger out, and held up the camera and showed me the words he had written on my back: $5 FOR CUM “What the fuck is that for?” I asked. Booker handed me my clothes and said, “We need to make a stop on the way to get some change, but in about 30 minutes Brucie will have lined up some monster homeless dicks at an abandoned building nearby where they hang out. All big. All dirty. All of them are going to fuck your nasty hole and for every load of cum they give you, you are going to pay them $5.” We stepped back out into the cold winter air and I shivered not from the cold, but from excitement. I knew all my bug chasing dreams were coming true and the proof was in the latest load that was seeping out of my open ass as my well-fucked hole twitched in anticipation as we headed to our next destination.

Bred by a Married Mexican Man: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. The first was the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. https://breeding.zone/topic/35240-my-first-group-breeding-and-experience-with-watersports/ Here is the second breeding. I had been back home in San Antonio for about a week after being fucked raw and bred by the construction guy and several other men in the adult theater in Houston. I was confused why it turned me on so much and could not stop jacking off thinking about them. I knew I should be safe, but the construction guy had been anything but, and it was the most exciting, and best sex I had ever had. I knew there was an adult video store just up the highway from my house, so I told myself I would just go and look and nothing else. Maybe I could jerk off in the theater or something and feel some of what I felt in Houston, although I did finger a gob of Vaseline up my ass all the while telling myself I wasn’t going to do anything. The parking lot had several cars in it and I was nervous. I walked in, looked around the store for a while, and finally got up the nerve to pay to go into the theater. Well, it was hardly a theater, just a bunch of folding chairs in a room with porn playing on the back wall. There were some guys sitting in the chairs and a couple standing against the wall and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I walked to the far end of the back wall and decided to just stand there as no one seemed to be doing anything. I had been there about 10 minutes and was just getting ready to leave when this guy came and stood next to me. He was a bit taller than me, very athletic looking with huge shoulders and muscular arms, and had on a white t-shirt. I could tell he was Hispanic as from the light from the movie I could see his black, wavy hair and Latin good looks. He smiled, inched closer along the wall towards me, smiled again, and started rubbing his cock. I tried not to look as I swore I would not do anything, but he kept rubbing his pants and when the porn scene on the wall got a bit brighter I could see he had a huge bulge. I looked up into his eyes and he was smiling again. He grabbed my hand and put it on the bulge. It was so thick, and nice and long. He then said far too loudly in a heavy Spanish accent, “Suck it.” No one was doing anything like that there and I whispered, “No, not here, do you want to go to my house? I live about 5 minutes away.” He said, “OK, I will follow you.” So, I walked out of the theater and got in my car. I was scared as fuck. What was I doing? I waited for only a few minutes and then he came out, got into a very sporty looking car and then pulled up beside mine, rolled down his window, and smiled. God, I got weak. That smile just melted any resistance I had and I knew right then I would do anything he wanted. The drive to my house felt like it took forever. I kept checking my rear view mirror to make sure he was following me, convinced he would turn off, but no, he followed me all the way home. When we got into the house I closed the door and turned to introduce myself. He just smiled that smile again and unbuttoned his pants without saying a word. At that point I noticed his wedding band. Fuck the dude was married. I was nervous and afraid as I watched him do a slow strip tease for me in my living room before he sat on the couch and shook his dick at me, “Suck my cock,” he said. It was not quite as long as the construction guy’s in Houston, but it was thicker, a lot thicker. I could barely get my mouth around it. He leaned back and started moaning. I was sucking his dick the best I could, but it was so fat and he started pushing my head down harder and harder making me gag. I finally pulled off and stood and said, “I’m sorry, I’m not that good.” My Latin lover just smiled and said, “No, no, come here.” He tenderly helped me get undressed, ran his hands up and down my naked and shivering body, then guided me up onto the couch to straddle his lap and had me lean against his chest facing him as he started kissing me. We kissed for a long time and my dick was streaming pre-cum across his torso. His big, muscular arms then wrapped tighter around me, holding me in place, and I could feel his dick rubbing against my ass as he started pushing up and down with his hips. I was in ecstasy and felt so safe, so secure. Suddenly I screamed out in pain. I was so lost in him holding and kissing me I did not realize he had shifted his hips so that his dick was right at my asshole. He had kissed me harder and held me even tighter before he tilted his hips back a little and suddenly his dick head was forced inside me. I tried to tell no, but his mouth and tongue stopped all noise besides a painful whimper. He had slam fucked me totally dry with nothing but the remnants of the gob of Vaseline I had planted before leaving the house and kept ramming his dick in my ass, over and over and over, forcing more of himself into me raw. My feet were off the floor and I was encased in his arms and had nothing to push on. I was trapped and no matter how hard I squirmed he just hugged and kissed me tighter, and harder, and fucked me deeper. I had never had anyone be so rough, take me like that. My body fought out of reflex while my mind relished how it felt. Finally I just let go. I gave up and gave in and when I did he pulled his cock almost the entire way out and slammed it back in. I tried to gasp, but all I felt was his tongue and mouth. I don’t know how long he fucked me. It felt like forever as I was lost. Lost in ecstasy and pain and satisfaction and the fire of him in my ass. It hurt so bad, yet I wanted to make him feel good, so I just laid against him and let him take me as he wanted. When he started to cum I swear his dick got twice as big. I could not believe the sensation in my ass and he pulled his mouth away, titled his head back and started letting out such guttural, animalistic sounds. No words, just sounds of ecstasy and then I felt him stiffen and he shot. Like in Houston I could feel the cum burning my insides. He thrust and thrust and thrust and then stopped – then laid his head back on the couch, sighed, and shifted his hips so his dick plopped out of my ass. He sighed again, sort of pushed me to the side onto the couch, stood up and started to get dressed. My latest breeder smiled at me one last time as I lay on the couch totally fucked out, said “Gracias,” and then left. I was stunned and my ass hurt like hell. I was full of cum again and felt guilty and exhilarated at the same time. This time, since he was married, I told myself it was ok that we did not play safe and that he shot inside me. But then I thought what if he was poz? In answer, my mind said so what – after Houston there was no going back – time to have some fun and fuck yeah – that was fucking hot! I felt complete and full again – but wanted more. Sex had never felt like this with guys who put a condom on. They were so reserved, held back, so limited. This was all out fucking and I loved it - craved it!!!

My First Group Breeding and Experience with Watersports: I had three pretty hot breeding experiences within about a month of one another and know that I got positive from one of them – or maybe got poz cum from them all. Here is the story of my first group breeding and first time taking cum in my ass. I was in my 20s and living in Texas and while I had sexual fantasies of being a little wild and piggish, I never acted on them as I was very shy, reserved, and always had safe sex and never took any risks. One afternoon I met a girl I used to work with for lunch in Houston as I was in town for a few days on business. I had a few margaritas, was pretty buzzed, and as I started to head home I passed an old adult movie theater. I remembered hearing about the place and they said it was like a real theater with all the seats and showed porn all the time, but also had some side rooms, booths, arcade, etc… so I figured what the hell and drove around the block a few times, parked, and went in. There were several guys that I could see in the big theater so I nervously sat for a while and watched the porn. It didn’t seem like anything was going on, not even people jacking their dicks, so I got bored and started to walk around to see what else the place had to offer. There was a refreshment/bar area with a few tables where a couple guys were sitting and smoking and they each turned and looked at me hard when I walked by. I ordered a beer, downed it, and walked around some more. Out near the maze and rooms were a few dozen guys of all types from business men to street trade lined up along the walls and I felt like a small calf who had just stumbled into a pack of wolves. I was so nervous so I just stood against the wall and tried to avoid eye contact, but within a couple minutes this white guy who was about 35, 6’5, 240, with a big mustache, in construction boots and kind of dusty clothes came up to me, grabbed my left arm and leaned down and said “Come with me,” before he started to push/guide me towards the end of the hall. We went inside the last room, which reeked and smelled like piss, cum, sweat, and just nastiness. The construction guy shut the door, locked it, then turned and looked at me. He didn’t say a word, just stepped up, put both his hands on my shoulders, pushed me down on my knees and unzipped his pants. I got the idea, so I worked his dick out and was in shock and awe. His cock was huge. I asked him if he had a condom and he said, “Shut up and suck it or I can leave.” So I started sucking him and within seconds he got about 10 inches long and really thick. I had had a few dicks that I thought were big, but nothing like that and started thinking in my head how much I wanted it inside me. After a few minutes sucking his dick he told me to strip. I started to say no, I was not comfortable, and he stepped close, put his hand over mouth and said, “Boy, you want some of this dick?” I just nodded. He then said, “Well then this is how it’s going to be. You are going to do what I tell you, and trust me boy, I will give you what you need. I have a few hours and plan on having a good time, now get out of those clothes.” As I started to undress, he sat on the bench in the room, lit up a cigarette, and watched me. By now, interest in what was going on in our room was clear as I noted some guy looking through the gloryhole from the next room, which made me even more nervous, but I finished stripping. The guy I was with then stood up, slid his pants down, pointed to his dick and sat back down. I went back onto my knees and started sucking. He then stood up and pulled me up, and had me bend over to suck him while he started rubbing his hands up and down my back, then to my ass, then he slammed two fingers in my hole. I tried to stand up and pull away as it hurt like hell being finger fucked with no lube, but he just shoved my head back on his