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Breeders Market - Day 6: Double brother dick down - the STALLION TWINS – As his unbelievable, 14-inch black dick slid into my ass I remembered a line I read someplace that said, “Having a thirst so mighty it cast a shadow.” That was me, a thirsty, shadow covered, bareback cum slut who had taken so much raw dick and cum since I had been visiting my BREEDERS MARKET in Southeast Washington, DC. My drug and dick induced haze was pierced by the voice of the man now getting ready to use me, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” My breath caught in my throat, my guts cramped, I let out a long sigh as the sweat trickled into my eyes and dripped onto the leather covered fuck bench I was laying on knowing I was going to take the biggest dick I had ever seen. Friday had started out with Lionel fucking me, and the more he was inside me the more I knew I cared about him, wanted him, needed him, not just now but forever – and his tat said it all - SOULJA LOVER. But all of those feelings were soon pushed to the back as he had taken me to be gang fucked in the Ring-of-Death and the last man to bareback me and nutt in me using all that infected cum for lube was a tall basketball player type guy with a 12-inch dick who had written the word ‘Mine’ on my back before he left. Lionel had then led me back to his apartment, pulling me close to him with his blinged out collar around my neck, and the chain around his fist. The two, armed guards who escorted us through the secret passages in COVENANT kept talking about what a slut I had been and how good my cummy ass had felt. Lionel agreed, and as we waited for the elevator he pressed me against the wall, his breathe rich and foul from his smoke while his mouth covered mine and he kissed me long and hard and said, “You my slut, remember that, and you did Daddy so proud. Time to get ready for another round, and I have something new to show you that will be unveiled when we open for business tonight.” Back in Lionel’s apartment he had me hit a blunt, my high kicked back up and it made my ass feel so hot. I knew the only thing to put out that fire was raw dick. Lionel refused all attempts to let me at his dick, or to shower, and after a quick inspection of my ass to make sure I was not dirty – just nasty from cum – he let me toss on a t-shirt, jeans, snapped the collar back on me and led me to a section of COVENANT’s warehouse complex I had not been in before. “The STOCKYARD and our private rooms where the Mares get fucked and used are basically for those tops who wants some raw ass. While we get some secondary infections of the tops here, it does not provide any options for those bottoms looking for raw dick and a deep dick breeding,” Lionel was explaining as we walked. “DC is fucking full of bottoms, many of them with cash to spend, so tonight we premiere a new service, the STALLION RANCH. Think of the RANCH as a high-end gloryhole/bookstore. The bottoms pay to enter, they are greeted by our concierge staff who will explain the rules to them and then they are escorted to our lounge where they can drink, select from the party favor tray, or get right down to business by selecting the STALLION they want.” Wow, I always loved taking anonymous dick at the bookstore, but part of the appeal for me was how seedy it was and Lionel seemed to read my mind as he said, “The RANCH has several options, including a maze area that is rough, dirty, dark, and perfect for those bottoms looking for something just a little nasty. If they see a STALLION dick they like sticking through a hole, they can suck it or ride it, whatever they want and move on. But for those who prefer something a little more special, I have designed a series of high-end gloryhole rooms for them, and that is what I want to show you now.” We passed through a large metal door that had the outline of the head of a horse on it, painted in white with bright red eyes that if one looked closer enough you could see were really biohazard symbols. Once on the other side we were greeted by the concierge staff who were shirtless, dressed in white pants like the Stable Masters, but were of varying heights and sizes. Lionel then showed me the lounge, and sitting around a couple of tables were several naked men drinking and smoking, some of whom I recognized from my gang-fuck earlier. Lionel motioned to them, and they all stood up for inspection as he said, “These are some of our STALLIONS. They have all been charged, infected, and converted with shots of your blood, and I have pulled the biggest dicked, nastiest mother-fuckas that the DC/Baltimore area has to offer, and even a few from New York City to Atlanta. You got a little taste of what some of them have and as you will notice, like our MARES, the STALLIONS are all branded with the biohazard brand and an additional mark noting whose stable they belong too. But instead of just one brand, they have two, one between their belly button and their dick and another on their right bicep. More importantly, none of them have less than 9-inches, most are bigger, and all have been trained in how to prep a bottom’s ass to get it ripe for their infected cum, ripe and bloody I should say.” At that a few of them began rubbing their dicks. “We do have a couple smaller dicked guys on hand if needed, but our goal is make those bottoms hungry for bigger dick that will really rough them up. Come on, let me show you the gloryhole rooms I mentioned.” I smiled at the STALLIONS as we passed by and made a mental note I wanted to feel a couple of them again for sure. We passed through a leather covered swinging door and into a dimly lit hall with a series of doors on either side, and a concierge staffer indicated the second door on our right, which was open. I noticed each door had a single light above it, most were green, one was red, so I asked what that meant and Lionel said, “If the light is green the room is unoccupied, and also note all of these rooms are sound proofed so no one can hear any of the fun going on once the door is closed.” Made sense. We entered a small foyer. Right in front of us was another open door and on the wall at both ends of the foyer was a video screen playing porn and between the second door and the end walls there were gloryhole openings. We entered the inner room, which contained one of the fuck benches on the left in front of one gloryhole, a bar set up with various liquor and drugs, a large video screen playing more porn, and two large leather chairs. “This,” Lionel said, “Is for those bottoms who want a little more privacy and gives them all the options they could want. Once they pick their STALLION – or they can have our staff just choose one and it can be anonymous – the bottom can come in here, get fucked through that gloryhole while he is on the bench, or he can kneel at that one and suck dick or bend over and get fucked. Or he can invite the STALLION in the room to use him and take advantage of any of the toys, chains, collars, and other items we have. And for those couples where the partner wants to watch his bottom get used, we have some relaxing chairs for him to sit and watch the show. So what do you think?” I sat in one of the leather chairs, looking around, letting my mind imagine all of the fun one could have in that room as Lionel set out a series of his blunts, lit one, and said, “Hit this slut. I want to put you through your paces, you ready to please your Daddy dick again?” I anxiously inhaled the harsh smoke and got slammed as a thousand little needles pierced my brain and the world spun a bit. Lionel laughed, “Yeah, I should have warned you, this is a new and improved mix because I have a special gift for you tonight. Now smoke up and come suck on this dick.” Lionel unlatched the chain from my collar, I quickly stripped, sat down on the warm leather chair, grabbed the blunt, and hit it again. “Bend over slut, I want that booty fucked right, so let me rub some of this good Richmond crystal up in there.” Lionel dipped his finger in the powder covering a glass tray and roughly forced two fingers up my hole and coated my guts with crystal. The mix of the crystal and the smoke was intense and I felt like I could barely stand and suddenly Lionel’s voice seemed 100 miles away. Lionel then pointed to the gloryhole on the left where there was a nice thick, white dick sticking through. “Swallow that dick for Daddy, show me you can suck a good juicy one.” There was a padded leather pillow, which I slid against the wall and knelt in front of the gloryhole and started to suck the dick sticking through. The hole was elongated and seemed designed to accommodate someone real tall, or shorter, and was wide enough so that when the top pressed against the wall, I could suck him almost to the base without hitting the wall. The edges of the hole had a soft, rubber gasket around it, so no risk of splinters or anything else and I soon became lost in trying to choke down the dick that was offered and was rewarded with a mouth full of hot, steamy cum. I licked my lips, stood up, and saw Lionel was in one of the chairs, naked, stroking his dick and biting his lip like he always did when he was watching me get used. I went back over to Lionel, took the blunt he handed me and hit it twice, the smoke stinging my eyes, my lungs tightening, the spinning in my head speeding up like a bullet train. I opened my eyes to see Lionel with a big shit eating grin on his face as he said, “Look who has come back for another round, our buddy Gabe.” I turned and almost dropped the blunt as I recognized the 12-inch dicked top who was the last one to rape fuck me earlier. Gabe was standing there with no shirt on, long basketball shorts, smoking a joint, smiling, and rubbing the huge bulge now tenting his shorts. Lionel said, “Show him,” so Gabe put the joint between his lips as the smoke curled round his face making him squint a little as with both hands he slid his shorts down, freeing his giant horse dick. My eyes immediately focused on something else, the red, raw, and pulsing biohazard brand just below his belly button. Lionel laughed, “Our boy here wanted to be a STALLION, but I had to be sure he had what it took, so earlier was his – let’s say – his tryout and since he passed with flying colors, I immediately had my guys mark him. I set the blunt down, stumbled over, knelt in front of his swaying black dick and reached out to rub my fingers across his fresh brand. ‘WHAT THE FUCK!” Gabe yelled as he slapped me across the face, “That shit hurts.” I started to apologize as he grabbed my arm, yanked me up, tossed me over the fuck bench and tried pushing his big dick back up into my ass. My hole was dry and clenched from the crystal so Lionel suggested, “Lick that hole, use your spit man, then I want to see you rape it again if you still got it in you.” Gabe pushed me back down on the bench, roughly spread my cheeks, and started spitting into my hole like a man on a mission. I tried to rise up to ask for the blunt, but Gabe dropped his weight on me to hold me down, put his head down by my left ear, and whispered so only I could hear, “MINE.” As I remembered he had written that on my back, Gabe’ dick pierced my hole, I struggled and tried to get up, but he grabbed both wrists, held my arms out forward and pushed his dick further in. I screamed, “UUUGHHHH NOOOOO,” as Gabe started giving me long, deep strokes of raw dick, tearing my ass that was still pretty dry, and continuing to push in a little further with every motion of his hips. Lionel was yelling now, “That’s it slut, fight him, try to get him off, I need to know I got a Stallion on deck that ain’t afraid to rape those bottoms that change their minds about the infected breeding they came here for. Gabe says he’s my man for that, but I’m not sure I believe him. Are you that man Gabe? You the man to make those bottom sluts bleed for that dick you swinging? You the man to put the beat down on them? Drug them if need be? Bruise them up if need be? Do ANYTHING to infect their pink holes? I’m not convinced Gabe, not convinced at all, you got to show me something better.” Gabe was grunting and groaning and moaning in agreement until Lionel said that, he then stopped, yanked his dick out of my ass making me scream, and as I slid off the fuck bench I was overcome with the realization my high was wearing down and this boy may be more than I wanted. CLINK – the sound of the chain snapping into my collar made me look up at Gabe, who was standing over me, staring with eyes so fucking intense as his upper lip curled slightly in a sadistic smile. He then yanked on the chain, pulling me off the floor as I begged to be able to hit the blunt, but all I got in reply was Lionel telling Gabe to show him he was the rapist he needed. Gabe dragged me to the end of the fuck bench, pushed me up on it so my face was inches from the other gloryhole and I heard a CLINK as Gabe attached the chain for my collar to an eyehook set in the wall. Gabe then stepped away, came back, I felt him wrap leather cuffs around my right hand, he then twisted my arm behind my back, cuffed my left hand, and CLINK, connected them together with an metal eye hook. I laid my head to the side to try to see him as he bent down, cuffed and anchored my left ankle to the fuck bench, then went to the other side and cuffed and anchored my right. Gabe then used the controls on the fuck bench to adjust the height a little bit before taking both hands and driving his nails deep into the flesh of my hips before pulling me back towards the end of the bench, the chain at my neck twanging as it snapped taught. I was totally trussed up, tied down, and my ass was all his. Gabe gently ran his big hands up and down my spine making me shiver. He then traced a path down each leg, up my sides, around my arms, and then leaned back over me and whispered again, “MINE.” Lionel was frantic now with sexual need, “OH MY FUCKING GOD NICCA – that’s the shit I’m talking about. Now what are you going to do? Huh? Come on man, show me how you are going to breed those pink holes.” Gabe stepped up to the taunts, nestled his big dick head at my hole, dug his nails into me even deeper and SLAMMED HIS DICK UP MY ASS! My screams seemed so soft, I was not sure I had even made a noise, or maybe it was the white hot pain, the soundproofing, or the drugs, or fuck who knew. My neck snapped back and forth, but the collar and chain to the wall held me tight. Gabe’ nails dug deeper into the flesh of my hips as his 12-inch dick raped me raw, intent on breeding me, fucking me harder, deeper, and deeper, and then it clicked. My whole body seemed to give up, my ass opened and relaxed, and I was overcome with the most intense need and desire and I murmured, “Fuck me, please fuck me, push all the infected cum deeper in me, please fuck me, give me that stallion dick!” Gabe and Lionel were talking shit now in stereo, but it was Gabe I heard mostly, “Fuck yeah! That’s right! Breeding that pink hole, getting paid to rape this shit like I want, fuck yeah! You lucky your man here or I would beat the shit out of you too for fighting me, but that’s alright, next time, but right now, fuck yeah! You like that man dick? You like what I got for you? You like it hard like that? Yeah you do, fuck yeah! Let me pull it out and slam it back in – HOLY SHIT! Feel that? Feel me pull it out and slam it back in? Feel that? Got sent to the pen for raping pussy, but here – fuck – you’all some freaks – paying me to rape pink hole! I can’t find no one who can take me like I want, but you can can’t you slut? You can take me? MAKE YOU TAKE ME! UGHH…UGHHH… no I got a long way to go yet now snap that neck back around and pay attention, you got a big dick to suck on now too, so open that fucking slut mouth and suck it!” Gabe was right, there was another dick now pushing its way through the gloryhole, and it kept coming, and coming, and coming – God damn! That black snake was long as shit, and I opened my mouth and twisted my head around until I was able to work the head into my mouth, which is hard to do with no hands I found, all the while Gabe was bang fucking me. The new dick throbbed, pulsed, and twitched in my mouth and tasted like shit – literally – and the guy on the other side of the wall was insistent as he kept trying to push his dick down my throat, but it was too fucking big and with my neck chained like it was I just could not swallow it. He let me suck for a little bit, then the new dick retreated. Gabe was still talking shit and rough fucking when the door opened and I turned my neck to see a tall, super skinny guy standing there watching Gabe fuck my ass. The new guy stood in the doorway a second, and I noticed he was not branded, then I noticed he had a tattoo of a chain that started on his right thigh and the links wound their way up, around his waist, bunched up, then travelled up across his chest and over his shoulder and then back around his neck. He closed the door and then left my line of vision and I focused back on Gabe who was now close. “TAKE THIS DICK YOU SLUT, GETTING THAT HOLE RAPED REAL GOOD, TAKE IT NOW, TAKE IT, YOU CONNA MAKE ME NUTT….OH FUCK YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT…MAKE ME NUTT….OF FUCK….. UGGGHHHH…” Gabe was so deep and I could feel spurt after spurt of his cum explode inside me as he collapsed on top of me. Cum and ass juice were streaming down the fuck bench as Gabe pulled out, sighing, then I heard him say, “SHIT – my brand split open from banging so hard. Guess what slut, now you got my blood and brand puss all over that ass too, as well as my nutt.” Gabe then leaned down and whispered, “Thanks slut, I have not been able to fuck a hole like I wanted in a long time and this time was even better than earlier. I will see you again.” As soon as Gabe stepped out the door Lionel’s dick was in my ass, “FUCK you make Daddy proud. Love feeling that hole when its been used and tore up, so swollen and puffy, and nasty, shit watching him do you like that, awwww baby here I cum, take it, feel Daddy nutt in that bruised hole.” Lionel yanked his dripping dick out of my shredded ass, unchained me from the fuck bench, rubbed my neck, wrists, and ankles for me to help the circulation flowing before introducing me to our new guest. “This is Remy. You’ve been knotted, gang fucked, and more, but he…Remy here brings a little something extra. See Gabe and Remy are brothers, their mother was Catholic and named them after two of the archangels, Gabriel and Remiel, oh if she could see her boys now! Anyways, I could charge premo rates for a true brother tag-team Stallion fuck, but Remy says he’s straight, and he’s got this wicked heroin habit to feed. See all those track marks on his arms? He’s also negative, with the papers to prove it believe it or not, but I’m offering Remy more money than he has ever dreamed up, so this is his test to see if he can get it up and provide the kind of service I want from him and if you can do what you do. Remy has done time for rape too, just like his brother, must be a fucking genetic thing or just a curse for those freaks with monster dicks, I don’t know, so I am offering him protection and a place to get out those urges. I have agreed to leave you two alone to have some fun, you both know what I expect out of each of you.” The door closed, Remy was sitting in one of the chairs, his dick only half hard now as I walked to the other chair, sat down, cringing as pain shot from my ass, grabbed a blunt and lit it up. The pain quickly subsided as the drugs kicked in and for extra benefit I coated a finger and stood up and worked it up my loose hole as Remy watched in silence. He then reached down and took a black leather bag off the floor, set out his supplies. “Turn the fuck away,” he snarled. I shifted in my chair, hit the blunt, as I assumed he was hitting his heroin. The crackling and popping of my blunt was the only sound in the room for a few moments, and the orange and yellow glow seemed to echo off the walls as the smoke escaping my lips rose in the air like smoke signals of Native Americans- the story now was “Breed and Infect”. I turned and tipped the ash off the blunt, as I saw Remy take the needle he had just shot up with and poke his dick up and down the shaft. Little rivulets of blood seeped out, joined together, formed tiny little streams which he used as his right hand slid up and down his shaft, jacking – pumping more blood into his engorged veins, increasing the little streams to rivers- then he was ready, his dick coated in warm blood and still seeping. Remy sat up bolt right and said, “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but no matter what, I am going to fuck you.” I laughed, shaking my head and thinking, man, you have no idea, as I stood up, hit the blunt some more, blew the smoke his way as I walked to the fuck bench. I laid on my back, lifted my legs up exposing my hole and said, “Come on man, your bother lubed it up, let’s see if you can fuck as good as he can and make me tap out.” Remy told me to spread my hole, and I felt a sharp pang as he started poking my ass with his bloody needle, in and out - in and out, just enough to make me bleed and to ensure my virus was free to pillage and plunder and seep into his shaft’s open wounds. Remy then turned the video screen off, walked over and hit the light switch, and then was soon touching my body to get his bearings. He pulled me forward on the bench until my ass was hanging a bit in the air, he leaned down over me as his hands wrapped themselves around my collar and my hands felt the sinewy tendons and collapsed veins in his arms. Remy’s dick was dripping as it nudged towards my hole, getting its bearings in the dark, and seemed to know when he had arrived. The pressure on my neck increased and Remy said, “You ready to get that hole ground up like hamburger?” Stay tuned for Day 7 – Going Cold Turkey

