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Friday, August 12th 2016 I am a m2f trans and I am uncontrollably turned on by being treated like a slut. The dirtier the better! I love to be used by men and because of that I am incredibly turned on by quick shooters and the pump dump and run type. Your pleasure does not matter. You are just a hole. Feeling slutty one morning at work, I posted the below ad to craigslist an hour before I got off. "Slut trans bottom wants Cock Looking for today.. Older is fine and quick shooters really turn me on! Into slapping, spanking, spitting, cock sucking, rough fucking and being held down while a load is fucked into me. Pierced tops are a huge plus" A 30 year old guy replies to my craigslist ad within the hour. All it says is that he wants to pin me down and fuck his load into me. Cock pic attached and it looks good. He says 9" but who knows. I send some pics and ask out where he is. Surprise! He lives where 2 other hookups were, an old 70yo man and another younger trans girl that literally fucked the cum out of me. I show up in shorts and no bra to hide my growing breasts. He answers the door, smiles and lets me in. ohhmg he is good looking! We exchange small talk I can't even remember now as he leads me to his darkened room and starts undressing. He lays back and strokes his growing cock while I strip in front of his bed. Wow. It looked hefty and it was definitely thick. Horny for his beautiful member I walk over and grab his cock without any encouragement. Unable to hold back I bend over and immediately take him inside my mouth.. He tastes clean and his precum covers my tongue. His cock is thick and warm in my hands as I guide it into my mouth. I gag a bit as I take him deeper and he moans. My throat wets his cock even more and I suck and swallow him as far as I can, licking his cock up and down. He pulls me onto the bed and I straddle him and his hard cock pokes into my bottom. He fondles my nipples and pinches them as I lean in and we start making out. His cock flexes under me and I moan into his mouth as I roll my ass into him, silently begging for him to enter me. He pulls back and makes me lay on my stomach as he straddles my ass and pins my legs down, instinctively moving into my favorite position where you are most submissive. He squirts some lube onto himself and without a word he leans forward and pushes his fat bare cock into me. "uummngg" I moan, loudly and enthusiastically as his thick cock spreads me open and starts going inside. With just slight resistance my hole opens to accept him and his warmth fills me. "You like that slut?" He asks, and in response I moan and raise my ass up into him forcing all 9" of his fat cock inside me until he bottoms out making me gasp. "fuuck yes" I groan, enjoying the feel of him all the way in at the perfect spot that is just barely too deep. He pulls back and slides back into me 2 more times slowly. "I'm going to cum inside you..." he whispers in my ear "Right..... NOW!!" He immediately gives deep short thrusts making sure to stay hilted balls deep inside of me as he is filling me up with hot seed. He grabs my breasts and pinches my nipples sharply making me moan into his bed and grab onto the mattress. "ohh god unnhg yes!" I gasp, mostly in surprise because he was barely inside me for 2 full strokes. His cock feels so big and warm inside me I only feel pleasure knowing he is filling me. I can feel myself getting wetter as his cum continues to get fucked into me. His thrusts increase and he keeps fucking me for another minute as his cock slowly softens. I make sure to tighten my wet hole around him as I try to keep him inside me as long as possible. Right as I feel him pulling out and he is about to escape I push back into him more and take him all the way again. He slips out all the way and I remain on my stomach with my ass partially arched to keep his hot seed inside me without making a mess. He is already standing and getting dressed. Inside I smile as this is exactly what I wanted. Happy as can be I get up and slip my panties on followed by my shorts and tank. I tell him he can have a repeat performance anytime he wants and he says he will email me his number. We part and I head home carrying his seed inside me feeling like a complete slut. I have been with quick shooters before but he was by far the fastest and it caught me by complete surprise. It was even more of a turn on to be used by a big cock that lasted less than 30 seconds inside me. Barely 5 minutes had passed since we met for the first time at his door and I was already driving home with his load inside me not even know his name. I insert a butt plug I wore on the way there and head home still horny, feeling used and with a smile on my face. Never did find out his name..
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I got to the bathhouse at 4:30pm. Pretty quiet, but not dead. Sucked lots of cock, but nobody came in my mouth -- I think they were saving up for later. Got in the sling for a bit, but again no takers despite the fact that my sweet ass was pre-lubed in my Nasty Pig jock for the taking. At about 6:00pm, I was thinking about leaving when a pale twink with glasses walked by, also right next to the public sling. Looked 18-20, skinny, geeky. This is all literally true - somewhat inspired by what I would like to do to a bisexual fuck buddy that I sometimes meet with at home but want to take to the bathhouse. I grabbed the twink from behind as he walked past me. I felt his hairless body, removed his towel, and ate his ass. Tangy hole. I knew it was going to be a dirty fuck. He got into the expert asslicking. I got up, grabbed him by the shoulders, and walked him to the sling. I helped him get his ankles into the stirrups. Ate his ass some more, crowd gathered, and I fucked him raw. Used the sling to pull him into me. Totally controlled his ass. When he said stop or slow down, I kept going or sped up. Kind of dirty, so we had to cut it short. I walked around some more, found a super handsome and lean guy that had been wandering for a while. Followed him into the dry sauna and sucked his cock. Still no cum. Glorious uncut white meat, tho. I went on patrol to find the twink. No luck. Sucked some more. Went back on patrol. Found twink getting fucked by a stocky black guy in the corner of the gloryhole room. Twink was sucking a dude, and also getting his boymeat sucked. There was a crowd, but when black guy pulled out, I went straight to work. Ate twink hole. Surprisingly clean -- I think I cleaned him out earlier (and he must have had other help, plus maybe he douched). Fucked twink. Rough fuck. I like a crowd. Twink forgot about the cock that he had been sucking and devoted his efforts to encouraging me to fuck him hard and harder still. Everybody watched. Twink literally said Cum In Me, Sir, out loud. I made him repeat it twice for all to hear, and then I unloaded in him. Showered, left. Had a Frap and pumpkin bread at SBux on the way home.
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TAXI DRIVER **This happened about a month or so ago. I read another post about a taxi driver and that reminded me that I haven’t posted this encounter on here (I did on another site at the time)** Certain things can combine to form a situation that you really didn’t anticipate. One night after drinks with friends and seeing no prospects for the evening, I hopped into a cab to head home. I was tipsy and horny and flying solo. I didn’t really talk to the driver, mainly concentrating on staying awake until I got home. I’m sure if I’d met someone at the bar I would have been wired and up for some all night fuck fun. Since I was going home alone, all I could think about was my bed. As we got closer to my street the taxi driver asked me something, but being so spaced out I had give my head a shake and ask him to repeat himself. He asked me if I had someone waiting for me at home. I said that it was probably just my roommates, though I suddenly could tell he meant something other than just going home to an empty house. He pulled the car off to the side at the end of my block and switched it off. Turning around I actually got a good look at him for the first time. Not great looking, but not bad, either. His accent was thick, Turkish I think. “You want some company?” he asked me. Even though I didn’t find him all that attractive, I immediately felt a stirring in my pants, and my butt hole convulsed. I had already gone through the trouble of cleaning before going out tonight just in case, and clearly my ass was telling me to do something about it. I glanced up the street and could see that my housemates were definitely home (the lights were on in their rooms), so there was no way I was bringing a strange taxi driver home. My sluttiness is something that is for my knowledge, not theirs. So, I told him my house was out of the question. He kind of lunged over the seat at me and jammed a HUGE tongue into my mouth. He tasted of cigarettes and smelled a little of sweat. And it was turning me on even more (even though I did quit smoking years ago). So I kissed him back, tongues duelling, lots of heavy breathing, and he made very masculine growling noises in the back of his throat that were a fucking turn-on. When we broke the kiss he sat back down in his seat, turned the engine back on and pulled away only to pull into a dark alley behind a closed business. From there he climbed over the seat (I don’t live in a city where they have a wall of plexi glass between you) and was next to me in a flash. His hands were strong as they grabbed at me, pulling me in for another kiss while he took a handful of butt in each hand. I used my free hands to roam and check out what he had going on downstairs. He was rocking a cock that reminded me of his tongue -big and thick. As soon as I got a good feel of his cock, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “Can I fuck you?” “Fuck yeah!” I told him. So there I was, quite drunk, in the back seat of a car with a swarthy man, about to let him fuck me in a dark alley. I do love feeling like a whore and this was doing it for me. While he opened his pants, I managed to work mine down to my ankles and then pull them completely off. Then I just climbed into his lap. He looked at me funny in the eyes. “No condom?” He didn’t seem upset by it, but curious why a guy like me would let a stranger like him enter me without protection. “You need one?” I asked. “No,” he said kind of breathy. He seemed extra excited now that he was going to fuck me bare. He grabbed my ass in his big hands and pulled me closer while he lined his big fat cock up with my hole, and as he kissed me again, he slowly lowered me onto his meat. I had douched but hadn’t lubed, but luckily he was leaking plenty for the both of us. His dick head nudged at my opening a few times to smear some wetness on me, and then he began to rut his hips up to jam more and more of his shaft into my ass. Once I took the big fat head in easily, I knew that I could just take the whole thing. Sometimes my ass surprises me and I can feel it just open up all on it’s own when I’m extra horny. I was probably lubing myself from the inside, too. On his next push up, I pushed down and sat entirely onto his whopper of a dick. Fuck, did I feel full, and damn that was a nice dick! As I sat there for a moment to appreciate the feel of it filling me, I almost laughed when I thought how its always the less attractive men who have the most beautiful cocks. At least that’s been my experience, anyway. Most of the good-looking men I’ve been with had small to average size -nothing wrong with that, either, I’m just saying . . . He seemed thrilled that he was all the way in me so fast, and he went back to growling again while he rutted his hips more, trying to get as much of him into my greedy fuck hole as possible. This wasn’t meant to be a lengthy session, so I got to work, riding that fat dick hard. Fuck, that thing felt so good slamming up into me. He had good staying power because we went on for at least 10 or 15 minutes and he showed no signs of getting close to cumming. I kind of wished that we were in bed for a good night of it -he could really give me a ride if this was how he fucked. He stopped and held me down for a moment and started looking around outside the car. This made me nervous because I thought someone might have found us. The last thing I wanted was to get busted. When I asked him, he said he was just checking if it was all dark around us, and then he lifted me off of his dick and got out of the car, dragging me along with him. He bent me over the trunk and entered me again, grabbing my hips and slamming me hard and deep. Now this was what my ass had been needing! This guy could fuck!! He was bordering on rough/abusive which I like, so it worked for me. Gripping me tight, the only sounds we could hear were the smack, smack, smack of our skin colliding and the odd grunt that we just couldn’t stifle. It was probably 5 minutes of that slam fucking and then he stopped, holding his dick in me, breathing hard. I looked back at him, wondering if he was cumming and I couldn’t feel it. “Did you cum?” I asked him. He smiled a very big smile. “Can I cum in you?” he marvelled. “Go for it, fill me up!” I told him. He instantly went back to slam fucking me for another couple of minutes and then started to growl as I felt his cock explode inside my ass. Damn! He shot so hard it triggered me and my dick started hosing down his license plate! I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling and cursing as my balls emptied on his car, and his emptied into me. His load was definitely proportionate to the size of his big dick and balls. I could really feel his load spraying my insides. Fuck it was heaven!! When he finished, he slowly eased his cock out of my well-fucked hole. As usual, I clamped my hole as tight as I could so I didn’t lose a drop of his precious seed. He pulled his pants back on, handed me mine, thanked me and took off. He didn’t ask me to pay him. I’m not sure which one of us got the tip. It was a good night for both of us.
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A lot of times if I go to a sauna, at one point I’ll go into the glory hole section with my ass lubed and press it up against the hole and wait. There are almost never any takers, although once or twice someone might fuck me for a couple of minutes and then leave, or the guy will try to push my ass away to reach through the hole to grab my cock, which means I will just leave. My experiences with glory holes may simply be bad luck, or maybe I don't quite know how they work, but in any event I’ve never had my ass properly bred through a glory hole, although I've long wanted to. One of the very very few times I’ve topped was through a glory hole and I unloaded in the guy's ass, but I’ve never had it the other way, the way I really want. Until Saturday. The towel was on over the door, and the cubicle next to his was empty, so I walked in, making sure I was careful to leave the door open - it’s fun to let people watch. My ass was nicely lubed with a previous cumshot and I press it up against the hole, and waited. I felt fingers inside me, then his cock, long and slow as he entered me. It’s an interesting experience for me: all I know of him is the feel of his cock starting to fuck inside me, and the sounds he’s making from the other side of the wall. No hands on my body, no words, no gazing into his face. A purely deconstructed fuck. And it felt really good! He had the perfect size cock for my ass, thrusting hard enough to trip my body orgasms but without causing any pain. Niiiice! Some guy has stopped by the open door to watch, and I was making a lot of noise as the guy behind the wall starts to get deep into thrusting in a good rhythm. I pressed my ass hard against the wall and could sense he was doing the same, pressing his hips into the wall to achieve the maximum depth as each of us reached a crescendo. As I was aware the top was getting close, I stared into the eyes of the guy who was watching and shouted loudly “Oh yeah, cum in me!” I found myself repeating the words "Cum in me, cum in me" over and over as I really didn’t have much control. I could already feel the body shivers and orgasmic ripples that accompany a good fuck session and my legs are shaking a bit from pressing my ass against the wall - but no matter. It felt so fuckin' good. Then, simultaneously, I felt a warm rush inside my ass. Yessss! Just as from the other side of the wall I heard a breathless “Mmmmmm!” and “uhhhh!” It was so interesting just to feel the cumshot and hear the sound but nothing else. I pushed my ass hard against the wall, taking the guy as deeply as possible. He kept fucking for a bit longer and then pulled out. He was about to leave his cubicle when, in a split-second, I realised I didn't want to know anything about this man, so I quickly shut the door and looked away. Weirdly, it felt as if I was hiding. Clearly I wasn't ashamed as I was happy to let the other guy watch, but I wanted to preserve the absolute anonymity of the encounter. I heard his door open, and he was gone. I have no idea who he was, how old he was, if he was fit or not. Nothing. But I had was his cumshot in my ass, a flying jizzjoy which left me rock hard and smiling, and the memories of the sounds he made. Perfect.