dick and said, “Boy, I won’t tell you again.” So I kept sucking and he started saying “Hmm, nice hole, nice little cunt for me, hmmm.” He then pushed my head back and pointed to the right. Some guy had stuck his dick through the gloryhole and the construction worker pushed me towards it as he walked behind me with his fingers still up my ass. I leaned over, put my hands on the wall and started sucking the dick in the hole. I had never done an anonymous blowjob before, but seemed like I did not have much choice as I wanted the construction guy’s big dick. While I sucked the dick in the hole, the guy behind me pulled his fingers out, leaned over my back and said into my ear, “Don’t stop boy.” I then felt him spit onto my ass, heard him spit onto his dick and I started to stand up to say no, put on a condom. With his left hand he pushed me down and with his right pulled my ass cheeks apart a little and I felt the head of his dick at the edge of my hole. He then shoved his raw dick in as far as he could go. I yelped and tried to stand up as it felt like he was ripping me apart. Trying to push back only pushed his dick deeper in and at the same time he grabbed me by the hips and started slam fucking. I was getting hit in the face with the dick through the hole and my head was hitting the wall. I was having all I could do to stand up and it hurt so fucking bad. Fuck my ass was burning! The guy fucking me slowed a little and shoved my face back to the hole in the wall. I could see the other guys face through the wall who had looked to see what was happening, and he stuck his dick back through. So I sucked it and the guy fucking me started fucking hard again, getting really verbal and loud. “Fucking cunt, yeah take my cock.” About that time the guy in the hole shot his load down my throat and pulled out. My head started banging the wall again and I could hear voices in the hall, people trying to door handle on our room, and I was nervous thinking we were in trouble for some reason, but the guy fucking me was not stopping. Another cock popped through the hole, a big black one that smelled like it had not been washed in weeks. I started sucking it (and gagged some) and the guy fucking me started saying, “Take my cum bitch, take my cum, fuck yeah,” before he shot in my ass. I could not believe it, had never felt that before and it was amazing!! It felt like gallons of hot oil going into me. He then yanked his cock out of my ass, turned me around, pushed my ass towards the black dick in the hole, and I backed up on it. The guy in the hole didn’t seem to mind as I felt him push back, and the construction guy who had just cummed in me made me bend down and start licking his dick clean. I could see cum and blood on his dick and hesitated, but he just shoved my head down on it until I was gagging and could not breathe. The guy in my ass then pulled out and I could feel cum running down my ass and legs. I stood up and the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head and said, “Good boy” then started kissing me really hard. His mustache hurt and he was a very rough kisser, but I loved it. The construction guy then stood up, zipped up his pants, and said, “Lock the door, I’ll be right be back,” and left the room. I was sort of stunned. What did he mean? Was he coming back? Damn I was just fucked without a condom and was scared and excited at the same time. Someone then opened the door and looked at me standing there naked, I said “Sorry,” closed the door and locked it. I looked down and saw cum running down my legs tinged with red. I touched my ass with my finger and it came back mixed with cum and blood and I freaked. What had he done to me? What did I let him do? There was someone looking through the hole too, so I just sat on the bench in the corner where I could not see them, or them me. Several minutes went by and I figured I should get dressed. I got up and started to put my clothes on when someone knocked. “Open it up boy,” he said. I unlocked the door and the construction guy came back in carrying some paper towels, and a case of Budweiser. “Did I tell you to get dressed? Get that shit off” he said. He tossed me the paper towels, then sat on the bench, opened up the beer, took two out and gave me one. He then pulled my arm and made me sit beside him and said, “Told you boy, I’m going to have a good time and we’re just getting started, now slam that beer.” As I was gulping it down, he pushed me to my feet and slammed a couple fingers up my ass. “Hmm, yeah boy, get you some cum.” He then walked over to the hole in the wall as someone else was looking through. The construction guy leaned down, and asked the guy in the other booth if he wanted to fuck me. The guy said yes, stood up and stuck his dick through. Mt breeder motioned me over, grabbed me, kissed me hard, bent me over and backed my ass up to another raw dick. I wiggled it in pretty easy with all that cum in there and the guy started fucking me. I then started sucking the construction guy and before long the guy in the hole must have shot, and pulled out, and then another guy was right behind him. Another anonymous, raw dick, but this one was a lot bigger and bigger and he fucked hard and rough before depositing a full load inside me. I stood up, the construction guy smiled, grabbed my head, kissed me hard again, pulled away a little and then spit on my face. He laughed at the look of shock I gave him before he continued kissing me. The construction guy pushed me towards the corner, bent me over the bench, put one foot up on the bench and slammed his dick up my ass. I cried out because it hurt worse than the first time and tried to run, but there was no place to go, so just tried to brace myself. He slam fucked for a while then slowed a little, started to get loud and verbal again, “Fucking little cunt, god damn, bitch, yeah take my cock, fuck yeah,” and then started slapping my ass harder and harder. People tried getting into the room again and I could hear some guy saying something through the hole in the wall. Harder and harder the construction guy fucked me before he seeded me again. Believe it or not this load seemed bigger than the first one. My guts were on fire and I was totally out of breath. I touched my ass and could not believe how wet and sore it was, and he just smiled. We both sat down on the bench. The construction guy grabbed me and kissed me deep, then pushed me away. He smoked a cigarette, I slammed another beer, started another, then he stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head with both hands and said, “You better swallow it all.” I had no idea what he meant as he was not really hard, and then I felt him pissing in my mouth. I gagged, tried to push away, and he grabbed my head harder and said loudly, “Fucking swallow it – swallow it!” So I did. It tasted awful, warm and rotten, and I thought I was going to puke for sure. Some of his piss started running out the side of my mouth and when it did he yanked his dick out of my mouth and turned and finished pissing on the floor towards the corner. He then sat back down, smoked another cigarette and told me to slam some more beer. When his cigarette was done the construction guy grabbed me, started kissing me hard again and rubbing my ass. I rubbed his dick. He got up, said, “Lock the door,” and left again. I figured he had to get some cigarettes or something as we still had beer and he just pissed. My stomach was queasy as hell from the mix of beer and piss, so I sat down and tried to ignore the fact there was another face in the hole in the wall. That guy stuck his dick in, but I knew I better not do something if I had not been told to. A few minutes later the construction guy knocked and said, “Open up boy.” So I opened the door and stepped back and he walked in followed by a Mexican guy who was about my height, but heavier. I looked at the construction guy with a question on my face, “Suck his dick boy,” he ordered. The Mexican guy unzipped his pants, then took them right off and pushed me down to his dick. It was pretty big, but not as big as some that had fucked me already, and it was uncut. His dick smelled dirty and sweaty too, but he just shoved it in my mouth and started face fucking me. The construction guy sat down on the bench and lit up another cigarette, drank beer, and watched. When the Mexican got hard enough he pushed me down on the floor. The floor was so dirty, but he did not seem to care as he pushed me onto my back, lifted my legs, and then slammed his cock all the way in. I cried out and tried to push him off, but he just fucked harder and quicker. I looked to the construction guy and he had a big old smile on his face and was stroking his dick. The Mexican guy was so quiet, did not say a word, but I could tell he was close and soon he shot his load and then lay on top of me. He got up, said something in Spanish to the construction guy and they started chatting and drinking, so I got up and sat on the bench and was trembling a bit as I turned and saw someone looking through the hole. The Mexican guy finished his beer, got dressed, and left. The construction guy then stood up, tossed the paper towels at me and told me to wipe off. He also told me to try to push out the cum out of my ass. I thought we must be done and overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings and emotions – pain, guilt, desire, need. He smiled, said, “Good boy,” grabbed me again, kissed me long and deep, then guided me once more towards another dick poking out of the hole in the wall. I knew the rules by now so started sucking it, but this dick was not very big so it was difficult to really suck it well through the wall. I was focused on that when I suddenly felt the construction guy spread my cheeks like before with both hands and slam his cock balls deep. I gasped and cried out and tried to pull away and he slapped by ass hard and kept fucking. “Fucking cunt, you’re going to take it, you’re going to take every fucking thing I got!” That phrase stuck with me and later I realized a lot of poz tops say something similar like it’s their way of saying they are giving you poz cum. Anyways, the construction guy was rougher and harder than all the other times combined. I had all I could do to stand up let alone suck that little dick. He started pulling all the way out and slamming back in, all the way out and back in. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad, my head was spinning. He was really loud at this point, “Take it bitch, take it, take it!” and then he slammed one last time and I felt him let loose. Fuck – how could one man cum so damn much! The construction guy then yanked his cock out of my dripping ass, zipped up, and walked right out of the booth without a word. I was still partially bent over and gasping before fully realizing he was gone. I quickly went to the door and shut and locked it before some of the other guys in the hall could come in. Cum was oozing out my ass my hole ached, throbbed, and hurt so bad. Yet, at the same time I felt empty and just wanted him back inside me. I realized then there was nothing like a man taking my ass raw and making it his and giving me his cum. While my head still told me I had to play safe, the pig in my soul was starting so say, “Remember how good that felt?” The thought flashed through my head, what if he was poz? But almost immediately I realized I did not care. I would have let him keep fucking me over and over and sharing my ass as much as he wanted. I went back to the theater the next three days hoping I might see that guy again. I saw the Mexican once and he tried to get me into a room, but I needed the construction guy and he was not there, so I left and never saw him again.