The faint, green glow of the lights on my alarm clock said it was 4:10 a.m., and I was wide awake. I lay there a moment, instinctively reaching down and rubbing my hard dick, and then reaching further to finger the wet spot in my briefs where some of the two loads of cum I had taken last night had leaked out of my hole while I slept. Nothing better than going to bed fully loaded, with an aching hole after a deep, rough breeding. My thoughts of the night before were interrupted by the sounds of raised voices on the street. I rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled the blinds back to see what was going on. In front of the building right across the street I could see a woman in a black short skirt, black top, high heels, and bleached out hair slumped against the wall of the building while shaking her head. I slid the window back and could hear more clearly the man’s voice as he was standing near the street, then walking back towards her, then back to the street, his arms flailing about in anger as he yelled at her for some unknown reason. He was a tall, handsome looking black man in a tan button down shirt, tan dress pants, and after a minute of yelling at her, he walked back to the street, lit a cigarette, and seemed to ignore her. Being curious, and now fully awake, I kept watching this little scene and after a couple of minutes I saw the man step into the street and wave at someone. A car soon pulled into view, the man walked up to the passenger side window, bent down and spoke to whoever was in the car, stood back up and motioned for the woman to come over, but she just kept her head down and seemed to slide down the wall a bit further. The man’s voice now got louder, and more demanding, and as he stepped away from the car towards the woman, the car drove off. So, either it was their ride and they didn’t want to wait or it was something else, and being curious I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, my sneakers, grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. I got out on the corner and the man was still there and at first I did not see the woman, but then while waiting for the light to change, saw she was now sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the building wall, her head hanging down further. The light changed, I crossed the street, and as I did another car slowed down and then stopped. I walked slowly and watched as before as the guy walked up to the car, spoke to the driver, motioned towards the woman, exchanged a few more words, then the car drove off. As the man walked back to the sidewalk I could clearly hear him now, “Fucking bitch. You work when I tell you to work. You hear me? You don’t say no! You ain’t made shit tonight, SHIT!” My suspicions were confirmed, she was a working girl and he was trying to find her a John, so maybe I should walk a different way. Just as I was deciding to go a different direction, the man saw me, and yelled out, “Man, my man, come here, hey my man, got a light?” I stopped, now unsure if I should respond or just keep going like I didn’t hear him, but I decided what the hell, so I started to walk towards him. “Hey my man, what’s going on with you?” he said as he got close. Now that I was on street level I could see he was tall, about 6 foot 2, maybe 210, maybe in his 40’s, but still young looking and handsome for sure. “Sorry, I don’t have a light,” I said as I stopped in front of him. His bloodshot eyes focused on me, he blew a stream of cigarette smoke my way as he said, “ Fuck what? A light? Oh yeah, a light, right man, no worries, no worries. I umm…” The man now paused, looked around, glanced at the woman who’s head was now resting on her chest, shook his head and said, “Well, it is what it is I guess. You ain’t a cop or nothing man are you? No? Cool, cool. I mean, you know man, I got my girl out here, just trying to make us a little something. Our car broke down, so we got to find some way to get home, so you know man, if you up for a little something, she’s good for it. Whatever you want man, just tell me what you working with.” The man dropped his cigarette butt onto the sidewalk, put it out with his shoe, looked around again, pulled his pack out, lit another, and waited for me to reply. I could not help but stare at him, he was sexy as fuck, and I was still totally horned so I figured what the hell and replied, “I understand, and thanks for the offer, but – and no offense – but I’m not really into her. I’m…I’m...” The man tilted his head a little, his blood shot eyes squinting a little as he looked at me, he nodded and rubbed his crotch as he said, “OK man, OK, Come on, let’s get twisted.” We then walked back towards his girl, my heart racing as images of being beat up for coming onto this straight guy raced through my mind, but my dick was pushing against my jeans and my ass was aching, so I kept following him. He bent down and said something to the woman, lifted her chin, and I could see her eyes were closed – she had passed out. He let her chin drop back onto her chest, shook his head, turned and said, “Dumb bitch can’t handle shit! She always over does it. Come on.” Before we had gotten 5-feet, this large blue and white pickup slowed down, honked, and the guy I was with clearly knew them as he walked over. The passenger window rolled down and I saw a younger guy in the passenger seat and the guy I was with leaned in the open window and spoke with the driver, turning once to motion back at me. I felt nervous and unsure what to do and thought maybe I should just go home now, but just then the truck took off, the guy came back, and we walked to the end of the building then turned right into a dead-end t-bone alley that ran between the building, a fast food joint, and a church. I followed him to the left in the alley and he stepped between two of the trash dumpsters behind the fast food joint, put his cigarette between his teeth, unzipped his pants, fished out a long black dick, and nodded. I got on my knees, too late realizing the alley seemed to be covered in a mix of grease, dirt, and who knew what else, but right then I did not care. He leaned back against the wall as I pulled his foreskin back, inhaled his funk and aroma, and just as I was ready to start sucking him he put his hand on my head and said, “Not until I see that green.” Huh? Oh fuck. I stood up, reached into my pocket and pulled out what cash I had in my jeans and counted it out, $63. I held my hand out, he took the cash, his dick bouncing a little as it had gotten harder, and he said, “It’s a little light man, that’s all you got? OK, let’s go, but hang on a minute. I need to hit some shit.” The man reached into his pants pocket, brought out a glass pipe, fished a baggy out, put some rock in the pipe, and leaned against the wall as he heated the end of the glass pipe, and inhaled the thick, white smoke from the rock. His body shook violently for about 5-seconds, he then let out a big sigh, took another long hit, closed his eyes, and I got on my knees as he leaned back against the wall and let me ease the head of his dick into my mouth. His dick skin felt rough, and he had a totally cheesy head, which I slurped right up and loved it. I probably should have been afraid of being caught, but sucking some straight dude in an alley who was smoking a crack pipe with cum still up my ass – fuck this was awesome! As his dick grew larger and I worked down the shaft, I realized that what I thought was just rough skin had turned into bumps and rough patches and what I thought was just sweat funk, smelled like old meet that had been left out on the counter too long. I paused, pulled back, turned his dick a little with my hand trying to see if I was imagining it, and could not really see anything as it was too dark. I looked up, took a chance and said, “I love taking infected, nasty dick.” He just let out an evil little laugh and pushed my head back onto his dick, which seemed to have grown even more, and was now a good 10-inches, broad and thick, and heavy as shit. I assumed he would want to nutt quick and bounce, so I was deep throating him, gagging and choking and sucking fast and furious to pull out his load when he placed his hand back on my head, pushed me back a little and said, “Ease up man. You got a good mouth. Let me enjoy those lips.” I did as he asked and took my time savoring his big black dick, letting him work my throat open so he could go a little deeper with each thrust. After sucking his infected dick for a few minutes more, my knees were getting sore, so I pulled off, stood up and said, “I just need a minute.” He didn’t say anything, just stayed as he was and took another long hit on his pipe again and when he did, the glow from his lighter showed he had a little smirk on his face. I was about ready to get back on my knees when he said, “You like that dick? You like how it tastes? How it bangs your throat?” “Yeah,” I said, “I like that it’s big, nasty, am sure it has made my throat bleed a little in the back, and bet it would feel great ripping my ass up, leaving its mark inside coating my guts.” “And my cock is dripping and ready to rip that ass right now,” a deep voice said from behind me. What the fuck? I about pissed myself as I literally jumped and turned around to find another black guy standing in the alley, watching us. He was bigger than the first guy, about 6 foot 5, linebacker build like a football player, heavy and thick, with a full close-cut beard that was a little longer on his chin. Our guest stepped into the space between the two dumpsters, seeming to fill my only way to freedom as he then put his huge hand on my chest and pushed me backwards until my back hit the brick wall and said, “Where you going little rabbit?” He continued to hold me against the wall as I stammered, “I..uhhh…..was just…you know…I….” The big man holding me laughed as he reached up and lightly slapped my face with his other hand, “Damn Marvin, you’re white whores are never very bright are they? That’s all right, cause their mouths should be full and busy and not able to talk anyways, ain’t that right?” He let go of my chest, reached into his pants, and pulled out a pipe similar to Marvin’s, but bigger. “You ever smoke rock? No? You know what rock is? It’s crack. Me and my boy been smoking all night and my cock’s been hard as shit so I decided we should find Marvin and get us some nice white whore to slob this knob and help me settle my monster down. But since his main girl is knocked out, looks like any whore will do, and Marvin here says you’re looking to get your pussy fucked. Well, my old monster right here can do the job and I don’t care if it’s girl pussy or boi pussy, my monster just needs a hot one to cum in.” I just stood there in a bit of shock as Marvin hit his pipe, watched him close his eyes as the high washed over him, and our guest said, “Open your mouth, now when Marvin here is ready, he’s going to pass his smoke to you and when he does you breath it in deep and hold it, got that?” I nodded and the seconds seemed like minutes and then as Marvin leaned forward, our guest took his mammoth hands and grabbed my head while I opened my mouth and closed my eyes and waited. I felt Marvin’s mouth cover mine and then a weird tickling, warm sensation as he exhaled his smoke into me. “Breathe it in now, deep and hold it like I said,” the guy repeated. The smoke did not seem that bad, but there was a lot of it and after Marvin moved his mouth away I did cough and choke a little, making them both laugh. Marvin was the first to speak as I wiped the tears out of my eyes, “Jay, come on man, I told you he was a newbie. You know I only provide you whore’s I know can take what you are going to dish out – fuck your monster scares them – but this one, I just don’t know.” “I like em fresh sometimes too,” Jay replied, “Especially when they got cock-hungry pink holes that need to be ripped and ridden and a few hits of our rock and this whore will be bucking broncos like a pro. Now here, watch how I hit my pipe, then I will hold it so you can hit it too, and you will keep taking both our smoke as well. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” I nodded, opened my mouth like a baby bird for Jay to feed me his smoke, and this time seemed to feel a little rush either from the smoke, or just being scared. After Jay pulled away and I exhaled, I said, “Won’t we get caught back here? What if someone walks down here?” Jay laughed, shook his head and said, “Naw, not gonna happen. I parked my truck up front and my boy is watching, he won’t let anyone down this way, besides, this time of night the only folks out are whores and those looking for em,” which made Marvin lose half his smoke as he started laughing and shaking his head vigorously in agrgeement. Jay then handed me the pipe, guided me through my hit as he lit the bowl, telling me how to roll the stem, breath it in deep, hold it, then he said, “Now get on your knees, smoke out Marvin’s dick, get that shit hard.” Marvin let out a big, “HHMMMMM,” almost a purr, as I blew the smoke out around his dick. FUCK – THAT SMOKE BURNED MY LUNGS as I felt the high hit me like a fist, so fucking intense and amazing. When I finished I stood back up, hit Jay’s pipe again and this time he had his dick out, so I knelt and gave him the same treatment and as I did so I noticed his dick was slimy and coated and crusted in a smelly and sticky goo. His dick was longer, about 12-inches, and thick as my wrist, and I knew there was no way in hell I could take that, but since I figured I was going to suck them off soon I focused on the next hit. I suddenly could not get enough and asked for more, loving how the crack was making me feel and I felt so fucking horny I could barely stand it. This time as I finished smoking Marvin’s dick, Jay reached down and yanked my t-shirt up and over my head then said, “Get those pants off, let’s see what you working with.” I hesitated, but the look on Jay’s face in the dim glow of his lighter as he took a hit, showed me the man was serious, so I took my jeans off, hung them on the back corer of the dumpster, and put my sneakers back on. I then bent over and started slobbing on the head of Jay’s monster dick, while I turned and offered Marvin my hole. This time his, “HHMMMMM,” was deeper and louder and he drove two fingers up into my ass. I jumped forward a little stuffing my throat with Jay’s dick, but Marvin pulled me back with his left hand, while his right hand continued to explore my ass. His nails were sharp and out of reflex I tried to pull away again, but he held me tight as he said “HHMMMMM.” With no way to run, all I could do was take it like the cum whore I wanted to be as he clawed at my ass, mixing last night’s cum in with my ass juices and some fresh blood where his nails had tore up my guts. I sighed as he pulled his fingers out, and felt the blunt head of his dick at my hole. “You ready to be my whore?” Marvin asked, “Ready to take this dick? Ready to be a good whore?” I started to beg and plead for his dick when he said, “Shhh, don’t talk, I don’t want to hear you talk, now shut up.” So now when he started again, “You ready to be my whore?” Ready to take this dick?” all I did was say, “Hmmmm.” Even with my hole pretty wet, it still hurt like hell when he pushed through my ass ring and he gave me no time to get used to it. He grabbed my hips harder, pushed his dick in one long thrust balls deep, pulled all the way back out, and thrust back in. I should say “balls and zipper deep” as he still had his pants on, but had pulled his balls out too, so when he thrust all the way in his balls were smashed up under my hole, and his pant’s zipper rubbed against my upper ass cheeks. Marvin said, “Yeah you’re a whore, damn, got that deep deep hole, just like a whore should, just like a whore who needs this big nasty dick, needs that big nasty nutt, needs that deep deep infecting that pussy, making a NASTY hole, NASTY, NASTY.” Jay said, “Alright, let me open that throat up.” Leaving his dick inside me, Marvin turned me a little so I came face-to-face to with Jay’s monster dick. The sharp pain from Marvin’s first thrusts into my ass were a distant memory as my hole felt hot, the crack making my whole body want him as deep as he could go, so I angled my hips up and out to give him as much access to my ass as I could. I couldn’t hold back any more and begged, “Please infect me, please make my hole nasty, please breed me, please make me your whore.” Jay grabbed the sides of my head and said, “He said shut up, now open that throat so I can see if that mouth can be trained to take this monster right! That’s it, now use that tongue to lick my head, work it in my piss slit, there you go, scoop out my gonno juice, like how that tastes? That’s right, clean my crusty dick with those lips, now open that throat wide so I can bust that neck!” While Jay started slamming my mouth with his infected monster, Marvin took his right hand and made me arch my back while he braced himself against the dumpster with his left hand as he now angled his dick into my ass. He was stretching me deep and wide, his balls slapped my ass hard, and his zipper scraped the skin off my upper cheeks. I felt like I was going to pass out as the high from the crack had me flying and Jay’s dick was blocking all air in my throat. Jay had angled my neck with his hands just enough so that his dick slid past my gag reflex and my neck and throat muscles strained, convulsed, spasmed as Jay held his dick in my throat. Hearing me gag and choke sent Marvin over the edge, “Come on whore, show me you want it, show me you want it, show me you….OH SHIT…OH…SHIT….FUCKIN WHORE!” On his last thrust he slammed it as hard and deep as he could and held it there, his whole body shaking as he unloaded into my ass, giving me his infected cum. He then yanked his dick out in one quick pull, making my guts cramp right up and I grunted and groaned as that pain was worse than him entering me. At the same time Jay yanked his dick out of my mouth and while I gasped for air, he pushed me down on onto my knees and Marvin stuck his dick in my mouth so I could suck him clean. Still sounding like a fish on the deck of a boat, I was gasping as Marvin pushed me away, took two steps back, a big breath, and teased me with his glistening dick. I was shaking now, and a bit disoriented as I reached back and touched my tender ass and my fingers came away covered in cum, tinged with pink and red. Jay smiled as he filled his pipe, took several hits, then handed it to me, “Hit it hard, that’s right, don’t that shit feel good? Get’s that pussy hungry don’t it? Got my monster hungry too, look at that – BRICK! Here hit it some more, good, now for the main event, hand me your t-shirt. I was a little confused, but I grabbed my t-shirt off the corner of the dumpster and handed it to Jay. He spun me around, and to my shock pulled the t-shirt around my face, forcing a chunk of it in my mouth like a gag as he tied it tight at the back of my head. Jay then used both hands to turn me to the side so I was wedged into the corner between the trash dumpster and the brick wall of the fast food joint. I placed one hand on the wall, the other on a metal bar on the end of the dumpster, and pushed my ass back to meet his beefy fingers, which he shoved in my hole hard and deep. “Damn, looks like Marvin got that hole nice and wet for my monster, now little rabbit, time to get whore fucked? You ready?” Nothing could have prepared me for Jay’s 12-inch monster. While his head felt a little smaller than Marvin’s, once it was in my hole it seemed to expand and grow like a K9 knot, or the plow on the front of a snow truck. I tried to pull away, the high from the crack seeming to have vanished as Jay tried to force his dick up my ass. I squirmed, wiggled, lifted one leg to try to dislodge him, but all that did was open my hole a little more and Jay pushed on. “Fuck that pussy is tight!” Jay said, “You know how they always say this is going to hurt me more than it is you, well they fucking lied – you got about half my monster inside that hole, so push that pussy out cause here comes the rest.” My screams were lost in the t-shirt stuffed in my mouth, and I understood why now he had tied the t-shirt around my head. I reached up to try to pull the t-shirt off, but Jay’s huge right hand snatched mine, squeezed hard and twisted and yanked my arm behind my back. It felt like he dislocated my shoulder and broke my hand at the same time. Jay was now using my right arm as leverage as he raped my ass and my head was banging against the trash dumpster and the brick wall as he fucked me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Jay’s voice grew loud and intense, echoing off the trash dumpsters as he let go of my arm, “Pull yourself up on the corner of the dumpster like you doing a chin-up, come on, that’s it – FUCKING CHRIST – that opens that hole, don’t worry, I got you, you won’t fall, let me up in there, – FUCKING CHRIST – let me up in there. GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING WHORE. Open that pussy for me, come on now bounce on it! Ride that monster cock! Ride that cock! Bounce on it you white trash piece of shit, just like that – YES – just like that – fucking worthless whore, gonna make my monster spit. That what you want, make my monster spit? Spit up inside you? Breed that hungry pussy? You fucking white trash whore, want this big gonno infected dick? You like the green cream? You like taking that drippy dick? Fuck yeah, bounce on that dick – bounce on that dick – fucking…..oh fuck….GONNA GIVE YOU CUM WHORE, GONNA SHOOT IT, GONNA SHOOT….FUCK…SHIT……” As Jay slammed all 12-inches in he drove my whole body into the corner of the dumpster and I didn’t have time to react as my face smashed into the edge and I felt hot blood gush from my nose. I immediately let go of my handhold, but Jay had me impaled on his monster black dick, and was still bouncing me up and down like some ride at the carnival. I managed to brace myself with my left hand and with my right, tried to put pressure on my nose to stop the bleeding. Jay finally eased me to the ground and said, “Take your time, I’m fucking up in there, ease off it, go slow, that’s it, I know, I know, I got deep, but fucking-eh!” Still trying to staunch the bleeding in my nose, I slid off Jay’s dick and felt a hot rush of fuck juice run down my thighs and my gaping hole pulse as he finally pulled all the way out. I turned around, Jay flicked on his lighter, “HOLY FUCK, what happened? Here, here, let me do this,” as he untied the t-shirt, “Just lean your head back a little, don’t worry, give it a second.” I looked to the left and Marvin was just standing there, pipe in one hand, smoke trail around his face, his eyes half closed, his left hand stroking his hard dick. I pulled the t-shirt away from my face as Jay offered me his pipe, “Here, hit this, fuck whore! That shit was freaky as shit! Damn – you got some ass for sure. Big phat ass for a white boy, just right for fucking.” While I hit the pipe, Jay walked over, said a few words to Marvin, who stuffed his still hard dick back into his pants and walked away. I then took my t-shirt and rubbed my ass and thighs, and it came away dark and wet. Jay laughed, “Don’t worry, that ain’t nothing. Just the mark of a good whore fuck! Get your pants on and let’s go.” I quickly found my pants, slid my sneakers off, got my pants on, put my sneakers back on and was getting ready to pull my wet, blood stained t-shirt over my head when Jay stopped me, “Fuck no, want folks to think you been shot or shit? Just come on.” I followed Jay’s hulking shadow out of our dumpster hideout and down the alley. As we turned the corner I saw his trucked parked at the end and a tall guy leaning against the hood, the glow from a lighter showing he was smoking too. When we got close Jay said, “Hey boy, look what I found,” and motioned towards me. It was a lot brighter now with the lights from the street lamps casting a hazy glow our way and I imagined I looked quite the mess. The guy set his still smoking pipe down on the hood of the truck and walked closer to me, he reached out and turned my head from side to side, “Shit Jay, what’d you do?” Jay laughed and said, “Our tea party got a little out of hand, what the fuck you think I did?” The younger guy was about as tall as Jay but not quite as thick and he let go of my face and roughy turned me around and shoved his hand down the back of pants, brought it out, and said, “Fuck yeah! You got your nutt and bred him good. Was he a good pussy Jay? Damn I need to get up there.” Before I could protest I was shuffled forward and grunted as my body was pushed against the truck and a nice dick that felt about 10-inches slid right up my shredded hole. “HOLY SHIT THIS IS SLOPPY WET!” he exclaimed. We were only about 15 feet from the street and while still early the occasional car was driving by so I was anxiously eyeing the street and could not enjoy the raw dick up my ass. Jay laughed, “God damn, trust, I know that shit is good, now crawl the fuck off.” The young buck in my hole grunted, swore under his breath, but did as Jay asked. I pulled my pants back up, looked at Jay who had opened the driver’s side door to his truck and as he tilted his head the confusion about what he wanted was clear on my face even in the dim light of the street lamps. “Get the fuck in!” Jay ordered, “Sit in the middle, you’re coming home with us. I’m not done with you whore. I paid Marvin for a full night so you ain’t even begun to pay up yet, so come on now, I ain’t got time to waste. My monster is awake and is he hungry!” As the truck backed out of the alley, I craned my neck to see my building while Jay and his friend pressed me between their bodies. I was not sure where we were going and what was going to happen, but as Jay’s friend handed me a pipe my ass twitched and I knew as long as I was being whore fucked again, I didn’t care.

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On way back from grabbing the morning paper this guy was walking towards me with a windbreaker on and hood up, he had a beard, flecked with a little gray, I said hi, he stopped and said "You're not the cops are you?" I realized why when his breath smelled like had been smoking 420 for days. I said no, like to fuck? Came up to my apartment, he took his shirt off and did not unbuckle his pants, just pulled them down over his hips. His dick was average, so I sucked it, he got hard real quick, I bent over, he stuck it in and fucked for about 30 seconds while watching the straight porn I had on, he then said, "Suck it suck it!" I flipped back around and his dick was dripping super thick and white cum, so I gobbled him up and got a huge load, felt like he had not cummed in days, very tasty too. He wiped off and left.

His swagger is what first caught my eye as I wound my way through the lines of people waiting on the sidewalk to get into one of the restaurants just down the street. I was on my way to the little convenience store for the Sunday paper and some Gatorade, irritated at the crowds, and just before I reached the store I saw him coming from the opposite direction. I stopped, eyed him through my sunglasses, admired his rugged face, bald head, solid thick frame, and of course his swagger. He walked with a masculine power that seemed to make the crowds part like the Sea for Moses, with a slight back and forth motion not from being bowlegged or something, but just an ease of grace and assurance that some men have, but most don’t. People cursed at me as I stood there, drawn to his approach, and then I chickened out, turned and started into the entrance of the store just as he passed and the smell tickled my senses. The smell of a blunt rolled with spice, with sweet smoke leaving a trail in his wake as he continued on down the sidewalk towards the corner where my apartment building is. I quickly bought what I needed, hurried down the sidewalk and was able to get close to him right at the corner. He was in no hurry wherever he was going, and I noticed then too he had a big tall boy can of beer in his other hand as he casually hit his blunt, letting the smoke ease out of his lips as he swaggered on. The man had some balls, smoking his blunt on a crowded street, although I bet most of the folks he passed had no idea what he was really smoking. I walked a little faster as I stalked him, still unsure if I should approach and was almost abreast with him when several young girls came up the sidewalk, he veered left and stopped under a tree, set his can on the sidewalk, and I got a glimpse of a large bulge in his pants as he adjusted himself. I continued walking, turned right at the traffic circle, and sat down on the large set of stone steps that leads up into a church. About 30 seconds later he swaggered into view, and just as he got almost in front of me I said, “Hey man, how’s it going?” He stopped, squinted a little in the sun as he looked my way, the smoke from his blunt creating a small fog around his head, eased over to the stairs and took a seat to my right, setting his tall boy can between us, the empty can echoing off the stone steps. He exhaled a large cloud of smoke, held his blunt out towards me with a nod of his head, as I took it and rolled it slightly between my fingers to line it up where his lips had pressed the end slightly together while he said in a deep, baritone voice, “Just on my hustle man, just on my hustle. Fuck this heat! Got the lady at home bitching, out here got the heat and shit be slow, you know?” I could only nod as I held the smoke deep in my lungs then I handed the blunt back to him. I closed my eyes and felt the rush of the spice flow over me and suddenly time almost stopped, the sun seemed warmer, the sound of the cars driving past us louder and I could almost pick out the sound of each car, one from the other. I opened my eyes and he was staring at me, smiled, and said, “Good shit huh? While most folks smoke that Scooby Snax and shit, I got me a real connect, and plan to hit this shit all day. Want it again?” I could only shake my head as the world was spinning a bit and then it happened – my ass felt super hot and was overwhelmed with the need to get fucked. Spice always does that to me, and makes me braver. “I don’t have any tall boys at my place, but do have a lot of cold beer, some other drink, and sounded like yours was empty if you up for letting me repay the favor?” I said. He smiled, held out his hand, “Russell,” he said as his gripped my hand hard as he shook it and instead of immediately letting it go, he continued shaking it as he pulled me a little towards him and said in a low voice, “I don’t mind sharing my shit with you, but I need to make me a little cash, so you think you can help a brother out?” I nodded, the spice helping as I said, “Yeah, I can, but depends what you up for and what you got.” Russell released my hand, leaned back against the stairs, placing his elbows up high on the step near his head, the blunt still between his lips as he stretched out his legs and turned his head slightly as my gaze fell on the growing bulge in his denim pants and he said, “So what YOU got?” FUCK! As cars where fighting to get through the circle, and the Sunday brunch crown continued on their way to and fro from the local feeding troughs, here this man was laying it all out there for the whole fucking world. “You live close by or what? Show me some cash” Russell said as he sat back up and handed me the blunt again, which was barely more now than a stub. I finished the blunt off, put it out on the stone steps, scooted a little bit away as I dug around in my pocket and pulled out a couple crumpled $20s and a few smaller bills. “And you have beer and shit too?” Russell asked. I nodded yes as another rush of spice high came over me, Russell snatched the cash out of my hands, stuffed in his pocket, stood up, and while grabbing a handful of his dick through his pants said, “Well come on. Let’s get busy.” I stumbled a little getting up, Russell laughed, and I led him back up the block to my apartment. Once inside Russell asked for a beer in a glass with ice, a new lighter, and soon I was hitting a big new blunt and feeling high as fuck and quickly pulled my shorts off and started jacking on my dick as I looked at Russell, who was still fully dressed. “I’m a freak, but I don’t touch dick, suck dick, none of that shit, you understand? But if you willing to be my girl, I will fuck the shit out of you!” Russell said and continued, “Got anything you can put on? Or we at least need to put the lights out.” I replied, “Yeah, I have some red panties I can wear,” and with Russell nodding in eager agreement I went to the night stand, pulled out the lube, poppers, and panties, put them on, and went back to the living room where Russell now had his pants off, and just his white t-shirt on, and his thick, long dick looked to be about 10 inches and steel hard. Russell grabbed my shirt off the chair, “Here, tie this over your face, lie on your back with your legs up and finger that pussy through those panties. Put a show on for me.” I did as Russell ordered and after a few minutes he said, “Sit up, here, hit this shit again, no don’t take the shirt off, I’ll put it up for you.” I took a couple long drags and held the smoke deep, laid back on the floor and then felt Russell kneeling on the floor. His big rough hands pushed my legs back and up and he grabbed both ankles with his right hand as his left fingered a hole into the lace and then ripped at the red panties I was wearing. As they hung off my hips in tatters, Russell pushed my legs back and spit on my ass, his juice feeling cold against my hot spiced up body. “Got that pussy needing to be fucked, don’t you? Just craving this big black dick aren’t you? Hmmmmm, bet that hole is tight, but I’m gonna open it right up.” I grunted as Russell adjusted his position and I soon felt him blowing his smoke out against my hole, “HMMMM, fucking smoked pig, ready for some BBC.” With one hand he lined the head of his dick up to my hole then paused, “Oh yeah, my old lady won’t take me raw, but you will PIG!” As Russell slammed up my ass, I skidded back some on the carpet, cried out in pain and surprise, then ecstasy as his big black dick dug deep up my ass and opened me up. Russell was nasty, rough, and a vicious fuck and it was not long before I was trying to push him away and off me, while he chanted, “Good pussy right there, hmmmm, good pig pussy, you fucking white sluts cant get enough black dick can you? No! Well take it! Take it! Take this dick baby girl, TAKE MY INFECTED DICK, LET ME BREED THAT PUSSY BABY, LET ME IN THAT PUSSY, GIVE ME THAT PUSSY, THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT,….TAKE MY DICK, TAKE MY DICK….GONNA INFECT YO……UGHHHHHHHH!!” The hand touching my face brought me back as Russell said, “Get up you pussy slut, hit this shit. I ain’t done. I got a lot more smoke left to use up today and my dick needs to be drained. Let me infect that pussy ass some more you fucking pig! If you think AIDs is all you got to worry about now you nasty slut, think again. But guess what? Too fucking late now. My old lady won’t let me cum in her no more, so now you’re my girl, NOW GO FUCKING GET ON THAT BED AND PULL THOSE LEGS BACK LIKE THERE’S BALLOONS ON THOSE FUCKING ANKLES. THAT’S IT PUSSY GIRL, GOOD WHITE PIG. READY TO GET INFECTED SOME MORE?” I did as ordered like a robot obeying a command from a keyboard, but as I lifted my legs I asked with a quiver of fear in my voice, “What did you give me?” All I heard was that baritone laugh as Russell found his swagger deep up in my pig ass. *Story inspired by a guy I did see this morning and stalked down block and story follows what happened all the way up to me sitting on the church steps, but I chickened out and never said hi. The rest is based on a regular ‘straight’ top fuck bud who luvs fucking me raw.*