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I woke up early Sunday morning, made some coffee, and got online to see who was cruising. 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 building’s basement where the laundry room was. No one is ever in there that 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, headphones on 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 headphone off 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 hell 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 passed the blunt my way as he inclined his head. I shrugged, set my laundry detergent down, took the smoke 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 and no offense, 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 and dry. 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 me 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.
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Looking for a video, this film is like filmed in a warehouse, guys cannot see who is fuckung them as they gave their bottom halves of their bodies outside around hole which is covered up so nobody can see anyone, the fuckees are either lay on their backs and their kegs are pinned up open in braces outside or bent over and knees on shelves outside the holes they are in and multiple guys sre just walking up and fucking them. Im really into this anyone know it? Any help would be great, i need a good wank , thanks
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The Taxi Driver Takes His Fare In Trade 2.0
whthole4u posted a topic in General Bareback Sex Stories
The heat in the old, beat up taxi hit me like a hammer, as did the smell of smoke, sweat, and man funk. The back seat sunk a bit as I climbed in and the front seat was pushed so far back I had to struggle to get my feet inside. The taxi was filthy. The front seat was covered with a ton of papers and there was trash on the floor in back. Damn! It was 4:30 a.m., and I had been waiting for a taxi for almost 40 minutes and was already pissed off as I was having to head home after a weekend full of bare dick and lots of cum. I was also a little wet as the weather had turned cold, and there was a light mist coming down. It had been a while since I had seen Derrick the first time as told in the story “Fun at the seedy motel.” (https://breeding.zone/topic/36021-fun-at-the-seedy-motel/?hl=seedy) Derrick was back in town and staying at the same seedy motel off New York Avenue and he had just spent the weekend sharing my ass with several other big, raw dicks. That’s a story for later, for now, as the driver put the taxi in gear and headed out of the parking lot, I could only regret that I had to leave and get back home to get ready for work. As the street lights showed through the car windows, and the cum in my ass continued to work itself into the lining of my guts, my thoughts were interrupted when the taxi driver asked, “Do you mind if I smoke?” “I don’t care, go ahead,” I said as I took notice of the driver. He was about 40, jet-black hair, looked like he may be Indian, or Pakistani, nice beard, and a thick accent. Smoke filled the cab as he exhaled and asked, “You been partying tonight? Going home now? You know that motel is a pretty bad place?” I was in no mood for playing 21 questions and abruptly replied, “Yeah, I know it’s bad, that’s why I was there. I was there partying and taking as much raw dick and as I could find and now I have to head home, but am still horny as fuck!” The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror at me and did not reply, and I just stared out the window feeling frustrated. I was not really paying attention when the taxi stopped at a corner, turned, and then immediately went through a chain linked fence gate into a large parking lot. I sat up, wondering where we were and said, “Hey man, is this a short cut or something?” The driver did not answer as we drove past a bunch of commuter buses, a line of decommissioned taxis and some other vehicles. He turned left and stopped at the end of a row of buses and turned the car off. The driver opened his door, got out, then opened the driver’s side back seat door and climbed in back of the taxi with me, immediately unzipping his pants, pulling them down his hips a little bit and said, “Come on, suck me.” Awesome! I was so dick hungry and wasted no time as I gobbled his long, uncut dick up and started sucking him good. His dick was nice and meaty, fucking long foreskin, and really hairy with tufts of fur coming half way up the shaft. I had to keep stopping and pulling hair out of my teeth and after a couple of half-hearted efforts to do so, mentally said fuck it, and just focused on sucking him. The taxi driver leaned back, placed his right hand on the back of my head and began bucking his hips to feed me his dick. I massaged his big hairy balls, which were now pulled up tight and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I wanted his cum in my ass, but any load was better than none, so I opened wide and swallowed his nutt deep. He moaned loudly as I milked his dick, forcing his balls to give me more. The chunky load tasted like wild game meat – strong, intense, with a wild gamey flavor! When I was satisfied he was done cumming, I started to pull off his dick, but he pushed my head back down and said, “No, get me hard. I can go again.” No problem there. I made myself a little more comfortable and got back to work, enjoying the taxi driver’s raw dick. As I swirled the remnants of his load in my mouth and used it to spit up his dick. By now the windows of the taxi were totally fogged up, but I was not concerned at all about being caught. The place seemed quiet and truth be told, neither of us apparently cared. Certainly all I could think about was getting more dick, and presumably the driver just wanted to blow another load. In a few minutes he was fully hard again and I focused on working my tongue around his dick head, which seemed really sensitive. As I was flicking my tongue in his piss slit, he pushed my head away, hiked up his pants and said, “Come on.” I crawled out of the back seat of the taxi, closed the door, and followed the driver around the front of the car and down to the side of the last bus in the row. He stepped between the bus and chain linked fence, had me step around him, and then he pulled open the bus door, which was already slightly ajar. By the time I got into the bus, the driver was already dropping his pants and his big uncut dick was ready and waiting – stiff as a fucking board. I went to get on my knees when the taxi driver ordered, “No.” I stopped, not sure what he wanted or meant, but took a chance, dropped my pants, and presented him ass. My white ass shown like the full moon in the pale light inside the bus, and I put my hands on the back of the seats on either side of the aisle and bent over as far as I could. “DO YOU STILL HAVE CUM UP THERE?” THE TAXI DRIVER ASKED, “TELL ME HOW THE GUYS FUCKED YOU. TELL ME HOW YOU WERE BAD. TELL ME ABOUT THE CUM THE GUYS BLEW IN YOUR ASS.” “I have so much cum in my ass,” I told him, “They fucked me over and over just to lube me up for you. All big, black, super long dicks. Want to feel their black cum? Want to fuck me? Want to shoot your cum up there too?” The taxi driver answered by pulling my cheeks apart and rubbing his dick head around my wet hole. He reached down and I turned and saw him fishing around in his pants pocket as he pulled out a condom and stood up and began tearing it open. “No man,” I said, “No condom, just fuck me raw. I want to feel you push the cum deeper and then I want yours too. PLEASE. Then I will suck you again. I promise. I will lick you clean.” The driver still hesitated, so I enticed him, saying “Think how good it will feel to just fuck my ass. I bet it has been a long time since you felt a nice hot hole milk your dick, hasn’t it? Just try it. Stick it in and if you don’t like then we can stop and you can put that on.” I bent back over, pulled my cheeks apart, and waited as the taxi driver thought about what I said. What was he thinking about? His wife? The risk? I didn’t care. I just wanted it bareback and started moving my ass around a bit as my hunger heated up. I reached back, found his still raw dick. He did not stop me. I aligned his now very hard dick with my wet hole. Still he didn't stop me. Moving my my hand aside, I backed up on to his raw dick. I distinctly heard his cock head pop into my wet ass. Nope. He did not stop me. Now I began to work my hole and ride his dick. The taxi driver grabbed the seats as I rode his dick bareback. His moaning and groaning told me he would not be stopping until he shot his load in me, so I focused on flexing my hole and giving him some ass to remember. I thought he would last a while since I had swallowed a huge load already, but he didn’t, and soon his breathing and moaning picked up its pace. “GIVE ME YOUR CUM, THAT’S IT, THAT’S IT, ADD YOUR LOAD TO MY ASS, COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME!” The driver tensed and without saying a word his dick swelled and he gave me a hot sticky load up my ass. I flexed my ass and rode him, making his breaths came out in little bursts of air. I pulled my dripping ass off his dick, knelt down, and took his whole dick in my mouth to lick him clean. He was still grabbing the back of the bus seats when I finished and stood up. The taxi driver let out a big sigh, and I smiled and said, “See, I told you that you would enjoy that.” We climbed out of the bus and got back in the taxi. The driver lit up a cigarette and was enjoying the afterglow, but I was still horned up and asked, “Can you fuck again? I want some more man.” He laughed, shook his head no, but a minute later put his cigarette out, dialed his phone, and started speaking to someone in a language I did not know. The driver hung up, lit another cigarette, and by now I was just getting aggravated and wanted to go home. I was about to try to entice him for another round when the taxi driver interrupted me, asking “Do you want some more fucking?” Of course I did. I had told him as much, answering “Yeah man, I love being fucked and taking cum and would love some more.” He nodded, hit his cigarette some more, and when he was about half way through the inside of the taxi was lit up as a set of headlights that started coming towards us down the parking lot aisle. The taxi driver looked in his rear view mirror, got out, and when the other car stopped he walked around to the driver’s side. The other car was a taxi too and as they were talking a third taxi pulled up behind the second one and a guy got out to join the two drivers. I was not sure what was going on but soon my taxi driver came back, opened the back door and said, “My friends, they want to have fun too, “and then in a lower voice, “They want to cum too, no condom. I told them you would ask them wear one, but they should pretend to, and then when you bend over to do it without. OK?” I smiled wide and said, “FUCK YEAH! I can play that.” I climbed back into the bus, pulled my pants off, and bent over. My ass was nice and wet and was about to get some more raw, anonymous dick from a couple of horny taxi drivers and if I was lucky maybe I would get a gut full of piss to op my tank off. Looked like my weekend was going to end pretty well after all and the taxi driver better not charge me a fare when he drops me off at home, although I think I will give him a nice tip. -
I'm staying at the Executive Inn, 1238 Gordon highway. I'll be available from check in time until check out time Sunday. I'll have porn playing on the TV, watch it while my mouth or clean tight ass takes your load.
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I'm near Dallas and have a huge fetish for fucking and in general using big white guys (from slightly chubby to really fat) any age young to old. I find that a chubby guy is usually very willing to do whatever it takes to get laid. I kind of like the lack of self esteem and smell of desperation they can have. So many guys are into skinny, muscled or fit guys when a fat guy can be a much easier and less attitude of a lay. That said, I can't find many in the area. I also really like their small dicks. It's definitely very emasculating for them while of course beefing up my own ego. I'm very non-attitude type of guy, but I enjoy the role of being the object of affection and sex for those less visually "perfect". I have one nearby that I use exclusively as for a good anonymous blow and a really good tight hole to fuck, but would love to have some variety. Maybe we can even swap or share some guys. Anyway, if you're a big guy or just also into big guys...let's chat!- 16 replies
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Yesterday afternoon I was laying on a mattress on the sitting room floor, wearing nothing but a jock strap and a blindfold, as I heard the car turn into the drive. I got up on hands and knees with my ass towards the door, showing off the hole as much as possible, and then I heard the front door open and close and the sound of a person undressing. I took a few hits of poppers, and then I pressed my shoulders into the mattress and reached back with both hands to pull my ass cheeks as far apart as possible to show off my smooth little hole that I had lubed VERY liberally in advance so he literally just had to shove his cock inside me and start fucking. His cock head felt rather large when it pressed against my hole, and there was a sharp pain as it entered me. My little cry, followed by a pained moaning, apparently excited him, because in response he shoved his cock balls-deep in me! Oh fuck, it was big... He had claimed online that it was just under 9 inches, so obviously I had expected it to be 8 inches, making allowances for "online measurements" versus actual measurements - but it was definitely larger than expected, both in length and girth! I had to let go of my ass cheeks and take another couple of hits of poppers, trying desperately to hold the bottle steady as the large cock was fucking me deep, fast and hard. When we had been messaging he had told me he just wanted to unload, so it didn't take many minutes before the fucking got more frantic and I knew I was about to receive his load. There came a final deep thrust, and then he remained balls-deep in me as I felt his cock pulse. He stayed deep in me for a good 10 seconds as his cock kept pulsing and I felt his sperm shoot deep into my guts. I heard him dress, then the door slammed and soon I heard his car drive off again. I collapsed on the mattress, still with my bred asshole in the air so the load wouldn't run out, and after a few moments I drifted off to sleep and woke up two hours later, having dreamt of large cocks and large loads delivered deep inside me. Perhaps he can be persuaded to load me up again some other time; that cock was amazing, and the only room for improvement is that I'd have loved him to fuck me for much, much longer, perhaps giving me several loads in the process... We'll see...