Choose Your Poison: Part 4 - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The Ripper’s leather, gloved hands double-tapped each of my ass cheeks good and hard and I had to bite the end of the pillow so I would not cry out or say something. I remembered Rule #4 – and all the others – as my exposed hole clenched with each hit. I fumbled with the poppers in my little anonymous sheet tent, and the next SMACK made me spill half the bottle onto the bed. As stained and dirty as I knew the mattress was, that wouldn’t matter, and the aroma mixed in well with the deep smell of piss and other bodily juices already there. Dry, leather, coated fingers then jammed into my sphincter. “HMMM….THAT FAG GURL PUSSY HAS BEEN USED, FUCKING CREAMPIE PRINCESS….HMMMM…” Ripper said as he pulled his gloved fingers out of my ass, sniffed and huffed them like a pig hunting truffles before slurping them clean and pushing back in. I almost purred knowing I had pleased him so far. He then twisted his fingers around like mini-drones exploring a cave and suddenly pain flared through my tender ass. Ripper laughed, “BAAAHHHAA – FUCK THAT’S RIGHT – FEEL THOSE ARMOR INSERTS IN MY FINGERTIPS SCOOPING YOUR GUTS OUT? MAKING THOSE ASS LIPS NICE AND TENDER, HOT RED, SORE AND WETT. YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I’M FUCKING DONE.” I had to shove a fist full of the dirty sheet into my mouth to keep from crying out and begging him to stop. Ripper pulled his fingers all the way out again, I sighed, relaxed, then arched my back as he now forced three fingers back in and started jack hammering my rectum. “LOOSEN THAT HOLE UP – SLOPPY CUNT – THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE – DIRTY NUTT DRIPPING OUT – PRIMED TO BE MY FUCKING FLESHLIGHT. YOU CUM CHASING, MUTT FAG. LOOKING FOR THOSE BUGS. DESPERATE FAGGOT COME CRAWLING TO MY BOOTS, TRYING TO BE A QUEEN OF SPADES. WELL KITTY KITTY I GOT YOU AND NOW HOLD ON FOR SOME NASTY ASS SHIT.” Ripper mercilessly finger-fucked my ass and then just as suddenly stopped, yanked his fingers out, and smacked his lips as he licked the leather gloves clean. My chest was heaving as I was panting and took advantage of the brief respite to hit the poppers. Fuck it. I dumped the rest of the bottle onto the mattress under me and buried my face in the filth and inhaled several times. I heard a couple of snaps, a zipper, the sound of leather shifting, then SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time though it was not Ripper’s hands banging me like a drum, but his big, daddy dick. “I LIKE MY HOLES TENDER INSIDE AND OUT,” Ripper said as he continued beating on my ass with his hard, weighty dick. “MY DICK IS THICK AS SHIT AND YOU BETTER BE SCARED. YOUR PUSSY LIPS WILL GET TORE UP, SWOLLEN, LOVE SEEING THAT SHIT GRIP MY DICK WHEN I PULL OUT, SHOWING ME HOW MUCH THAT ASS WANTS IT. YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU?” I dared not reply in case it was a trick. Ripper chuckled, “GOOD BITCH. YOU OBEY WELL. YOU MAY ANSWER – ONE WORD ONLY – YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU? YOU WANT MY AIDS IN YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RIP YOU UP? YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS RAW STROKER AND DEEP POKER?” In the silence that followed, I was almost lost in the rhythmic feeling of his dick beating my ass muscles, then remembered he said I could answer so I raised myself up on my arms a little and firmly stated, “YES!” Then almost silently without realizing it I said, “Master,” as I lowered my face back down to the dirty mattress. The room grew still. Fuck, had he heard that? Did I mess up? Please no, please no, please no. I wanted to cry in shame, frustration, anger. My fears fled when Ripper’s mushroom tipped dick touched my wet hole. “I HONESTLY DON’T CARE IF YOU WANT IT OR NOT. YOU’RE GETTING RAPED EITHER WAY. PART OF ME WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY NO. BAHAHA – NOT LIKE YOU COULD GO TO THE COPS. THEY SURE DON’T HAVE A FORM FOR MUTT-FAG-BUG-CHASERS WHO GOT WHAT THEY ASKED FOR. I’M GOING TO STRETCH YOU OPEN LIKE THE WHORE YOU WANT TO BE. THE WHORE YOU ARE ON THE INSIDE. COAT THOSE CHAPPED PUSSY LIPS WITH ALL MY NUTT AND GET MY FUCKING FREAK ON. YOU READY TO GET RIPPED?” No response was expected or given to this question as he positioned himself – ready to hit the 8 ball in the corner pocket. I breathed deep, savoring the mattress-soaked aroma of poppers and piss. Relishing that I was in a sleazy hotel in a strange city, ready to get used by some anonymous dude and filled with AIDs cum. Ripper slammed his cue, the pocket got filled, and the searing pain spread through my body like a Phoenix. Blazing, hot, and all consuming. Ripper drove into my ass with his horse dick. No mercy was asked and none was given as he let the whole world know I was his, “BUSTED THAT ASS WIDE OPEN LIKE PUSSY – RIPPING IT WIDE – RIPPING IT DEEP – RIPPING IT SIDE TO SIDE. TEARING THOSE WALLS DOWN. WHERE’S THAT SECOND HOLE? WHERE’S IT HIDING? YEAH FUCK THERE IT IS AND POW – THAT SHIT’S WRECKED TOO NOW.” The bed was rocking back and forth and banging hard against the wall. The windows rattled, the mattress and box spring squeaked as his hips made contact with my now reddened skin. He was murdering my asshole with his killer mandingo dick. I was being used and power fucked beyond imagining when I finally just let go – my whole body let go – and I became nothing but a willing hole, a receptacle for his AIDs cum. “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, THAT SNATCH JUST SCRABBLING FOR MY DICK, SWALLOWING ME DEEPER!” Ripper exclaimed. “I OWN THAT HOLE.” Thrust after thrust, steady, hard, and deep, my anonymous assailant pounded me into total submission. Ripper picked up speed, his dick swelled, “NOW FOR MY BABIES IN THAT WHITE WOMB – YOU BETTER CALL POISON CONTROL BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SHOOT MY TOXIC DRANO IN THAT HOLE.” In preparation for his seed, Ripper planted his full weight on my ass with both leather, gloved hands. He then pushed down, and to the sides, stretching my hole further making me squat. “FUCKING AIDS WHORE, GOING TO INFECT YOU GOOD. RIGHT HERE – RIGHT NOW – OH HELL YES THIS NUTT IS GOING DEEP - OPEN THAT FUCKING CUNT UP – OPEN IT – SLOPPY FUCKING PUSSY FOR THIS NUTT – HERE YOU GO – HERE YOU GO – THAT’S RIGHT….GRRRRR…..AAARRGGHHH…(SNORT SNORT)….GRRR.” A few thrusts, Ripper slid his dick out of my well-fucked ass, sighed, and as I caught my own breath he slapped my ass hard with his right hand and, ‘THAT, FAGGOT, WAS JUST A TASTE. I GOT A WHOLE LOT MORE PLANNED FOR AS LONG AS YOU KEEP THE STACKS COMING AND YOUR CUNT WET YOU NASTY FUCK. YOU WILL EITHER BE TAKING MONSTER DICK TO KEEP THAT PUSSY SWOLLEN AND RIPE FOR IMPREGNANTION OR INFECTED DICK. AND I DON’T JUST MEAN DICK THAT GUYS THINK IS BIG. I MEAN THOSE BULL HUNG, DONKEY-DICKED, MOTHERFUCKAS WHO ALWAYS COMPLAINING PUSSY TOO TIGHT OR BITCHES RUN FROM THEM. I PUT THE WORD OUT AND GOT SOME TRUE FREAK ASS JOINTS PLANNING TO BOUNCE ON YOUR SHIT. THIS IS BUSINESS AND FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS YOU JUST A FUCK DOLL FOR ALL THE DIRTY-ASSED-NASTY-EXTREME-FREAKED-OUT-FUCKERS WHO NEED A BUCK AND A PUSSY. YOU’LL GET FUCKED NON-STOP AND WHEN YOU’RE LIMPING TO THE PLANE SO FUCKING SORE AND TORE UP IT HURTS TO TAKE A STEP, YOU’LL BE PRAISING ME – THE RIPPER – FOR GIVING YOU WANT YOU DESERVED.” I heard a zipper, snaps, his leathers as he moved back to the chair. There was a pause, then the door to my room closed and I waited as the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of his exit echoed down the hall. I quickly untangled myself and threw the dirty sheet back, and ran to the front window. A quick wipe of the grime on the glass with my forearm and I was able to see the street and shivered as I stood watching, and waiting, and then I saw him. Ripper looked up, the mirrored front of his motorcycle helmet hiding his face but I could imagine him smiling, at least I hoped he was. He looked tall, muscular, with broad shoulders that were snug in a black leather motorcycle jacket that had red hatches on the shoulders and two red bands on the biceps. The black leather pants highlighted his form when he swung his leg over his bike. The engine started, the rumble, roar, and exhaust announced his departure. I hobbled back towards the bed, realizing how hurt, sore, and tore up my ass was. The cash I had left for him on the chair was gone, but he had left the money that was in my wallet, which I guess made me happy. Any further thoughts were interrupted as Booker opened the door from the bathroom and sauntered in with an older looking white guy trailing behind. “Damn fuck. We could hear that ass being taken through the walls. Got old Chester here all in a frenzy. Ain’t that right Chester? Yeah. Chester’s got some drippy dick for you but before he dirties it up, bend over and pull your cheeks apart. I need to take a few shots on the cell phone and let folks know what’s coming and what’s on offer.” I bent over the bed and showed Booker my AIDs filled hole. Every heart beat pulsed in my ass and I knew from his and Chester’s admiring comments that they liked the ‘post-Ripper’ view. “OK,” Booker instructed, “Now a few action shots showing Chester’s dirty dick in your ass. Poke it out good so I can get a clear shot of what a skank whore you are. Fuck Chester your dick is messed up! Oh…wait…hold on...Christ. That was fucking quick. Alright Chester get that nutt. We got to roll.” As Chester fucked me determined to add to my infection, I said, “I’m not sure I can right now. I may need just a little break.” Booker laughed, cuffed my head, “YEAH RIGHT. I KNOW THE PLAN. YOU PASSED THE TEST SO THE NEXT STOP IS THE CENTRAL MISSION SOUP KITCHEN. LIL’JOHN IS WAITING AND HE TEXTED THAT HIS 11.5 INCH DICK HAS NOT HAD A WHITE MUFF IN MONTHS SO HE’S READY TO PUMMEL THAT THIRD HOLE.” Even though my body ached and I was tired, those were the magic words and I was determined to take every inch of Lil’John.