glad you enjoyed - this one is technically fiction, but based on two garbage men and their truck I do see almost every day and we wave, say hi, and the the driver always has a cigar lit and they both just look like rough dirty sex - LOL - the rest is based on a guy I knew in Texas who drove his big old beat up truck through the neighborhood and would haul away trash, or old furniture or anything no one wanted. He stopped and introduced himself the day I moved into my house, told me about his services/schedule, handed me a stained business card, and asked for some water. I had some porn magazines laying on the table that he picked up, flipped through and asked, "You like this shit?" I blushed, stammered, said yeah, he set the mag down and told me to suck his dick. He then stopped by every week when he came through the neighborhood and fed me a load but the deal was I had to have stuff for him to take, trash or something. After a few months he fucked me for the first time, just dropped his garbage stained pants, had me bend over, and fucked me raw and shot in me. Nice thick, about 8 and uncut, always sweaty and ripe. I tried to get him to come by some other time, but he always said no, so I took what I could get.

Garbage Man Pick Up – Little Sweet and Sour: “FUCK, FUCK, GOD DAMN IT!” The deep, masculine voice echoed around the street corner. It was 5:30 a.m., the streets were empty except for me as I had just left my apartment to get to the office early for another long day, and whoever it was sounded pretty pissed off. I rounded the corner and saw a man in a neon-green vest and work pants with neon stripes kneeling on the sidewalk trying to pick up the contents of a big box of Middleton’s Black & Mild Cigars that had scattered like a childhood game of Pick-Up-Sticks. “FUCK, FUCK, GOD DAMN IT! FUCK, FUCK, GOD DAMN IT!” the man continued to exclaim as he reached around, trying to gather his cigars up and shove them back into the box, which had broken apart so just as many fell back out as stayed in. As I approached I said, “Hi, here let me help,” and knelt down as he looked at me, nodded, set the remains of the box down, picked a cigar up off the sidewalk, lit it, inhaled deep, exhaled blowing the smoke my way, and let out a big sigh. He just watched and toked on his cigar as I scurried around the sidewalk and gathered up the rest for him. “I think I got them all,” I said as I held my filled hands forward. The man just nodded, exhaled his smoke my way again and I blurted, “Damn, that smells good,” as I briefly closed my eyes and in my mind pictured myself sucking on a nice big dick while the top smoked one, which is totally one of my festishes for sure. The man cleared his throat, I forced myself back to the present, he smiled and said, “I hear ya man, you want one?” I shook my head no and said, “Thanks, but I don’t smoke, I just like…..” and cut myself off. He nodded, smirked a little, “I got you. This has been one fucked up night let me tell you and dropping my stash, well that’s just the last straw on this back, you know what I mean?” While he spoke, I got a better look at his face and said, “Hey, don’t you drive the garbage truck that does the pick ups on Vermont Ave? I see you almost every morning as I’m walking to work.” “Oh yeah,” he said as he blew another cloud of smoke my way, watching as I eagerly embraced what he passed on. “I’ve seen you,” he said, “Pretty regular like clock work, you and I. Got to be in these times, jobs are hard to come by.” My mind was wandering again as I watched him tug on his cigar, my ass started to twitch, I didn’t know what to say or do. “You must live around here yeah?” he asked, “Got something I can put these in? Fucking piece of shit truck broke down on my last pick up and it will be a few hours before my runner gets back with the repair techs to fix me up. I was heading up to 7-11 to grab me a cold soda and find a nice quiet spot to sit and kill off these Blacks in the meantime.” “Yeah, sure, I….ummm….I….yeah, I live right on the corner at the next light. I’m sure I have something and hell can do you better than a soda, how about a nice cold beer?” The garbage man laughed, shook his head, stood up, “OK, let’s go, I’m up for ANYTHING that will help me chill.” Did he just smirk at me? Was that a hint? I almost dropped the cigars I had just picked up, but managed to keep it together, shifted my backpack a little, and started walking to my place. When we got to the front door and stepped in the entryway, I turned to hand him the cigars I was carrying. He blew his smoke my way again with a big a grin on his face as I partially closed my eyes then stuck the cigar he was smoking between his teeth as he took the ones I was carrying while I opened the front door and let us into the building. Stepping into the closed elevator I was suddenly assaulted by the stench of trash that came off him, that sour, ripe smell you catch as a garbage truck rumbles by. Well that smell was embedded in him it seemed, and as we rode the elevator up, with each floor the smell became stronger and stronger. I glanced his way to see if he noticed I was making a face, he was just smirking at me with his cigar clenched between his teeth. I let him into my apartment, closed and locked the door, set my backpack down, quickly sent a text to the office saying I had a plumbing issue and would be in late, and watched as he dumped his load of cigars onto my dining room table, then plopped himself – garbage smelling clothes and all – into one of my living room chairs. “Ok, where’s that beer? What you got? Anything harder? Jim Beam? Fuck yeah, give me that too while I light up a fresh one,” the garbage man said as my apartment was soon filled with the stench of his clothes and the air filled with the smoke from his Black & Mild. I was setting his beer and a shot on the table when his phone rang, he answered, “Fuck all man, NO, I said NO, that’s messed up. I don’t give a shit, you mother fuckers needs to come fix that truck. Hell no I ain’t sitting there all god damn mother fucking day, so tell me how long – huh –yeah – yeah, noon, I got you.” The phone was slammed onto the coffee table as he sighed, leaned back in his chair, kicked his booted feet out, toked on his cigar, closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened his eyes I was standing over him with the bottle of Jim Beam and said, “Sounds like you might need this,” I said as he laughed. “Take my boots off for me,” the garbage man growled. His smile was gone, he was looking serious so I knelt by his face and almost gagged from the stench and crap caked onto his boots. As I was unlacing the first boot the garbage man took a big toke on his cigar and blew the smoke right at me and said, “I had a rough night, so you willing to do ANYTHING I say to help me chill and feel better?” “Yes..Yes Sir,” I said, suddenly shaking as I didn’t quite know where this was going. “Good cock-sucker,” he growled as he kicked me back with a booted foot, chuckled a little, hit his cigar and blew some more smoke my way, “Did I say stop? Get those boots off Big Mac. Show Big Mac how you’re going to make him feel better. I knew you were a cock-sucker the first time I saw you looking at me while I was driving my truck and you waved. I know a cock-sucker when I see one, one craves that Big Black Cock – needs that BBC – that you ain’t it? Then there you are this morning, right on time, just when my big green monster broken down, hungry cock-sucker willing to do ANYTHING for my BBC monster, ain’t that right?” My mind raced to process what he said and the change in the situation and while I guess I could have protested or told him to get out, he was right. “GET THOSE FUCKING BOOTS OFF!” he yelled at me. By reflex I said, “SHHH, please, the neighbors.” The garbage man sat forward, his eyes becoming like the slits on the head of a python about ready to strike and wrap up its prey, his right hand reached, grabbed the back of my neck as he said, “Open your mouth!” He squeezed my neck hard as I opened my mouth and he spat three large gobs of spit and cigar juice into my mouth, squeezed my neck harder and said, “Swallow it – all cock-suckers swallow – now swallow it.” I gulped and swallowed hard, my stomach churned as the tobacco riled my insides. My eyes teared a little as he squeezed my neck even tighter, his face now inches from mine, so I said, “Thank you Big Mac.” Big Mac smiled, leaned back in the chair and said, “Don’t ever tell me what to do understand? That’s your only warning, now GET THOSE FUCKING BOOTS OFF!” I did as he ordered, the garbage stench now overwhelming my senses as the tobacco spit continued to curdle my stomach, and I had all I could not to gag from the combination. I worshipfully set the garbage encrusted work boots to the sides, carefully started to pull his socks off when he stopped me, “No, leave them on, but get your face down there. Smell those feet, show Big Mac some respect!” If I thought his boots were bad, his stocking feet were 10 times worse. After a few sniffs I was gagging bad, he was laughing, but I kept trying as he continued to blow his smoke my way. A few minutes went by and I leaned back and asked, “May I grab a beer, or some poppers or something.” The garbage man looked at me, his eyes again going to little slits as he snarled, “No cock-sucker, good you asked first, but no. Now put on a movie for Big Mac, something with pussy being sloppy fucked, then get up here and get this dick out.” I popped in a Lexington Steele video, handed him the remote, and he turned up the volume so he could hear the chick being banged. I cringed as I was sure my neighbors could hear that as the walls are not that thick and this early in the morning with little sound on the streets, everything just seemed so loud, but I knew better than to say anything. I knelt beside the chair, opened the Velcro strip on his work pants that covered the zipper, slowly unzipped it, wiggled my fingers into his boxers until I snagged his slimy meat. I fumbled around trying to work his dick free when he said, “Damn– get up, sit on that stool,” as the garbage man stood up, put the cigar between his teeth and proceeded to undress. I started to undress too and had pulled my dress shirt off and dropped my pants when his hand shot out and grabbed the back of my neck again and squeezed, “Did I tell you to do that?” he said, “Did I?” I tried to shake my head no, he squeezed harder, then patted my cheek, and continued to get undressed as I sat back down. I was looking up at a long, thick, black dick as the garbage man was now standing over me, naked except for his stocking feet. He grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam and took a swig, took a big toke on his cigar, reached down and tilted my face up and blew the smoke into my face as I closed my eyes. This was followed with several gobs of spit and tobacco juice onto my face and head, followed by a slap, and an order to open my mouth, with several more gobs going mostly into my mouth before an order to swallow. Again my stomach turned and roiled, and I was willing myself not to gag when he said, “Open that mouth for Big Mac, stick that tongue out. My balls need a good washing. That’s it, lick those sweaty balls, UMMMM, nice, chew on that sack a little, you like those big sweaty balls? Like those baby-makers? Work that tongue under my balls, come on now, yeah just like that, show Daddy you willing to please cock-sucker, show Big Mac. See how that shit makes my dick grow – damn! You woke up the monster for sure, hmmmm, hmmmm, keep licking. I ain’t washed in days, you like that Big Mac funk? You like that Big Mac stink, I got some stink for you, now here, let me turn around so you can lick my ass.” Big Mac’s ass smelled worse than his boots and as a bottom ass is not my thing, at all, and I naturally recoiled from the smell and reached back around for his balls and dick. The garbage man slapped my hands away, turned and slapped my face hard as he leaned down, his eyes just black slits now with fire at the edge, “DON’T YOU FUCKING PULL AWAY FROM ME! YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!” He turned back around, I spread his cheeks a little and tentatively flicked my tongue into his smelly ass crack. The garbage man reached around with his hand and push my face into his ass as he bent over slightly and pushed his ass back. I was enveloped with stench, and stink, and dirty funk and as he pushed my head harder, I started to lick his ass eagerly. I gagged several times, and felt the bile rising in my guts, but I wanted to please him, so I grabbed onto his hips and started driving my face as deep into his ass as I could to try to find his hole and lick it clean. I knew my tongue hit his spot when he started grunting, his hand let go of my head and I could feel/hear him jacking his dick. “OH SHIT COC-SUCKER! Yeah that its, right there, make Big Mac feel good, come on now, get that tongue up in there, that’s it – FUCK – I know you like that you nasty ……. FUCK.” After a few minutes of that he pulled away, his breathing had picked up and when he turned, he spit on me several times, slapped his dick against my face and said, “See what you did? You got Big Mac’s monster all wide awake, so what are you going to do about it.” I wiped the spit from my eyes as the garbage man toked on his cigar, his big black cock twitching and drooling, so I reached out with my left hand and cupped his balls and squeezed while I lobbed a few rounds of spit onto his dick. “FUCK CHRIST – YES!!!” he said, “SLICK BIG MAC UP, SLICK IT UP!!” A few more gobs of spit, then I opened wide and took him as far down my throat as I could, while I rolled my eyes up to try to see him while he smoked. I felt a hot, sharp little pang on my shoulder and pulled off his dick to see some of his burning ash had dropped onto me and singed a hole in my t-shirt. He laughed, pushed his dick back in my mouth, grabbed the back of my head, and said, “Watch those teeth now, I want to hear you gag on Big Mac’s monster.” It was easy to obey on that order as his thick long dick filled my throat, I opened wide, my throat convulsed as he pushed past my gag reflex and my neck and stomach twisted and spasmed and all the tobacco spit he had made me swallow rushed back up and coated his dick as he pulled it out, leaving streams of gut juice hanging off my chin and shirt and the end of his dick. The garbage man’s shaft was now slimy from my throat, so I turned around, got on my hands and knees on the stool, he said, “FUCK YEAH, you ready for this shit? Tell Big Mac what you want? Let me hear you cock-sucker – tell Big Mac you want this dick digging round up in that hole. Let me see what you got for me.” He set his cigar in the ashtray, reached out with both hands and roughly yanked my t-shirt off over my head, making me fall off the stool, then he pulled my shorts down as I leaned from one knee to the other while he pulled them completely off, and I was not as naked as he was. He then spread my cheeks and started lobbing gobs of spit at my hole, then using a big thick finger to work the spit in a little. My arms where shaking from nervousness, excitement, my need to get fucked. Suddenly he stopped spitting on my hole, walked around to my face, pushed his dick against my mouth and back down my throat. “You said you were a good cock-sucker and would do anything for Big Mac, well Big Mac’s got a whole lot of cum he’s about to plant up in you, or do you want me to cover this BBC up?” He yanked his dick out of my throat as I gasped for air and walked back behind me and I started to say, “Please…I” as he roughly pushed his dick against my ass, “Where you running? Huh? Where you running to? Big Mac don’t give a fuck what you want, you’re going to get this cum deep in those guts one way or the other, now lean down and push that ass back!” The raw, big black cock pushed through my assring as the garbage man grabbed my thighs and pulled me back towards him. My whole body tensed and shook as he spit fucked me, my ass was on fire as he tore me up, making me feel every inch of that long dick, stretching me wide, and digging in deep to explore my hole. “You like that cock-sucker?” he asked as his Big Mac dick was about half way in. He spit on my back, then onto where his dick met my hole, joining us in a bond of man juice. “Time to get fucked,” the garbage man said in a voice full of menace, desire, and need, and then he shoved his dick in as far and deep as it would go in one thrust. I grimaced, cried out, as he pulled back and bottomed out again, “Yeah, that’s it, open up for Big Mac, let me hear how that shit hurts, turns me the fuck on knowing, come on now, let me hear it – AAAWWWWW - YEAAHHHH – tell Big Mac how much it hurts, tell me.” I begged, pleaded, and moaned and groaned as the garbage man barebacked me with his smelly dick. After several minutes he yanked his dick out of my ass and said, “Come on, get up on over on the bed, no lay on your side with your ass on the edge of the bed, no on your side dumb cock-sucker – that’s it – like the letter ‘L’ – time to stretch them walls out.” He lifted my left leg up and angled his dick into my ass, pushing my hole open as he sunk back in, and worked his way balls deep again. That angle hurt like hell and he loved it, but for me I was trying to run. “Deep dicking time, now stand so Big Mac can bust that hole wide open, that what you want? This big black dick busting that bitch hole up?” he asked, “That’s it, put your arms forward on the bed to steady yourself and prepare to hang on. Push that ass back, show Big Mac you will do ANYTHING to please me, ready cock-sucker, huh? I SAID ARE YOU FUCKING READY COCK-SUCKER? TELL BIG MAC WHAT YOU WANT, TELL ME!” I was breathing hard, being fucked without poppers or anything by such a big dick just made my hole clench right up, but it did feel pretty amazing, so I got into position and said, “FUCK ME WITH THAT RAW DICK – MAKE ME YOUR BAREBACK COCK-SUCKER – BUST MY HOLE - MAKE IT HURT - I WANT THAT BBC BREEDING ME DEEP – I WANT THAT CUM– PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR CUM!” The garbage man grunted as he slammed through my hole, pulled all the way out, slammed back in again and again, “That’s what you want? Big Mac using that hole just like? Just like that? Opening you up? HMMMMMM, yes, YES, let me dig up in there, let me cum up in there, you want this cum? Huh, you want this cum? TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT THIS CUM, TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT THIS CUM AT, FUCK COCK-SUCKER TELL BIG MAC WHERE YOU WANT IT, OH FUCK, HERE IT COMES, HERE COMES MY CUMM, TAKE MY CUM, TAKE MY CUM COCK-SUCKER, FUCK……. TAKE……. UGHHHHHH…… GRRRRR…… UGGGHHHHH…” Cum and ass juice was splattering on the floor now with every long dick stroke as the garbage man made sure he got as much of his load as deep my ass as he could. He slowly pulled out, his dick still almost fully hard, I stood up, got onto my back, lifted my legs and held them back, exposing my cum filled hole and begged, “Please push it back in, please push that cum in deeper.” The garbage man grunted as he pushed me back a little on the bed, slid his dick back inside me, and pushed his cum deeper and deeper with every stroke. His strokes slowed down as his dick softened and then plopped out of my ass, a trail of hot cum and more running down my butt and puddling on the sheet. He stood up, grabbed a corner of sheet, wiped his dick off, and walked over and sat down in the chair and lit up a cigar and sighed. I climbed off the bed, grabbed a fuck towel from the night stand, wiped my ass off, and went and sat on the floor beside him, resting against his legs. A cloud of fresh smoke blew my way, “Damn, you are a good cock-sucker, and Big Mac needed that. Yes I did,” he said as he patted the top of my head. The garbage man’s phone buzzed, he flipped it open, read the text, closed the phone, set it back down on the table and said, “Look at me. You better call your office. You ain’t going no where’s today. Looks like they are just going to come tow the truck, so Big Mac’s got all fucking day to chill and for his cock-sucker to make him feel better, you hear me? And you know what else that means? I now got all weekend too, so plan on using that hole up, and if you good – I mean really good and do what’s right – Big Mac may just have to call his runner and have him come on by too. What you think about that? You seen him with my truck and I bet that hole twitched for him too. You want to get tag fucked by a couple BBCs? Can you handle that cock-sucker? You ready to worship and serve and do what we say? You got a sweet hole on you and I think it needs to be taken care of right.” I could only nod and wipe my eyes of the latest gobs of spit from the garbage man as a new smell permeated the room – the smell of my sweet hole full of cum, now mixed with the sour smell of the garbage man.