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Picture it. 2005. My spouse and I, 20 years of togetherness. Both of us are HIV neg. We bareback each other, and are generally monogamous except for when we play together (or on my occasional side trysts to the ABS or sex grounds at the local park). Anyhow, we were on vacation In Hawaii, specifically in Oahu. Vacation means, well, vacation. On the occasions I can get my usually-very-vanilla-husband to do anything different, vacation can be a good time, especially as we are both more relaxed when away from home. I’m definitely the kinkier, and likely the hornier of the two of us, so I had done my research. In the past when traveling we've visited sex clubs in New York, Prague, Hong Kong, and Dallas, but on this occasion, when driving across Oahu, I suggested we stop at an adult bookstore in Wahiawa about which I had read interesting reviews. As it was mid-day, I thought it might be a long shot, but as the place was quite literally on our route around the island, there wasn't any downside to stopping in. Upon entering the place we found the typical ABS set up: a register with some retail shelves up front, and in back there was a small hallway off of which was a line of doors for each of the numerous individual viewing booths. The place was small and clean, but it was empty. So we waited. After some time we heard some movement and the soundtrack from a video emanating from the only occupied booth. So we waited so more. After some more time, I was getting bored, especially knowing we had a relatively busy day planned, so I suggested to my spouse "Hey, why don’t we go into adjoining booths, and I’ll blow you through the glory hole in between the two booths?" He liked that idea, probably because I don't usually particularly enjoy sucking his dick as he almost never comes that way, so it turns-out feeling too much like work, or sort of like what I imagined foreplay with a woman would be like. In any event I don't often blow him, but under the circumstances it seemed like the best way to salvage the visit, and, after all, fair is fair. He goes in the booth at the end of the hall, and I slip into the next one, still no one in sight. I scrape the chair out of my way and I’m down on my knees. He unzips, pulls his flaccid dick out, puts his crotch to the hole. Mine for the taking. I hear him pressing buttons trying to find a video he likes. I don’t care what’s on my screen. There’s a gay movie on and the moaning and sex sounds are perfect. God I love these places. My bf likes to be blown slow, especially at first. So I fondle his dick. I smell it. I take his balls in my palm and pull forward on his dick, nuzzling it with my nose and making it grow. As his shaft lengthens, I can get the head in my mouth, ever so gently. I go to work on that spot on the underside, right where the head, the shaft, and the hole all come together. No man can resist that. I swirl my tongue around it and feel his erection fill out fully hard. Now I can really get that dick wet. I wrap my teeth with my lips and slide all the way down, getting it slippery with spit. He’s not a big pre-cummer my bf. So I bang the back of my throat a little as I’m gently going up and down on it. I want some of my throat snot to get things really viscous. His dick is getting harder, wetter, and more into a rhythm going in and out of my mouth. Oh yeah we are getting somewhere. . . Not too long and I get a little light flash in the corner of my eye. I hear a door behind me close and the partition superstructure shake. I pull off my bf’s dick to look. There behind me in the glory hole to the booth on the other side of mine is this face. HOLY FUCK. It’s this jarhead face. Gone in a second. FUCK MAN! HOT SOLDIER BOY. There are some sort of barracks near here aren’t there? My heart skipped a beat. That haircut never lies. I imagine one of dozens of tumblr pictures - a soldier boy, in the desert, waving a gun, dick out, friend taking a pic of it. FUCK man THINK FAST. Hot solider in the booth next to me. C’MON FAST!! Boyfriend’s spit shiny junk is in my hand, with my spit dripping down the hair on his balls. I let go with a squeeze. Stand up. Drop my shorts. Turn around. Put my ass at the hole and I trace down it with his dick. He loves my ass. This’ll distract him. And I just want to SEE the soldier. Just a peek. I’m feeling his hand on my ass. Boyfriend took that hint. He’s caressing it. Spreading my cheeks. I’m bending over to look in the glory hole beyond. UNF. I feel a hot breath on my hole. BF loves sticking tongue in me. Makes me a little squirrelly, so we don’t do it that often. My focus is across the way anyhow. I see movement. He’s too close to see his face again. And it’s dark. Bless whoever designed this place. Perfect size. I have my ass at one hole and my face at the other. I hook a finger through, and try to look up. FUCK I feel my spouse’s tongue in my ass. But the soldier . . . unzipping his pants . . . hand goes in . . .wrestles out his already hard dick. It is maybe seven inches, curves up, reminds me of my cousin's (that's a different story). My mouth waters. HOT DAMN He puts it through the hole, downy covered nuts and all. I stroke down it with my hand. Powder soft and dry. Once. Twice. Watch it bob. I find that spot between his balls where his juices originate and work a finger up up the underside of his shaft. Fuck yes! A huge drop of precum appears. So tempting to eat. But I rub it around the mushroom head. It makes his dick dance and quiver. Slippery. Musky. Ready to suck. I start going down on the shaft and HUH there's my partner's dick pressing at my backdoor. My mind swoons with dick sensation overload. I rarely get fucked, and never starting bent over like this. NEVER have though a glory hole. Have I ever been spit roasted? Brace yourself! Think about the dick in your mouth! Dont lose rhythm! Fuck! He pushes into my ass. The pain! Ah, but the smell of the dick in front of me. I'm trying to flex and relax both, letting the dick work into my ass. My own dick is rock hard bobbing around, drooling webs of precum all over the place. "Some pig", it might spell out on the floor. Here I am on vacation, mid day, in a booth in the dark, with my bf's cock in my ass, and a soldier's in my mouth. And I want cum from both. I am getting into a rhythm with the dick stroking in and out of my ass. My mouth stroking up and down on the dick in front of me. You know how there’s blowing a dick, and then there’s blowing a dick to cumpletion? I mean in my experience there is a point where you know the dick in your mouth can cum that way. When it starts juicing? When the hips start bucking? I knew that soldier was going to feed me his load. When - damn - suddenly no dick in my ass and <poke poke> my bf is poking me on the ass cheek with his finger. I do NOT want to lose momentum on the dick in front of me. But reluctantly, I pull off and turn around to ask my spouse “What?!” My ass is there at the solider’s side. “There’ rub it against that” is what I was thinking. Up to this point I’d swapped plenty of glory hole head, but never fucked through one. UNF the soldier slides his dick right in me. HOLY FUCK A STRANGE DICK UP MY ASS BAREBACK. I push back on it. Rock hard 20 something soldier dick. Inside me. Not what I’d planned. I wince and hide what’s going on from my bf’s view. He would FREAK at a stranger’s raw dick inside me. “I can’t cum this way,” my boyfriend says. “I am going to rinse off.” “Is it dirty?” I ask. “No,” he replies. “But you know me. This is too much.” Vanilla is as vanilla does. “Okay, I’ll go next,” I say. And he’s out his booth door. I hadn’t even focused on the soldier cock stroking in and out of me. I squeeze my ass and look over my shoulder. His fingers are grasping the top of the partition between us for leverage. He’s speeding up, hitting it harder. My thoughts are filled with his flared mushroom head wondering if it’d swell up get hard and red before he shoots? I was thinking of his precum in the back of my throat climbing up out my nose, now in my ass making it slick making it ready. Use that hole man. He gets louder louder UHNN UHHN I press back hard willing it wanting it. UHHNN UHHN He STOPS. I feel the twitch. My ass goes from lubed to wet. I feel the fluid filling me. FUCK! First time . . . a stranger unloading in my ass. Should I be scared? Guilty? UHHN he rocks it back and forth making me feel it squish - his dick in its own ejaculate. Rapidly softening he slips it out of me. Fuck! What have I done? My spouse is coming back in like a minute and I . . . Standing there with my legs shaking, my dick is a sticky mess I haven’t touched it, but there’s plenty of lube. In ten strokes I push a finger from my other hand in my hole and feel the soldier’s load there. I BLAST one of the largest loads of my life onto the laminate partition wall. It trails down and pools on the floor. I said this place was clean. Too bad. I hope it’s still there for the next guy. Maybe the clerk will come lick it up? There’s my bf’s face at the hole. “C’mon, let’s go.” “I’m coming! Just a sec. Let me clean up a little here . . .” On the way out, he says to me, “ Hey did you hear that one guy cumming? Someone was having fun.” He has no idea.- 15 replies
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Part 1 – Warren the Drug Dealer Gets me High, Fucks me Higher: I first met Warren in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped out – Part 2 THE FRANKLIN SQUARE BOYS DICK ME DOWN. Dwayne and Malcolm and had pimped me out and invited Warren over who got me high, then fucked the shit out of me. Warren was black, about 25 or so, taller than me but skinny, with his hair braided in long neat rows, baseball cap tilted to the side, close cropped beard, no shirt on and white t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket when I met him. He had lots of tattoos and showed up with some white kid that he told me he had infected and was killing with his cum as he loaded me up with his toxic load in my ass. It had been several days since my weekend with those boys and a lot had happened. Dr Mike had me quit my job, given me a contract to work for him, and set me out to find more of the nastiest infected dick and cum that the city had to offer as I had to elevate my treatment program. I had told Dr Mike about Warren and he said I needed to take a trip to Franklin Square and make sure my biohazard ass got used well and good by his crew– no limits beyond no fisting. Franklin Square is a park in the center of downtown DC, several blocks from the White House. High-priced law firms, fancy restaurants, and offices surround the Square, but the park itself is pretty rundown and the hangout of choice for a number of the city’s homeless and drug dealers. I went to Franklin Square a couple times, walked around, and finally after asking several guys, was directed to an alley behind a high-class office building that housed one of the largest political lobbying groups in the city. I could see Warren had a couple guys working for him dealing drugs who were posted at ends of the alley by the big yellow, metal bollards that protected the edges of the buildings from any trucks that might accidently hit them. The guys took care of most of business at the ends of the alley, sending a runner back to the loading dock where I was told Warren camped out to get what was needed. Folks in the park said there was always a couple other guys hanging around with Warren who were there to protect the stash and that they were all bad motherfuckers and no one to trifle with. Unlike most alleys, this one was a dead end as it opened into a small “L” shaped lot behind the building, big enough for delivery trucks to drive in and back up to the dock and just a couple cars to park, so no one went back there who wasn’t meant to be there. The only other way out was a gated walkway between two buildings on the other side that was also covered by some of Warren’s boys. I decided to try the alley, approached one of the guys, and told him I was there to see Warren. He said, “I don’t know no one named Warren, now you here to do some business or if not, step the fuck off.” I shook my head and said, “Look man, Warren invited me personally for his own business, so unless you want me to start hollering his name to get his attention, maybe you could send your friend back to tell him I am here?” The guy nodded to the runner kid who took off and was back within a minute. The kid nodded, and the guy let me pass. Even though it was about 3:30 p.m., the alley was fairly dark due to the tall buildings and I could see that Warren was waiting for me in the middle of the alley, with a couple other guys, all young, as I approached. He laughed and shook his head and said as he took the cigarette out of his mouth, “Well well well, if it ain’t my little white slut. Look boys, this here’s the cunt I was telling you about, what brings you down to Franklin Square?” Even though there were no windows in the backs of the buildings, I was nervous and did not really feel like talking in the middle of the alley, so asked if we could speak someplace more private. Warren looked around, smiled, nodded towards the loading dock and I followed him up the stairs. There were a couple folding chairs, a small box between them with a couple black dinner plates full of cigarette butts, a college dorm sized-fridge full of beer and liquor with a big orange extension cord running to a side wall, and a beat up radio with a wad of aluminum foil on the end of the antenna playing mostly static with the occasional clip of music. Warren sat, pulled out a baggy, dumped some cigarette butts off a plate, poured out some lines and offered them to me along with a well used rolled up dollar bill. I sniffed the lines, felt the burn kick in and the rush and sat back and let out a big breath. Damn!! That shit made me horny just like that! Warren took a hit and I asked him, “Isn’t it kind of risky being back here? What if someone comes out of the building? What about the guards?” He snorted, wiped his nose and said, “Some of my best customers work in this building, and more close by, so prime real estate and they get all their deliveries early in the morning. The guards – shit – they just boys from the hood that they pay minimum wage to sit on their ass and walk the halls once every 2 hours. A little green, a little weed, some pussy of any flava on the side and these boys are no worry. Frankly they look out for us, part of the protection crew.” The plate was offered to me again, and I realized I wanted to be all in and not beat around the bush, so did another line as Warren asked me again, “So, why you down my way?” I looked Warren square in the eye and said, “Just trying to be a white slut for your cum, and you promised you could get me as much of it as I wanted, so how bout it BOY – you think you can get your shit up?” Warren laughed, set the plate down and walked over by a stack of wooden pallets that had been covered with old, blue moving blankets. I followed and looked behind the pallets at the pretty good-sized area that was partially enclosed by them and a cinder block wall that jutted out. The area was about 15x10 feet and the concrete floor was covered by a bunch of flattened cardboard boxes with a couple more moving blankets strewn about. There were some old condoms scattered around, cigarette butts, used needles, and a bottle of rum, so this place clearly saw regular use for all kinds of shit. While I was taking this in, Warren unbuckled his jeans and as his 11-inch dick plopped out. He whacked it a couple times to wake his monster up and said, “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT I GOT UP!” I stepped closer, gave Warren a cocky smile, spit