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Glad you enjoyed and happy holidays!

Choose Your Poison: Part 3 - We had barely gone a few blocks from Giovanni’s place where he had just filled me with his Italian load of AIDs cum, before the driver pulled the old taxi over, pointed, and said, “ATM’s there. You better hit it. HARD. We’ll settle up after each round.” What did he mean by that? I groaned again getting out of the car, got more cash, climbed back in and we were off. “Hey man,” I said through the window to the front seat as I leaned forward, “I don’t think this is the way to the Marriott. My cell map shows we should have turned back there.” The driver continued to smoke, and ignored me, as we got further and further away from our destination. “Sorry, I never got your name. Just, well you know, I’ve not had a chance to unpack and rest up and stuff that’s all and I’d really like to.” The old taxi skidded slightly as the driver pulled over to the curb, set the car into park, turned and said, “Look man. Rip gave me orders. I follow the fucking orders and my understanding was you would too. Right? Right. So shut the fuck up, let me drive and just continue doing as you’re fucking told.” He turned back onto the street and then said, “Don’t ask about names again. They don’t fucking matter unless Rip says so.” I shut up then and watched the city go by as we made our way to our next destination. Soon I started seeing more and more rundown looking folks on the streets, which looked pretty deserted otherwise. I was getting nervous, but knew I shouldn’t. The Ripper had delivered so far and I had not even fucking made it to my hotel. Hell I had taken and tasted more toxic dick in the past few hours than I had in the past few months. So I figured I would enjoy the thrill of the risk and bug chase and the hot burning in my ass reminded me how good a dirty breeding could be. The taxi slowed, the tires scraped against the curb as we pulled close to the sidewalk. I had to get out the driver’s side as there was a pole blocking the other door, and when I did, my taxi driver smiled, stamped out his smoke on the street, slapped me on the back and said, “Welcome to skid row bitch. Get your bag, let’s get in out of the fucking cold and warm up.” Even in the brisk morning air the ghosts of skid row were haunting the streets – homeless men, thieves, addicts, thugs, and those just looking for trouble or a score of one type or another. I may have been dressed a bit nicer than some, but I was the same, and my heart beat hard against my chest as my mind raced with the opportunities I could see all around me. I looked up at the broken neon sign that had once said HOTEL in some forgotten color. Now, even the painted letters were faded and hard to read, so clear this place was not on any tourist map. The front door had bars on it and the glass was caked in dirt and grime with a few cracks and nicks in it and its hinges squeaked loudly as my taxi driver opened it. The echo of the door banging closed against the metal jam almost sounded like a gunshot and made me jump, making my driver laugh at me again. Fuck, I was going to make him smile for other reasons as soon as I got a chance. We stepped across the cracked tile to a plexiglass window that was almost as dirty as the outside that was situated underneath a faded sign that said FRONT DESK. “YO WINSTON, WHERE YOU AT?” my driver yelled as he rapped his knuckles on the window, “COME ON MAN, GOT YOUR GUEST FOR YOU.” While we waited I looked around at the peeling wallpaper, missing light bulbs, and the shadows of the people haunting the halls, their passage marked by coughs and sighs. I was drawn back to the window as Winston slid the metal grate to the side that was on the back of the plexiglass window, planted his arms on the counter and said, “Fucking hold your horses. Christ, I heard you but I had to finish taking my shit.” From his name I expected some old man in suspenders I guess, but Winston looked about 35, with long stringy brown hair and a long beard and mustache. The dark circles under his eyes, his gaunt appearance, and the telltale tracks on his arms showed he sought extreme entertainment. My driver said, “This is the fag chaser I told you about. You got the room ready next to mine? Good. I need to take Charlotte down to the shop real quick, so get him settled up. I’ll be back in 30.” With that, my driver headed out the door leaving me alone on skid row with Winston and his hotel of horrors. I reached into to my pants to get my wallet but Winston had stepped away from the counter, I heard keys jangle, then a series of locks on the door to the front desk/office turn and click. Winston stepped out into the hall, handed me a big key attached to a plastic circle that said 314. The plastic was as filthy as everything else and it looked like someone had actually chewed on it as there were clear teeth marks around the edges. “Excuse me,” I said, “Don’t you need my credit card and stuff?” Winston laughed, coughed and hacked, spit on the floor, and replied, “Fuck no. Cash only. $50 a night – for you anyways. Come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Winston started to walk down the hall, I grabbed my bag and followed him into the gloom. We passed an elevator that was clearly broken along with a couple homeless looking guys who were standing beside one of the room doors, smoking, and talking in hushed whispers. One of them eyed me up and down and licked his lips, my hole twitched, he reached out and patted my ass and I stopped. My pig instincts went on high alert. “I’m not surprised Brucie’s taken a liking to you right off,” Winston said as he turned to see why I had stopped, “He’s always bragging about some suburban housewife he nailed in an alley or some shit. High classy pussy fucks – guess you qualify. Brucie, show him your dick. I bet he’ll take it for you.” I nervously stepped back as right there in the dim hallway in front of Winston and the other dude, Brucie unbuckled his belt, fumbled around and undid his pants and let them drop to floor. He then pushed aside the layers of shirts and coat he was wearing and smiled as hefted a nice thick dick for me to see. Brucie then took two awkward steps towards me, his dick now hard. I set my bag down and reached out to stroke his family jewels, but Brucie just turned me around and started rubbing his hand up and down the back of my pants. I looked at Winston, who’s dark eyes now shined as he said, “Pull your pants down. Let’s see how good of a bug chaser you are.” I quickly took off my coat and tossed it onto my suitcase, then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down as Brucie’s rough, calloused, dirty hands quickly snaked inside the back of my underwear and his finger found my hole. He spit once, twice, then shuffled a step as I bent forward and grunted as his dick popped into my tender and juicy ass. My whimpering turned Brucie on as he forced his homeless dick deeper into my sore hole. I was still throbbing from Giovanni’s tortuous fuck, but Christ, I couldn’t resist this dirty dick and it felt so God damn good. “Is that some high class pussy Brucie?” Winston asked, “It’s some freak shit pussy for sure. Hell. You’re just a nasty fuck aren’t you?” Brucie responded with a breathy, “YEESSSS,” and my reply was a series of grunts and moans as Brucie started to long dick me. The other homeless dude wanted in on the action now too and had opened his pants and leaned against the wall stroking as he watched Brucie fuck me. I side stepped a little and begged, “Please let me suck it,” so Brucie paused, turned us both to the left, and started pounding me raw again as I now slurped on a smaller, but ripe and rank dick. Winston was now standing by my shoulder, jacking his dick fast, “FUCK THAT ASS BRUCIE…GIVE HIM YOUR BUG JUST LIKE YOU GAVE IT TO ME…GO ON MAN…TURN THAT HIGH CLASS PUSSY INTO STREET TRADE…YOU FUCKING NASTY AIDS FUCKER…GET VICIOUS…ROUGH THAT HOLE UP…OH FUCK I’M GETTING CLOSE...” I didn’t want any cum wasted so pulled off the dirty dick I was sucking and begged, “Please shoot it in my ass, please!!!” Winston stepped back towards my ass, Brucie yanked his dick out, I gasped, the guy I was sucking stuffed his dick back in my mouth, Winston shoved his inside me and snarled, “TAKE MY DICK YOU FUCKING TRASHY BOTTOM WHORE…TAKE IT RIGHT NOW…CUMMING UP IN THAT ASS...” Just like that I guess he was done and I had barely felt a thing. His dick was not that big and I did not feel it when he shot, but he must have and as soon as Winston pulled out, Brucie slammed back in and as he picked up his pace Winston said, “SLUT FUCK HIM BRUCIE…SLUT FUCK THAT ASS…PUSH MY CHARGED CUM UP IN THERE…TURN HIM OUT…HARDER BRUCIE…HARDER…FUCK HIM HARDER….” Brucie dug his nails into my flesh as he grabbed my hips, raised up on his toes, shuddered, and bred me. A few more strokes to mix the two loads together, then Brucie pulled out of my ass with a loud SLURP and cum and ass juice started dribbling down into my pants. I pulled off the guy I was sucking, but his dick still was not fully hard and he clearly was not into fucking me as he immediately tucked it back into his pants and shuffled off a little further down the hall. Brucie was standing there, his hands out and to his sides, his dick arched, slick with charged cum, shivering. I stroked it, then turned and slid it back inside once – twice – then pulled off with a wet PLOP. “Can you go again?” I asked Brucie. He just shook his head, pulled his pants up, so I did the same. Fuck, why is it that just as my ass gets going the dicks tap out? Winston interrupted me with a sigh and a short, “Come on.” I gave Brucie a nice smile who gave me a leer back and rubbed the bulge in his pants as a parting gift as I followed Winston up the rickety stairs. “Thanks man,” I said to Winston, “That was hot,” as the stairs creaked and groaned under our weight. “I was sort of worried someone might see us.” Winston shook his head, “Too early. This time of day there’s usually no one around except maybe Brucie and a bud or two. The end of the work day and after the bars close late at night is when things get crazy.” At the second floor landing Winston stopped, “These are my hourly rooms. Shared bathrooms at each end of the hall. I know Booker’s got shit planned for you, but if you are ever looking for anything else, just hang out down here, you can find it – pussy, chicks with dicks, drugs, thugs, whatever your freak is. But I don’t allow trouble in here. Most everyone’s a regular, so you’ll be safe – safe enough anyways.” We went on up to the third floor, walked back toward the front of the building and he stopped in front of 314. I turned the lock, stepped in, Winston flipped the light switch and the lone, bare bulb that hung from the ceiling did little to help the dreariness. “Do you know Rip?” I asked as I set my suitcase down and tossed my coat onto the old, wood chair beside the bed. “And who’s Booker?” Winston stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light, came out, “Yeah I know Rip, but I don’t talk about my customers – especially him. Booker? The guy who dropped you off. That’s what we call him. It’s one of his side hustles, he’s a bookie for the races and illegal boxing matches, and all kinds of shit that most folks try to avoid.” I couldn’t help myself and had to ask, “So is what you said true? Did Brucie give you HIV? So you’re POZ? Are you guys like together or something?” Winston looked at me, an array of emotions quickly coming and going across his face before his dark eyes settled on mine, “Oh yeah. I got kicked out of my parent’s house, ended up on the streets, Brucie was like a big brother to me. Showed me the ropes. I hustled for a while to try to pay for art college, but well, you saw, my dick’s not really big enough for that so Brucie hooked me up with some other assist and in turn he took my ass. End of story. He’s a good friend – he’s fucked up as hell – well ain’t we all – but Brucie’s got some demons and fucking potent demon seed. I still let him fuck me, hell let most anyone who wants to fuck me if they come up a bit short for their room. It works out alright. OK, enough of that. I need to get back downstairs.” Winston went back into the bathroom