DJ’s first load in my ass felt like a firehose had gone off, and one full of hot water at that. Oh the joys of being fucked by a 20-year old with a big nine-incher. Like father, like son. I had not been ‘home’, the town where I had grown-up for almost 25 years. There were too bad memories there, but the one bright spot in my life had been Danny and his family who took me in when life at my own house got too bad to take. Danny was two years my senior and, as he had five sisters, he treated me like the brother he never had. I had known Danny and his family all my life and at the age of ten started going to their house a couple of times a week, usually after school or before church meetings. Soon I was staying there on weekends also, and was spending correspondingly less and less time at my own house. By the age of 14 I was living full-time with Danny and his family. The first time I played truth-or-dare with Danny I was 10, and over the years our exploration and experimentation evolved and continued, but it was not something we ever discussed beyond those furtive minutes, late at night in the bedroom which Danny and I shared. I was just finishing up my senior year in high-school when I turned 18 and Danny returned from a short stint in jail – wrong place at the wrong time sort of thing, but it changed him. He was now Daniel, not Danny, and seemed angry and frustrated and often sneaked out to the barn to smoke and drink not caring that his parents knew and how much it hurt them. I missed our time together and, being a good church kid, I hated his drinking and smoking, even as I found I still missed Danny, and found myself trying to spend time with him. But he always told me to leave him alone – until one night. Danny’s – well Daniel’s – parents had gone out of town and it was just us in the house. Daniel had a bottle of some kind of liquor and was doing shots and offered one to me. I refused, but Daniel said, “Just like always, you being the good-fucking son, the one they really want, while I’m the bad one, right? You like that don’t you?” I was hurt, shocked, but also realized what he said was true, so took the glass, gulped the liquor, and staggered as it hit me. Shit! My Christian values fell away as what I wanted more was to be with Daniel again and at that moment was willing to do anything. A couple shots later and I was feeling no pain, but Daniel’s pain only seemed worse. I did not know how to broach the fact I wanted to suck him as he had always been the one to set those rules, but then he suddenly asked “You ever fucked someone? No, I know you haven’t. Wanna fuck me?” I didn’t know what to say as Daniel got undressed, got on his hands and knees on the bed with his ass pointed my way. My dick was rock hard so I fumbled out of my clothes, grabbed the lotion he handed me, and followed his directions on what to do. Soon I was fucking Daniel at a steady pace and while I knew my dick was not all as big as Daniel’s, it seemed to make him happy and within a couple minutes he yelled “OH SHIT – LOOK WHAT YOU DID – YOU MADE ME CUM!” Daniel immediately pulled away, grabbed the bottle, got dressed and left. He didn’t come back home that night, but the next night after we started drinking again, Daniel let me suck him off, and everything seemed okay again. I remember him saying how he just thought of some hot blonde chick on his dick when I sucked him and how much that hurt and I wanted him to just enjoy that it was me, like I did it to please him. Anyways, I swallowed several of his hot loads during the course of that summer before I left for college. Daniel also moved away, and life took us far apart. We chatted on the phone once or twice when he was visiting his parents and I happened to call, but beyond that I did not see or hear from Daniel in over 25 years. I knew from his mom he had in that time had a fling, sired a son, been in and out of trouble, and finally had moved back to our hometown where he seemed to settle down into a quiet, bachelor life. Then I received a call from Daniel's sister, notifying me Daniel’s mom had died, and asking if I could attend the funeral. I said I would and then she told me that with so many kids and grandkids coming to town space was tight, but that Daniel had room and wanted me to stay with him. My heart raced, my ass twitched, I stammered okay, hung up and made my plans. I was so nervous. So much had changed, not only had I embraced the bottom in me, the bottom who ended up poz and got fucked raw as much as I could. No one at home knew about me, and I still jacked off thinking about Daniel, but what could I do? I got on the plane, flying to the nearest airport, which was a three hour dive to my hometown. Upon arriving in the town, I found Daniel lived in a trailer, and when I knocked on the door, there was Daniel, who, although 25 years older, still looked like the same Daniel I knew so long ago. “Hey bro,” Daniel said as he grabbed me in a bear hug and pulled me inside the trailer. “How the fuck you been? Mom’s told me all about the crazy shit you be doing, your job, and places you travelled, wow, wicked stuff huh?” His big grin, those green eyes, same mop of brown hair and big bulge in his pants made me melt and become a giddy teen all over again who wanted nothing more than to please him. “Umm, yeah, been good man, you?” I managed to get out. The next few hours were spent reminiscing about growing up, and me being evasive about my personal life. It was finally time for dinner at his sister’s house with the whole family, so he drove us down in his truck and I spent the next few hours in more hell, and without a drink to be found. Once dinner ended, we drove back to Daniel’s trailer and I was wiped from the long day of travel and having to deal with all this homecoming shit. Daniel told me to get comfortable, I could have the back bedroom, and when I came out in my shorts and t-shirt, there he was with his shirt off, just a pair of Haines tighty-whities and two glasses in his hand with a big smile. “Come on bro, time to chill, OK?” he said. I nervously took the glass, sipped what seemed to be almost straight vodka, coughed, while Daniel laughed and said, “You still an uptight Christian boy? Seems like I remember a few times you didn’t mind drinking?” I blushed, almost choked, and said, “Umm, beer is more my thing.” Daniel kept filling my glass as we chatted and I was not sure if it was the vodka or me, but I could swear his dick had grown in his briefs. My mind was spinning and suddenly Daniel was standing in front of me, his dick pulled through the hole in his briefs and I heard him say, “Truth or Dare?” FUCK! I had taken some big dick, and learned long ago that what I thought was big when I was 18 was far from it, but his big uncut dick still impressed and called to me, and the large drop of precum just balanced on the tip of dick made me lick my lips. “Truth,” I said. I was so fucking scared, and while part of me craved to be with him again, I did not want folks at home to know about me. “OK,” Daniel said looking thoughtful, “How many dicks have you sucked?” What the fuck? I did not expect that and guess it was the vodka talking when I blurted, “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel laughed loud and deep, wagged his dick at me with one hand making that drop of precum fall on my knee as he asked, “OK, truth again, how many guys you let fuck you?” Well that took me aback. Daniel had never fucked me, I had just sucked him off, but again I blurted out “More than I can remember or count.” Daniel set his drink on the 1980’s brass and glass coffee table, pulled his shorts down, and said, “Bend over, this one counts.” I froze, I didn’t know what to. After what seemed like forever Daniel bent over, nibbled on my ear and said, “I know. I’ve been watching your ass slut around online in DC for years now. The internet is a wonderful thing. I may be country white trash but I know how to use the web. I also know you are POZ, but don’t worry, I’m just going to recharge you, as I have been poz since my stint in jail and fuck, probably gave it to you, now GET THE FUCK UP AND TAKE THIS DICK – I’VE BEEN WAITING TO FUCK YOU FOR TOO LONG!” In a stupor I stood up, pulled my shorts down, and soon Daniel was fucking me like I had always imagined, deep, raw, and with a hot poz load. Daniel shot several loads into me, including one in the back yard with me bent over his picnic table. I was afraid we would be caught, but he reminded me we were in the middle of fucking no where, so I needed to simply take his load. Relaxing my hole, I milked his dick, and took every drop. The night ended with me in Daniel’s bed, his dick in my ass, his last load of the night seeping into my raw hole. I woke up a few times during the night and Daniel’s dick was still nestled at my hole, hot, sticky, just waiting. At the first crack of dawn, as the morning light glistened off the dew on the windows, I pushed my ass back onto Daniel’s dick to let him know I was ready for another load. Daniel’s hard dick was soon dripping precum up my wet hole as I sat on him, riding him hard, my legs straddled over his hips, my hands on his chest for leverage. Just as we were wild and freaky I heard a noise and stopped cold. “Hey Pops, what’s up?” a voice boomed as the bedroom door banged open and I froze, staring at Daniel, or what/who Daniel was a long time ago. Daniel laughed as our intruder proceeded to casually sit on the edge of the bed with a smile that said “GOTCHA!” I rolled off Daniel’s dick onto the farthest side of the bed, wrapping the sheet around me, as Daniel yanked the sheet away and said, “Fuck man, this is DJ, don’t worry, DJ has been looking forward to your visit.” DJ? Daniel Jr.? Shit! I had never met Daniel’s son, but here he was in the flesh and the duplicate copy of his father. DJ held out his hand and said, “Please don’t get up on my account. Knowing Pops, he’s been up in your ass all night.” I shook DJ’s hand, shrunk back on, my side of the bed as Daniel grunted, and started to roll towards the side of the bed as DJ stood up and started to undress. I lifted myself up on my left arm to object when Daniel paused, leaned back towards me and said in a voice laced with eagerness while nodding toward’s his son, “I’m going to make breakfast. You’re going to need some protein after DJ here is done. Trust me, this boy puts my fucking to shame, and I have been training that dick for years. He’s bigger than me, fucks harder and longer, and cums twice as much, so does his Poppa proud.” As Daniel made his way out to the kitchen, DJ walked to the end of the bed, climbed up, pushed my legs backs, lined his big cut dick with my hole and said, “Pops has always said you were the one that got away, not no more, no, now let me in there and see what the old man has left behind!”

Booty Bump at 30,000 Feet from the Air Marshals– “Do you feel OK? You don’t look so good,” asked the stewardess - damn, fucking, perky stewardess in her little blue uniform and perfectly coiffed hair. Fucking Dutch, and at this hour of night! How can they all be so pretty and so nice? I was on board a KLM 747 flight at 30,000 feet somewhere over the Atlantic for an overnight flight. The plane was practically empty and I was able to get three seats to myself near the back where I could suffer in peace, but I had a Tina hangover to beat hell and had gotten up and stepped into the back to ask the stewardess for more water. Just six hours earlier I had been at the apartment of a local dealer with his big black 10-inch dick buried in my ass filling me with cum. Raw, rough, and nasty was his motto and he made me pay for the Tina with my ass and the Benjamins. I had not eaten in over two days, had been flying high, drinking, and had taken several raw dicks up my ass, three of which were anonymously at the dealer’s place. As we wrapped up, the dealer came in me and passed out. I pissed in his Tina-crusted toilet and stumbled home only to find a message on my phone from my boss saying I had to leave immediately to cover an important business trip to Asia for a colleague who’s wife decided to have her baby early. SHIT! I was so fucking high, had been partying non-stop, and was in no condition to do anything, but I needed my job, so quickly packed my bag, did several lines to get me going, and headed to the airport, my ass dripping with cum and my hole twitching for dick, secretly hoping TSA would want to frisk me down in a private room. “I’m fine,” I answered grumpily, “I just had a long week,” as I shakily took the water the stewardess offered and leaned against the bulkhead trying to steady my wobbly legs. What I really needed was more crystal and some beer, and more dick. I slowly paced back and forth at the back of the plane, sipping my water as the stewardesses did a final walk through picking up trash from the last beverage service. The cabin lights were down, most folks were asleep, but I was wired and horned. I had been at the back for about twenty minutes when a tall, handsome man walked into the area and instead of heading right into the bathroom, leaned against the bulkhead opposite of me, crossed his arms, and calmly said in a voice that seemed too loud, “So what are you on?” Fuck – how did he know? “Umm….nothing man, don’t know…what you are talking about,” I managed as I took another sip of water. He then took two steps, got right in front of me, casually looked around and said, “I expect an honest answer BOY. I asked you what you were on, and don’t try to lie to me again.” He then slowly pulled a black wallet out of his back pocket, flipped it open, showed me his big, gold US Federal Air Marshal badge, closed it, slid it back in his pocket, cocked his head, and waited for me to reply. Holy fuck! An Air Marshal! I instinctively tried to take a step back but was already pressed against the bulk head. I nervously looked around trying to find an escape route, then realized I was on a god damn plane, where the fuck was I going to go. I hung my head a little, looked up giving him my best puppy-dog eyes look and said, “Come on man, I’m not doing anything wrong, I just don’t feel good okay.” He reached out, patted my shoulder with big powerful hands and said, “Okay, so lets chat a bit. These long flights get pretty boring and I could use a good distraction.” I got increasingly fidgety as the Air Marshal stood way too close to me for my tastes and began to talk about jack shit. The weather, the Nationals baseball team, I don’t know. I barely focused on what he said as I was becoming so nervous and every time another passenger came back to use a bathroom or a stewardess was around I just knew – just knew they could all tell I was fucked up. “Right?” the Air Marshal asked. Fuck, what was he talking about? I just nodded and decided it was time to make my escape and tried to push my way past him. His left had shot out, grabbed my right arm, he stepped as close as possible and said, “I think I can help you out,” as he pressed his right hand against my chest. I looked down, he slowly tilted his palm to the side to show a small baggy full of white powder. My eyes got wide, I licked my lips and instinctively wiped my nose. The Marshal smiled, stepped back, opened one of the metal drawers along the back wall, pulled out a juice box, tore off the plastic encased straw, and handed it to me along with the baggy. He nodded towards the bathroom at the rear, I was shaking as I took the baggy, the straw, and looked at him warily as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. This bathroom was a little bigger than the others and while I had to piss, was too nervous. I shakily opened the baggy, took the straw, and snorted the powder up my nose. FUCK THAT BURNED! It felt like Tina, but more intense, or maybe I was just so tired, I don’t know, but a few more snorts and I was feeling much better. I stepped out of the bathroom and found the Air Marshal speaking with a stewardess in a low voice. She nodded, stepped back into the cabin, closing the curtain behind her. “I’m sorry to tell you I think you are getting sick and need to be quarantined,” he said with a smile and evil glint in his eyes. “Please step back into the bathroom.” I paused, what the hell was this? Was he busting me now? I backed into the airplane bathroom, the Air Marshal right behind me. He closed and slid the lock on the door, held out his hand, and I placed the baggy in it along with the straw. The Air Marshal opened the baggy, held it up, I tentatively took the straw and snorted a couple more times, then looked in the mirror to wipe off any white on my nostril. He then licked his finger, stuck it in the baggy, then said, “Drop your pants and bend over.” I started to protest, he glowered and said, “I only ask once.” I undid my denim shorts, dropped them to the floor, bent over the toilet and waited, my legs shaking from nervousness and the rush of powder. The Air Marshal took his left hand and pulled my cheek aside, then roughly shoved his coated finger into my hole. I pulled away as it hurt and burned, but he drove his finger as deep as he could and then worked it around, pulled it out, and repeated the process. When he pulled his finger out the second time I heard him suck it clean and as I tried to stand up he said, “Did I say to move?” I stayed bent over, the Air Marshal dropped his pants, his belt buckle banging against the plastic wall as it fell to the floor. I took a deep breath and waited and soon felt his raw dick pushing against my coated hole. The Air Marshal roughly grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back sharply as he thrust his dick into my ass. “OUCH!” I cried out as his big dick ripped into my ass. His other hand then covered my mouth as he began to pump my ass raw and saying, “I knew you were a little drug fag the moment I saw you. This is what you want isn’t it BOY? Huh? You better shut the fuck up and take this dick!” I just grunted as the Air Marshal’s raw dick opened my hole up and after a few minutes the mix of drugs and being fucked took over. I bent forward, pushed my ass back and up, and through my grunts begged him to fuck me deep. “Here it comes BOY, want this load? Want this load? UGH,” the Air Marshal grunted as he bred my ass, filling my Tina coated hole with his hot cum. He was so fucking deep up my ass that when he yanked it out my guts went with him. My muffled cry of OUCH was lost in his hand as he turned me around, I sat down on the airplane toilet seat, took his wet and slimy dick in my mouth, and licked him clean, tasting the tang of Tina and more. The Air Marshal strained to get his still semi-hard dick into his pants, buttoned up, pointed a finger at me with the instruction, “YOU – stay right there and leave this door unlocked,” before he backed out of the bathroom door. The cold plastic of the toilet seat eased the hot burning in my hole and about thirty-seconds later there was a knock at the door. Before I could grab the handle it was opened and another man stepped in. He was much older than the first and did not seemed at all surprised to find me sitting there and did not back out once he did. He calmly slid the lock on the door and said, “My colleague says you are not feeling so well and asked me to give you some of this.” In his hand was the baggy of white powder and the straw, so I shrugged, grabbed them and greedily snorted as much as I could. GOD DAMN THAT BURNED MY NOSE!!! The new guy chuckled, unbuckled his dress pants, and out slid a nice, LONG dick. He took the baggy back, pinched some powder between his fingers, sprinkled it on his dick and said, “I think you missed some.” I quickly started to lick and slurp on that big meat, loving the taste of the Tina and of his uncut dick. I don’t think he had washed in days as he had a ring of slime and crust around under his foreskin around the head that was foul, pungent, and delicious nectar for a cum pig like me! As soon as he was hard I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed him my freshly fucked hole. He wasted no time and was rougher than the first guy as he shoved his long dick in as deep and as hard as he could. As soon as his raw dick was balls deep, I moved my feet together, squeezed my hole, and pushed my ass back and said, “FUCK ME.” He didn’t say a word as he grabbed my ass and started to long dick my cum filled hole. It took him a while to shoot, but when he did, cum started to drip out of my hole onto the bathroom floor. Once his dick started to go soft, he slid it out, stuffed it into his shorts, not letting me lick him clean as I wanted much to my frustration. He buckled up his pants and said, “Come on.” I pulled my pants up and followed him out of the bathroom, wondering what would happen if anyone saw us. No one was there though, except the Air Marshal who had fucked me. He and the new guy exchanged a few words, then the new guy said, “Come on,” as he pulled the curtain to the cabin back and started walking down the aisle. I walked past the Air Marshal who grabbed my arm and said, “Grab your bag and shit, take it with you.” So I stopped at my seat, got my stuff from the overhead bin, and walked fast down the aisle to catch up with the older guy. We headed to the front of the plane and I was surprised again at how few people there seemed to be on this flight as we headed up the stairs to the top deck of the 747. Once upstairs, the old guy pointed to a seat near the back and said, “Sit.” He then walked forward and I saw him speaking to the steward, who looked back at me, then nodded, and was soon rousing the two passengers at the front of the cabin. I heard him use the words ‘medical situation’ and before I knew it, they were standing up, grabbing their stuff, and heading down the stairs with the steward in tow. As I watched them leave, I turned and the older guy was now standing over me with badge in hand, “Like you’ve been told, you are sick and need to be quarantined, so now we have some privacy. My partner and I have a pretty good idea of how to make you feel better, but you need to do exactly as we say?” I just nodded as the Air Marshal unzipped his pants, stepped in my row in front of my seat, his hands on the back of my seat, facing the stairway as his long dick was now inches from my face. I immediately put his dick in my mouth and started to suck him, then with his right hand he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it onto his dick making me gag. My eyes teared up while I tried to deep throat him, my gut gurgling and throat making small choking noises. I opened my eyes and noticed someone was standing beside us and sputtered and spit as I pulled off his dick. The Air Marshal laughed, “Don’t worry about Clinton, he’s just waiting his turn.” Clinton turned out to be the steward who escorted the passengers downstairs and he was standing there rubbing his dick through his pants like he was trying to start a fire. He was not my type at all – skinny and nelly looking, but hell, any dick was good dick. The Air Marshal scooted to the side, flipped up the arm between the seats, told me to drop my shorts, and as I did he positioned himself with his back to the airplane window, his dick pointing to the aisle. Once I had my shorts down he pushed me forward I had one knee on the seat, my face towards the aisle and Clinton, and the Air Marshal between me and the window with him angling his dick into my wet hole. I arched my back as his dick popped into my hole. The angle was awful, but then he put one knee up on the seat behind me and it was a fairly good position. Clinton now had his dick out, so I started to suck on him while the Air Marshal rough fucked my hole and bred me with another load. As soon as he was done he pulled out, scooted out into the aisle and started pulling up his pants. Clinton was standing there with a still hard dick looking like he did not know what to do. “I got the watch, use the bathroom,” the Air Marshal said so I pulled up my shorts and followed Clinton to the bathroom. His dick was not as big and he shot in my ass pretty quick, but four loads – from raw dick up my ass – was not bad. I made it back to my new seat, Clinton and the Air Marshal exchanged a few words, the Marshal came over, held out his hand with the baggy and said, “Snort up. We plan to enjoy this flight so this if for you. And for me, well these little blue pills work fucking wonders.” I spent the rest of the flight to Amsterdam getting fucked by the two Air Marshals and once more by Clinton, the steward. When we arrived in Amsterdam the Marshals escorted me off the plane first, keeping up the ‘quarantine’ rouse, and took me right on through customs and out of the airport. I ended up missing my connecting flight and the rest of my trip as the Marshals had seven days of vacation planned in Amsterdam and had booked a room at the Black Tulip Hotel. I had never heard of the place but agreed to go with them for 'only one night’. It was not until we were in the room and I saw the sling and leather bed spread that I realized what they truly might have in store for me.