twice on his dick, and said, “Yeah yeah, all I am hearing is talk man, just talk.” Warren snarled at me while I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them around my ankles, and braced my hands on my knees. He shook his head and said, “Get those damn things off, I want you naked like a good slut should be,” Warren spat out. He then tried spitting on my hole, but hit my back. He spit in his hand instead and shoved a wet finger up my ass. “Oh yeah, feel that nice pink hole grab my finger – damn! You know what I like, now push that shit out so I can see what I get to run up in,” Warren said. He then stepped away from me and hollered, “Yo Tommy, bring my plate over to me!” and stepped back and spit and gave me two fingers. He was fingering my ass when I heard someone walk up. The other guy did not say a word, but Warren snorted, snorted again, rolled his wet fingers on the plate and coated them in white. As Warren then shoved his coated fingers in my pink hole giving me a Franklin Square Special, Tommy walked over in front of me. I glanced side ways at him as he came around. He was tall, skinny, had on jeans, Timberland boots, black t-shirt, and braids with a long, scraggly beard and a nice smile as he held out the plate for me with his right hand. I took the dollar bill, which now had a pretty wet end from going in Warren’s nose. I sniffed two lines, set the bill back and braced myself as the shit in my nose and up my ass hit me and I was feeling good and fucked up. “Come on man, what are you doing back there? Trying to knit or what?” I said as I laughed. Warren’s other hand flashed out and SLAM, slapped my ass, “Shut the fuck up! Tommy, let me see that plate, going to get this fucker flying so you and me can get buck wild up on that hole, you hear me? He likes it shoved up his little pink hole, damn look at that!!! That pink hole gets nice and red and puckers right up tight!!! Jesus fuck! Wanna see me fuck him Tommy? Wanna see me tear up that hole? Huh Tommy? Wanna?” As Warren continued babbling to I began to wonder if this guy named Tommy was his friend that he said was locked up in the Prince George’s County jail. My ass was burning hot now and I started to move away from Warren a little when – SLAM – he slapped me again and said, “Damn it! Just stay the fuck where you at. I am going to so fucking beat that ass red later, but right now got a hot load of jizz to shove up your shitter. Give me that hole!” With that Warren slammed his dick into my resisting hole. His 11-inch black raw dick tore my skin as he forced through my ass ring. My ass burned more intently as his dick worked the white powder into my open hole. “GIVE ME THAT BLACK SNAKE, COME ON NOW, JUST FUCK IT, FUCK IT! MAKE THAT SNAKE SPIT, MAKE IT SPIT,” I SAID AS I URGED WARREN ON. “YEAH? YOU WANT THAT GUTTA SNAKE SPITTING UP IN THAT ASS PUSSY? BRUISE THAT HOLE GOOD FOR YOU? GONNA FUCK ROUGH YOU BITCH, GET YOU READY TO MAKE ME SOME MONEY, RIGHT? THAT WHAT YOU WANT? I’M GONNA RUN A TRAIN OF NASTY DICK UP DEEP INTO THAT ASS” WARREN PROMISED. “WANNA MAKE THIS MONEY MAN SOME CASH WITH A TORN UP PINK PUSSY? OH YEAH, THAT’S IT, PUSH BACK ON IT, SHOW ME YOU WANT IT, PUSH BACK, OPEN THAT HOLE, OPEN THAT HOLE, TAKE MY FUCKING CUM, TAKE MY FUCKING AIDS CUM YOU FILTHY SLUT!!!! Warren bred me dirty, raw, and nasty and filled me with a hot thick load of his infected cum. He pulled out of my ass and I turned around to lick him clean, but before I could Tommy got on one knee, leaned in, and sucked Warren to the hilt without blinking. No gag reflex in that throat at all – fuck! He must have learned that happy little trick in prison. Warren saw me looking at Tommy in awe, laughed, and said, “Don’t get it twisted, Tommy here is all man and will fuck you till Sunday with a big black dick just a large as mine, but back here, he’s my bitch and I need to remind him now and again of his place.” Tommy finished cleaning Warren’s dick of my ass juice, Warren zipped up and said, “You two hang and enjoy yourselves a bit. I got some business to take care of and will send the boys out to pass the word that we looking for nasty, raw, and get-up-in-that-hole dick, so come place your order.” Warren chuckled as he said the last part and then headed down the concrete steps to meet up with the other boys. STAY TUNED FOR PART 2- Tommy the Freak and the Train Begins
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Early Bird Gets the Sperm: The never-ending, cold winter had finally vanished. Well technically I guess it was spring, but fuck, it had rained the past two weeks straight and never crept above 50 degrees so still felt like winter. Yesterday - Friday - had been the first warm day in ages, over 80! I knew today everybody would be out and about and enjoying the golden sun and I planned to beat them to the punch as I was up and out the door by 6:15 for a walk down by the river. The sun was peaking through the treetops, dappling the sidewalk as I passed a few of my neighbors out walking their dogs. I was so caught up in just enjoying the weather I did not see the jogger until he was almost right in front of me. Tall, lithe, well defined, and a thick sheen of sweat coating his naked torso that dribble down and made his white jogging pants cling to every curve of his body – and I mean EVERY curve! That’s what stopped me really. I’m a size queen. I admit it. HOLY HELL HE WAS HUNG! Ever have a moment when you just gape in awe and wonder? That was it. Right then. I stumbled, turned, and watched as he jogged a bit further down the sidewalk, drooling for the long, black dick that I could almost smell on the gentle breeze. Damn! Dude was freeballing and there is nothing better than a hot, sweaty, thick black dick that needs a tongue bath to get the day started. I shook my head, cleared the slut-wannabe-cobwebs away and continued on my way. Two blocks more I turned to the west and headed towards the river. Ahead, at the end of that section of the Anacostia Riverwalk Trail, was the Titanic Memorial – a large granite statue with a commanding base and built in benches that jutted out into the river and which served as a reminder of the men who gave their lives on that fateful day for the women and children aboard the doomed ship. A flash of white crossed my vision, I looked up, no it was not a mirage, it was the jogger. He had apparently cut back to the river and was now running up to the Memorial. He stopped, looked at me, stretched his arms way up high in the air, bent over, stood up, twisted to the right, then left, and threw his arms out wide and back together a couple of times. I slowed my pace as I watched, which made the BBC jogger pause, tilt his head, he then smiled, grabbed his long dick in his pants and gave it a good, firm tug. I about stumbled over my own feet at that and then watched as he casually pulled the top of his jogging pants down, his dark hair showing the way to his monster meat. I picked up my pace and could make out the thick base of his shaft. The jogger smiled, let the waistband of his jogging pants snap back, then casually walked behind the Memorial, out of view. FUCK! I walked faster. Not like there was anyplace he could go. River at the back, Fort Leslie McNair at the left, the Riverwalk to the right. I bobbed my head to the right – left – back to the right trying to get a view of him as I hustled up the sidewalk. I was like a sniper on recon checking for any enemy combatants (neighbors walking their dogs) as I tried to find a lock on my target (that big, black bazooka dick). The coast was clear except for a woman up at the corner with some little dog straining to take a shit as she tried to drag it along 4th Street. I swerved to the left, walking faster than a normal pace, and as I came around the back corner of the Memorial, there, casually leaning against the metal slat fence with his naked ass facing the Fort, and his hard dick being stroked for anyone to see who could, was the jogger. Jesus H. Fucking Christ! He just smiled at me with a, “it’s about time,” look, then kept right on stroking. I was not quite sure what to do. Was this a private moment? Did he want company or not? He answered my question when he stood up, put his right hand under his balls and base of his dick and hefted it up and down a few times while looking In 5-seconds flat I was in front of him, on my knees, and opening my lips to taste his salty goodness. I had barely wet his whip up when he tapped me on the shoulder with a silent, “get up.” I stood up, he boldy unbuttoned my jeans, spun me around, spread my white cheeks and spit once, twice, three times into my crack. He roughly ran his finger up and down my warm fleshy mounds then pierced my hole. No permission was asked or granted. He took what he wanted, he owned it, he knew I needed it, and the next thing I felt was his blunt dick head pushing against my puckered ass ring. The jogger grunted – thrust – I gasped – and his dick found purchase in my raw ass. Once he had found his way in the battle was over. The jogger beat his dick against the inside of my ass, stretching me open, pulling my hole apart, ripping his way deeper and deeper as he fucked with abandon. I opened my eyes long enough for a quick scan of my surroundings. Fishing boat far down the river, no one to the left, no one to the right, oh hell there’s some guy walking his dog on the base coming this way! I tried to stand up but the jogger just patted my back and kept on fucking me. I bent my head back down and focused on clenching my hole, milking that big black dick, begging for that cum to coat my insides. The black jogger suddenly HUFFED deep – his dick swelled and exploded up my ass. Volley after volley of thick, creamy, jizz blasted my ass walls. He HUFFED again, angled his dick side to side like he was wiping the tip off inside me, pulled out, snapped his pants back into place and without even a thank you took off at a steady jog. There I was, the morning sun highlighting the glistening load in my ass, the guy on base was now anxiously rubbing his own meat having seen what just went down. My faculties were a little slow to return as I had just been fucked stupid, but when they did, I hiked up my pants, adjusted myself, waved at the guy walking his dog, and walked home happy and content. Yes the old saying is true; the early bird does get the worm and in this case, gets the sperm too!
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Had my first fully anonymous breeding a while back. While I'd barebacked plenty of times before, I'd never hooked up with a stranger. Finally getting the courage, I hopped on craigslist and found a guy hosting at his place, full anon, dark room, door open, ass up. After trading dick and ass pics, he hit me up with the address, and I drove to his place. His door was unlocked and I walked in, headed up the stairs, and, as promised, saw a dark figure on the bed, ass up. He had also left some lube on the night table. I unzipped, slathered the lube on, slid it in and went to town. I never saw the guy's face, but I heard him begging as I held his hips down and destroyed him. When I felt my climax coming, I held him down, slammed as deep as I could and dumped a thick warm load in his guts. Then zipped out, said "Thanks," and left. It was the first time I had breed a random guy, and I can't wait for the first time I am in his position.
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The Thugs From the Library Return 2.0 – Parts 1-4 1. The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In 2. Fucking at the Metro Station – Being Pimped Out 3. Party Moves to My Apartment - My First Fisting and Double Dicking 4. Dr Mike Makes a House Call – The Brother Comes Back Part 1 - The Thugs From the Library Return – The Brother Joins In The main library in downtown DC was a place that a lot of homeless guys hung out when the weather got colder. More importantly for Dr Mike’s purposes (see story – Dr Mike Biohazard or Healer?), it was a good place to get AIDs filled cum up my ass and down my throat. Also because many of the guys were homeless, not only was it dirty, sleazy sex, but a good chance of getting other STDs – new ones, or more infection of the ones I already had. Being an AIDs whore and biohazard for Dr Mike was almost a full time job between all the guys he had me service as part of my treatment program, and my Saturdays were often spent at the library with Carl, who was now lining guys up throughout the week to gang me on Saturdays in the basement. This was all great with me as I was constantly horny and so addicted to raw dick and cum now. Even more, I was addicted to pleasing Dr Mike and chasing the bug – any bug – that could be found swimming around in a hot load of cum. I met the two thugs who ‘ran’ the shady business in the library my first trip there and got their big raw dicks and loads (as told in the story Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library 2.0). They were not homeless, but used the basement reading room as a base for their drug deals in that part of downtown, and assorted other criminal activity as I came to learn the more I hung out there. They looked rough – total street thugs with braids, Tommy Hilfiger coats, tats running up their necks, and both were well over 6”5, and heavy and thick, and young in their early 20s. I had seen them several times since that first Saturday, but they had just nodded, or smiled, and had not tried to fuck me again. I was disappointed as they had great dicks and I thought they were hot and sexy as hell even though they sort of frightened me at the same time and acted like fag-bashers, but Carl always did his best to steer me away from them as he was still pissed about them horning in that first day. The weather was still cool and while that Saturday had been pretty good at the library, and Sunday I took three loads at my apartment, Monday had been a total bust as Hank was supposed to come by my place after I got off work and give me his herpes dick. He didn’t show, so by Tuesday I was horny as hell and needed dick and cum up my ass, so I called into work, told them I was sick, and needed to go get checked – my sickness was a cum and dick craving and the library might be just the place to get it checked out. I got to the library right after they had opened and made my way to the basement. I thought it might be slow, but it was dead, even though it was cold out, no one was around. FUCK! I hit all the usual spots, looking for Carl, Matt the homeless vet who had raped me my first time there, anybody, but no one was around. I finally saw a guy, followed him to the stairwell where all the group action takes place, and while he fucked me, it was quick load and he had a small dick and my ass was hungry for more. I hung out in the stairwell a bit; smelling the mix of cigarette smoke and ashes, piss, cum, sweat, and years of filth. Made me even hornier – damn where was everyone? It was just past 11:00 a.m. and I decided to do one more round and if no luck, was horny enough to go hit the bookstores. As I came out through the main reading room, at their command post were the two thug guys and their crew – the runners who worked the corners dealing drugs. Damn! My cock got hard, my ass twitched, my mouth got dry. I waited until their crew split and there was just one guy left with them who did not appear to be leaving. The third guy was maybe a little younger, and smaller, shorter and skinnier, and he looked like a toddler next to the two thugs. I decided to play it cool, walked past them, said, “Hey guys,” and headed to the bathroom where they had fucked me the first time hoping they would follow. I got into the bathroom, and waited, and waited, and waited. I pulled out a small bottle of vodka from my backpack and took