and rapped on a door on the other wall, “This leads to Booker’s room. You guys share the bathroom.” He walked back out, “There’s a lock on your door, just turn it from the inside. Everyone up on this floor are longer term folks and like I said you’re safe enough, but it’s here if you want it. The phone doesn’t work and Booker can show you some of the corner places nearby where you can grab something to eat.” Winston then just stood there expectantly, oh right the money, so I pulled out my wallet, gave him $200 for the four nights, he looked at it, looked at me, raised his eyebrows, so I gave him $100 more. He smiled, nodded, tucked the bills into his pants and said, “You take care of me – I take care of you. Come on down if you get bored. I’m always around. Or roam the halls, I’m sure Brucie will fuck you again if you want but he’ll need some cash in return and he tends to get VERY rough so if that’ not your thing, just tell him to ease off.” I nodded, Winston left, and I went to stand by the old radiator that was under the window overlooking the street. At least the heat worked. All the cum in my ass was trying to come out and I knew I was supposed to keep it in, so I lay down on the queen size bed. Damn what was that smell? I rolled over and smelled the blanket and bed – fuck hell it was like stale, old dog piss and fuck knows what else. The initial wave of revulsion was replaced with a desire and thirst and I wondered if Brucie liked watersports? Just then the door banged opened, Booker stomped in, “What the fuck you doing?” he asked and before I could answer he said, “Christ’s tits its cold out. So I hear you’ve been a fucking whore – HA! I could tell. It’s the quiet clean cut ones that’s the biggest fuck freaks. Winston said you got ridden good by Brucie huh? Yeah he’s a buggy fella alright. OK, Rip will be here soon, time to get you ready.” What? Rip was coming now? I stood up, “Umm.. could I get some beer or something?” I asked. Booker had walked over to the bed and was busy pulling the blanket and sheets off and tossing them into the corner. Fucking hell no wonder it stank. The mattress was stained almost black in places, and I really did not want to know with what. “No. Time for your inspection. Get your clothes off and get over here,” Booker said as he grabbed a large paper bag he had brought in with him and set it by the bed before checking his watch. Bend over and let me see you gurl pussy. Good, nice and shaved.” I flinched and grunted a little as Booker poked two fingers into my fucked hole and a third as he started scratching at my insides and fingering me rough and hard. Booker kept rough fucking me with his fingers, his nails scraping me up like a doze at a strip mine. “Here’s how this works,” he explained, “You get one chance with Rip. His rules. His way or no way. Rule #1 – You will be naked, head down, ass up on the end of the bed with the door unlocked. Rule #2 – All he wants to see is your cunt ready to bred and knocked up. You’ll have a sheet draped over your body and head. DON’T TAKE IT OFF as you will NOT see his face and will NOT look at him. Rule #3 – Set your offering for Rip on the chair. If he likes what he sees and is feeling it – your cunt and the stacks, then shit will go down. If not, he’ll take the cash and role and that’s the end of that. Rule #4 – No talking unless Rip tells you to. Rule #5 – You can use these poppers if you want, but keep them under the sheet. Rule #6 – Keep that cum in your ass and if you got to piss, you better do it now, but remember, not a drop of that cum gets loose so I’m going to watch to make sure.” I grabbed my wallet, pulled out a stack of bills, the figured what the fuck and set my wallet on the chair too beside the stack. I was all on and ready. I then walked across the cold floor to the bathroom and tried to piss. My dick was trying to get hard as I thought about Rip and the fuck to come. Booker was standing in the doorway, “Jesus hell, get on with it,” he ordered, but between trying to clench my hole shut to keep the cum in while trying to relax to keep my dick down, I was as dry as the Sahara. Finally, after straining and focusing hard, I was able to let out a steaming stream, which reminded me, so I turned my head and asked, “Do you like watersports? I’d like to drink your piss too if you into that.” Booker chuckled, “Fucking freak faggot – damn – so you want to be a toilet too huh? We’ll talk.” A deep rumble from the street outside drew Booker’s attention and he walked over to the window, pulled the tattered curtain to the side, wiped the fog and grime off the glass, looked down and left, and said, “Come on. Time to get shit going. Get on the bed. He’s here.” Booker untangled one of the stained sheets from the pile on the floor as I scrambled onto the end of the bed. He tossed the two pillows at me that I placed under my torso and chest to give me some support, and then got on my hands and knees and edged myself back to the end of the bed. Fuck I hope the bed will hold. Booker flung open the sheet and let it fall down and over me. He then lifted up the back and folded it up over my hips and tucked the sides down under my stomach and between my legs and the pillows. “Oh here,” he said as his hand snuck under the sheets and handed me the poppers. Then as he rammed his nails into my hole one last time he said, “Remember the rules. Either way, I’ll see you in a bit.” I heard Booker go into the bathroom, close the door to my room, open the door to his, and shut that. The room was warm, but I was shivering in excitement and almost forgot to hit the poppers. I focused on that now, the rush making my head pulse a bit, then my body relaxed. Twice more and then I heard a THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause – THUMP. The sound of heavy boots coming down the hall got closer, and closer, and closer, and time slowed. The boots paused one last time. The door to my room slowly opened and I held my breath. The boots took a step in, then another, the door closed. They paused. I exhaled and started to breath fast like a rabbit knowing there was a predator lurking just outside my hutch. The boots slowly stepped over to the chair, the creak and groan of leather alerting me to his other movements. There was a CLUNK. Something heavy had been sat on the chair. The boots came up behind me. The powerful odor of leather – and man musk – permeated through the sheet. I began to shake. A large, leather gloved hand ran two fingers up and down my wet crack. The Ripper was here and I trembled as I remembered the last part of his ad that said, “ALL THAT COUNTS IS WHAT WILL LEAVE YOU SORE – MY 10+ INCH DICK AND DON’T BOTHER CONTACTING ME UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT ALL ….”

BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”

Choose Your Poison: Part 2 - The next morning, per Ripper’s instructions, I was up early as I had never shaved myself down there and fuck it took longer than expected and I had to even hit the internet to search for some tips on how to do it. I was finally ready to go and a short cab ride later was at the airport making my way to the gate for what may come. My mind was muddled. My ass was twitching. My guts were crying out for dirty cum. The plane was boarding, there was no going back now and 90 minutes later we touched down and I resolved myself to relish every nasty drop I could get. I was fidgeting like hell as the line for the Yellow Cabs slowly snaked along. I had texted the number Ripper had given me and had been waiting for almost 20 minutes. Hell I could have gotten a taxi and been there by now. I was rubbing my hands and stamping my feet to get them warm again when a Yellow Cab zoomed into the front of the line cutting off one who was pulling out. Horns blared, people yelled and waved. The car pulled up in front of me, the window rolled down and a tsunami of smoke poured out onto the sidewalk. “Hey man,” the driver with long dreads said as he leaned towards the open window, “Rip sent me. Get in.” The trunk unlatched, I walked to the back and set my suitcase in amongst the trash and boxes of God knew what, then climbed into the back, sliding onto a seat sticky and dirty, stepping on more trash on the floor, and taking one last breath of fresh air before closing the door. After kicking some of the fast food litter to the side, I fished the paper out of my pocket and told the driver where I was supposed to go. The dude just snorted, the car lurched, and off we went. We had barely left the airport when my taxi barreled off the road and careened into a gas station. The driver looked at me through the window between the seats and said, “Give me a $20, need to top the tank – old Charlotte’s here and mine. Better make it $40.” Luckily I had extra cash on me so fished out the money and watched as he got out, spit a few times, hacked, cleared his lungs and proceeded about his business. I took the time to look around the car. Clearly this was no regular Yellow Cab. It might be painted Yellow and looked like it had been a cab at one time, but it’s day of taxi service were in the past as there was no meter and I could not imagine anyone using such a dirty vehicle for a regular taxi. The driver finished pumping the gas, ran in to pay, came back a minute later with a bag and hopped back in the front. The car started, lurched, the gears caught and we started to leave – so I thought – but instead of pulling back out onto the road, he veered right and the car partially slid around the side of the building as he drove towards the side and back of the parking lot. He parked, rummaged around, and with the car still running turned and said, “Get up here a minute.” I wasn’t sure what was up, but climbed out the back, looked closer at the car and decided it was definitely no regular taxi as it did not even have a light, just a hole in the roof with some tore up tape over it where the light used to be, then opened the front passenger door and got in. The crap that was in the front seat the driver was now sorting and then tossing through the window into the back. Once done he said, “Clean my dirty dick off,” as he unbuckled his pants and shimmied them down his thighs a little. I felt dizzy from the heat in the car and the rank smell coming off him. The driver settled back down, and lifted his arms up with a smoke in his right hand that alternated with his left as he fed himself from a bag chips on the dashboard. I tried to get to his dick, but between the steering wheel and the seat that did not seem to slide back, it was damn awkward and I could not make it work. “Fucking hell,” the driver said. He knocked his bag of chips to the side, put the smoke between his teeth, shimmied his pants back up and with the car still running got out, opened the back door, and climbed into the back. “What the fuck you waiting for? Get back here.” I climbed back out and into the backseat with him and by the time I closed the door his pants were down again, his head back as he exhaled, and his left hand wanking his dick to full hardness. I nervously looked around as it was broad daylight but between the steamy windows and where we were parked, did not appear anyone could see us. I now got a good look at his dick. It was uncut, about 9 inches, nice thickness, had a number of larger bumps on the head and shaft, and strings of white slime around the head and sticking to the foreskin. He reached out and guided my head towards his dick, “Some dudes say their warts make their cocks feel numb, not mine. Rip said you wanted to taste some rank, so put that mouth down there and clean off my dick. I have not washed it in about a week now – just for you dirty slut.” My pig-tendencies overrode all common sense and before I knew it I was moaning in pleasure as I tongued and bathed his infected dick with my lips and mouth. His dick was hard and eager for the attention and as I cupped his full and hairy, hard balls, he stroked my head and face enjoying the affection. “GET YOUR MOUTH DEEP DOWN THAT COCK YOU CUM CATCHER…OPEN THOSE PINK LIPS…..I DON’T WANT TO SEE A CHUNK OF MY CHEESE SLIP OUT….OPEN YOUR MOUTH, THAT’S IT, SQUEEZE MY BALLS JUST A LITTLE…MORE…MORE…FUCK….” The driver’s hot cum flooded my mouth and throat and I had to fight