Here is the correct Bug Chasing version - was making edits when 7 minute timer on here hit, so they did not show - Follow the Yellow Brick Road –There’s a Pot of Cum at the End: Damn! The cum spots were just getting worse. What the fuck had I done? Here I was hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – shit. I didn’t mean to cheat and for things to get this way, but it all just got out of control and well – shit – why wouldn’t this come out? It all started about seven months earlier. The real estate market in DC had tanked and one night at happy hour Max was telling Dana and me about all the great houses we could get dirt cheap. Just invest some cash, then flip 'em and make a killing or have the house of your dreams. Max owned a construction company and said he was having a hard time hiring enough crews to do all the work coming his way. I had known Max for years and he was ‘my friend’ as Dana liked to remind me, well more like old fuck buddy who I still spoke too. Max had a great nine inch dick, thick as a beer can, big bearish guy. Within five minutes of meeting him at the bar late one night, I was in a toilet stall, bent over, getting fucked raw by what I would later learn was a poz dick. Max liked to say that was the night I became a cum pig, and more, a piss pig too and a bug chaser. Max introduced me to things I had only read about in porn. Dana on the other hand, was totally clean cut, white collar, and while behind closed doors he could get a little kinky, we only played safe. He was neg and watersports was out of the question. Yet, I loved him, and he loved me, and when he proposed I happily replied 'yes'. Max had been very respectful of my new relationship and was a fuck-em-and-leave-em sort of guy anyway. I had buried the cum pig part of myself deep when I met Dana. We still ran into each other at happy hour now and then, and Max was always nice to Dana, and I was glad to hear his business was doing so well. After a few sales pitches from Max, and several discussions with Dana, we agreed to buy a place, fix it up, and flip it. Well I would buy the place. I made a lot more money than Dana and had some savings tucked away, but wanted to do this for us and our new life so I asked Max if he knew of some good buys. Max happily agreed to show some he thought would make good investments and so one Tuesday I took off work and rode around with Max in his big truck to several houses. The first signs of trouble to come began after we had seen a couple of run down houses. “Fuck! Damn toilet’s busted,” Max said as I turned and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dick in hand, “And I’ve got to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” I had not seen Max’s dick in over a year and immediately I got hard and started drooling. “Come on man, help me out like you used to. OK? I got to go bad!” Max pleaded. “I..I..I can’t man. You know. I’m with Dana now and…” I stammered, trying to focus on something else besides his big meat. Max sighed and said, “Look man, it’s not cheating or nothing. It’s just some piss and I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed your help here.” What he said made sense and my own hunger and need that had been buried so deep since I had been with Dana swept over me and I slowly walked over to Max, got on my knees, opened my mouth, and waited for his hot stream. Max finished, I made sure to get every drop, then he pulled out, patted my head and said, “AHHH, thanks man, just what I needed,” and walked away. Several houses later we came to what Max called, ‘the one.’ He was right, it was roomy, had a big yard for a townhouse, was semi-detached on the end of block and the next two houses were owned by some government agency and used as offices, so after 5:00 p.m., we would have no neighbors. The place also had some great architectural details and as we explored the big walk-in basement Max stopped and laughed when he showed me the old laundry room. “This,” he said with a flourish of hands, “Is quite appropriate, don’t you think?” as he winked at me and unbuckled his pants. The room was large, had an old cast iron sink on one wall, big drain in the middle of the floor, and it was perfect because the room had yellow, glazed, brick tiles on the floor and half-way up the wall. The yellow bricks were almost all intact, and the room was in great shape considering how the rest of the house was. I shook my head as I got his joke, then Max said, “Come on man, I got to go again.” I didn’t even resist and swallowed another hot stream. This time after he had finished I guess I sucked a little too much to get the last drops and Max’s dick suddenly sprang to life, and I pulled away like I was face-to-face with a spitting cobra. Max didn’t move, he just stood there, smiling, his hard dick dripping. “Come on man, you got me like this, you need to finish what you started. What’s it going to be, POZ dick and cum down your throat or up your ass?” “I’m sorry, I can’t, I didn’t mean to,” I said. Max frowned, “OK, well at least let me look at your ass while I bust one out. You know how I am. This thing will not quiet down until he shoots a load, but shit jacking off always takes me for fucking ever to shoot.” I nodded, undid my pants, stepped out of reach, turned, and bent over showing Max my ass while he talked dirty and jacked off. When he had finished, we continued the tour of the house. That first day we narrowed down the houses to two, I made arrangements to have Dana then go see them with me, and once we agreed on the house we wanted, I scheduled an appointment with Max to do a thorough inspection of the place and to come up with an estimate of the work that would be needed and costs. Max met me at the house with two of his foremen, and each of them had a Big Gulp in hand to help beat the heat. As we did the initial walk through Max and his men asked me a series of questions to get a clearer picture of what Dana and I wanted, they explained some ideas they had to best utilize the space and save the features, as well as how to upgrade all of the wiring and other systems without having to totally gut the place. When we walked into the yellow brick laundry room, Max and his foremen listened as I went on about what I was thinking, explaining how on one wall I wanted a full set of built ins for supplies etc…. They said 'sure, and okay' but when I turned back all three were standing with their dicks hanging out, waiting. “Come on man,” Max said as he waved me over. “Those fucking Big Gulps go right through you.” His two foremen were smiling, I hesitated, then the pig in me took over and I swallowed Max first. Just like last time, his dick sprang to life the minute he had finished, but I pulled off, scooted to his foreman, and drank him down, then the next. My gut was bursting full now and Max was standing there stroking, “Come on, let me see your ass,” he said. I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed them my pink hole as they took their time jacking off. At one of the foremen’s urging I even fingered my hole a bit which seemed to send the three of them over the edge almost in unison. We continued the walk through like nothing had happened and two weeks later we had closed on the house, all the contracts for the remodel were signed, and Max and his crews were all set to get to work. It was the first full day of work on the house, so during my lunch hour I left the office and drove over and found several of Max’s trucks in the driveway, but I didn’t see much activity going on at all, which just pissed me off. Once I got into the house I could hear voices near the back so I walked in and found several guys, some with yellow construction hats on, tank tops or wife beaters, all sitting around, drinking, eating, and smoking. One of the foremen I had met before was there so I asked, “Hey, where’s Max? I wanted to see what’s happening.” The foreman laughed, “This is what’s happening man, there was some shit with the permit or something. We’re just chilling for now. But hey, I think he left some plans and shit for you sign downstairs. Let me show you.” As soon as we got downstairs the foreman led me to the yellow brick laundry room, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and started stroking. “Let me see your hole again,” he said. “I haven’t shot in a few days and need to crank one out. No, come closer, let me feel your hole.” I hesitated, but backed up a little closer and with his right hand he took his middle finger and started rubbing my hole as he jacked off with his left and quickly shot a load. “Well that’s new,” Max said as I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with one of his crew. Shit! The foreman who had just jerked off pulled his pants up and left as Max walked in, closed the door, dropped his pants and said, “I’ve got a pot of coffee coursing through these veins, time to drink.” I blushed from feeling like I had been caught, kneeled, and drank Max dry and then the guy he had with him. I turned to show him my ass like before but Max laughed and said, “No way, that’s not going to work anymore. Turn around here and suck me right, suck me good like I know you can and let me watch my buddy here finger that hole. That’ll make me pop this nutt damn quick because there’s too much shit to take care of today to waste my fucking time with you teasing. You want this house done right? You do it now.” I glared at Max, he knew. He knew I couldn’t, knew I was with Dana. Knew I did not want to cheat on him. Max seemed to be able to read my mind as he laughed and said, “Its only cheating if you get caught. Come on man, suck me!” So I bent over and started sucking on Max’s big dick as his friend started rubbing his finger around my hole. God how good his dick tasted! Mix of sweat, precum, so unlike Dana’s dick that always tasted of a hint of soap. I started to moan in pleasure as I sucked on Max and his construction crew guy fingered my hole, pushing his finger in a little at a time until he was like a fucking roto-rooter trying to find a clogged drain. “Been a long time since you got bred big big poz dick hasn’t it?” Max asked. I could only moan in reply as the guy fingering my ass spit on my hole and worked a second finger in. “You were always such a cum pig, that hole just made for breeding, such a shame to let it go to waste,” Max went on. I just figured this was him talking dirty like before until I felt the blunt head of the construction guy’s dick pushing against my hole. I suddenly pulled off Max and away from the guy, my heart racing a 100 miles per hour from the need and want of what I was doing battling my guilt and commitment to Dana. Max spoke in a low and determined tone, “You want this house done right? You’ll do what I say and if not – well you always hear stories of how construction delays end up costing a fortune, and it would be a terrible shame if somehow Dana saw this.” There, in full color on the damn iphone was a shot of me sucking Max’s dick and my ass getting fingered. “You know me well enough,” Max went on, “To know I don’t make idle threats and I could give a flip fuck about what you have going on at home. I just want to have some fun, and ensure some fun for my guys too. So here’s the deal. At least every couple of days, no let’s say every other day, I want you to come by here to ‘check on the work’. Every day would work too. Fuck I’ll make you an official part of my crew. Let me see, I’ll hire you as a design consultant. That will give you a valid reason to tell whoever you need to, and you can tell them that while I am not paying you in cash for your ‘services’, I am giving you a healthy discount, along with other benefits of course.” Max laughed at his own joke then finished, “So you better take that nice suit of yours off so you don’t mess it up, and this ain’t going to take long, but its time that you get your ass bred like the good cum pig you are because my poz dick is READY!.” As what Max said all sank in, I realized my dick was straining at the thought of taking him up my ass. I didn’t say a word as I took off my dress shoes, and carefully laid my suit on the back of an old chair and finished undressing. I bent back over, took Max’s dick back in my mouth, and the construction crew guy drove two fingers up my ass, added some spit, then the first raw dick I had taken in ages started to slowly spread my ass ring as inch after inch of dick pushed into me. RAW DICK FEELS SO GOOD! I had forgotten how good it was, how much I needed it - poz or neg - and I could only moan as Max started talking dirty, urging his guy to breed me. The guy fucking me grunted and I could feel hot spurts of his load start coating my guts and could only groan some more. He and Max quickly traded places and as I sucked the guy clean, Max sighed, “OH YEAH!!! Great cummed up ass! You like that cum pig? Like taking that big raw dick? I know you do. Just keep doing what you’re doing and let me enjoy this.” Max wasted no time and within several strokes he tensed, pulled on my thighs to pull me as far back onto him as I could go, and added his big load to my ass. While his guy wanted more, Max sent him back upstairs and while I sucked Max clean he said, “I know you needed that and you liked that. Remember what I said and we’ll be good. Want another load? Some hot poz cum? I could shoot again in no time.” I practically ran back to my car – no walk of shame for me – and luckily did not run into any of the other construction guys. I barely made it back to my office before I had to use the bathroom and let all that cum out of my ass. The stall smelled like sex, which made my dick hard, and I could not stop thinking about Max’s raw dick, so I quickly jacked off, cleaned up, and when I got back to my desk had 4 messages from Dana wanting to know where I was and one from my boss who was pissed that my lunch hour had gone late. I did as Max ordered and started showing up at the house as much as I could. Between work and home with Dana, it was difficult, but Max was his same old good natured self and even put a desk with a ton of papers and shit on it down in the laundry room for me, “So you can tell yourself this ain’t what it is,” Max said, “And for anyone else, all the proof you need that you are here on business.” Each time I showed up the house, Max or the foreman and one or two of the construction guys were ready to fuck me in the yellow brick room. Max and the foreman and one other guy always started off pissing down my throat first, the rest just wanted raw ass. They all were sweaty, dirty, nasty verbal men and no one ever asked about using a condom or status before sliding their raw dick up my ass and breeding me. Most of them preferred to spit fuck or fuck using someone else’s cum for lube even though I had bought a large bottle of WET that I hid in a toolbox. The result was my ass was often sore. I was sure Dana would be able to tell I had been fucked, so our sex life at home took a decline and when we did have sex. I had to totally fake it as all I could think about was how bad it was, how I hated his condom covered dick, and just wanted to feel Max inside me - raw. Any time I started to feel guilty about cheating on Dana I just kept telling myself it was only for a few months until the house was done. Then we would be rid of Max and this would all be over. Well denial is easier said then done. In addition, the strain of my job, the new house, and my cheating on Dana, soon started to take its toll. Dana got suspicious about the time I was spending at the new house and showed up at the house by himself one day. The foreman showed him around, showed him my desk, told him he did not know when I would be back and that Dana should ask the boss. Luckily all the evidence was deep in my ass, so all Dana found was exactly what he was supposed to. Now, several months later, all I can think about is my next breeding. I love being a cum pig again and Max just laughs at how eager I am to get out of my suit and bend over for some raw dick. There is nothing romantic about it all, just man-on-man action, raw dick and ass, and bucket loads of cum up my guts. Today I had left the office in between meetings and knew I did not really have enough time, but I needed to take some cum. I raced to the house, grabbed two of the construction guys who had the biggest dicks, went down to the yellow brick room and did not even take my suit off. I just dropped my pants, hiked up my shirt, and begged, “FUCK ME! BREED ME! CUM IN ME!.” They took turns fucking me, each of them saying shit like, “You want some raw dick all the time? Want that POZ dick and cum? Too bad you can’t get it at home. You want to be able to take raw dick at home too? You want to be a cum pig for us any time of the day or night? Tell us you want raw dick all the time! Tell us you want to be our cum pig. Tell us you want us to come fuck you at home too.” Shit, with a dick up my ass I would agree to anything and told them all they wanted to hear and more and got two loads from each up my ass. I was running wicked late and had to call the office and tell them my car broke down. It was not until I was walking in the building that I noticed all the cum spots on my pants. SHIT! So here I am hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – and just as my frustration is reaching a boiling my phone started to buzz. I fished the phone out of my pocket. It was Dana texting me. He rarely texts me, so I tap on the message icon and up pops his message that includes a number of pictures. His text says, “Enjoy your fucking house and don’t bother coming back to the apartment. I’ve called your ‘friend’ Max to come pick up your shit.” I slowly scrolled through the series of pictures and they are shot after shot of me being fucked by Max and his construction guys, including a couple clearly showing my ass taking raw dick. DAMN! I set the phone on the floor, it buzzes again with another new text. I tap on the message icon and it is from Max, “See you at the house tonight pig – me and the boys are planning to seed and breed you good and will give you a bucket of POZ cum up those guts to welcome you home.”

last night 9 inch straight buddy came by, bred me while watching porn then an hour later bi-top came through - big long dick - rough fucked a load deep

No - wrote this today. So all fresh. I was on Adam, saw some ad on the right side of the page that had guys in yellow construction hats, white tanks and sunglasses and this story started to take to shape in my mind. First was going to make it chem fiction and focus on the construction crew, but then the angle with Max took over so....hope folks enjoy

Damn! The cum spots were just getting worse. What the fuck had I done? Here I was hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – shit. I didn’t mean to cheat and for things to get this way, but it all just got out of control and well – shit – why wouldn’t this come out? It all started about 7 months ago. The real estate market in DC had tanked and one night at happy hour Max was telling Dana and I about all the great houses you could get dirt cheap, invest some cash, then you could flip and make a killing or have the house of your dreams. Max owned a construction company and said he was having a hard time hiring enough crews to do all the work coming his way. I had known Max for years and he was ‘my friend’ as Dana liked to remind me, well more like old fuck buddy who I still spoke too. Max had a great 9-inch dick, thick as a beer can, big bearish guy, and within 5 minutes of meeting him at the bar late one night I was in a toilet stall, bent over, getting fucked raw but what I would later learn was a POZ dick. That was the night I became a cum pig Max liked to say, and more than that, a piss pig too and a big chaser, as Max introduced me to things I had only read about in porn. Dana on the other hand was totally clean cut, white collar, and while behind closed doors he could get a little kinky, we only played safe as he was NEG and watersports was out of the question. Yet, I loved him, and he me, and when he proposed I happily said yes. Max had been very respectful of my new relationship and was a fuck-em-and-leave-em sort of guy anyways and I had buried that part of myself deep when I met Dana. We still ran into each other at happy hour now and then, and Max was always nice to Dana, and I was glad to hear his business was doing so well. After a few sales pitches from Max, and several discussions with Dana, we agreed to buy a place, fix it up, and flip it. Well I would buy the place. I made a lot more money than Dana and had some savings tucked away, but wanted to do this for us and our new life so I asked Max if he knew of some good buys. Max happily agreed to show some he thought would make good investments and so one Tuesday I took off work and rode around with Max in his big truck to several houses. The first signs of trouble to come began after we had seen a couple of run down houses. “Fuck! Damn toilet’s busted,” Max said as I turned and saw him coming out of the bathroom, dick in hand, “And I’ve got to piss like you wouldn’t believe!” I had not seen Max’s dick in over a year and immediately I got hard and started drooling. “Come on man, help me out like you used to. OK? I got to go bad!” Max pleaded. “I..I..I can’t man. You know. I’m with Dana now and…” I stammered, trying to focus on something else besides his big meat. Max sighed and said, “Look man, it’s not cheating or nothing. It’s just some piss and I wouldn’t ask unless I really needed your help here.” What he said made sense and my own hunger and need that had been buried so deep since I had been with Dana swept over me and I slowly walked over to Max, got on my knees, opened my mouth, and waited for his hot stream. Max finished, I made sure to get every drop, then he pulled out, patted my head and said, “AHHH, thanks man, just what I needed,” and walked away. Several houses later we came to what Max called, ‘the one.’ He was right, it was roomy, had a big yard for a townhouse, was semi-detached on the end of block and the next two houses were owned by some government agency and used as offices, so after 5:00 p.m., we would have no neighbors. The place also had some great architectural details and as we explored the big walk-in basement Max stopped and laughed when he showed me the old laundry room. “This,” he said with a flourish of hands, “Is quite appropriate, don’t you think?” as he winked at me and unbuckled his pants. The room was large, had an old cast iron sink on one wall, big drain in the middle of the floor, and it was perfect because the room had yellow, glazed, brick tiles on the floor and half-way up the wall. The yellow bricks were almost all intact, and the room was in great shape considering how the rest of the house was. I shook my head as I got his joke, then Max said, “Come on man, I got to go again.” I didn’t even resist and swallowed another hot stream. This time after he had finished I guess I sucked a little too much to get the last drops and Max’s dick suddenly sprang to life, and I pulled away like I was face-to-face with a spitting cobra. Max didn’t move, he just stood there, smiling, his hard dick dripping. “Come on man, you got me like this, you need to finish what you started. What’s it going to be, POZ dick and cum down your throat or up your ass?” “I’m sorry, I can’t, I didn’t mean to,” I said. Max frowned, “OK, well at least let me look at your ass while I bust one out. You know how I am. This thing will not quiet down until he shoots a load, but shit jacking off always takes me for fucking ever to shoot.” I nodded, undid my pants, stepped out of reach, turned, and bent over showing Max my ass while he talked dirty and jacked off. When he had finished, we continued the tour of the house. That first day we narrowed down the houses to two, I made arrangements to have Dana then go see them with me, and once we agreed on the house we wanted, I scheduled an appointment with Max to do a thorough inspection of the place and to come up with an estimate of the work that would be needed and costs. Max met me at the house with two of his foremen, and each of them had a Big Gulp in hand to help beat the heat. As we did the initial walk through Max and his men asked me a series of questions to get a clearer picture of what Dana and I wanted, they explained some ideas they had to best utilize the space and save the features, as well as how to upgrade all of the wiring and other systems without having to totally gut the place. When we walked into the yellow brick laundry room, Max and his foremen listened as I went on about what I was thinking, explaining how on one wall I wanted a full set of built ins for supplies etc… They all said, sure, yeah, OK, and when I turned back there they all three were standing with their dicks hanging out, waiting. “Come on man,” Max said as he waved me over. “Those fucking Big Gulps go right through you.” His two foremen were smiling, I hesitated, then the pig in me took over and I swallowed Max first. Just like last time, his dick sprang to life the minute he had finished, but I pulled off, scooted to his foreman, and drank him down, then the next. My gut was bursting full now and Max was standing there stroking, “Come on, let me see your ass,” he said. I stood up, turned around, bent over, and showed them my pink hole as they took their time jacking off. At one of the foremen’s urging I even fingered my hole a bit which seemed to send the three of them over the edge almost in unison. We continued the walk through like nothing had happened and two weeks later we had closed on the house, all the contracts for the remodel were signed, and Max and his crews were all set to get to work. It was the first full day of work on the house, so during my lunch hour I left the office and drove over. There were several of Max’s trucks in the driveway, but I didn’t see much activity going on at all, which just pissed me off. Once I got into the house I could hear voices near the back so I walked in and found several guys, some with yellow construction hats on, tank tops or wife beaters, all sitting around, drinking, eating, and smoking. One of the foremen I had met before was there so I asked, “Hey, where’s Max. I wanted to see what’s happening.” The foreman laughed, “This is what’s happening man, there was some shit with the permit or something, we’re just chilling for now. But hey, I think he left some plans and shit for you sign downstairs. Let me show you.” As soon as we got downstairs the foreman led me to the yellow brick laundry room, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his half hard dick and started stroking. “Let me see your hole again,” he said. “I haven’t shot in a few days and need to crank one out. No, come closer, let me feel your hole.” I hesitated, but backed up a little closer and with his right hand he took his middle finger and started rubbing my hole as he jacked off with his left and quickly shot a load. “Well that’s new,” Max said as I turned and saw him standing in the doorway with one of his crew. Shit! The foreman who had just jerked off pulled his pants up and left as Max walked in, closed the door, dropped his pants and said, “I’ve got a pot of coffee coursing through these veins, time to drink.” I blushed from feeling like I had been caught, kneeled, and drank Max dry and then the guy he had with him. I turned to show him my ass like before but Max laughed and said, “No way, that’s not going to work anymore. Turn around here and suck me right, suck me good like I know you can and let me watch my buddy here finger that hole. That’ll make me pop this nutt damn quick because there’s too much shit to take care of today to waste my fucking time with you teasing. You want this house done right? You do it now.” I glared at Max, he knew. He knew I couldn’t, knew I was with Dana. Knew I did not want to cheat on him. Max seemed to be able to read my mind as he laughed and said, “Its only cheating if you get caught, come on man suck me!” So I bent over and started sucking on Max’s big dick as his friend started rubbing his finger around my hole. God how good his dick tasted! Mix of sweat, precum, so unlike Dana’s dick that always tasted of a hint of soap. I started to moan in pleasure as I sucked on Max and his construction crew guy fingered my hole, pushing his finger in a little at a time until he was like a fucking roto-rooter trying to find a clogged drain. “Been a long time since you got bred big big POZ dick hasn’t it?” Max asked. I could only moan in reply as the guy fingering my ass spit on my hole and worked a second finger in. “You were always such a cum pig, that hole just made for breeding, such a shame to let it go to waste,” Max went on. I just figured this was him talking dirty like before until I felt the blunt head of the construction guy’s dick pushing against my hole. I suddenly pulled off Max and away from the guy, my heart racing a 100 miles per hour from the need and want of what I was doing battling my guilt and commitment to Dana. Max spoke in a low and determined tone, “You want this house done right? You’ll do what I say and if not – well you always hear stories of how construction delays end up costing a fortune, and it would be a terrible shame if somehow Dana saw this.” There, in full color on the damn iphone was a shot of me sucking Max’s dick and my ass getting fingered. “You know me well enough,” Max went on, “To know I don’t make idle threats and I could give a flip fuck about what you have going on at home. I just want to have some fun, and ensure some fun for my guys too. So here’s the deal. At least every couple of days, no let’s say every other day, I want you to come by here to ‘check on the work’. Every day would work too. Fuck I’ll make you an official part of my crew. Let me see, I’ll hire you as a design consultant. That will give you a valid reason to tell whoever you need to, and you can tell them that while I am not paying you in cash for your ‘services’, I am giving you a healthy discount, along with other benefits of course.” Max laughed at his own joke then finished, “So you better take that nice suit of yours off so you don’t mess it up, and this ain’t going to take long, but its time that you get your ass bred like the good cum pig you are because my POZ dick is READY!.” As what Max said all sank in, I realized my dick was straining at the thought of taking him up my ass. I didn’t say a word as I took off my dress shoes, and carefully laid my suit on the back of an old chair and finished undressing. I bent back over, took Max’s dick back in my mouth, and the construction crew guy drove two fingers up my ass, added some spit, then the first raw dick I had taken in ages started to slowly spread my ass ring as inch after inch of dick pushed into me. RAW DICK FEELS SO GOOD! I had forgotten how good it was, how much I needed it - poz or neg - and I could only moan as Max started talking dirty, urging his guy to breed me. The guy fucking me grunted and I could feel hot spurts of his load start coating my guts and could only groan some more. He and Max quickly traded places and as I sucked the guy clean, Max sighed, “OH YEAH!!! Great cummed up ass! You like that cum pig? Like taking that big raw dick? I know you do. Just keep doing what you’re doing and let me enjoy this.” Max wasted no time and within several strokes he tensed, pulled on my thighs to pull me as far back onto him as I could go, and added his big load to my ass. While his guy wanted more, Max sent him back upstairs and while I sucked Max clean he said, “I know you needed that and you liked that. Remember what I said and we’ll be good. Want another load? Some hot POZ cum? I could shoot again in no time.” I practically ran back to my car – no walk of shame for me – and luckily did not run into any of the other construction guys. I barely made it back to my office before I had to use the bathroom and let all that cum out of my ass. The stall smelled like sex, which made my dick hard, and I could not stop thinking about Max’s raw dick, so I quickly jacked off, cleaned up, and when I got back to my desk had 4 messages from Dana wanting to know where I was and one from my boss who was pissed that my lunch hour had gone late. I did as Max ordered and started showing up at the house as much as I could. Between work and home with Dana, it was difficult, but Max was his same old good natured self and even put a desk with a ton of papers and shit on it down in the laundry room for me, “So you can tell yourself this ain’t what it is,” Max said, “And for anyone else, all the proof you need that you are here on business.” Each time I showed up the house, Max or the foreman and one or two of the construction guys were ready to fuck me in the yellow brick room. Max and the foreman and one other guy always started off pissing down my throat first, the rest just wanted raw ass. They all were sweaty, dirty, nasty verbal men and no one ever asked about using a condom or status before sliding their raw dick up my ass and breeding me. Most of them preferred to spit fuck or fuck using someone else’s cum for lube even though I had bought a large bottle of WET that I hid in a toolbox. The result was my ass was often sore and I was sure Dana would be able to tell I had been fucked, so our sex life at home took a decline and when we did have sex, I had to totally fake it as all I could think about was how bad it was, how I hated his condom covered dick, and just wanted to feel Max inside me - raw. Any time I started to feel guilty about cheating on Dana I just kept telling myself it was only for a few months until the house was done. Then we would be rid of Max and this would all be over. Well denial is easier said then done and the strain of my job, the new house, cheating on Dana, soon started to take its toll. Dana got suspicious about the time I was spending at the new house and showed up at the house by himself one day. The foreman showed him around, showed him my desk, told him he did not know when I would be back and that Dana should ask the boss. Luckily all the evidence was deep in my ass, so all Dana found was exactly what he was supposed to. Now, several months later, all I can think about is my next breeding. I love being a cum pig again and Max just laughs at how eager I am to get out of my suit and bend over for some raw dick. There is nothing romantic about it all, just man-on-man action, raw dick and ass, and bucket loads of cum up my guts. Today I had left the office in between meetings and knew I did not really have enough time, but I needed to be cummed in. I raced to the house, grabbed two of the construction guys who had the biggest dicks, went down to the yellow brick room and did not even take my suit off. I just dropped my pants, hiked up my shirt, and begged, “FUCK ME! BREED ME! CUM IN ME!.” They took turns fucking me, each of them saying shit like, “You want some raw dick all the time? Want that POZ dick and cum? Too bad you can’t get it at home. You want to be able to take raw dick at home too? You want to be a cum pig for us any time of the day or night? Tell us you want raw dick all the time! Tell us you want to be our cum pig. Tell us you want us to come fuck you at home too.” Shit, with a dick up my ass I would agree to anything and told them all they wanted to hear and more and got two loads from each up my ass. I was running wicked late and had to call the office and tell them my car broke down. It was not until I was walking in the building that I noticed all the cum spots on my pants. SHIT! So here I am hiding in the men’s room at work trying to get the cum stains off my suit pants. Spit, water, nothing was helping – and just as my frustration is reaching a boiling my phone starts to buzz. I fish the phone out of my pocket, it’s Dana texting me. He rarely texts me, so I tap on the message icon and up pops his message that includes a number of pictures. His text says, “Enjoy your fucking house and don’t bother coming back to the apartment. I’ve called your ‘friend’ Max to come pick up your shit.” I slowly scroll through the series of pictures and they are shot after shot of me being fucked by Max and his construction guys, including a couple clearly showing my ass taking raw dick. DAMN! I set the phone on the floor, it buzzes again with another new text. I tap on the message icon and it is from Max, “See you at the house tonight pig – me and the boys are planning to seed and breed you good and will give you a bucket of POZ cum up those guts to welcome you home.”