a few gulps to loosen me up just in case they showed. Nothing. Damn! So I walked back through the reading room and this time got a better look at the new guy. Yeah, younger for sure, he had tats like they did, and also one tear drop under his left eye. He had on a Redskins jersey and a close cropped haircut. Not really handsome – yet – but cute. Looked like he was trying to play rough and thug, where the two thugs definitely were! I waited in the stairwell and again, nothing. They did not seem to have followed me. Fuck this, time to go find some dick at the bookstore and as I opened the stairwell door to head back out, about 2 feet away was the thug who I never knew his name. He was ‘the mean thug’ I called him in my mind, had about 9-inches, thick, and Lionel, the other big one, was the one I liked more. I stood there with the door open, not sure what to do and was sort of surprised. The thug stepped up to me and said, “What you doing down here slut? This ain’t your day faggot? We down here doing business, gotta get that lunch crowd hooked up you know? So, now like I asked, what you doing down here?” As he was talking he had kept walking and I had backed into the stairwell. I mumbled something about seeing what’s going on and he snarled, “Faggot bitch.” It was then I noticed the new guy had followed us into the stairwell. Yeah, he was only about 5”7, maybe 150. Oh hell, this was not good. Not that I could have taken the mean thug, but two dudes beating me up was not something I was looking forward to. “Well faggot, what’s going on is you opening that mouth, giving me some head,” the mean thug said. I just stood there looking at him and the guy behind him. The thug turned, saw the little dude and said, “This my brother Brock, fucker should be in school, but he just turned 18, so now it’s time he joined the family business. Show him what you got kid.” Brock stepped forward, hiked up his Redskins jersey, undid his belt, let his pants drop, and was swinging a fat 10 inch dick. He may be little, but dude was packing! I knelt down, hefted his dick, opened my mouth and started to suck his dick. Brock started bucking his hips and trying to jack fuck my throat. I put my hands up to try to ease him off, but he just jabbed jabbed jabbed and I was no longer sucking as he just shoved his dick in and out of my mouth. The mean thug had lit up a smoke and was watching, but now threw his cigarette onto the floor, stamped it out, and said, “B – ease up – let the faggot do his work, if a faggot is good for anything it’s sucking dick – well OK – they got some good pussy too sometimes – he does anyways – now step off and let me show you.” Brock stepped away as the thug undid his pants, and fed me his dick. He let me work it good and I was rewarded with a hot load of cum. A nice load in my ass, one down my throat, the day may turn out OK after all. I did not know if the mean thug had a toxic load or not and right then just wanted more. Little did I know what was in store. I followed the thug and Brock back out to the reading room. When we got to the table the thug rubbed his crotch and laughed as he told Lionel, “Yo man, we told the faggot that there’s a working tax if he’s going to be turning his little pussy out down here didn’t we? What do you think? Time to make him pay up?” Lionel chimed in and said, “Yeah, told him it was going to cost him one way or the other.” Pay up? I just sucked him off, what else did they expect. Part 2- Fucking at the Metro Station – Being Pimped Out They all got their shit together, told me to come with them, and I followed them out of the library, down to 9th Street where we stopped in a liquor store and I paid for a big bottle of vodka and a bottle of Jamaican Rum, which they opened on the street and started taking turns drinking from. I opened my small vodka bottle and polished off what was left. We then walked a couple blocks and down into the Gallery Place Metro Station. I figured they wanted me to follow them to their place on the subway/Metro. “Give me a $20,” Lionel said. I pulled out my wallet, handed him a $20 and when we got by the fare card machines, the mean thug held me back while Lionel went up to the glassed in booth and spoke to the station manager. I could not hear what they said, but Lionel nodded at me and I saw him slip the manager the $20 and the manager then handed him some keys. Lionel came back, we walked towards the fare gates and just before we got to them – off to the right was an unmarked door. We stopped, Lionel looked to the station manager in the booth who held up two fingers, Lionel then took the keys, opened the door, and we went in. We were inside a dark hallway that was dusty, cold, and full of boxes, metal escalator treads, wet floor cones, a couple of buckets with mops, and other stuff. We walked down the hall, turned right into another hall, and at the second door down Lionel used another key and unlocked the door and we all stepped inside. This room had one fluorescent light hanging from the concrete ceiling, a bunch of boxes, piles of what looked like trash, and towards the back on the floor was a dirty mattress from a twin bed. The mattress was stained red and brown and there a couple folding chairs, a box with an ashtray full of cigarette butts, and a big role of paper towels like you would find in a bathroom. We must have been right beside the furnace room as the noise from the heating ducts and pipes was pretty loud. The mean thug spoke up once we were all in the room, “This is where we bring that pussy we’re running you know? Those bitches that make us cash – lots of traffic here from the Metro, in and out – we slip the guys who work here a little cash and give them some free and they are happy to let us in and cover for us. It’s the perfect place to find dudes needing a little strange.” He started undoing his pants as Lionel said, “Time to start paying off that working tax you owe us, so get those pants off, you’re our bitch today.” I was a little nervous about stripping there, but turned on too knowing that just a few feet away there were tons of people coming in and out of the subway station on their way to wherever. I set my backpack down, took a hit from the big bottle of vodka – then another bigger one – and took my pants off, grabbed the poppers and hit them too. When I did Brock lifted the back of my shirt and exposed my big biohazard tattoo. “What’s that?” Brock asked. The two thugs stepped over, pulled my shirt off me, turned me around and all three of them looked at my tat. “Umm, just something a friend of mine had me get a few weeks back, told him I wanted some more tats and thought this was sort of tribal and cool,” I said. I was nervous, not sure how honest to be, and they seemed to accept that as Lionel and the mean thug passed the rum back and forth, then Lionel said, “Bend over, stand on the mattress.” I did, and he then poured some of the rum onto my ass crack and worked it into my hole. The rum burned, sort of slicked up my hole but then made it sort of pucker up tighter. As he poured some more on Lionel handed the bottle to Brock who was now totally naked, and then Lionel bent over, spread my cheeks and began licking the rum out of my ass. He stepped back, the mean thug then stepped forward, pushed me down onto my hands and knees on the dirty mattress, sort of knelt behind me and pushed his dick into my ass. His 9-inch dick went deep, my ass was tense and it hurt from the rum although the poppers helped, but he did not let up. I looked to the side and saw Brock smoking and watching, stroking his dick, and Lionel was biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watched my ass take dick. I was grunting every time the thug thrust down into my ass and I was soon rewarded with a second load from his dick. I still did not know their status, but was hoping their cum was full of AIDs, or some other nasty shit. My thoughts and fantasy went to some of the other things they could give, and it made my dick hard. Once he had finished breeding my ass, the mean thug then sat in a chair, and lit a smoke with Lionel, as Brock got behind me and using his brother’s hot cum for lube slammed up my wet, hungry, hole. Brock fucked like a rabbit. No skill, no finesse, just jabbed his dick in and out of my ass. The one saving grace was that he had a huge dick, so I was getting off on how sore he was making my hole especially as he went balls deep. Brock did not last long at all and gave me another load. He pulled out and went over and started smoking with Lionel and the other thug, so I laid down on the dirty mattress, watching them, smelling the smoke, their scent, and feeling the first two loads of cum leak out my ass. The mean thug and Brock started to get dressed and Lionel stayed in the chair and finished his cigarette. He did not say a word, but when I went to get up when Brock and his older brother left, Lionel pointed for me to stay where I was, so I got on my knees and waited to see what this BBC thug wanted to get up into next. Lionel then stood up, undid is pants, and when he opened his jacket he pulled a gun from an inside pocket and set it on the other chair. My eyes got wide and I was a little scared. I had seen rifles and shot guns growing up, but not someone carrying a gun in the city. Lionel finished taking his pants off, picked up the gun, and came and stood in front of me. His huge black cock was leaking precum and it was right in front of my face. Lionel then knelt down in front of me, held the gun up and said, “While Brock and his brother may not know what that little tatt of yours means, I do,” Lionel said. I started shake and was scared shitless now. Lionel continued as he waved the gun in front of my face, “You see, I know you are an AIDS infected little slut, fuck, all that dick you have been taking at the library, what else could you be, but you are also one of Dr Mike’s and he don’t keep anyone around unless they are.” Lionel continued to wave the gun as he spoke, “I play Russian Roulette every day on the streets as it’s a dangerous world out there, and now I get to play it with you too. Sticking my dick in that AIDs asshole of yours is a risk isn’t it? I’m risking death, but you know what, that turns me the fuck on!!! Now Brock and his brother don’t know, but I do, I know when you bleed on my dick I may get it to, so let’s knock it up a notch.” Lionel then got on his knees, set the gun on the floor, rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, grabbed my arms, bent in, and bit down hard on the lobe of my ear, drawing blood. I yelped, tried to pull back, but Lionel held me and then whispered in my ear, “You ever say anything to them and you fuck me over faggot, I will hunt you down and shoot you like a dog in the street, but I don’t think you will do that. I think you want this big black dick way too much don’t you?” I just nodded as Lionel then patted the gun on the floor as a clear affirmation he was serious. He then reached over, grabbed the rum, took a big swallow and handed it to me. I shook my head so he handed me the vodka instead. I handed it back, Lionel pushed me onto my back and had me hold my legs back exposing my hole. He then poured some of the rum on my hole, picked up the gun, and started rubbing the end of the barrel around my hole. “Yeah baby, I think we need to make that pussy bleed a bit today, I want to spin that wheel, spin and see what you can give me and maybe what I can give you.” With that Lionel pushed the end of the barrel of the pistol into my ass and started fucking my hole with it. I hit the poppers, but I was shaking in fear, afraid it might go off or something, but I held my legs back and watched as Lionel chewed on his lip, stroked his dick with one hand, and raped my ass with his gun with the other. The cold steel of the barrel digging into my the flesh as he jammed it up my ass as far as it would go, then twisted, trying to dig into the walls. Lionel then pulled the gun all the way out and drive it back it. “Oh YEAH BABY – making you bleed good, I think it’s time to give you some black babies,” Lionel said. I could feel the blood running down my ass as Lionel pulled the gun out, held it up to my mouth so I could lick the blood off, then set it on the floor. Lionel then pushed my legs back and mounted me, tearing my ass further from the damage the gun had done and I cried out as it hurt like hell. Lionel just looked in my eyes as he fucked me and where the first time he had used skill, this time was just raw animal sex, as his dick raped my hole “YOU WANT THEM BABIES? WANT THEM BLACK BABIES?” LIONEL ASKED. “CUM IN ME, BREED ME, PLEASE MAKE ME PREGNANT!” I BEGGED. LIONEL SAID, “I GOTCHA NOW, YOU TAKE MY FUCKING BABIES, YEAH PUSSY – TAKE EM, TAKE EM, TAKE MY BLACK BABIES!!!” LIONEL SHOT HIS NUTT UP MY ASS AND WHEN HE DID HE LEANED DOWN AND BIT INTO THE AREA WHERE MY NECK MEETS MY SHOULDER ON THE LEFT SIDE REALLY HARD. THE HARDER HE BIT, THE MORE HIS DICK TWITCHED AND PULSED UNLOADING INTO ME. I HAD NEVER HAD ANYONE BITE ME LIKE THAT AND COULD NOT BELIEVE HOW MUCH IT HURT. LIONEL FINISHED, PULLED HIS DICK OUT, PICKED UP HIS GUN, LIT A CIGARETTE AND STARTED TO GET DRESSED. We both took a few hits from the liquor bottles when someone knocked twice on the door. Lionel slipped the gun back into his coat, the door opened, and Brock and the mean thug came in with another guy. The guy must have been 65, short, fat, and he was unzipping his overalls before he was barely in the door. Lionel and his friends stepped out and the mean thug looked back in and said to the old guy, “Make it quick pops,” and to me he just nodded. Brock tried to stay to watch but his brother pushed him out and closed the door. I started to suck the old guy’s dick, which was short and stubby. He was moving his hips like he had 10 inches, but was lucky if he had 6, so sucking was not working. I got doggy style and he slid right into my hole, which was wide and open and wet with Lionel’s cum and my blood. He did not last long at all, shot his nutt, got dressed and left, and I laid back onto the dirty mattress that was now stained with my blood and ass juice and the three thugs’ cum. Lionel came back in, hit the rum, lit a cigarette, sat in a folding chair and said, “Get up, bend over here.” I turned my ass towards him and bent over, pushing my ass back towards his face. Lionel shoved a finger up my hole and started digging around with his nails. I winced, and he quickly stuck a second, then a third up my ass working the cum, blood, and a little rum he poured in there. The rum burned bad, and I moaned as he then started to try to put a fourth finger in my hole. Lionel seemed intent on getting his fingers deeper into my ass, but we were interrupted by another knock at the door. This time, the guy that came in was the guy from booth, the station manager. He was about 45, a couple inches taller than me, real short hair, sharply cut and shaped, nice build and dick, about 8 and really thick. Lionel got up and left, I knelt down, the station manager pushed me back on the bed, flipped me, and mounted me missionary style. “You want to take daddy’s dick? How’s daddy’s dick? You like daddy’s dick?” Over and over that’s all he said until he too cummed up my ass. I knew my ass was a little bloody, but he did not say anything, got up, dressed and left. I grabbed the rum by mistake and took a big swig – fuck that shit was awful. Lionel, the other thug and Brock came back in and Brock immediately got on the mattress, pulled me up onto my hands and knees, and started eating out my ass. Lionel and the mean thug just sat in the chairs smoking and drinking as Brock ate me like pussy, cleaning up my hole. “Yeah B eat those Twinkies,” his older brother said laughing, “Eat them tasty white cakes