to take it all and swallow it and felt like a chipmunk with a mouth full of acorns. It tasted like curdled milk, with a tang of herb seasoning, and I wanted more. “No, no, no more right now. Give me your scarf.” I sat still as he tied it around my eyes and made a knot – tight- at the back of my head. What, was I not allowed to see where we drove? “Get your pants off and put your ass towards the door,” the driver said as I heard him pull his up, shuffle some things, then get out and close the door. The quick blast of cold air had made my dick shrivel and goose bumps pop out on my thighs, but I did as I was told, hoping he was going to fuck me now. I was half on the back seat with my left leg kneeling on it, leaning forward on my arms when the door behind me opened and a different voice said, “Scoot the hell up. Fuck it’s cold out.” I flinched and jumped as a cold hand rubbed my ass and was tempted to take the scarf off and see who it was when the front door open, the driver got in, and said, “Come on man, I told you, you need to be quick. You know Rip and this ain’t on the schedule, but I owed you so now we’re even.” My hole was resisting the finger prodding hard at it, flinching at the sharp nail and insistence, “I am, fuck this hole is tight,” the new passenger said, “I’ve been rubbing and jacking my meat since you first got here just waiting. Come on now, how about a little privacy.” The driver laughed, “Fuck that, I plan to watch, so deal with it. You taking it or not?” The guy mumbled, he pushed me forward a little more, his cold pants rubbing against my ass as he slid his hard dick up and down my crack trying to find the right angle in the back seat. “Here’s some Soy Sauce,” the driver said. I shivered as I felt the cold liquid squirt onto my hole, the guy sighed, then grunted and pushed and POPPED through my ass ring. My head was wedged into the corner of the seat and door now as the other guy fought to keep his dick in, grunted, pushed, fucked my hole, and used me. The driver chimed in, “Go on man, blow that dirty cum in that ass.” The new passenger fucked harder and adjusted himself again. My right hand scrambled up the side of the window and I found that little handle that hangs down to help people get in and out of the back seat and grabbed onto it trying to keep my face from banging against the glass. “YOU WANT THIS CUM UP THAT SHITTER….TRYING TO CATCH MY NUTT.. .HELL THIS IS GOOD QUEER PUSSY…” the fucker said as he picked up his pace. “Cum in me,” I begged, “Give me some dirty cum, I want it all, please fuck me, fuck me,” I cried out. The new passenger stiffened, grunted, my head hit the window hard, and his dick goo slid up inside me. Panting a bit from the heat in the car and the workout, he slid out of me, sat back on the seat, shuffled around to get his pants up and said to the driver, “Fuck damn I needed that,” and then left the car. The driver laughed, “Alright you cum slut. Not a word about this extra minute we took here understand me? That’s between you and me – well you and him too I guess now – fucking hell. Get dressed, we got to get back on schedule.” The taxi belched fumes into the cold morning air as we proceeded on our way and I managed to get back into my clothes as the taxi swerved in and out of traffic. About 25 minutes later we pulled up in front a deli/sandwich shop with a green, white, and red striped awning. The driver turned his head, “I’ll be here when you’re done.” I got out of the car, adjusted my clothes, and went to the front door. The deli did not seem to be open yet and the door was locked, so I stood and waited a minute not sure what to do. I turned at the blare of a horn and the taxi driver had rolled down the window a bit, smoke mixing with the brisk air, “FUCKING KNOCK…KNOCK!!” he yelled. I knocked on the front door, the glass rattled, I knocked some more and a shadow exited the back and came towards the front. “We’re closed. Come back in 30 minutes,” the small, slightly bent woman hollered through the glass. She started to walk away so I knocked again and yelled, “I’M LOOKING FOR GIOVANNI, I WAS TOLD TO MEET HIM HERE.” She just shook her head and I could hear her mumbling as she started back towards the rear of the deli. Fuck, what do I do now. I then heard voices raised and saw a new shadow emerge from the back. The tall, lanky guy came to the glass door, undid the locks and opened it as the woman in the back continued to holler. “MAMA I GOT THIS! NO, NO. MAMA….UGHHH…I’LL BE BACK IN A BIT.” “Giovanni?” I asked. The tall Italian guy gave me a nervous glance, cocked his head, brushed past me and said, “Come on.” He walked towards the right, opened a door about 5 feet down, stepped in and held it for me. He then started up the stairs without a word and I guess I was meant to follow. Up on the third floor he walked to the back of the building, fumbled with a large set of keys on a key ring, opened the door, cocked his head, and I stepped inside the small room. It was a small apartment with a tiny little kitchen area, a small bed, a bathroom I could see through the missing door, a beat up wood table and two chairs and not much else. “You got my money,” Giovanni asked. I was not sure how much he expected or what the plan was and as I paused he interrupted my thoughts and said, “Look. I ain’t got all fucking day. It’s $50 to stroke my load out. $100 to suck me off. But if you want to get my AIDs cum right, it’s $200 cash up front, I fuck to nutt, and I need to prep you a bit first.” Prep me? What the fuck did he mean by that? My hole was clean, I was sure of that. I fished into my back pocket, pulled out the stack of bills, handed him the $200, he counted, nodded, and proceeded to start to undo his pants as he walked into the bathroom. I heard him fumble around in a cabinet and as he got whatever he needed he said, “Get naked and lay on the bed. On your stomach. I did as he ordered and his blanket and bedding smelled like they had not been washed in months. I turned my head to the left and craned my neck to watch him as he came out of the bathroom. He had a nice long dick swinging between his legs that was nestled in a patch of dark, curly hair. His balls looked like bright red tomatoes that had been hot flashed, stripped of their skin, bright red, raw, and angry looking. Giovanni set a plastic bucket down on the floor, “Pull the pillow up under your chest a little and hang you head down the other side,” he said. I got myself adjusted, the bed creaked as he got on it and straddled me. He then lay on top of me, his t-shirt feeling itchy against my back, but the skin of his hips and legs were nice and warm and the heat from his dick as he nestled it into my ass crack was even more welcome. Giovanni then began sliding up and down my body, using my shoulders to pull himself back and forth. Each pass along my body, his dick grew, stiffened, and when it felt good and hard he reached over the side of the bed, grabbed something out of the bucket, I heard it go SQUIRT, then the sound of him lubing up. Something about the smell piqued my senses of warning, but I was too horny to care or give it more thought. “PULL IT OUT! HOLY FUCK FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP, OH PLEASE STOP!” I cried out and whimpered. Giovanni had used his full body weight and angled himself just right so he could drop and force himself deep into my hole with one thrust. It wasn’t that so much as it felt like my ass was on fire – literally – flames tore me up on the inside and this was more than just a rough fuck. “Shut the fuck up right now or I stop and you get nothing,” Giovanni hissed. “I told you I had to prep you bit. It’s my special ‘AIDS CUM DUMP LUBE’ prep formula. My favorite lube, mixed with a little Vaseline so it does not get too wet, and to top it off some Icy-Hot muscle balm. Love how it makes my dick feel so warm and hot and even better, will make your insides raw and ready for my charged cum. Just lay there and let me get it in there good.” I was crunching my face trying to keep the tears back as his Italian dick pushed that foul mix around in my ass. I gasped in relief several minutes later when he slid out and took several deep breaths to steady myself as I heard the sink in the bathroom. Thank God he was washing his dick off. “Come here,” Giovanni said. So I gently got off the bed, every step burning hot and new. In the bathroom Giovanni was standing by the sink with a Fleet enema in his hand. “Bend of over the sink,” he said, “I’m going to flush you out now. While my lube will burn your ass raw, it might also kill my dirty seed, so this way I can make sure you are prepped and primed for my AIDs cum to get you good.” I flinched as Giovanni roughly stuck the plastic tip in my ass, held it as he instructed, and flinched some more as he squirted a second bottle in. “Squat over the toilet now and let it out. Let me see how primed you are.” I did as Giovanni ordered and tears came to my eyes as the watery mass came out and the heat and lube burned me more. I stood up, shaking a little, water dripping out of my hole and down my legs as Giovanni pushed me to the side a little, looked in the toiled, smiled, “Fuck yeah look at that. Nice and pink. See all that stringy-web-like stuff floating around? That’s your gut lining. Sit down again and make sure it’s all out.” Giovanni’s dick was right by my face as he supervised my flush out and so I reached up to stroke it, hoping to get him to face fuck me while I finished up. “Unless you got more cash on hand, it ain’t happening,” he said, before stepping away to let me wipe dry. I then followed him back to the bed and he told me, “Get back on your stomach. Beg for my toxic load up that dirty snatch. Beg for it you fucking cum dump. Beg for my whizz juice in you.” I gasped and choked back my whimpers as Giovanni forced his raw Italian dick back in my tender and blistered hole. With nothing but spit now for lube, he rough fucked hard and deep with no mercy and it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch. But I begged for it. I wanted it. This was what I came for right? “GIVE ME THAT MONEY DICK ASSHOLE. COME ON FUCK IT. SHRED MY HOLE UP. I WANT YOUR AIDS LOAD MAN….GIVE ME YOUR AIDS…POZ MY ASS UP….HARDER…FUCK IT HARDER….FUCK ME…YES…THAT’S IT…FUCK ME…MAKE IT HURT MORE…” Giovanni gripped my shoulders hard and buried himself to the hilt as his balls spewed his toxic jizz into my brownfield waste dump. Giovanni gave one last shudder and twitch, yanked his dick and rolled off the bed and stood up. “GET THE FUCK UP HERE AND CLEAN MY DIRTY DICK OFF. TASTE HOW NASTY AND FUCKED UP YOUR ASS IS NOW,” Giovanni demanded. I hurried up, knelt in front of him, and started slurping my tongue up and down his shaft, hungrily lapping up his gifts. He stepped away when I started to try to suck him. “Bend back over the bed,” my Italian spermanator said, “I got one final parting gift for you since you were a good lay. Most folks try to run and push me off. You laid right there and took it like I need...I fucking like that. My load is deep, and you need to keep it in there until Rip tells you otherwise. In the meantime, this will keep those ass lips tender and sore and your love canal ripe.” I arched my back from the burn as he fingered my hole and scraped my insides with his nail. He licked his finger clean, got dressed, I started to as well but before I could get my pants pulled all the way up he grabbed my arm, twisted me, shoved two fingers dry into my wrecked hole, wiggled them back and forth and warned, “Next time I plan to slam it harder. Get ready.” Back on the street Giovanni locked the door and headed to the deli. I found the taxi idling right out front and gingerly climbed into the back, grimacing and grunting as I did so, my ass burning and hurting like hell. My driver laughed at my pain and for a split second I was embarrassed that he knew what had just happened, but that quickly passed as I remembered the rank taste of his load and how nice and sleazy I felt taking his buddy’s anonymous dick. Fuck, I had not even made it to the hotel yet and I had taken three dirty dicks and some ripe poison. This trip may be more than I bargained for, but my tender ass was already twitching as I wondered what would happen next.