Regular fuck buddy with about 10+ came by before he went to the Pride Parade, we role played a little and I got two loads in my ass. My married buddy then showed up, abused my throat for a while balls deep then started fucking me. He kept hitting one spot that after a while made me yelp and I pulled off to make sure ass was still good - a little bloody - so I told him I should probably stop, he said no, pushed me back over and slammed it in and bred me, pulled me out, I licked him clean as he called me a nasty boy. Hope to see him tonight too.

last night had a fuck buddy over who has a huge dick and I wanted to get fucked so bad but he kept insisting I suck him 'from the back' with his dick between his legs. well I could not resist his tight hole to started to tongue him and suddenly he becomes a big bottom wiggling his ass and wanting to get fucked - UGH - well I tried but as a bottom nothing turns me off more than a top who turns and it wasn't happening, so I i shoved a finger in his ass, turned him around, gave him a wet, sloppy blow job and swallowed a HUGE load. He said, "Now I know why you run when I fuck you," guess my fingers made him sore - I hope so, I tried, but my ass was left hungry. This morning left the house about 6:15 to go get the papers from the corner store and got about 10 feet before this guy said, "Hey," - we chatted briefly and within 30 seconds he was coming back to my place - spit fucked me, gave me a big load, no questions asked and before he left asked if I would be out and around tonight - now just took a call frm my straight buddy who pimps me out saying he wants to come get a 'dirty one' and has a BBC with him, so fingers crossed

Day 6: Ring of Death – My back was sore and tender from being scratched and dug by long nails, my hole still ached even with Dr. Mike’s salve working its magic to repair the damage done. Thursday night had ended in a way I had never expected and Lionel had fucked me several more times after we got back to his apartment as he said my hole was so open and wet, and seeing me used like that brought out the big DAWG in him. Guess it was my night to be a bitch. I moaned, my body ached as I rolled to my side and saw Lionel lying there, half propped up in the bed, smoking a cigarette and a shit-ass eating grin on his face and a full on boner twitching and dripping in his lap. I shook my head in wonder how this fucker could have such a constant hard dick, and my hole immediately began to wink in need. I edged closer to Lionel’s body, inhaling the scent of him and closed my eyes as I gently took the head of his huge dick in my mouth. “Open that fucking throat!” Lionel snarled as he pushed my head down on his dick, making me gag. I angled myself a little so I could look at him while he smoked, as his dick scraped my throat and banged my neck. Lionel smiled wide, put his cigarette out, grabbed a blunt, lit it up and hit it a few times, blowing the smoke into my face. “Please!” I begged as I let his dick out of my mouth, took the blunt, felt the intense high course through me and handed it back to Lionel. Without asking permission, I stood up on the bed, grabbed the metal headboard, and while watching Lionel hit the blunt eased myself down until the head of his dick was nestled right at my dry hole. Lionel’s eyes were half closed now, he handed me the blunt again, I hit it twice more and was flying. He took it back from me and set it in the ashtray as I wiggled my hole on his dripping dick. Lionel took his hands, placed them around my hips, I looked into his eyes and begged again, “PLEASE!” Without a word, Lionel thrust his hips up as hard as he could while pushing me down to split my hole dry on his dick. Even with the high of the blunt, the pain was white hot as Lionel ripped my ass and his precum mixed with my ass juices and blood. I could not breathe as I sunk down onto his dick while Lionel continued to push in deeper. As soon as I had him all the way in, I wrapped my arms around his neck, nestled against him, and started to ride up and down. “OH YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Lionel yelled in my ear as I banged my ass up and down on his dick, needing him to go deeper and deeper. “Daddy it hurts!” I cried out, which made Lionel growl and grunt and jump up in my hole. “Tell DADDY where you want it, where you want that nutt?” Lionel demanded. I was lost in ecstasy as I rode his hard, black, long dick and could not get it to go deep enough. I wanted to keep riding like that, but as Lionel got closer, he decided otherwise and in one swift motion pushed me backwards onto my back, his dick tearing me more on its ways out. I yelped, but had no time to think as he threw my ankles back, slammed back into my ass and piston fucked me. Now it was my turn to yell, “FUCK ME – FUCK ME – FUCK ME.” Lionel’s body started to tense, his thrusts coming faster and harder and deeper and just like the time he fucked me in the Metro station, Lionel bit down hard where my neck met my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh making me scream out as he bred my hole. I kept trying to ride his dick, but Lionel pushed me off him, shook his head laughing and said, “Worthless slut for daddy dick aren’t you. Now clean that dirty dick with yo mouth.” I immediately obeyed and licked his nasty dick clean, savoring the tang of the mix from the breeding. I grabbed a towel off the night stand to wipe my ass but Lionel shook his head and said, “No, you staying dirty and nasty just like you are. I got the perfect morning wake up call for you and I want them to see your ass is red, raw, and ready.” I shrugged, got into the t-shirt and shorts Lionel tossed at me, and followed him out to the living room and watched as Lionel set up a plate for me of the Tina from Richmond. After a few lines I was horned and ready for more dick, but Lionel slapped my hand away, put his blinged out collar around my neck and led me out of the apartment. As we walked through COVENANT Lionel’s crew were all whistling at me, calling me Poochie, saying “Here girl, here bitch, I got a knot for you,” “want some of this milk bone?” and more. I guess everyone knew how last night had ended and actually blushed. Lionel just laughed and shook his head and yanked the chain harder. Four armed members of his crew led Lionel and I back to his warehouse where the boxing ring was set up and back to his private booth. The curtains were closed, so I could not see the ring, but I could here some voices. Lionel sat in his chair, lit one of his special blunts, handed it to me and said, “You’ve been a good slut for me all week, and last night, well last night you became a whore so time for something a little more. Smoke up and turn around.” I inhaled deep and held it as I felt my pants pulled down, Lionel’s hands rub my ass, he stuck a finger in my hole to make sure I was still primed, then when he pulled out I felt something cold and soft on my lower back. Lionel laughed, I walked over to one of the mirrors on the wall and as I twisted I could see he had written on my lower back in black marker, just below my biohazard tattoo the word, ‘WHORE’. I looked at him in question as he sniffed the marker, put the cap back on, grabbed my arm and led me out into the warehouse. As we walked around the corner the lights over the boxing ring illuminated a crowd of men, some with masks on, some with hoods, some with t-shirts tied around their faces, and some with nothing. There were several chairs in the ring and some guys were sitting, others standing, a bar had been set up on one side outside the ring and a few other guys were at the bar drinking. All eyes turned to us and the closer we got I could see several of them were being sucked on by some of our Mares. Lionel’s crew cleared the way and Lionel led us into the ring, walked to the middle, yanked the chain tight pulling me close to his side, and I realized there were more men than I thought. In the middle of the ring was one of the fuck benches and off to the side a big leather chair with a table with some liquor, drugs, cigarettes, all of Lionel’s vices – besides me. Lionel turned to the Mares who were still kneeling sucking what looked like pretty big dicks and yelled, “Get the fuck out – NOW!” They scrambled out of the ring like cats with their tails caught in the door, making the crowd laugh. “I brought you a gift today, and you are all here because you have a gift to give in return,” Lionel’s voice boomed to the crowd, all of whom were closing in around us now and the occasional hand was reaching out to touch me and soon someone had pulled my shorts down and Lionel did not stop them as hands continued to roam over my ass and body. “The only rules are it all goes in HIM, no pissing in his ass until I say, and his ass and mouth are the only ones to see any action in this ring! I got this hole red, raw, and ready for all you got, so game on motha-fuckas – seed and breed and INFECT!” Lionel finished his little speech, unhooked the chain from my collar, then turned and walked to the leather chair. He paused, walked back to me, held my head between his big strong hands making me gaze into his intense eyes and said, “A whore takes all dick – any dick – no matter what – and daddy has had his boys out scouring the greater DC area for this little party. I got you not only big dicks wanting a wet hole, but a fucking alphabet soup of STDs to send you home with, and the side benefit of your bloody ass passing what you got too. WELCOME TO THE RING OF DEATH!” Lionel then kissed me long and hard, filling my mouth with his spit, then he let my head go and the crowd did not move as Lionel walked back to his chair, sat down, lit up a cigarette, looked at me, and said somewhat irritated, “Oh yeah – here, leave your mark too,” as he tossed the black marker to the guy closest to me. Lionel then snarled, “Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?” Before I could move I was roughly pushed by several hands face down onto the fuck bench, I turned my head so I could see Lionel who smiled, sat back in his chair, and watched as the first dick forced its way up my hole. A big white dick was wagged in front of my face and I turned my head to see Lionel biting his lower lip like he did was he was horned and excited and in full voyeur mode. The guy’s hands were really hairy and his crotch hair was thick, bushy and ran half way down his dick. YUCK! I hated a hairy dick, but opened my mouth and quickly closed it as I looked closer at his dick. The guy was uncut and the head of his dick was super red and angry looking, and the shaft was pocked with little bumps and sores. I stuck out my tongue for a taste, but the guy just stuffed his cock as far in as he could and started fucking. No style, but I did my best to work with what I had and soon tasted his thick, funky load. As soon as he pulled out, the guy who had been fucking me was waiting, his dick coated in a mix of his and Lionel’s cum and more, so I licked him clean as another dick pushed its way up my ass. Someone handed me a bottle of poppers, but before I could get a good whiff they were snatched out of my hands by the next top who’s dick was waiting for me to suck him. This dick was thick like a beer can and crusty and dripping and I couldn’t wait to taste it. I had taken several dicks up my ass and four loads down my throat and swallowed what felt like two gallons of piss. The guy who mounted me next was really rough and his dick was the biggest yet. I yelped and tried to adjust the angle but he just pummeled me hard trying to hit my third hole. He yelled like the conquering hero as he came up my ass, his dick jumping back and forth inside me. I was so focused on sucking the top in front of me that at first I did not realize what was happening, but then as my insides cramped and got warm, I realized the fucker was pissing up my ass. I started to push back, but he put his full weight on my, so I turned my head, spit the dick out of my mouth and yelled, “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Lionel was immediately in front of me and his crew were there as well, pulling the guy off me, making me cry out as my guts were pulled inside out. He was fighting and yelling and the crowd of men had all pulled back making an open space around us. “What’s wrong,” Lionel said with worry in his eyes. “He pissed in me – a lot,” I said as I looked at the guy. I wasn’t upset about taking piss, fuck I loved it, but that was a rule Lionel had told them and someone thinking they could break a rule is what made me angry. Lionel glared, walked over to the struggling guy who suddenly stopped as Lionel stood in front of him. The t-shirt over the guy’s face was pulled off and I recognized him as someone I had fucked with before I had left DC for Deacon. Suddenly Lionel’s fist shot out and connected with the guy’s mouth. Blood spurted as his head snapped back, and Lionel’s crew held the guy up. Twice more Lionel punched him full force in the face and said, “What the fuck did I say? You deaf? Get him on the floor.” The guys from his crew threw the pisser on the floor and held his legs and arms down as Lionel stood over him. “Get over here,” Lionel said to me. I did and then Lionel said, “Squat over his mouth, give this asshole back what he’s missing.” I laughed, straddled the guy’s head, squatted, and let the piss and ass juice flow into the guy’s now open mouth – open because Lionel was using his massively strong arms and hands to hold it open as the guy now struggled more. The guy below me spit, gagged, coughed, but I let the piss keep going, starting and stopping a couple times as my guts worked to empty themselves out. When I was done I stood up, Lionel wiped his hands off on the guy’s shirt, nodded to his crew, who let go of the guy’s arms and legs. I then knelt down, the guy flinching as I touched his face. I leaned in, flicking my tongue over the cut on his mouth, tasting the new mix. I stood up and then walked to Lionel’s chair and asked for a blunt. I also needed to stretch my legs a bit, so Lionel lit up and let me take several hits. You could have heard a pin drop in the ring while I topped off my high. No one said a word or moved. When I felt ready I turned and the only evidence of the guy who pissed in me was a big wet spot in the ring where I had dumped it back on him and a splatter of blood. I walked back to the fuck bench, laid on my back with my legs up, my torn hole open for all cummers, my mouth waiting to be filled. Lionel laughed and said, “FUCK yeah whore, that’s what I’m talking about. Come on boys, I want that hole busted!!!” The next guy to step up to my ass was severely wasted and skinny, making his dick look even bigger than it was and he gave me a toothy smile as he plunged into my hole, making me gasp from the pain and joy of being filled. Three men were now standing by my head and I alternated grabbing an infected dick and sucking before moving to the next. The dirty dicks kept cumming and my mouth and ass stayed full for the next few hours. Every now and then one of the tops would dig in my hole with his fingernails, making sure my hole was bloody and fresh to take what they gave me. I had to stop a few times when my legs cramped up or to hit the blunt again, and told Lionel I had to piss bad because of all the piss I had swallowed, but he just shook his head no and told me to hold it, so I did. I couldn’t get enough dick and begged for their dicks to go deeper, harder, and to breed me. Pig/whore heaven! Through my high, I began to realize the crowd in the ring had grown much smaller as the tops had drained themselves out in me. My kidneys were aching from needing to piss so bad, but I didn’t ask again, and just focused on the feeling of all the cum running out of my ass and savoring the coating of loads in my mouth and throat. The last man left in the ring besides Lionel was a tall, basketball player type who had the longest dick there, over 12 inches, and I had sucked two loads out of him already. His dick looked OK, so did he, so whatever he had did not show. I wondered what he would give me? When he had fucked my throat I had spit up some of the piss and cum I had swallowed, but he did not care, he just let me do what I had to then filled my throat again. NASTY! His dick was pretty fat and thick too, and never seemed to get fully hard when I sucked it although he still shot huge loads. Now he was sitting there, holding a joint in one hand as he smoked some weed, and stroking his monster dick with the other using cum and juice that had dripped out of my ass and covered the fuck bench to slick his dick up. I looked at Lionel who was biting his lip hard, went over and I hit a new blunt several times, walked over to the monster dicked man and ran my hands across his wide flat muscles, felt his shoulders full of sinew and tendon, ran my hands down his down legs, and just worshipped his body. I then bent over and started gnawing and licking on his nipples while eyeing some of the most amazing tats as he hummed and awed in appreciation, all the while still smoking his joint and stroking his dick. Lionel’s crew all now had their pants down or dicks out, stroking as they watched, clearly showing they were ready for some cummy ass too. “Its going to take me a LONG time to get this nutt, you think that hole can handle it?” he said to me in a voice that was surprisingly soft for a such a big guy. I nodded yes, hit the blunt again, bent over the fuck bench, pulled my cheeks apart and begged, “RAPE MY HOLE MAN – COME ON – TAKE IT!” I looked at Lionel who was now standing up and taking his pants off. The monster dicked guy got behind me, his sneakers squeaking on the slicked up canvas floor of the ring, he took several long drags as he finished his joint up while I started bouncing my ass around, so hungry for his meat. He leaned over me, exhaled all his smoke towards my face, pressed down with his right hand putting all his weight on my back to push me tight into the bench, and then he drove what little was left of his burning joint into the skin of my left shoulder blade to put it out. I screamed as the smell of burnt flesh affirmed what he had done, and the flash of searing pain overwhelmed me. Just as I inhaled to scream again he slammed his slicked dick up my hole, shifted his hands back to my hips to hold me in place as he drove balls deep and let his dick explore its new home inside me. My guts were rearranged ten ways to Sunday, and the discomfort from having to piss became unbearable. Yet even with the fresh burn, his monster dick raping and tearing my ass, and having to piss, I wanted more. I loved having that big dick push my hole even further and did not have to wait long as he slowly began to move his hips in little circles, leveraging the length of his dick to open my hole the way he wanted it. I could see through my teary eyes Lionel was now standing in front of me, and I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick. “FUCK THAT WHORE NICCA,” Lionel barked, ‘FUCK IT, RAPE IT GOOD – THAT’S IT – RAPE THAT PINK HOLE.” The guy fucking me still took his time and hummed and awed as he continued to explore my ass. I could not take the pressure any more as the guy was banging my kidneys and all the piss that I had swallowed started to flow out of my dick, spreading out across the ring. Every thrust of his dick made the flow increase and Lionel said, “Fuck man, look at that, the whore’s leaking. Bang it! Bang it!” The guy fucking me picked up the pace, angled his dick, and hit my kidneys hard. I grunted and tried to breathe as Lionel worked his dick completely into my throat. The pain mixed with the ecstasy, and mixed with the high, and feeling so stuffed it was amazing. I was literally spit roasted with two big black dicks and I loved it! It wasn’t long before Lionel grabbed the sides of my head hard and said, “You want to swallow these babies, huh? Want to taste my babies?” The spit was running out of my mouth and all I could do was grunt as he deep dicked my throat. I did not taste a thing but felt his dick pulse and unload, adding more hot cum to my already filled guts. Lionel pulled his softening dick out of my throat and a big string of spit, cum, and blood came with it, coating my chin and leaving a trail on the mat. He then went and sat down in his chair with a big sigh, a smile on his face, and lit up a new blunt. “Let the whore up a minute,” Lionel said, “Let him hit this new shit. You ain’t close yet are you? No, good, I want to see more.” The big dicked guy slowly backed out of my ass and I was thankful as he was so deep and my ass made loud slurping noises as he withdrew and the sounds of ass juice hitting the floor echoed in the warehouse. The big dicked guy went and sat down in his chair and dug around in his pile of clothes and pulled out another joint. I went over to Lionel and took the blunt he offered and inhaled deep, feeling the hot fresh high wash over me. As I hit it again Lionel spun me around, shoved his right hand in my hole, wiggled his fingers and spread them apart as much as my hole would allow, pulled it back out and said, “Holy fuck, you’re wet! Look at that!” Lionel’s hand looked wet, slimy, and he held it up like he had just found a great treasure. I smiled, hit the blunt again, reached down and guided his hand back to my hole. Lionel laughed, “Damn whore, you just need to be filled don’t you? I got you trained good – fuck! All those nasty, infected dicks you had up in there – SHIT – never seen nothing like that! But just you wait, we ain’t done yet, no, we ain’t done. Now finish that up and get back over there, I want you to push that hole out, offer it up to your black gods, make daddy proud.” I walked back to the fuck bench, my bare feet squishing a little in the mix of piss and other juices now coating the mat, and instead of laying chest down on the bench, I just bent over, bracing myself on the bench as I closed my legs and arched my ass up and out – waiting. I was shaking a little, afraid the monster dicked guy would burn me again, but he didn’t, he just walked up behind me, rubbed my ass a few times, then started slapping my cheeks with his hardening dick. Harder and harder he dick slapped me until his dick was like a club, so hard and ready for battle. With his left hand he used his fingers to splay my cheeks a little to see his target, lined up his dick as I held my breath waiting for assault. He gently pushed the head just inside my hole and I gasped in wonder at how good it felt. I relaxed a little and when I did and my ass dropped just a hair, he slammed his dick balls deep. I instinctively tried to run, but he dug his nails into my hips and held me in place while I regained my stance as Lionel urged him on. “FUCK THAT HOLE – LONG DICK IT NICCA – DIG UP IN THERE!” The monster dick pulled all the way out of my hole, I pushed my ass back and offered my hole to the black god and he slammed back in, busting my ass ring and opening me up all the way. Every time he pulled out I tried to clench my hole to feel him bust it back open, but after several times of that, I had nothing left, my hole was beyond abused and all I could do was open wide and take it. He really seemed to like that and started murmuring and mumbling. I could not quite hear what he was saying, and frankly was too focused on trying to hold my position so he could long dick me. With his height he was able to angle down and up and side to side to ensure he stretched and scraped and hit every inch of my guts. I yelped a few times as he hit spots I didn’t know I had, but he didn’t stop and fucked me rough and hard for several minutes. Lionel kept ordering him and as he fucked me harder I could also feel my own cum stirring and churning. It’s rare that I cum from being fucked unless I am on my back, but this guy was so big every long stroke blasted my prostate and I was suddenly close. “OH SHIT,” I cried, “YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM. FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, PLEASE……” The monster dick guy grunted, his nails dug deeper, and he started slamming me as hard and deep as he could, which sent me over the edge. Without even touching myself I started to shoot hot loads of cum onto the end of the fuck bench, barely able to breathe as my whole body clenched up from the orgasm and my guts shrank tight around his black dick. That was what he needed too as he bellowed and shook and unloaded as deep as he could inside me. I pushed my ass back, wanting it deep, wanting every drop. The big dicked guy was not gentle this time when he pulled out, making my guts cramp, but I immediately turned, dropped to my knees and licked his dick clean as he stood there looking dumb struck and still trembling a bit. He finally pushed me away, Lionel walked over and handed him the marker, I bent over and the guy wrote his word between my shoulder blades before he went and sat in his chair, leaned his head back, closed his eyes, shook his head, then dug around for another joint. I looked at Lionel, then at his crew, climbed up on the fuck bench doggy style and pushed my ass back out. Always good to take care of the help! The crew did not need to be invited twice and soon I was being skewered by the last four dicks standing. While the crew banged me out I noticed the big dicked guy had gone over and he and Lionel were speaking, looking at me, something was up, and as soon as the first guy had unloaded in my ass Lionel called him over and the big dicked followed him out of the ring. When the crew had all shot their loads up my ass, Lionel dismissed them, had me lay on my back on the fuck bench as he kneeled at the end. “Hold your fucking legs back,” he growled. I grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs back and Lionel dove into my hole, felching and slurping and eating out all the cum and juice that his big old tongue could reach. When the well started to run dry he snarled and growled in frustration, nipping at my swollen and bruised ass lips. Satisfied that he had all he could get right then, Lionel slid his hard dick up my ass, bent over me, laid his body against mine, and started to kiss me. His face was slimy from my ass but I was like a pup eager for the scraps of the kill and licked his face clean. Lionel pumped my ass for a few, pulled out and said, “Christ, that was some fucked up shit.” “Did you like that?” “Don’t you want to cum in me?” I asked. “FUCK YEAH!” Lionel said, “You know I like you being a slut and whore for me. Come on, you ain’t done yet. This day is a long ways from being over. But first, let me see how they marked you up.” I turned around and Lionel ran a finger over all the words now written on my back and ass including ‘cunt,’ ‘pussy,’ ‘slut,’ ‘fag,’ just a big ‘X,’ and more. The final word he traced and read was ‘MINE’, written by the monster dicked guy. I wonder if I would see the big dicked guy again before I left? Stay tuned for Day 6: Double brother dick down - the STALLIONS

Thursday night had one of the stranger experiences. Guy fresh out of prison who started to fuck me several weeks back (brought over my by straight buddy) said he wanted to come fuck me again Friday. I touched base when I got home Thursday, we confirmed time via text. Then about 30 minutes later I got a call from his other cell and when I answered a woman’s voice said “Hello?” I said “Hello?” several times, could not really hear and was sure I was mistaken that it was a woman. Then about 2 minutes later I get a text that said (her spelling) – “Slim I just want u 2 kno dat I except wat he is doin but don’t git twisted don’t catch no feelins if he led u on let me know an it wia b hand simple.” I was not sure what was up, so ignored the text. The guy who was coming by texted me said, “please text my wife back – see don’t thank I told u about her. Still want 2 see on Friday.” Wow – weird so I texted her back, said I understood and had not been led on and she replied, “It is what it is.” Friday night the guy showed up on time, did not want to discuss what had happened – just dropped his pants, fucked me raw, rough, nasty, and I could not resist and begged, “fuck your white wife!” as he was pounding me. He bred me with a big load, left me sore, and can’t wait for more.