with that creamy white frosting.” He and Lionel both laughed and I remember thinking what is it with ‘straight’ guys wanting to eat a cum filled ass? Brock soon had his dick out and was trying to shove it in, damn that boy had energy! “No B,” his brother said, then looking at me he continued, “Our friend’s shift is over so we need to bounce out. But I know I could use some more faggot pussy, and to make sure you don’t say nothing, we are going to escort you home like real gentlemen.” He and Lionel laughed, then he said “Naw, its so we know where your faggot ass is. We were thinking we could use a slut like you who obeys so well, someone we can fuck when we need a hole, and sometimes we run into guys who are looking for something a little a different and not into our regular bitches we have working out of here, so now you will get to work for us. You will be one of our bitches too, so come on, let’s go.” Part 3 - Party Moves to My Apartment - My First Fisting and Double Dicking The three of them stood back by the entrance to the Metro station as I flagged down a cab. Cabs don’t stop for black guys in DC, especially three rough looking thugs, so I was being their bitch already. They cab stopped, I opened the door and slid in with Lionel and the mean thug right behind me and Brock opening the front door to sit in the front seat. The taxi driver was shocked, looked afraid, and started to say something, when I interrupted, gave him my address, and told him, “Don’t worry man, they’re cool and I tip well – OK?” He mumbled back, put the car in gear and took us to my place, with a stop at another liquor store on the way. When we got to my apartment they walked around, looked at things, Lionel went to the bathroom and when he was done, I went too. I left the door open and could hear them speaking and going through shit, but I had to let all the juice out of my ass and take a piss. I came out and found the two brothers naked, sitting on the couch, and my dick got hard seeing their big black dicks, tats covering their torsos, and watching them light up and start smoking. I went to the kitchen, got a couple ashtrays, some cigarettes I kept on hand for company, and a couple glasses. I was not sure where Lionel was, but then heard him down the hall in my bedroom. He came back, and was naked too, his big heavy dick swinging as he walked, fuck I wanted them in my hole! Lionel sat in the easy chair, “Put on some movies man.” I popped a gangbang straight flick into the VCR and immediately the sound of a girl crying and begging for the black guys to stop filled the apartment. I also turned on the stereo to a local radio station, and placed one of the small speakers by the front door – fucking nosy neighbors, did not need them hearing my business. I am sure there were calls being made already by some old lady looking through her peephole seeing three black guys following me in. The thugs now had hard dicks and their eyes got big as they watched the flick. The mean thug reached into his coat, dug out some private stash, lit up and started passing it between the three of them. The mean thug motioned for me to start sucking, so I got on my hands and knees between his legs, and started sucking his dick as he moaned, smoked, and I reached over with my right hand to stroke Brock’s dick, which was leaking precum like crazy. Lionel spoke up again, “We got us a good white bitch here, but I think we have taken it too easy – think we need to crank this party up and show this bitch what a homie dick can do.” I was not sure what Lionel meant, but grabbed the bottle of poppers. Lionel leaned over, grabbed them from me and said, “No bitch, you are going to feel this.” I continued sucking the mean thug while Lionel got down on the floor behind me, spit into his hand, rubbed it on my ass, and slammed his raw dick up my hole. I tried to scream, but my mouth was full of thug dick, my body tensed, but I was pierced between two thugs. Again, Lionel did not fuck with skill, he just rammed my hole and started pulling all the way out and slamming in. I could tell I was bleeding as I felt the hot, warm, sticky trickle start making its way out my hole and down one leg. The mean thug was getting close, I did not want him cumming in my mouth and wanted it up my ass and tried easing off, but he pushed my head back down and started bucking his hips, and said “Oh faggot – you’re getting my nutt!” and he unloaded a thick shot of cum into my mouth. Wow – his cum tasted wonderful! That’s all Lionel needed to hear and he shot his load in my ass. Hot raw black cum in both holes, nothing better!!! Brock by this time was almost frantic beating his dick, but the two thugs seemed in no hurry to pull out of either hole. Lionel finally slid out, sat back in the chair and said, “Stand up and turn around.” I did, he pried my cheeks apart and I thought he was going to lick my ass but instead, “Yeah bitch, now that’s what I’m talking about – look here yo – look at this pussy now – bleeding and shit.” Lionel turned me to the left so the thug brothers could look at my hole, the mean thug whistled, and when it was Brock’s turn to look he just stood, pushed me forward and slammed his dick up my ass. I could barely stand with him pummeling my hole and had to brace myself against the entertainment center. Lionel and Brock’s brother just laughed and then egged him. “Go B – like fucking a chick on her period – the bloodier it gets the fucking hotter it feels. Go on B.” Brock did not last a minute and his body shuddered, trembled, and he gave me another load. The cum and blood was leaking out my ass pretty good now, I looked at Lionel and he gave me a knowing smile, a smile that said, “Yeah AIDs whore, we’re playing now, spinning the gun chamber, we’re all playing Russian Roulette.” Lionel said, “Come here,” as he put his cigarette between his teeth, so I turned around again but instead of looking at my hole, he shoved two fingers of his right hand up my hole while using his left to open my cheeks. The thug brothers were sharing a smoke on the couch and watching as I winced, moaned, and tried not to run from Lionel who now had four fingers up my ass and was pushing harder. “Now bitch, let’s see where you at,” Lionel said as he adjusted his hand into a wedge shape and tried getting his thumb up my ass along with his fingers. He was spreading my asshole wide, and even after all the fucking, damn that hurt! I started to ask him to stop, but Lionel was now holding onto my ass hard with his left hand and fucking harder with his right. “Shut up,” Lionel said, “Take it like a bitch.” Brock laughed and said, “The faggot likes that – look how his little dick is all hard and bouncing.” Brock was already hard again watching Lionel, and after about 5 minutes, Lionel pulled his hand out of my ass. He had not gotten his whole hand in, no fucking way as he had big hands, but he did force his fingers and most of his hand, but the knuckles just would not go. “You got something to eat? Make us some sandwiches or something,” Lionel said as he held his hand up for me to lick clean. I went to the kitchen, my ass aching with every step, to see what I could find. I could hear the three of them talking, but could not make out what they were saying. I grabbed some paper towels, wet them, and was gently wiping at my hole when Brock came in the kitchen, his big dick standing straight out. “Bend over faggot,” he said. I said, “No man, I umm, need to fix your sandwiches.” Brock was little, but strong too as he pushed me against the counter and said, “Lionel may take it easy on you faggot – not me – or my bother – now do the FUCK WHAT I SAY!” I turned around, grabbed the counter and Brock slammed into me, immediately pulled all the way out, slammed back in, and did that twice more and then left the kitchen. DAMN! What was that about? It hurt, but not as bad as I expected, seemed like Lionel’s hand had really opened up my hole as Brock went balls deep each time. I made some sandwiches, took them to the guys, and sat on the floor by Lionel’s chair as we ate. They finished them quickly, Brock asked for more, and Lionel and the mean thug lit another smoke and finished off one of the bottles of rum. I put a different tape in the VCR, another gangbang one, but this one was even rougher – if these boys wanted to play let’s see how rough they could get. We sat around for a while, Brock was constantly hard and after about 15 minutes so were his brother and Lionel. They finished up their smoke and Lionel hit me on the arm and said, “Go to your bed – here take your poppers.” I anxiously got up, grabbed one of the bottles of vodka, walked down the hall to my dark bedroom, took several swigs and laid on the bed. The vodka made me feel flush and hot, but did not ease the throbbing pain in my ass. The boys knew how to make a hole hurt and I loved it! I also loved that they made me bleed and was excited to know I may be infecting them or them me with more AIDs. I hope Dr Mike would be proud! A few minutes later Lionel came in, closed the door, and took a long drink from the bottle of rum he had with him. I scooted to the end of the bed, waiting, eager to feel his big dick again. Lionel hit the rum bottle again, stood right in front of me and said in almost a whisper, “Now baby, time to play, remember our little chat? Yeah, well I want you to gnaw on my foreskin.” He then tugged on his dick, stretching his foreskin out, I opened my mouth and started nibbling on it. “Harder bitch, come on, bite on it, chew it!” I was afraid I would hurt him, but gnawed harder and Lionel started to moan and his dick started to get hard. Lionel said again, “HARDER!” So I said fuck it, and chomped down as hard as I could catching his foreskin between my fang teeth and heard a pop as my teeth broke his skin and caught his raw flesh. He jerked in reaction and yelled “FUCKING CHRIST BITCH!” making the hole I made in his skin even bigger as he slapped my face and I pulled away. I was afraid now, but Lionel looked at his dick, the trail of blood made from my bite, then at me, smiled and said, “Yeah baby – time for a little roulette.” Lionel sat on the bed, leaned back, with his huge thick dick sticking almost straight up. “Get up here, put a little spit on your hole, hit your poppers, then squat over my dick and stay there,” he said. The first was easy enough, squatting over him a little harder as his dick/ass was close to the end of the bed and I felt like I was going to fall backwards, but by leaning a little forward I was able to balance myself, hit the poppers hard, and placed my hole over the head of Lionel’s dick, making his dick stand straight up and holding it in place with my ass and waited. Lionel’s eyes were intense as he looked at me, he brought his hands up, put them on my shoulders and in one movement pushed me down while he thrust his dick up. I screamed. His dick went part way in, ripping my hole open, then he pulled it out. He reached down, positioned his dick so it was resting against my hole again and repeated his slam. “This what you want pussy bitch?” Lionel asked, “This what you need? Tell me bitch, tell me bitch.” I was whimpering in pain and ecstasy, and said, “Yes, please, please FUCK ME WITH THAT BLACK DICK – MAKE ME BLEED!” Lionel then snarled, and started slamming me harder and deeper as I had all I could do holding myself over his dick. “Sit all the way down,” Lionel said, and as I sat completely down on his dick, I could not believe how amazing he felt as his dick filled my ass and guts. Lionel then started to sit up and I had to grab onto his neck not to fall backwards. He scooted forward and I was surprised at how easy he moved with my weight on him. He then surprised me again as he stood up, holding me onto his dick. He turned so he could see his profile in the mirror over the bedroom dresser and started fucking, bouncing me up and down on his dick as I hung onto him with my arms around his neck. Lionel fucked for a while and every thrust he went balls deep and then some as it felt like his balls were going up my ass too. Lionel then leaned in and I thought he was going to kiss me, but he moved to the spot on my left side where he bit me at the Metro station – where my neck meets my shoulder – and started biting and gnawing. His body was so hot, sweat was poring off him now, and my dick was caught between our slickened chests, the friction of the fucking making it leak precum like a faucet. I was afraid I was hurting his dick, but he was in total control and continued to power fuck me raw. Lionel was now snarling and grunting like a wolf over a fresh kill as he bit into my shoulder. He started fucking harder, faster, and when Lionel bit down this time he broke the skin, I screamed out as the mix of blood and spit poured from the now fresh wound and immediately my cock exploded between us, coating our chests in my cum. That was all Lionel needed as he clamped down tight with his teeth, sinking them deep into my flesh as he cummed in me. This time his whole body shook and his load kept coming and coming and I could feel him shoot as he was so deep in my guts. His knees started to get week and he stumbled back, dropped onto the bed and I had to catch and brace myself not to fall off. He was panting hard now and I repositioned myself and tried to keep riding his dick, but he roughly pushed me off and said, “No NO, it’s too sensitive, get the fuck off!” I sat to the side and Lionel rested only a minute, then he said, “Hit the vodka, grab the lube and the poppers and get on your hands and knees on the end there.” I took several big swigs of the vodka, set the lube by my side, and started hitting the poppers. Lionel got up, went behind me and I felt a cold stream of lotion running down my ass. He then started to work his fingers into my hole, spreading them, twisting them digging at my insides. Lionel pulled his fingers out, I heard the lotion squirt, then felt some more on my ass, and Lionel said, “Do a big hit of poppers and take a deep breath in and breathe out, and you better not run.” I did as the thug ordered, and when I let the breath out Lionel drove his hand like a wedge back into my ass and once again it caught on his knuckles. I gasped, started to ask him to stop because I don’t get fisted, but Lionel just held his hand there. The pain radiating out from my hole was unbelievable. I thought I could take a big dick, but his hand was huge and it hurt like hell. I tried moving my ass and all that did was wedge his knuckles deeper into my ass ring. Lionel laughed, leaned forward and said, “I got you baby, I got you, you have been a good bitch today, but we are not done with you yet, now it is time to bust that pussy wide open you hear me? I am going to rip that pussy open now, get you ready for a special treat, now just relax.” Relax? How could I relax, I had a fucking huge black hand wedged in my ass. I hit the poppers again and now Lionel was gently moving his hand in small back and forth motions and squirting lube around where his hand met my ass. He pushed a little harder and it made me jump and I pulled away hard, which was a mistake as the pain of his hand coming free was worse then when it was in there. “Fuck bitch! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TRYING TO RUN! God damn – get those pillows, put them under you with your ass up in the air.” Lionel said. I did as he asked, but was scared. I did not want his hand up there, yet the pressure had been like nothing I had ever felt. I hit the poppers, Lionel got behind me on the bed and said, “Now bitch, you got no place to run, breathe out.” I let out a long breath and Lionel shoved his hand back into my waiting ass as deep as it would go. It still caught on the knuckles, but seemed to be a little deeper and I hit the poppers again. Lionel squirted more lotion, I kept hitting the poppers and trying to relax as he pushed with a constant pressure and sort of jiggling his hand side to side and back and forth. Lionel then bent down and kissed my ass cheek, licked it, and then bit hard! I was surprised and it hurt like hell and when I cried out, my ass ring contracted and relaxed a little in reflex and his hand went in a little more. FUCK THAT HURT! Lionel laughed, squirted some more lotion, jiggled his hand, and bent down and bit me again, this time harder. Again, when I cried out, my ass ring relaxed a little in reflex and Lionel leaned down and said, “Hold right there bitch, time to get that pussy fully ripped.” I hit the poppers hard, breathed deep as the pressure from his hand increased and felt the right side of his hand go in a little deeper, then the big middle knuckle catch, increased push from Lionel and then his knuckles popped through my ass ring and I was being ripped and stretched by the meat of his hand. “OH FUCK STOP, PLEASE STOP, FUCK!!” I cried out. Lionel said, “You good baby, you good, I got you, now take it BITCH!!!” With that Lionel started fucking my hole with his hand, pulling back through the ring and each time he pushed in I took more and more of his hand. I was sniffing the poppers as much as I could and Lionel alternated between biting my ass hard and moving his hand in an out. He did not go deep, just focused on my outer ring, but I knew my ass was bleeding again, the pain was sharp, and my dick was limp and shriveled up as there was no joy in this for me. Lionel pulled his hand all the way out, told me to hit the vodka, and I took a few big swallows and started choking and coughing. He laughed and said, “They call me the pussy ripper bitch, now you know why, and right now, I bet you are realizing just how good that felt, how much you like this mandingo ripping you up with his hand.” He was right, my ass felt so empty and while the pain was incredible, I also realized my dick was starting to get hard again and that I wanted to feel more. I knelt back over the pillows with my ass up, hit the poppers and tried to relax. Lionel growled a little, poured some lotion on my hole and drove his hand back through my ass ring. I screamed out, but also pushed my ass back a little to meet him. Lionel was now fucking my hole at a pretty good rhythm with his hand, pulling in and out through the ring, forcing it to take him, and every now and then he seemed to spread his hand a little so it was less of a wedge and more of a fucking baseball bat. LIONEL SAID, “TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT BITCH, TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED.” “RAPE IT, PLEASE RAPE IT, RIP MY PUSSY UP, I’LL DO ANYTHING, ANYTHING, JUST PLEASE RAPE ME!” I BEGGED. Lionel paused, “That’s all I needed to hear,” as he slid his hand out of my ass, stood up, and said, “You better hit that vodka hard, you got until I get back,” and he left the bedroom. God my ass felt to empty, I needed to get fucked so bad, remembered what he said and hit the vodka hard. I was now pretty buzzed – ok maybe even a little drunk – but hell, it helped ease the pain, so I drank some more and felt it burn my guts. The bedroom door opened and in walked Lionel, followed by the mean thug and Brock. Lionel said, “Get up.” I stood up, he pushed the pillows away, the mean thug lay on his back with his hips near the end of the bed and his feet flat on the floor. Lionel said, “I told my boys here what you said, that you were willing to do anything to be raped and ripped open and that I got that pussy of yours all ready for what they need, now get up on his dick.” I got up on the bed, straddled the mean thug, hit the poppers, then slid down on his dick that was all slick with some lube that Lionel had squirted on it. That was strange, they always fucked me pretty dry, but the lube felt good as my ass hurt like hell. The mean thug started pushing his hips up into my ass, and my ass was so open there was no resistance and he went balls deep. Now that my hole was open, his dick did not feel as great, and I was sort of disappointed that this was it. Lionel then said, “OK bitch, time for that special treat I told you about, bend forward onto his chest, that’s it, now push your ass back some, yeah good, OK, stay just like that and hit those poppers.” I put my head to my left side, hit the poppers, and wondered what was happening as the mean thug had stopped fucking and had wrapped his big arms completely around me and was holding me tight to his chest. I then felt Lionel squirt more lotion on my hole and he started working his fingers in beside the dick that was already in there. Aahh that felt good! Much better, I was feeling full again and I was moaning with pleasure. Lionel then moved his fingers to the top side of my hole and kind of splayed them out like he was opening my hole more. I was not sure what was going on but then felt him remove his fingers and they were replaced with something bigger and harder – Brock’s dick! BROCK WAS TRYING TO PUSH HIS DICK INTO MY HOLE BESIDE HIS BROTHER’S, well on top of his brothers, in the space where Lionel had just had his fingers. “NO, stop, fuck, NO, please don’t,” I screamed. The mean thug laughed and said, “Faggot bitch, that’s it, cry all you want, but we are tearing that pussy up whether you like it or not until we are done.” Lionel was now working his fingers in my hole again, guiding Brock’s dick and giving Brock instructions on where to stand, how to go slow at first, then when he judged I was ready, Lionel he told Brock to go ahead, rape it hard and make that pussy bloody and raw. I had taken plenty of cum already and was done. I’d had enough. I tried to struggle, but the mean thug held me tight and squeezed the breath out of me as Lionel worked with Brock, and his dick head then was wedged into my open hole. “Fuck the faggot B,” the mean thug said, “Rape that pussy.” Brock obliged and started pushing his dick further into my ass, with Lionel continuing to instruct him and squirt lube on my hole and wipe it around the two dicks now ripping my ass open. The mean thug lay still, holding me close, while Brock pushed in as far as he could. I am not sure how many inches he actually got it, but my hole was on fire and I was begging, crying, and pleading for them to stop. Lionel then crawled onto the bed and said, “He’s in, let him go man, time to fill that mouth so he shuts up – now you two break that shit open.” The two brothers started fucking, Brock had more motion, while his older brother bucked his hips up. Their dicks began working together to fuck me deeper and wider then I had ever been fucked. They were brutal, and Brock was doing his best to go balls deep, my ass resisting the entire time. Lionel was now squatting on the bed, over the mean thugs head, with his dick out, “Open that mouth – let me fuck that throat,” he said as I looked up and he held his dick out, pointing to the spot where I had bit through his foreskin earlier, which was now dark and bruised. I used my arms to push myself up a little off the thug’s chest and opened my mouth. Lionel started throat fucking me, all the while egging on the brothers, “Yeah boys, rape it, rape that white hole, I want to see it bleed, got us a good bitch here, yeah boys, rape it.” As Lionel was talking, what had been nothing but pain changed – I realized I was getting three raw dicks at once! My ass still hurt and I cort of chuckled as I thought this must be how a poodle bitch feels when a pit bull mounts her. I wanted them – wanted their cum and wanted to cover their dicks in my AIDs infected blood. I started to moan when I felt Brock stiffen up and shoot his cum. He didn’t say a word, but I guess Lionel could tell as he said, “FUCK YEAH! Cum in that bitch boy! Cum in the faggot, but don’t pull out until your brother is done.” Brock obeyed and kept fucking, mixing his cum in with the blood, lube and making it nice and sloppy for his brother, who shot next. “Fucking faggot cunt! FAGGOT TAKE MY CUM!” he yelled as he shot. I JUST GOT FUCKED RAW AND BRED BY TWO BROTHERS – TWISTED DNA! I was now trying to push my ass back onto their dicks – I wanted them deeper – wanted it harder – but Brock pulled out, I yelped in pain, Lionel pulled out of my throat, looked at the mean thug and said, “Can you hold up man? I’m close.” The thug shook his head, so Lionel got off the bed, slid up behind us, and guided his dick into my ass where Brock had just been as he placed his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into the open bite mark he had left on me. “MAKE ME YOUR BITCH – FUCK ME – RAPE IT – FUCK ME HARDER!” I cried out. I just kept repeating that over and over, trying to push my ass back as Lionel stopped, pulled all the way, slide back in, and did that again. “Yeah bitch, we ripped your pussy good, got you nice and bloody, FUCKING WHITE BITCH – TAKE MY BLACK NUTT.” Lionel shot his load, his fingers digging into my shoulders harder. He shook, spasmed, and I felt his cock get thicker as he exploded in me. Lionel leaned over onto me, breathing hard, and the mean thug spoke up, “Get the fuck off man, you’re heavy as shit.” Lionel pulled his dick out of my ass, which was followed by a stream of juice. He stepped back, I slid off the thug’s dick, and laid on the bed. I guess Brock had gone into the living room as he was not there. Lionel sat on the bed, while the thug went to look for his brother. Lionel grabbed the bottle of rum, took a big swig, then said, “You ok? We just made you an OREO cookie,” he laughed. I shook my head and said, “I think so.” Lionel nodded and whispered, “You want me to come back sometime on the DL? I need someone who let’s me fuck like I want, a hole to use and abuse, just you and me.” I shook my head yes, Lionel nodded, stood up and went out to the living room. I grabbed a towel, was a little scared by all the blood I wiped off my ass, threw on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt and went out. They were all getting dressed and I noticed a small pile of stuff on the couch – my portable music player/jam box, my portable TV from the bedroom (when did they take that?), and a couple bottles of liquor. The mean thug saw I noticed and said, “We told you, you had to pay the tax, so this should cover it for today. Now show us your wallet, we need some cash too.” I handed over what cash was left, and he said, “OK give us your number, I think Brock here may be coming back later tonight, fucker is always horny, and like we said earlier, we need another bitch to whore out, and you got some good pussy that is all broken in now, so be ready when we call.” Brock and his older brother went out the door and I handed my number to Lionel, who smiled wide and said, “Take care of them babies now.” Part 4 - Dr Mike’s House Call and Brock Returns It was now almost 7:00 p.m, we had been fucking, drinking, and partying all damn day. Every step I took hurt, my ass burned, I was pretty buzzed, and I was still bleeding a little. I held in all the cum as long as I could like Dr Mike ordered me to always do, but finally had to use the bathroom. I was a little scared seeing all the red colored juice come out of my ass and when I wiped, there was bright red blood showing and I was afraid maybe something was wrong. Damn! I figured I better call Dr Mike just in case. I called Dr Mike’s private line and did not get an answer, so I called his service and they said they would page him. I was getting more nervous as I waited and finally Dr Mike called back. “Hello, yes, this is Dr Mike, you called?” God, just hearing his voice made my dick hard, and believe it or not, my ass twitch thinking about him fucking me. What the hell was wrong with me? I explained to Dr Mike what had happened, was afraid he would be upset, so kept saying I was taking as much raw dick as I could like he told me and had even skipped work, but things maybe got a little out of control and I was scared. Dr Mike said, “Well, first, I am glad to hear that you are following orders and doing exactly what I told you. I know who Lionel is, and will have a little chat with him, but, as he seems to be assisting in your treatment, I am not displeased at all, so do not be concerned about that. Frankly, I find this new twist interesting and will have to make a note in your files, especially as it regards this other fellow that I do not know and his little brother, what was his name again? Brock, yes Brock.” “Back to the pressing item of the continued bleeding. I doubt that anything is wrong, it is just your body reacting to something new and previously never experienced, however, I should check you out just to be sure. Relax, keep the area dry, and try not to irritate it. I will be there shortly,” Dr Mike said and then hung up. About 30 minutes later Dr Mike showed up. His smell seemed to fill the room, and as he walked by and his body brushed my arm, my dick got hard, and chest tightened, and I just wanted to kneel at his feet. Dr Mike took off his coat, looked around the living room and said, “It smells like smoke, liquor, and sex in here.” I was not sure if that was good or bad and did not say anything. “Come on, let’s go into the bathroom and see what is going on,” Dr Mike said as he walked down the hall with a small bag he had brought with him. We stepped in the bathroom, I took my shorts off, bent over with my hands on the tub as Dr Mike sat on the toilet, took out one of those little light things they use to look up your nose and in your ears at the doctor’s office, and spread my cheeks. Dr Mike said, “Reach back with one hand and pull your cheek apart, that’s it, OK, now let me look, hmmm, well yes, they fucked you good for sure, gave you a nice swollen rosebud of an ass today, better even then Charles did,” he chuckled, “Charles sure won’t like that when I tell him he was outdone by a couple kids.” Dr Mike continued probing at my hole, asking where it hurt most, first with one finger, then a couple. I yelped a few times, and tried to pull away once or twice, but he carefully continued his exam, including rubbing his fingers over the bite marks on my ass. “Well, it appears that Lionel knows what he is doing as I do not see any permanent damage that is immediately visible, however I need to do a couple more tests. Stand up,” Dr Mike said. I stood up, Dr Mike stood up and guided me in front of the toilet and said, “Bend over again for me.” As I was bending over I could see in the big mirror on the wall that ran from behind the toilet all the way across in front of the sink that Dr Mike was unbuttoning his pants. He then slipped them off but left his shoes on. What was he planning? I did not ask, as I knew it did not matter, I would do what ever Dr Mike wanted. Dr Mike ran his hands over my ass and pressed and squeezed at the spots where Lionel had bit me. He did not say a word, but kept rubbing my ass. He then spread my cheeks wide with both hands and I felt the head of his dick nestle up next to my swollen and bruised hole. I braced myself for the pain, but he did not push it right in. After what seemed liked a few minutes, I felt a splash of hot liquid at my hole and the sound of liquid hitting the tiled floor, followed by another. I looked up into the mirror and Dr Mike had a look of intense concentration on his face, and then another hot splash hit my hole and this time Dr Mike pushed his dick into my ass balls deep and let loose a hot geyser of piss. I gasped a little as he popped through my bruised ass ring, but it felt great as he went balls deep, and the feeling of his hot piss made me feel full, warm, and wonderful. How much piss did he have? It just kept flowing, and finally Dr Mike finished pissing in my ass, pulled