Choose Your Poison – Courtesy of The Ripper: Part 1 - It hurt to piss. Burned like a little branding iron being shoved up inside my dick slit. My ass felt like glass shards were coming out when I had to go and my entire abdomen felt swollen, tender, and full. He said it would. He said I would come home pregnant with their gifts. He said, “You better be careful what you wish for.” Happy Holidays full of dirty gifts. The holiday season had arrived, but I wasn’t feeling very joyful. Usually finding a good, raw top perked me right up yet lately, that was not doing it for me either. When raw sex was being ‘implied’/shown on mainstream TV and Netflix shows and almost every other ad on the cruise sites was a top who had ‘Negative on Prep’ in their profile, being a bug chasing cum pig just was not the taboo rush that is used to be. Fuck I needed some charged up dick. In boredom, or more honestly pure desperation, I started to scan personal ads in other cities. While part of me said that desperate, the bug pig in me said I needed a vacation anyways so I might as well go someplace new and try my luck. Hundreds of ads later in a couple different cities and nothing had yet appealed me, that is until I saw the headline, “Seeking a Gangbang Creampie Princess For Anonymous, Public, Raw Breeding.” Holy fuck – that sounded hot as shit! I read the ad several times and started fondling myself as my dick got hard just thinking about the set up. In brief the guy was looking for: “…a submissive pussy who will take ANY dick in any hole – NO QUESTIONS ASKED OR ANSWERED…” “ …RAW is mandatory….” “…ANONYMOUS breedings and PUBLIC action (bookstores, car, parking garage, alley, parks) REQUIRED…..” “…must be a FREAK and NASTY…” “…TABOO, PERVERTED, EXTREME, …” Oh fuck my ass was wet just reading it. Best of all was the dude’s stats: “…looks don’t matter – yours or mine – all that counts is what will leave you sore – my 10+ inch dick and don’t bother contacting me unless you KNOW you can take it all ….” OK, clearly this guy lived and played on the wild side, and if he was real – which was a big IF given all the fakes and players online – he was dipping and slinging in some nasty shit. Even better, it was raw and no mention of status and Prep, which often means someone is POZ, does not know, or does not care one way or the other. My kind of man! The one hitch? His ad was in a straight section, but he did not say only females specifically and noted he was looking for “couples and singles”, so what the hell. I quickly typed my email to him before I lost my nerve – or hard on – starting with, “I mean no offense, but…” and then in brief told him I was planning some vacation time to his city and based on his ad, seemed like he knew the places to find the nastiest dick and could he help? In truth, I didn’t really expect to hear back. That night when I got home from work I anxiously scanned my email. Nothing. Same the next. On the third night however there was a response: “hey faggot gurl – I only deal with the serious who will submit to a cash MASTER. Send $100 by 6:00 p.m. tonight via MoneyGram. Details below and once sent, text the confirmation number. - The Ripper” Damn! Or maybe YEAH?! Well, no risk no reward and I was willing to gamble so I sent the $100 as ordered and anxiously checked my email for the next two hours hoping I would hear back. I knew he had my money as MoneyGram confirmed it was picked up at 6:10 pm, so I waited, and waited. Finally my In Box chimed – new mail! “Good faggot. At least you know how to obey. For me to consider if you are worth my time, send me an email telling me exactly what you want from MASTER. You said you want nasty dick. Well I fucking got that but I ain’t called The Ripper for nothing. That boy pussy will get shredded. Pay-to-play, but trust, you’ll be satisfied. If you want more, I want to hear that too. Tell me everything. Tell me every freaky shit, fucked up, whore faggot thing you want to do and send me confirmation that you have bought plane tickets here and booked a hotel. I ain’t wasting my time if it ain’t real time. - The Ripper” Oh my God! I jacked off right then in my chair at the dining room table as I reread his email. I then wiped up my mess, quickly got online, booked a flight and hotel, and responded back. My ass was thinking for the rest of me for sure, but the potential of what he was offering was too fucking good to ignore. Not 10 minutes after sending the confirmations of my travel, I had a response: “What the fuck? I said to tell me the freaky and fucked up shit you want to do. I thought you wanted nasty? You send me some tripe that’s all vanilla sweater-queen fag shit. Be real. I want it honest. Last chance or that gurl pussy can keep on scoping and hunting and being a desperate mutt hole. Because you must be stupid, use the checklist below too. - The Ripper” Fuck. I guess he had a point. I’m so used to filtering my dirty-inner-self so I went balls to the wall and let it all out. First I used his checklist, which was like some Dr. Frankenstein shit asking stuff like: 1. “What STDs have you had? Have now? Want?” 2. “How many POZ dicks you taken? How many AIDs dicks (and if you don’t know the difference, don’t bothering responding)?” 3. “How many raw dicks have you taken in the past two weeks?” 4. “How many strangers have fucked where you never saw their face?” 5. “What’s he wildest place you ever got fucked?” 6. “Do you have ANY limits?” OK, this dude took his shit serious and while sort of creepy, again I was so fucking turned on I had to jack off. One perverted checklist and taboo laden email later, it was time to crash. My mind was not focused on work the next day as I kept thinking about The Ripper, and wild fantasy fucks. Shit like this does not happen in real life so I might as well not get my hopes up. Yet, when I got home his email was waiting: “Good faggot. I don’t lime limits so you may just be fucked up and freaky-ass-nasty enough for a taste. You ready for some monster AIDs dick? I got you. You ready to get seeded deep by some total strangers with buggy dicks? I got you? You ready to bend over and let some other dudes watch as infected cum creampies that hole? I got you. You want to be treated like the fag-gurl-pussy-cunt-dick-craving-fuck-hole-mutt that you are? You will be. Send me your cell number again and hit the ATM and let me know how much you willing to spend when you arrive. Like I said, this is pay-to-play and if you got the cash The Ripper can make ANY-TABOO-FUCKING-NASTY-THING happen. - The Ripper” Oh hell! I was fucking flipping out thinking about that shit. Some of the things I had written down, well not stuff I would normally share I guess, but fucking Christ – this dude sounds like he can provide so what the hell. The next 10 days I spent in wild anticipation of what may come. I sent several more emails asking questions because I was nervous as fuck and wanted some reassurance I was not wasting my time and money and received no response. But, the day before I left I got a FedEx package with a DVD and a note that said, “Hey faggot gurl – here’s a taste of what I got in store for you.” I was shaking as I put the DVD in and hit PLAY. Immediately the screen was filled with white ass taking a monster black dick. The white guy was hunched over and it was hard to see more, but the black guy was really vocal, “Gonna breed that pussy with my babies, tell me you want that raw dick, tell me you want that raw nutt, come on now, let me hear you FUCKING BEG FOR THAT DICK!” Jesus I was in pig heaven. I jacked my dick hard watching the scenes play out. Clearly this was not all The Ripper as there were black guys, white guys, Hispanic, and other, but every fuck was raw, wild, nasty, and extreme for sure. In my horniness I almost missed it, but the last 30 seconds of the DVD was an audio message in a deep, masculine voice, that played against a screen of shadows with faint grunts in the background: “When you land, go to the front end of the TAXI LINE in the pickup zone, pull out your cell, call the number on the screen, and wait. You will be picked up. Then go the address below and ask for Giovanni. DO NOT go to your hotel first. Have $200 in $20 bills in your back left pocket. Make sure that gurl pussy is shaved – clean and soft – because it WILL get owned and abused. No facial hair either. You ready to get owned, used, and abused by The Ripper? You ready for some dirty dick and bug chasing you mutt pussy? You ready for what I got in store?” In the silence that followed only one word kept coming to mind – YES!!