Almost had a 60 inch weekend - Friday my straight fuck bud brought a friend of his over who is fresh out of prison, 9 inches, he fucked my throat then my ass and gave me a load and left and my buddy who was waiting downstairs then came up and fucked me with his 9 and shot two loads back to back. Saturday saw a regular who has 10 then a bi-top who has 11 who wanted my hole cummy so I could be a good slut. Sunday the bi-top called wanting a repeat NOW, so I called my straight bud, took his 9 and a load then the bi-top came back and bred me again. 59 inches for the weekend and damn work was rough today - lol

Years ago got caught in Montrose neighborhood in Houston with my pants down literally. Guy was fucking me in a parking lot of one of the bars (I was way drunk) and a uniformed cop walked up on us. The guy fucking me ran but by the time I started to pull my pants up and realize what was happening the cop had grabbed my arm - hard - and was dragging me towards his cop car. He did not even let me pull my pants up before he cuffed me and shoved me in the back seat with me blabbering like a baby - not a proud moment. I had never been in trouble and was scared shitless and, well.... Anyways I realized when he drove past the the cop station in the area something was up, he then drove into downtown which was totally deserted, pulled in an alley, yanked me out of the car, and lectured me about how I was breaking the law. Here I was with my pants still down thinking what the fuck, still drunk as shit, and could not even mumble the cliche "I'll do anything officer". All I could manage was to flop onto the backseat with my bare ass up and sticking out the door and he took the bait. He fucked me raw, using my cuffed hands to ensure he went deep. He then let me go, making me walk a few miles back to my car, became a regular fuck bud and my inspiration for the character Pooh in some of my stories on here.

Breeders Market - Day 5: Boxers in the House – Man or Beast - “Christ, fucking worthless slut - you just are not happy unless you loaded with fresh spunk are you,” Lionel said, “You just stay like that. I got business to take care of, but will come back for some of that cum filled ass in a bit.” My dick was hard thinking about Lionel fucking me, then remembering the echoes of the Kid’s screams as D raped him, and that pang of jealousy hit me again as I drifted off as a new slut had been born and bred that night in COVENANT. I don’t know how long I had been asleep but I began to come around to the sound of voices, somewhat muffled and arguing. I rubbed my eyes and started to turn over when one voice said clear and loud, “Shit, he’s awake now,” then a man’s weight dropped on me and a hard dick fumbled its way into my still cum filled hole as my face was pushed back into the pillows muffling my questions and protests. The other guy laughed, “Fuck man, look at you, why you all jacked and excited? Our man said we could so not like we doing something we ain’t supposed to.” The guy on me was grunting and fucking and soon announced he was cumming up my hole. No sooner had he pulled out and climbed off me then my head was pushed back into the pillows as dick number two climbed up on me and took his turn. When he was done, and I was allowed to roll over, I saw two of Lionel’s crew smiling like Cheshire cats and pulling their pants up. I smiled, shook my head and said, “Well you could have at least offered me dinner first,” then laughed as they slapped each other. I recognized them, but did not know their names. The taller guy said, “Lionel wants you downstairs in 30 minutes and we’re here to make sure you don’t wander. He also said to keep that hole cummy as he has plans for you and oh yeah – you better snort it up good as you’re gonna need it.” I processed all that as he continued smiling while rubbing his dick. I caught a whiff of D on me as I got up, and wondered how the Kid was doing. My infected cum was supremely toxic and put most guys down for more than a few days. Normal fuck flu often took weeks to hit, mine took minutes as my bug invaded their blood like Darth Vader killing Ewoks. Lionel’s crew were out at the bar smoking when I came out in my jeans, t-shirt and grabbed the plate filled with lines and snorted a few to get me started. My eyes watered, my head pulsed, I hit two more and felt the hot rush over my body and my ass responded wanting more dick. I began to eye his crew with a leering glare and the tall one laughed, shook his head, and said, “Oh no, we ain’t got time for none of that now. Here, you know how Lionel likes you,” he said as he held out the blinged out collar Lionel liked to prance me around in. I shook my head and said, “Lionel can put that on me, you won’t,” before I cleaned several more lines, told them to pack me a goody bag and let’s go. I followed the two guys, their cum still fresh in my ass, through COVENANT to one of the back warehouses that I had not seen yet. The halls were quite busy with staff running around, and the crew heading to the warehouse too. I asked what was going on and was met with silence. We walked through a rolled-up garage type door, and while I could hear lots of voices and noise, I could not see anything as there was a series of black canvas curtains blocking our view. As we walked around to the right I realized we were passing a series of what appeared to be cabana like structures/tents or rooms, some of which were quite large with a bar, sofa, chairs, and most of them were filled a wild assortment of men drinking, smoking, and having fun and all waiting for something. At the far end of the warehouse we encountered some armed guards who let me through. I walked up several steps onto a raised platform with black canvas walls on both sides. As I approached the light ahead I could hear Lionel laughing and could smell the acrid smoke of his special blunts. One of his crew was waiting and directed me through the opening to the canvas room Lionel was in. This area was larger and more plush than the rest I had seen and in the middle stood Lionel, white tank top, low slung jeans, smoking his blunt and looking sexy as ever. Lionel paused when he saw me, walked over, grabbed me hard, gave me a long, slow, passionate kiss, held my chin in his hand and asked, “Is this how you go out in public now? You know you should be collared and chained at all times.” I laughed, handed him the collar I had carried in my left hand and said, “Never send a boy to do a man’s job.” Lionel smiled wide, put the blunt between his teeth, the smoke curling up to haze his face making him squint a little as Lionel put the collar around my neck, tugged the chain a few times as he wrapped the end around his left fist, took the blunt with his right hand and said, “Come see what I have planned for tonight.” Lionel led me by the chain through several men who were standing in the area, all of whom gave me a mix of looks from curious, to lecherous. When we got to the front of the space Lionel motioned and one of his crew drew back the curtains at the front of the space we were in and I could now see the full warehouse space and what Lionel had done. In the center of the warehouse about 20 feet away was a large boxing ring. Surrounding the ring on three sides were the canvas rooms I had seen, some with their curtains facing the ring open, others still closed, and on the fourth side were people standing around and some sitting in folding chairs, waiting for the evening’s events to begin. “As I look to expand and solidify our businesses,” Lionel explained with a wave of his hand, “I need to build friendships, partnerships, and offer something no one else can. Well tonight I offer a hell of a fight between my man Omar over there, and a fighter put up by an old friend of yours. Anybody who is anybody in the city is here and guess how fucking much those niccas paying me for the privilege to sit in their little rooms? Minimum $5 grand baby, minimum, and top dogg over there is $20k flat and not a space is empty tonight. We got some high dollar gambling, drugging, and the best Mares have been made available for the VIP high roller guests and their crews along with a Stable Master to ensure things do not get out of hand. While these folks are all basically straight, lots of liquor, some good drugs, and a nice hole to fuck raw and how you want, all labels easily drop aside. Everyone is making money though, trust me, so time to get our fun on. Come here, I know you brought some supplies, let me get you set up.” As Lionel led me back into his suite, I turned and craned my neck to stare at Omar, Lionel’s boxer. Omar was prancing around the ring, sweat already glistening off his body, his muscles flexing, his eyes intent and focused, and I could tell he was hung as his dick swung back and forth in his trunks. Lionel yanked my chain hard, I caught up, snuffed up several more lines and was feeling horny as hell. Lionel looked at me, laughed, and said, “You fucking slut! Don’t’ worry, I want that hole nice and sloppy,” he said as he shoved a hand down the back of my jeans, fingered my hole, brought out a cum covered finger and licked it clean. Lionel spoke to one of his crew, chairs were moved around, people began to take their place and clear out, and Lionel walked to the front of his suite, dragging me along, and yelled into a microphone, “Shut the fuck up mother fuckas and settle down!!” The warehouse grew very quiet as Lionel gave a little speech then the noise restored to a roar as Lionel took his seat and the announcer in the ring introduced the fighters. I was standing beside Lionel’s chair, all fidgety and horny when Lionel looked up at me, yanked me down to him by the chain and said, “I got my show and entertainment, and have yours lined up to. But first, look over there – you see that nasty ass black fucker on the other side?” I tried to crane my neck and still could not really see. “No matter, he’s an old friend of yours and this is only the first show of the night. You better get that hole opened up cause trust me, if it ain’t you will be hurting.” Lionel said something to one of his crew who nodded and a couple minutes later he returned with three other guys, all of whom were carrying in one of the fuck benches from the STOCKYARD. These were the padded benches the Mares were tied down to for anyone to fuck. Lionel had it placed to the right of his chair, and a little back so as I was pushed down and strapped to the fuck bench, the chain from my neck to Lionel’s left hand clanged against the back of his chair. Lionel looked over at me, smiled, hit his blunt and said, “Now be a good slut for me, and hit this special, you need this tonight - trust.” He handed a new blunt he had lit to one of his crew who held it to my mouth, I inhaled deep and held it, coughing a little as Lionel laughed, shook his head, “Fucking lightweight pussy, what I’m going to with you?” The crew man did that like four more times and whatever the blunt was laced with got me flying and before I knew what was happening my jeans were off and my pink hole was being fucked raw and stretched by some big black dick. I could hear Lionel, I could hear the crowd, the fight, but my mind would not focus at all and I barely registered on dick in my ass, which being the raw pig bottom I am is not like me at all – even fucked up. The next thing I really remember is D kneeling down beside my face, slapping my cheek, making me focus, and saying “Shit man, what the fuck did he give you? Whatever it was it sure got your pussy open and damn, you got my nutt twice. Just wanted to tell you the Kid is going good, and I think…well I think I want to keep him.” Suddenly my chain was yanked and I realized Lionel had turned in his seat to look at us. “I heard all about your little escapade and the Kid. What the fuck, we collecting strays now?” D just laughed, stood up, slapped my ass, and as he walked away another raw dick slid in my sloppy hole and began to breed me. The laced blunt was held to my mouth again and through the din of voices and buzz of the high I managed to inhale and do as I was told. My eyes were closed when I felt two rough hands rubbing my back and ass and Lionel’s voice broke through the clouds and said, “….and this is part of your prize too. You did good tonight man, and we will make a lot of fucking money together that’s for sure, but for now, here, have some fun and don’t hold back, he can take what you got.” I turned my head as the chain was yanked and looked into the bloody and bruised face of Omar the boxer who was now kneeling beside me. One eye was swollen and closed, there was a bloody gash on his cheek that was still bleeding, Omar spit a gob of blood onto the floor, looked at me, and said, “I only fuck pussy. You pussy?” I nodded yes, Omar leaned in and gave me a wet sloppy kiss, pushing his spit and blood caked face into mine before he stood up, dropped his trunks, his gigantic black dick started to grow, the glisten of sweat making it shine like a diamond. He dropped the chain on the floor, stepped behind me, and without a word slammed balls deep in my ass while yelling ‘TAKE MY COCK PUSSY!” I choked on my own scream and could not get it out as Omar pounded me raw, deep, and with no mercy. Omar fucked me, slapped me, bred me three times before he was done and left me alone strapped to the fuck bench. Soon Lionel was back, he too knelt down, looked at me and said, “You my slut, you know that? Gave you what you needed and just what I wanted, now I know you are sobering up some, but that’s cool because I want you to feel me.” Lionel pulled out his dick, had me spit it up, before adding his load on top of Omar’s and all the others. After he was done, Lionel had me lick his dick clean then he said, “Time to get you up. We’ve got an appointment to keep.” My legs were stiff and I had a hard time standing. Lionel helped me get dressed, he sat me in a chair, and had me hit one of his blunts again. I was flying high as Lionel led me to one of the private lunges. As we walked in I heard whining and a loud voice say, “Fuck, you were right, loaded with cum as you promised. Me and the boys here can smell it just like last time.” I was able to focus enough to realize it was the guy who had picked me and Warren up in the alley that night in the story FRANKLIN SQUARE PARK CREW: PART 4- The Wild Fucks and Off to the Circus and sitting beside him, tails wagging and whines getting louder, were his two boxers, collared and chained just like me – for now. “ So,” Lionel said, “Shall we start the next show? My bitch is ready to go, are your boys?” Stay tuned for Day 6: Ring of Death

The Stealth Bomber, Episode 2: My first victim – Ernest – The first name in my log, and my first trophy, belongs to Ernest. As I finger and admire the index card with the square of cotton underwear on it, the blood now faded to brown, I recall the night it all clicked for me and I understood my need, my calling if you will. Sure I had fucked a few asses raw before that, but it was all just physical – dick in hole, dick in hole. But that first night with Ernest the physical wound tight to the mental, and both wrapped round and round my soul until I knew I needed to breed to infect and convert and I had no guilt whatsoever in who I infected or how. I have perfected many ways over the years of stealth fucking my victims and have done everything from using condoms that are so old they literally disintegrate while fucking, to using a razor blade to cut an X in the tip and resealing the package with a little glue, to just putting the head in a little, “I promise.” Yet nothing compares to the intense rush and satisfaction I get of them willingly giving me their hole raw, believing like the dumb fucks they are that I am negative too, and being so excited they beg to take my cum never knowing or suspecting that I am changing their lives forever with every little soldier I give them. They become my nasty, infected, viral filled cunts! For weeks before meeting Ernest everything just seemed off. I had this itch I needed to scratch, but did not know where or how. I was agitated and constantly shifting in my chair, drumming my fingers on the table, could not focus, and even my coffee tasted wrong, and anything I ate tasted blah. This was before barebacking became so openly talked about like it is now on websites, in porn, fuck all over the internet. I remember one little prick who went off on me right in the bar when I told him I liked to fuck raw, telling me how it was because of gay men like me that so many men were dying and not playing safe and that it was MY DUTY to ALWAYS wear a condom. Well that bitch got his, but that’s a story for another time. So anyways, I was in a foul mood, it was a Thursday night and I headed out to the Fireplace, a little gay bar down on P Street in Dupont. The place was crowded and had too many sweater-queens this night for my taste, which did not help my disposition. I had just downed my second rum and coke and was feeling more and more agitated when I saw Ernest. Well Ernest is (by his own admission) an ‘ugly old queen’. Attraction is a funny thing though as for me, an eager bottom who is face down, wet hole twitching, gets my engine running and I could care less what his face looks like. An eager cum whore who wants to take it is attractive as shit! I have fucked lots of studs who everyone thinks are 10, but they end up a 0 in bed – they just flop about like half dead fish – no heart in it. We used to call them prancers, all show. Ernest was no prancer, but he was an irritating, cock blocking fuck. I had seen him around, always one hand full of pamphlets about safe sex, the other fishing in his paper bag for a handful of condoms to pass out. He had no problem going right up to anybody and everybody and preaching the message and nothing killed my hard on faster than hearing that shit. Ernest made his rounds, plopped his ass on the stool at the end of the bar, did a couple shots, and tried flirting with anyone within an arms length and was quickly shot down by all. Something in me stirred watching him and that itch I had going on inside began to come into focus and that focus was directed right at him. Ernest picked up his pile of safe sex pamphlets, his wrinkled paper bag of condoms, and headed out the door and started walking up P Street. I quickly caught up with him and asked him if he had a light, and started to make small talk while casually rubbing my left hand up and down the growing bulge in my jeans, making Ernest stare and sputter at the bait being dangled for him. Time to reel this one in a little. “Hey,” I said, “You up for sharing a drink? I’m not quite ready to head home, but it was getting too crowded in there for me. Got anything good at your place?” Ernest quickly said sure, we hailed a cab, and 5 minutes later we were at his dingy little apartment. I can drink most men under the table and suggested we start off with a couple shots and I could quickly tell Ernest was not used to that, so I had found my net to bag this fish. I made sure to sit close to Ernest as he excitedly told me about his outreach work to promote safe sex, my thigh against his and the heat from my dick radiated close to his hand. I told him how great it was that he was doing that as I took his hand and placed it on my hard dick and held it there with my left hand covering his. Ernest had a hard time focusing now, between the liquor and my dick his mind and ass were thinking of sex. Perfect. I continued to praise him as I leaned close, my hot breath on his neck, as I told him, “It’s been so long since I have found someone I could trust to have sex with. There is so much risk out there now. But you, I know I can trust you can’t I?” Ernest just nodded as I stood, unzipped my pants, pulled out my now drooling 9-inch dick, and held it inches from his face. My dick bobbed and bounced in hunger as Ernest’s eyes got wide. I gently ran my right hand over the side of his head and whispered, “Can you lick it a little for me? Please? Just a little?” Ernest’s tongue ran over his lips several times like a snake sensing its next meal. He started to lean to the side to reach around me to the coffee table to grab a condom from his paper bag, but I grabbed his arm, his condoms spilling onto the coffee table and the floor as I pleaded, “PLEASE, just use your tongue on the shaft a little then? It has been so long since I have met a clean guy like you and I need to feel a man again.” I could see the battle being fought in his head as he decided what to do, but it took only a second for his need to overcome all else and for Ernest to open his mouth and take my head full in. DUMB CUNT WAS MINE NOW! I let Ernest take his time and relish in the taste of raw dick in his mouth. I precum a lot, and he savored the taste. The boy knows how to suck dick as his tongue and mouth action had me ready within a couple minutes and without warning I let my cum fly and fill his mouth. I held Ernest in place, my left hand on his shoulder, as I shot load number 1. He tried to jerk away when he first realized what was opening, but then instinct took over and he swallowed, first reluctantly and then with passion, until every drop of my infected cum was now sliding its way down his throat. I immediately pulled out, his mouth still open and tongue looking to milk me, and I said, “Oh God man, I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I mean…..holy shit that felt so good, and I……sorry man.” Ernest just looked at me, his eyes begging for more before he shook his head, told me it was ok and reached for the liquor bottle. I was determined to get more, so I poured us each two more shots, which he slammed back to back trying to burn his guilt away of having swallowed my cum. So much for safe practice number one. Ernest took the bottle from me and did another shot, swaying a little as he set the bottle down. My dick was still hard and my precum faucet was turned back on, so I stood back in front of Ernest and without a word he started sucking me again. He did not try reaching for a condom this time and I let him take his time. After several minutes he anxiously looked up at me and asked if I was close. I said, “No, but maybe if you let me eat your ass a little, that always helps.” Ernest quickly got out of clothes, got on his hands and knees on the futon while I sat on the coffee table and started licking at his hole. The first flick of my tongue made Ernest moan and dance and I soon had his hole relaxed and wet and Ernest was jacking his little dick like mad. I stood up and started rubbing my raw dick on his hips, his ass cheeks, the back of his thighs as I gradually slid a wet finger into his tight ass. I thought he was going to rip his little dick right off as hard and fast as he was jacking it now, so now was the time. “You feel so fucking good man, and like I said, it has been so so long since I have met someone clean like you. This is amazing! Do you have some lube? Poppers?” Ernest quickly ran to the bathroom and was back in a flash with a bottle of ‘condom safe’ lube and poppers. I hit the poppers, handed them to him, and he closed his eyes and sniffed hard then got back doggy style, all the while snorting the poppers deep. My finger found his happy little hole again, my dick harder and wetter as it pressed into his cheeks, then his crack. A part of Ernest’s mind must have flashed DANGER as he reached around as if to push my dick away, but I kept telling him how amazing he was, how great his ass felt, how I had not been with anyone like this in so long. Ernest was jacking his dick even harder now to the rhythm of my finger fucking. I eased my finger out guided my dick towards his hole, slid my finger back in, and Ernest moaned. I then leaned over Ernest’s back, wrapped my right arm around his chest as I told him how wonderful he was, how much I was enjoying being with him, how good…..AND THEN I SLID MY RAW DICK INTO HIS ASS! Ernest grunted, he collapsed a bit under me as my 9 inches slowly pushed in, his ass ring trying to slice my dick right off as I told him to breathe, that I just needed to feel him a little so he could suck me again and make me cum. That’s all right isn’t it? Ernest just moaned, so I took that as a yes. Not that I fucking cared if he said no, things would have just gone a bit differently that’s all. “Go on, hit the poppers, that’s it, oh you feel so wonderful.” That was my mantra for the next several minutes as I took my time and enjoyed Ernest’s sweet, raw hole. I began to feel all that tension – that itch I could not scratch – begin to subside. Yes, this is what I needed. A nice negative hole to breed and infect. Ernest started to rouse a little so with my dick still in his ass I stood us up, filled the shot glasses and paused my fucking while I handed him one and downed my own, and gave him another. He was really unsteady on his feet now, so I bent him back over onto the futon, wedging his head into the back as I started to long dick him, time to do some breeding. Ernest fumbled to snort the poppers, half of which spilled on his face, the rest on the futon, the bottle now open in front of him and its contents coming out in little waves with each thrust up his ass. He is mumbling and moaning and his face is all scrunched up in agony and ecstasy while my first load rolls like a tidal wave up through my balls and explodes out the head of my dick. I didn’t stop or slow down at all and actually picked up the pace as my next load is right behind the first one and within several strokes I flooded his ass some more! My scalding cum crawled up inside his cunt and lodged itself in the nooks and crannies of his guts before it burrowed deep deep inside. Ernest’s left hand is reaching back now as if to try to push me off, but I pump his now wet ass until I am good and spent, ease my dick out, and use his white underwear to wipe up his now bloody and cum filled ass. Something about seeing the proof of what I had just done made me horny as shit so as he struggled to sit up right, I shoved his underwear into my pants pocket. Ernest then tried to stand but weaved a bit, and plopped right down onto the coffee table onto his safe sex pamphlets and the condoms from his paper bag. Kissing is not my thing at all, but I needed more, so I sat on the futon, held Ernest steady and before I kissed him I said, “You have such a sweet ass. Thank you so much. That felt so amazing. I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop. I tried. But it was too late. But I know you’re clean, so it’s ok, right? It’s ok? Please don’t be mad at me, please, I needed you so bad.” Ernest drunkenly mumbled and nodded and I kissed him long and hard, making him swoon even more. I held him close and asked if he wanted to suck me again. He nodded, but his eyes were now mostly closed, he could not keep his mouth open on my dick, which was just fine be me as it was his ass I was after. I lifted Ernest back up off the coffee table, laid him on his stomach on the futon, and crawled on top of him. While my hard 9 incher wound its way back up his cum filled ass, I kept reassuring him and thanking him for making me feel good. Ernest continued to mumble in his drunken stupor as I now took my time enjoying his ass. I was working on depositing load number 4 when Ernest leaned his head off the edge of the futon and puked all over the fucking floor and quickly seemed to pass out. I didn’t give a fuck. Cunt was dumb enough to let me in, taste my dick, then let me in his ass so I was going to get all I wanted. After each load I grabbed his underwear out of my pants pocket and fingered them into his used hole. Each time I did they came out redder, wetter, and slicked with cum and ass juice, and I felt better and better. I shot several loads up his cunt before my dick decided it had had enough. When I climbed off Ernest he mumbled a little, but was still out of it. I found a piece of paper and pen, wrote a note telling him how much fun I had and I hoped to see him again and left my number. As I got dressed I had to laugh as there were wet spots now on a bunch of his safe sex pamphlets and condom wrappers where he had sat, wet spots left by my cum dripping from his ass. I did not really expect to hear from him again, and that was OK, as I felt so much better and I felt right for the first time in a while. I knew what I had to do now and was thinking about the best way to go find some negative ass to breed when Ernest called me about 5:30 that Sunday after he had spent all afternoon at the local clubs, apparently getting drunk, as his speech was pretty slurred. One thing was clear, he wanted me to come fuck him again, so I told him to get naked and get his ass lubed and I would be right over. This time all pretense was over as the second I walked in he was gobbling down my raw dick and begging to be fucked, and I was happy to give it to him. I planted 3 loads up his ass and told him to call me when he needed some more, which happened the following Tuesday and Thursday after he once again did his safe sex rounds at the bars. This went on for a couple weeks before it was time to change shit up. Ernest called, asked me to come by, but this time I told him we had to talk first. He answered the door naked like a good cum hungry cunt, and as always was a little drunk, but sober enough to begin to cry when I showed up clearly angry and upset and the first words out of my mouth were, “Did you infect me? It must have been you. I haven’t been with anybody else like that, ever! Just you. You said you were clean! I don’t understand!” I learned with Ernest to accuse first – he swore in between sobs full of tears he had always been safe, but I said, “Well apparently not. Sometime you must have fucked raw, you were drunk or who knows what the fuck you did and you know it can be dormant for years.” After showing the proper amount of anger, I held Ernest close for a moment, told him it was going to be ok, fed him several more shots, and said that he could really help me feel better. I gave Ernest an angry rough fuck as I kept telling him he had infected me and now what would I do? That I needed him, and he felt so good. His body shook and trembled with sobs as he cried the entire fucking time, trying to tell me how sorry he was, and that he would do anything, anything to make me feel better. Dumb cunt. I told him, “That’s right. You will.” That was the only time I spent the whole night with Ernest. I wanted that guilt deep and strong and no matter how much he begged me to stop fucking him, I plowed his hole as hard and rough as I could, over and over saying he had better figure out ways to make what he did up to me. I left just before sunrise after I had made his hole raw, bloody, sore, and coated with so much of my cum even I was amazed. Even when Ernest’s mouth said no, his ass said yes and was hungry for more. For the next couple of weeks I called Ernest every other day so I could use him and the entire time I fucked him I drove that dagger of guilt deeper, twisted it, found a new spot and drove it back in again all the while my poz and infected dick ate at his ass. Ernest would often cry during these visits, slobbering on about what would people say if they found out? What about his job? What about his outreach at the bars? His family and friends would not understand and now no one would ever want to be with him. With my hot cum dripping out of his ass I told him, “It will be OK. No one but us ever has to know. I promise I will keep your secret, as long as you keep mine. We’ll protect each other right? I won’t tell anyone you infected me. Will you continue to help me out?” When I knew Ernest was good and mine – in every way possible – I didn’t call for a couple days and sure enough, he started to call me, frantic. Perfect. I told him I might see him at the Fireplace later and when I did, I made sure I had some little bottom hanging all over me, just aching for some dick. I happily took a couple of the condoms Ernest was handing out as he eyed me suspiciously. I sent the bottom to the bar to get a new round of drinks and whispered to Ernest, “I can only fuck the way I want to with you. Will you be home later so I can come see you when I am done with him?” Ernest just nodded, smiled a little, and went back to preaching the safe sex message. I have practiced and honed my skills as the Stealth Bomber over the years since I met Ernest, and Ernest has always been and will always be, my cum slut. When I need some papers testifying that I am HIV neg, all I have to do is call Ernest at his job as a counselor at one of the city’s places where they do testing and there they are, waiting for me beside Ernest and his prelubed hole. Anything else I want or need, all I have to do is make the call and Ernest will do it, and then he will be ass up and waiting for me to give him what he wants and needs – my cum – my nasty, infected, poz cum deep upside his dumb cunt ass.