The Package Thief Delivers: Fuck I love the internet. These days you can get almost anything delivered right to your door, but lately my neighborhood – like many parts of DC – have seen a spike in packages being stolen. The folks stealing have no shame and will walk right up on a front porch in broad daylight, scope the package out, heft it, shake it, and then casually walk away with the package tucked under their arm. While the police catch the occasional perpetrator, not enough is being done so it is up to us – the consumer – to come up with a plan and I had a great one. I shop once or twice a week from one of the big, online vendors and made a point of getting to know and making friends with the guy who contracts for them to do the deliveries in my neighborhood. An extra $20 here and there to show my appreciation and he was willing to take the extra step to put my packages inside the entry way instead of leaving them on the porch so they were not visible from the street. I often work from home too so I could chat him up and soon with an offer of a drink, smoke, and a quick blowjob or some raw ass, he was more than happy to drop my packages off at the end of his route so he could spend a few minutes chilling and unwinding and releasing the day’s nutt inside me. Our little connections were always down and dirty and never moved beyond the front entry. I was happy to take it how he wanted - skip the chit-chat, have his drink and smokes ready on the side table and my ass ready to get plowed when he walked in the door. He never called first because he wanted no trace on his phone of anything, and if I was not there waiting when he arrived, I missed out on the dick and he would take his shit to go. Some days it was all of 5 minutes in and out, but he always left my ass throbbing, dripping, and my mind racing to think what I could order next to get him back through. I had seen the delivery guy just the day before, but they sent me the wrong item, so I boxed it back up, printed out the return label, and had set the box in the entryway for him to pick back up. It was getting close to the time of day when he usually shows up so I set his drink and smokes out, a couple hand towels and a wet wash cloth, the lube, and walked back to the bedroom to get the poppers and put on my slut shorts. I had just grabbed the poppers and heard a THUMP and figured he was early and had just come in, so I skipped putting on my shorts and ran back down the hall as quick as I could with just a t-shirt on. I came around the living room wall and stopped short as they man standing in entryway examining the box was not the delivery guy, but someone else. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!” I yelled as I lunged forward, dropping the bottle of poppers onto the wood floor and grabbed for the box. The thief was quicker. He swung the box to his side and as my hands hit nothing but air I fought to get my footing and tumbled to the floor. The thief laughed, set the box against the front door behind him, picked up the can of beer sitting on the side table, popped it open and took several swigs. I got to my knees, frantically looking around for something to use to protect myself, but before I had a chance to move the thief bent forward, grabbed a handful of my hair, yanked my head back a bit and said, “Ease up. Now where did those poppers go, oh right – hand those to me – wait open it first, OK – SNNIIFFF – FUCK I LOVE JUNGLE JUICE!” He handed the open bottle to me, let go of my hair and said, “Open your mouth. Suck my dick.” OK, this was like no robbery I had ever heard of and as soon as he said the words ‘suck my dick’ my own dick sprang to full attention. What the hell. I sniffed the poppers, set the bottle in his open and waiting hands, and as he stuck them under his nose I straightened up a little. His dick did not look all that impressive to start with, but he was uncut, and he had pulled his balls out through his fly too so they made his dick curve out a bit. Once my lips wrapped around his uncut meat the blood started pumping and his dick grew, and grew, and grew some more and was quickly straining his fly as well as my mouth. The thief hit the poppers again then said, “Yeah I’m a fucking grower not a shower. I’m that Magnum filler and headboard killer. Here, hold the bottle, I want to hit the back of your throat good, leave you fucking hoarse while you give me that neck.” I managed to pull my head away and turn to the side and hit the poppers before he clamped his hands on both sides of my head and guided me back onto his throbbing stick. The thief wasted no time now driving his dick balls deep down my throat, making me gag, gasp, and tears fill my eyes and I was fucking loving it! I was clinging to his pant legs like a baby Koala on his mother’s back when he let go of my head, stepped back, spit into his hand and said, “Stand up. Let me see your ass. Is it juicy?” I stood, bent forward leaning against the hall side table and glanced into the mirror as the thief spit on his meat and jacked it with his right hand while probing at my ass with his left. “OH FUCK YEAH, THAT ASS IS NICE AND JUICY, GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP WITH MY COCK SNOT,” and without even a “Do you want to get fucked?” or talk about safe sex, the thief pushed forward, forcing his thick dick into me raw. I flinched but tried to relax and push back while gripping the wood edges of the table. In the mirror, the thief’s eyes gleamed with mischief and evil intent as he raised his arms up over his head like he was fucking Rocky having won another match before plunging forward and making me gasp in shock and awe as his dick spread me open. I closed my eyes, breathed deep, and relaxed my hole some more to let him in. This was not my first time at the rodeo and if he wanted to fuck a juicy raw ass, I would give it to him. A few strokes later I started to bounce back, to ride his raw cock, to show him how good my ass could feel. “THAT’S IT!” he exclaimed, “RIDE THAT FUCKING DICK, OH SHIT NOT YET – COME ON NOW – EASE UP IT – EASE THE FUCK – JESUS GOD DAMN CHRIST I SAID EASE UP OH HELL – YOU WANT THAT NUTT HUH, FUCK YEAH – TAKE THIS NUTT UP THAT JUICY ASS, FUCKING JUICY ASS, SLOSH THAT SH…..OH….GRRR…UGHHH…GRRR….FUCKKKKKK!!!!” I smiled at myself in the mirror as I bounced back and then worked my hips side to side. Who was the fucking thief now? I just stole that nutt, pulled the shit right out of his balls. That would be a fuck he would remember. God damn what was I thinking? This dude broke into my fucking house!! As reality set back in and my mind took over thinking from my ass, I pulled away, scooted to the side, and suddenly felt disgusted and pissed. The thief shook his head to clear the cobwebs of a great orgasm, manhandled his still semi-hard dick back through his zipper into his pants, zipped up, then bent down and grabbed the package that started this whole escapade and said as he walked out the door, “Just what I fucking needed. File your claim on this. Lost in transit or some shit. I’ll be back next time you need a return handled – or maybe sooner.” Lost in thought it took me a moment to realize someone was coming back up the steps and as a shadow started to cover the window in the front door I had a mix of emotions of panic that the thief was coming back, yet hoping that he was as I wanted to get fucked again. I stood up straight and was prepared to tell him he had to work for my ass this time if he wanted it when the door opened and the delivery driver stepped into the foyer. He looked me up and down, my hard dick and ‘just-fucked-silly’ look on my face clear giveaways of what had just occurred. The driver chuckled, started to undo his pants as he walked towards me and said, “You’re always running your mouth about how you want more dick, for me to pimp you out, to gang fuck you and shit. Well guess you are a real slut after all and not just all talk.” As I turned around and backed up on his steel hard dick it started to dawn on me, did he fucking set me up? Did he know the package thief? Was I played? For the moment, that didn’t matter as my hole got spread ad filled by the delivery driver’s dick and soon I would get his load too.

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Several guys have asked me to repost the Dr. Mike - Biohazard or Healer - main story from 2012 along with the various related and side stories. As I just wrapped up the story My Name is Mikey, the story arc is complete and all the links are below. Enjoy! Dr. Mike – Biohazard and Healer https://breeding.zone/topic/10939-dr-mike-%E2%80%93-biohazard-and-healer-%E2%80%93-part-1-%E2%80%93-the-first-office-visit My Name is Mikey (Dr Mike’s back story) https://breeding.zone/topic/33452-my-name-is-mikey-20-%E2%80%93-happy-18th-you%E2%80%99re-a-man-now/ Charles – Horse Dick Leather Lord and Master and Dr Mike’s Lieutenant https://breeding.zone/topic/11410-charles-%E2%80%93-horse-dick-leather-lord-and-master-and-dr-mike%E2%80%99s-lieutenant-part-1/ The Soldiers – Supporting our Troops the Dr. Mike Way https://breeding.zone/topic/12476-the-soldiers-%E2%80%93supporting-our-troops-the-dr-mike-way Carl – the Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero https://breeding.zone/topic/11164-carl-%E2%80%93-the-homeless-dick-gangbang-in-the-library-and-matt-the-war-hero/ Joseph – Dr. Mike’s Patient I Stealth Pozzed and Earned my BIOHAZRD Status https://breeding.zone/topic/12248-joseph-%E2%80%93-dr-mike%E2%80%99s-patient-i-stealth-pozzed-and-earned-my-biohzard-status-and-tat The Homeless Guys from the Video Store – Fucked Up, Dicked Down, Pimped Out https://breeding.zone/topic/12893-the-homeless-guys-from-the-video-store-%E2%80%93fucked-up-dicked-down-pimped-out/ Franklin Square Park Crew – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me High, Fucks me Higher https://breeding.zone/topic/13555-franklin-square-park-crew-part1-warren-the-drug-dealer-gets-me-high-fucks-me-higher/ Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles – the Final Chapters https://breeding.zone/topic/12719-dr-mike-–-the-sire-chronicles-the-final-chapters Uncle Jack Attacks: The Kidnap – A Sire Chronicles Story https://breeding.zone/topic/14279-uncle-jack-attacks-chapter-1-%E2%80%93-the-kidnap The Breeder’s Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story https://breeding.zone/topic/14592-the-breeders-market-%E2%80%93-the-tours-and-training-begin-a-sire-chronicles-story