Laundry Room Fuck – My Calvins Get Stained: I woke up early Sunday morning, made some coffee, got on line to see who was cruising, and by 7:00 a.m. when the laundry room in the basement of my apartment building opened I was horny and frustrated. I put on my black, Calvin Klein underwear briefs, black jeans, a t-shirt and my Nikes, got the dirty clothes out of the hamper and headed to the laundry room. No one is ever in there this time of day, but this morning when I walked in I immediately smelled the smoke of someone hitting a blunt, and fuck it smelled good. The laundry room is shaped like a big L, and as soon as I turned the corner I saw a 20 something guy sitting at the folding table, smoking, wearing a white t-shirt and running shorts, barefooted, earbuds in and looking at his laptop. I nodded as I walked past him, glancing at his laptop and noted he was watching a porn. He paid me no mind, seemed not to care that he was smoking in a place where he could be caught by the building manager, and was engrossed watching some chick get banged raw by a big white dick. As I put my clothes in the washer, I kept glancing his way. He had thick black, wavy hair and looked like he was Italian, or Spanish with a nice build. I finished loading the machines, put my money in, started them and then turned and stepped closer to the guy and looked over his shoulder at the movie. I started rubbing my hardening dick and tried to get a contact off his smoke. The guy turned, saw me rubbing my dick, pulled the earbud out of his right ear allowing me to faintly hear the action as he said, “What’s going on? Want a hit,” while he held out his blunt. I laughed and said, “Yeah, that shit smells great, but I shouldn’t, makes me horny as shit and I’m already worked up needing to get fucked.” He just smiled, nodded, took a long hit and held it, squeezing his eyes shut a little, and held out the blunt for me as he inclined his head. I shrugged, set my laundry detergent down, took the blunt and inhaled deep and slow, closing my eyes to enjoy the taste, heat, and gentle high. I took another hit, handed the blunt back, and started rubbing my dick as my hole ached to be fucked. I decided to risk it and said, “Damn, that’s good and fuck, now I’m even hornier. Look man, not sure what you get into, but if you want to bust your nutt, I would like to take it for you.” The guy exhaled, smiled and said, “OK, but I’m staying at my g… my friends.” My place was free, but I had a better idea. He closed his laptop, stood up, and followed me out of the laundry room. Right next to the laundry room is an old bathroom used only by the janitor. The metal orange door is dented, rusted, and has two signs on it, both of them hung crooked – ‘lavatory’ and ‘NO SMOKING.’ I opened the door, stepped in, and the guy followed me. I locked the door behind us, stepped around in front of him, dropped my pants and bent over, placing my hands on the sink and watched in the mirror as the guy held out his hand to offer me another hit. I took it and inhaled as he set his laptop down, pulled his shorts down and started stroking. I turned, handed the blunt back to him and watched in the mirror as he inhaled again and kept stroking with his right hand. I could not see his dick that well, but I was hard and dripping so I pulled my cheeks apart and waited. The guy started to push against my dry hole and his dick felt really thick. I pulled my cheeks apart as far as they would go as he pushed hard, forcing his dick up into my hole, raw. I was ready to tell him to let me spit on it first when his dick head forced its way through my ass ring, scratching and pulling as he dry fucked me. I grunted a little, fuck he was thick! When I opened my eyes he was hitting the blunt again and working his hips to open me up. The blunt was just about used up when he tossed it into the sink in front of me, the smoking end slowly going out as my ass increasingly burned from the dry fuck. The guy pushed as deep as he could go and felt like he was maybe 8 inches or so. He grabbed my shoulders and started to fuck harder and faster, neither one of us saying a word as my hole ate him up. After about 5 minutes of steady ass slapping and fucking his pace picked up, his eyes closed, and I could feel his cock twitch and unload inside me. His body shook and his fingers gripped tight as he bred my ass before pulling his dick out while my ass resisted and tried to keep him in. He grabbed some toilet paper, wiped his dick off, tossed it into the sink too, pulled his shorts up, picked up his laptop, and left me bent over the sink. I could feel his load leaking out of my ass, and looking down and saw several gobs of thick, yellowish cum coating my Calvins. I pulled my pants up feeling the wetness of his load, and went back into the laundry room to see if he would like my number or wanted to come upstairs to my place and fuck some more. The laundry room was empty, so I went back to my apartment and got back online, letting the guys on BBRT know my ass was precummed and needed more. A couple hours later after two different tops had come by to breed me, I went back to the laundry room hoping he might me back there. He wasn’t, there were just a couple old ladies, so I walked the halls a bit and still nothing, and never did see him again, but sure did enjoy taking his load.

Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 3 – A New Slut is Born and Bred “Rape me with their cum.” Lionel snarled, tore my jeans off me and mounted me hard and deep right there on the floor, yanking the chain to my collar with his right hand as his left arm circled around my neck. Lionel then flipped me on my back, my legs up wide. Lionel was on top of me with his heart beating through both our chests, matching time to mine, his sweat coating me as he cupped his hands under each of my ass cheeks pulling my hole apart so he could dig up in me as he angled his legs wide for leverage to go extra deep. Several minutes later Lionel was laying on his back, breathing hard, a big smile on his face, with me laying beside him on the floor, half resting on his chest. I tapped his chest said, “Now I am in you too,” as I smiled. We were walking back to Lionel’s office when one of his crew came running up and said, “Boss, you better get down back.” The armed guards took lead, Lionel and I followed, down to the back loading bay at the back of the warehouse. D, the warehouse operations/garage manager was yelling at some Kid, pacing in anger back and forth like a lion before the kill, while two of his guys held the struggling Kid tight. Suddenly one of the guys lost his grip and the Kid took a swing at D. His fist was wide of the mark, but D growled, and raised his right fist to take the Kid out. “DON’T, take it easy man,” Lionel’s voice said, cutting through the confusion. It took D second to drop his fist once he saw us, his neck muscles still straining as the Kid fought to get away. While I had questions, this was Lionel’s house, so I let him speak. “So man,” he said to D, “What’s all the fuss?” “Caught this little fucker here in back stealing shit. Parts for our trucks. Not the first time I’ve seen him lurking around. I had explained to him the error of his ways and suggested we had some work out in the STOCKYARD he might be good for with that sweet little ass of his. We were just about to teach him a lesson.” I looked at the Kid who had now stopped struggling and just stood there, his eyes wide, his nipples clearing showing in the cold through his t-shirt, his toes poking out of the holes in his sneakers, and his jeans looking so dirty they could stand on their own. Lionel stepped close to him and said, “What’s your name son?” At first the Kid sneered, looked Lionel up and down until Lionel took another step closer. The Kid shook a little, looked at the floor and said, “They call me the Candy Man.” D laughed and said, “Why? Because you steal Skittles and shit?” The Kid sneered as he grabbed his crotch, “No fucka, cause I got this big black slab a candy right here!” Lionel followed my eyes to the Kid’s bulge. “How old are you Kid?” he asked. “Old enough to be on my grind. I’m a straight up grimey hood, and I don’t go for no fag shit,” the Kid spat out as he started to struggle again. Lionel snarled in return and took another step closer, his whole body tensing up, and suddenly the Kid broke loose and ran out the garage door. “Take this off – now,” I said to Lionel. He cocked his head in question, looked at D, then back me, then stepped back to me, unhooked my collar and I took after the Kid. I only had a t-shirt on too and the cold January air hit me like a hammer. I got out to the street, turned left, nothing, turned right and saw him, now at a jog, but picking up his pace as soon as he turned and me. I started running fast as I could and slowly started to gain on the Kid. He banked, ran down an alley close the Metro stop and I followed. I got to the middle of the alley and did not see him and stopped and looked around. There were fresh sneaker prints in the snow off to the right, so I slowly walked in between two warehouses. I found the Kid sitting on a loading dock, his knees up to his chest, shaking, crying. The sound of my boots on the snow made him look up and his eyes were wide and wild with fear like a wild horse about to be saddled for the first time, scared, confused, not sure what to do. My eyes met his and our gazes locked as I continued to step closer, slowly. He was breathing hard, panting cold white bursts into the winter air. I gently reached out and touched his bare arm that was covered in goose bumps, he flinched, but did not pull away. “No one ever came after me before,” he said as his whole body relaxed, his shoulders dropped, he sighed, then leaned against my body, giving up on running, ready to be saddled and led. He was shaking hard now even though his sobs had subsided. The Kid was so skinny, no wonder he was shaking. I gripped his forearm hard and said, “I know what it is like to want to run. To be afraid. To deny who you are or what you want. Look, I don’t know, or what your story is, but I’m willing to listen – someplace warm if you don’t mind – and while you tell me we can get you warmed up, something to eat, and then if you feeling cool, we can party, drink, and have some fun. What do you say?” The Kid just shook his head, so I pulled him off the dock, gave him a big reassuring hug, and started walking back to COVENANT. I had gone a good 10 feet and the Kid still just stood there, so I turned, “You coming? I bet we got more kinds of drugs and shit than you can imagine.” He perked up at that and with his arms across his chest to fight the cold caught up to me and together we walked back to COVENANT. We entered back through the garage where D looked at me with surprise and question all over his face. I smiled and said, “This is D. I think you two maybe got off on the wrong foot. D this is Candy Man. Shake hands and welcome him to COVENANT and if you don’t mind, we are going to chill and hang out a bit, maybe in your office if you can have some hot food, liquor and some good drugs sent up and let Lionel know will you?” D just nodded as I escorted the Kid back to D’s office, which was a refuge of warmth and depravity to come. D joined us in a minute, sat his desk, pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam and offered it to the Kid, who gladly took a long slug. For me, one of D’s crew soon showed up with a plate of Tina, some beer, and sandwiches for the Kid and some 420 for D. I cleared a few lines while D lit up his joint, shared it with the Kid, and turned on his big screen TV set to play a straight porn vid, black on white gang bang. We didn’t talk about anything in particular and the more D and the Kid smoked, the more relaxed both became and soon they seemed like old pals. We did find out the Kid was homeless, no real family, had bounced in and out of the system for years. The Kid got up to use the bathroom and while he was gone, D hauled out his big, sweaty dick and said, “Come suck on this.” I stood up, took my pants off, set my boots to the side, got in front of D and started to slurp on his dick. D was feeling rough and was pushing my head down hard onto his dick, making me gag and choke as the Kid walked back in and D said, “Don’t worry man, he likes it. He’s a good slut for black dick, ain’t you?” I could not even mumble as D continued to choke me on his cock. The Kid said, “Umm, maybe I should go. I….” D laughed, “I can tell from that bulge you got going on that the last thing you want to do is go. Just because you fuck a sweet hole does not make you a fag. When you’re horny and pussy is there, you jump up in it! Know what I mean? Now I got him held here good, so why don’t you drop some of that lube from the bottle there onto that pink hole and fuck this pussy. Let me tell you, this is some damn good pussy. Come on Candy Man, show me what you get. Let’s see if you know how to tear up a hole.” D let me off his dick to catch my breath as the Kid said, “Hmm, you got a condom or something.?” D laughed hard, and replied, “Kid, you will not find a condom anywhere around here. We are down and dirty and TRUE GRIMEY HOOD RATS here, more than you can imagine and trust me, this slut wants the cum, don’t you.” I smiled, turned to the Kid and said, “It’s the only way to take dick, raw,” and went back to sucking D’s dick. The Kid tentatively got undressed, making D whistle and say to me, “Whoo-ee he’s a big one. You are going to enjoy this, now open that fucking throat.” I opened my throat wide, the Kid fingered my hole, and I pushed my ass back. I felt him squirt some cum on my ass, then the head of his dick against my hole, hesitating, not quite sure what to do. “Come on Kid,” D urged him, “Fuck that ass, or do you want me to show you how?” That did the trick as the Kid pushed his dick in. It was a good length and average girth and my ass clenched down on it, wanting to feel every bit of raw skin. The Kid grabbed my hips, started thrusting faster, and soon was breeding my ass with his young spunk. As he pulled out, D pushed me off his dick, got behind me and slam fucked me making me cry out. His girth was always a killer and he liked to hear me beg for his nasty dick, so I did and he soon seeded me too. We took a break, did some more drugs, and this time, D said he laced their joint with some shit, so soon the Kid was fucking high out of his mind and grabbing at D’s dick. D looked at me and said, “It’s time.” So as D guided the Kid’s head onto his dick, I got behind the Kid and worked a finger coated with Tina up his hole. It felt virgin to me and while I am not expert top by any means, the boy was super tight and his ass ring squeezed and fought and fought some more. D said, “What do you want Candy Man? Tell me? You want to suck Daddy’s dick? Huh? Yeah? Good boy. What else? Does that feel good in your ass? Fuck yeah, you acting like a real good cock slut ain’t he?” I nodded as I worked two fingers in his hole and started digging at his gut walls to prepare him for my gift. D continued, “Tell me what you want Kid? Want some dick raping that hole? Huh? You want it? You want some of that AIDs cum he’s going to give you don’t you? Huh? Tell me Kid.” D slapped his face hard and said, “TELL ME THE FUCK NOW YOU WANT YOUR ASS RAPED AND YOU WANT HIS AIDS CUM.” The Kid’s whole body was shaking and quivering and his head lolled a bit side to side, but he pulled of D’s dick to say, “FUCK ME, RAPE ME, I NEED TO BE FUCKED, PLEASE, ANYTHING, I WANT YOUR CUM, YOUR DIRTY DIRTY AIDS CUM.” D laughed, leaned forward and slapped my shoulder and said, “The deal is done and when you finish, may I keep him? He asked to be raped and I plan to give him a night he will never forget.” I nodded as I held my coated fingers out for D to taste and as he pushed the Kid’s mouth back onto his dick with his left hand and held his shoulder firm with his right, I took out my foreskin piercing, set it on the table, spread the Kid’s hole and slammed balls deep. My dick is not that big, but big enough for a virgin hole to make him jump, squeal like a stuck pig, and try to run. But where could he go? D now had his head held with both hands choking the Kid on his thick dick while I fucked his raw ass. Seeing D in action with someone else made me a little jealous, but at the same time made me excited and within just a few strokes I told him to take my cum while his own dick started to unload on the floor, his last negative load. I pulled all the way out and shoved back in a few times to make sure my load took and stayed inside of him as I felt his guts spasm and the telltale signs that my infection was rapidly spreading. D pushed the Kid off his dick and turned him so he could lick me clean. I put my foreskin ring back in, and looked at the Kid who was now sweating and shaking from the drugs and my infection. I told D, “He may not have long before you need to take him to medical. You know what my breeding direct like that can do. So watch him.” D just nodded as he picked the Kid up, dropped him on the couch, threw the Kids legs back, and stuck his face in his hole making the Kid beg louder and louder to be fucked. I closed the office and began walking through the garage back to the main building. As I did, the Kid’s screams of pain began to echo through the garage as the rape he asked for truly began. I made my way back up to the apartment and decided it was time for a short nap. I had barely felt like I had slept at all when I felt three thick fingers exploring my hole, sniffing, then Lionel say, “Christ, fucking worthless slut - you just are not happy unless you loaded with fresh spunk are you. You just stay like that. I got business to take care of, but will come back for some of that cum filled ass in a bit.” My dick was hard thinking about Lionel fucking me, then remembering the echoes of the Kid’s screams as D raped him, and that pang of jealousy hit me again as I drifted off as a new slut had been born and bred that night in COVENANT. Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 4 – K9 in the House! Some old friends come for a visit

straight top fuck buddy just brought one of his friends by and dropped him off. the guy is visiting from out of town, about 8 inches, average thickness, made some weird grunting/snorting sounds before he came, but give me a HUGE load and said he wants to come back for my 'good ass' before he leaves town

about 6:30 this morning walked to the corner 7-11 to get the paper and ran into guy on the sidewalk asking for change. when I came out I handed him two dollars and asked what was up this morning. He said, "Nothing, just, you know..." and started walking with me up the sidewalk. 1/2 way up the block we stopped and I told him I had some beer and cigarettes if he wanted - found this to be a good hook. He nodded, we came up to my apartment where I had black-on-white straight porn playing and ottoman in front of TV with lube and towel on the floor - always prepared. He lit up, I gave him a beer, slammed one myself, grabbed another. His dick was hard in his pants so I said, "I got a $20 if you want to fuck me," and laid a bill on the table. He nodded, set his beer down, dropped his pants, and I knelt and sucked on his dick while he drank, smoked, and kept watching. His dick was a grower for sure as it got even bigger to bout 9.5, so when I felt like he was hard I got on the ottoman, stuck some lube in my ass, hit the poppers and waited. The guy stood up, did not even ask about a condom or my status, worked his dick in my hole and started matching the video stroke for stroke. He was pretty quiet, grunted when he came after about 10 minutes of slow steady fucking, I reached back with a towel but he said, "No, leave it in." He continued to fuck till he got hard again and this load took even longer. Glad I had the poppers. My ass plopped when he pulled out, I told him there was a wash cloth by the sink. He just shook his head, pulled his pants up, sat back down, lit up a cigarette and asked for another beer. I offered him my number, he just shook his head no and left. My ass is now full of hot cum and hope I run into him again.