his dick out, trailing piss down my leg and onto the floor as he said, “I’ve been saving that up today, so this is good timing. Clean me up.” I turned around, knelt, and sucked his dick, licking the piss off the shaft, then his balls. “Now the floor,” Dr Mike said, so I then licked up the piss that had splashed on the tile earlier and that had dripped out when he pulled out. I even licked a few stray drops off his shoes. “Get up and let it out in the toilet, but don’t flush it and toss any toilet paper into the trash can, not the toilet, as I need to see what comes out,” Dr Mike said. I turned, sat on the toilet and let the flood of hot liquid come out. Dr Mike had stepped off to the side and was scrounging around in his bag. I finished, wiped, tossed the toilet paper into the trash can and stood up. The toilet was now full of dark golden liquid and Dr Mike stepped over to see, and lifted the seat up as well. “Very good, I do not see any small blood clots or signs of internal trauma, so that is good. Step back here,” Dr Mike said as he had me stand in front of the toilet like before and he got behind me. “Bend over,” he said as I started to put the lid and seat down on the toilet, Dr Mike slapped my ass hard where the bite marks were, “Did I tell you to put that down? No, now bend over, put your hands on the toilet bowl and get your head down there. I want you to smell that, that’s the smell of me in your ass.” I did as Dr Mike said, bent over, and put my head as close down to the toilet full of ass juice and Dr Mike’s piss as far as I could. Dr Mike then spread my cheeks, and with his left hand slid two fingers up my ass and began digging and clawing at my insides. I was already raw and this sent hot fresh pain through my body. I tensed, but did not say anything. He withdrew his fingers and I could see him in the mirror looking at them, he then licked them off, spread my cheeks with both hands and this time there was no warning as his dick ripped through my ass ring and Dr Mike went balls deep. I cried out. “You like how this hurts?” Dr Mike asked, “What do you want? You want some more toxic cum? You want this cum? Fuck yeah, give you my death cum, take my death cum, let me in your hole, nice AIDS HOLE!!!!” Dr Mike was fucking me hard now and I was whimpering as my head banged against the toilet and the smell of his piss filled my nostrils. “GIVE ME THAT ASS, MY GOOD AIDS ASS, OH GOOD, GIVE ME YOUR AIDS ASS!!!” DR MIKE SAID LOUDLY AS HE CUMMED IN ME. He pounded me a couple more times, yanked out in one pull, picked up his little light, turned me around, closed the toilet lid, sat down, and looked at my ass again. He probed at my hole with his fingers and I begged, “Please, I want to taste you, please let me taste you.” Dr Mike paused, continued his exam, shoved three fingers in my hole, worked them around, pulled them out and said, “Here, clean this off.” I sucked his fingers like a calf sucking a cow teat for the first time. He then pushed me down and I licked his dick off, and winced when he grabbed my shoulder. Once clean, he stood up, and told me to take off my shirt. The bite mark from Lionel was swollen, red, and a big black and blue area was forming around it too where he had gnawed and squeezed. Dr Mike shook his head and said, “A bite can be a nasty thing as the human mouth is full of germs. You need to keep this clean, keep this ointment on it, and if it seems to get worse over the next couple of days let me know. If you get a good infection, I may take advantage of that for another treatment, however, we cannot let this go on long if that is the case.” I nodded and Dr Mike walked out to the living room and got dressed. “Continue to do as I instructed,” Dr Mike said, “I am very proud of you and your treatment program. You have advanced farther than I had anticipated, so I think it may be time to up your treatment program, so I will have to think about how best to do that. I also want you to come in for some follow-up blood work in a couple weeks. I want to document your viral load, and other issues as I may need to use you for something special in a few months.” Dr Mike went on, “Your ass is fine, you have a few rips in lining of your ass ring, but nothing to be concerned about and most of the pain you are feeling right now is from having your ass ring stretched. Now listen well, I DO NOT WANT YOU BEING FISTED ON A REGULAR BASIS. While what he did today was not really fisting, even that is not something I want you to do often. Occasionally is fine, and knowing your ass can take two dicks at once, well, wait until I tell Charles, I expect he and Roger will be planning a visit with you soon,” Dr Mike laughed loud and hard with that, put his coat on, and left. I was exhausted, it had been a long day, but I was still horny as hell. I went into the bathroom, smelled the piss again that Dr Mike I had put inside me before I flushed the toilet, then stuck my fingers up my ass, worked them around, and took my time licking off the juice that slicked them up. I fingered myself a little more and realized that was just making it worse, do I decided to grab something to eat and crash as it was almost 9:00 p.m. and I had to get some rest for work. I had not been asleep long when the phone rang. I barely registered what it was and heard the answering machine pick up. No one left a message and I was quickly focusing on going back to sleep when the phone rang again. I was awake enough this time to realize what it was, reached over and answered a groggy, “Hello?” “Yo, hey, can I come up,” someone said. “Who is this?” I asked. “Look faggot, I’ll be there in 5 minutes- walking up from the bus stop now,” and he hung up. It must be Brock, his brother said he would come back, but I did not expect that would be tonight. Shit, I have to work tomorrow. In just about 5 minutes the phone rang and I buzzed him. Brock was wearing the same Redskins jersey under his coat, plopped down on the couch and said, “Put that video back on, the one with the guys roughing up the chicks, I liked that, you like that faggot? I think you do, you liked it when we roughed you up,” Brock laughed and continued, “I also want some more of that rum you got, the Bacardi, not that dark Jamaican shit my brother likes, and some smokes too, I need some smokes.” Damn, I think that was more words in 15 seconds than he had said to me all day. I put the movie in the VCR, turned on the stereo and moved the small speaker back by the door, went to the kitchen and got the rum and smokes for Brock. I came back and Brock was naked and already hard and stroking his dick watching the poor girl on the tape get slapped, her hair pulled, and pillaged by a group of black guys. I smiled and shook my head and said, “Damn man, don’t you ever get soft?” Brock looked at me, laughed, and said, “Naw, I’m always hard, but especially if I have been partying, I can then fuck for hours, and that’s where I just came from, partying with my brothers. Most chicks can’t take me, not only because I got a big dick, but they just cannot keep up and make me stop. But you faggot, you hung in there today and you can’t make me stop can you? No, I don’t think so. You won’t call the cops, fucking pigs in DC won’t help you if you call saying some dick raped you especially when they hear what a slut you are for dick.” He was right, who would I call, and he knew I was a slut and whore for big dick, so fine. He wanted to be the big man in charge, let’s see what he had. “Yeah man, you’re right, but usually a guy your size, who’s alone now, can’t force me to do anything. I am bigger than you and you wouldn’t want your bother to know some faggot beat your ass would you?” Brock set his drink down, put the cigarette between his teeth, reached into his coat, and pulled out a pocket knife that he then opened. “THIS IS WHAT PUTS ME IN CHARGE FAGGOT, YOU GOT THAT? THIS! SO WHO’S IN CHARGE NOW?” BROCK SAID. Good, boy who wanted to prove he’s in charge, but I think he needed some help learning. “Relax man, be cool, I’m just shitting with you, you’re right, you’re in charge, and don’t be afraid to show me. Your brother is not here and whatever we do stays with us.” Brock sat back, put the knife back in his pocket, nodded, and kept smoking. When he was finished I asked him, “Want to go in the bathroom and fuck? I think you will like looking in the mirror.” Brock said, “Yeah,” so we got up and he followed me into the bathroom. I did not stop in the bedroom and get the poppers as I wanted to feel this, and figured my ass was plenty open from earlier as I had taken Dr Mike. Brock was stroking his dick and I told him, “Get as rough and nasty as you want man, I can take it like no chick can, so whatever you want to do.” I bent over and watched Brock as he watched himself and me in the mirror. Brock tried shoving his dick in, but my ass was pretty dry now, so I said, “We can do whatever you want, and if you want to use some lotion that is cool, you will slide right in, but frankly won’t hurt all that much. But, if you want to make it hurt and maybe bleed again like before, just a little spit on your dick or around my hole is enough to get you in.” Brock nodded, spit on his hand, rubbed it on the head of his dick and tried again. It was still pretty dry, but there was enough spit to let him force his dick into my ass and tear me up a little as he did. I told him, “Good man, that was good, now pull it all the way out, spit on it some more, and do that again. Do that a couple times until it gets wet, and to make it really hurt keep pulling all the way out and fuck as deep and hard as you can.” He did exactly as I said, who was in charge here? Made me laugh a little on the inside, but I then focused on taking his big dick. I looked in the mirror and Brock had a cross between a smile and a sneer on his face. “Does that feel good? You like that pussy? Huh? You gonna rape that hole?” I asked. Brock just nodded his head, reached forward, using both hands he grabbed my hair, and even though my hair was not that long, it was enough for him to yank my head backwards as he fucked. “Yeah boy, that’s it, fuck it good, fuck yeah! Man you fuck way better than your brother and your dick is bigger too, yeah make it hurt now, make it hurt, MAKE IT BLEED!!” Brock seemed to like to hear me talk dirty so I kept up and he just keep smiling and fucking rough and deep. Little did he know I wanted his dick covered with my blood for other reasons – I wanted to infect him, POZ him, give him a lifetime of sharing toxic cum with unwilling and unknowing pussies and other faggots. AFTER A WHILE HE STARTED DOING BIG, LONG, DEEP STROKES, “GIVE ME THAT CUM! CUM UP MY PUSSY – FUCK THIS FAGGOT, MAKE THIS FAGGOT YOUR PUSSY, SHOW THIS FAGGOT WHO IS IN CHARGE?” BROCK YANKED MY HAIR HARDER, WENT BALLS DEEP, AND GAVE ME HIS LOAD. He was breathing hard as he pumped in and out of my hole, “Felt so good man, so good, now to make it hurt more, when you are ready, pull out all at once, quick and hard, will feel like you are ripping my guts out.” Brock did as he was told, and I immediately knelt down and looked at his slimy covered dick. He was still pretty hard as I sucked and licked him clean, making Brock moan. He then pulled away and said he had to piss. “Piss in my mouth,” I said, “Or up my ass, let me take it for you like a faggot should.” Brock looked shocked, confused, disgusted, but his dick stayed hard and he took a few seconds to reply so I knew he was thinking out it. “Naw man, I’m not into all that nasty shit,” he said, so I replied, “No problem man,” and went back out to the living room knowing I might not get his piss tonight, but I would get it. Brock came out, sat back on the couch, lit up a smoke, and drank, and I started drinking too. I realized there was no way I was going to be able to work the next morning and went into the bedroom, called the office and left a message saying I had not felt well, had to have the doctor come to my apartment, and would not be in tomorrow either. I went back out and even half hard, Brock’s dick was meaty and impressive and I wanted more, but knew I had to take it easy with him. Brock reached into his coat, grabbed something and went into the bathroom and closed the door. He came back out, stuffed whatever he had back into his coat, sat back and lit up another cigarette. He smoked two more right in a row and with every puff it seemed his dick got a little bigger and harder watching the porn. He asked me what else I had for movies, so I showed him, and he decided he liked the one we were watching so I hit rewind and started the tape again. “Suck my dick faggot,” Brock said, so I got on my knees in front of the couch, looked up at him and said, “Just let me know how you want to do this. You can let me suck you like I sucked your bother in the library or here earlier and let me do the work, or if you want to get really nasty I can lay down with my head over the edge of the couch and you can rape my throat.” Brock set the drink down, put out his cigarette and said, “Get on the couch.” I got up, sat on the couch, swung my legs up and onto the back of the couch and scooted my ass as far back as I could so my head was hanging off the front. I opened my mouth and looked up to see Brock’s balls and dick moving towards me. He pushed his dick down into my throat and I tried to swallow to allow him to go deep like Charles did when he raped my throat. Brock thrust several times, but it was a bad angle, so I pushed him to the side and said, “I think it will work better if you lean forward a bit, then you can angle your dick down my throat. Remember, you’re in charge so rape it man.” Brock shook his head, and did as I told him, angled forward and started fucking my throat. I opened and swallowed and his dick went deep. I started to gag, but Brock kept fucking. Not bad for his first time, but he stopped after a minute and said, “Naw, I don’t like this, I want to fuck.” So I swung my legs around and lay on my stomach flat on the couch. Brock climbed onto me and I told him, “Here, let me spread my cheeks open, and if you want to make it hurt, line up your dick head then punch it deep and hard as you can.” He did as I instructed and soon Brock’s big black dick was fucking me again, pushing his nutt deeper and deeper. Brock was now watching the movie and fucking in almost a mimicked rhythm to the guys on the screen. He fucked for a while and good thing he was not as physically big as his brother or else I would not have been able to breathe. He started to pick up the pace, so I knew he was close, and as he fucked faster I spread my cheeks so he could dig deep. When I did, Brock moaned, adjusted his weight a little and bit down onto my shoulder where Lionel had bit me. I screamed out, he bit harder and shot his cum. He continued to bite down on my shoulder as his dick softened up a little, but he continued pumping and grinding and before long his dick was fully hard again. Brock was watching the movie again and kept pumping and grinding and his dick felt so good in my ass. After a while he stopped, got up, rummaged in his coat pocket and went to the bathroom. “Damn faggot! You got some good pussy,” Brock said when he came back. “You like this dick don’t you? You like being fucked huh?” I smiled, “Yes please, fuck me hard, can you fuck some more? Harder, nastier?” Brock patted his coat pocket, and said, “I plan to fuck you all night, can make sure of that.” I got down onto the floor, laid on my back, lifted my legs and held them back, and said, “Come on then, no spit this time just use the cum you already gave me, I want it to hurt bad, see how rough you can fuck.” Brock took the bait as his dick immediately was back to life. Brock got down on the floor, positioned himself over me and said, “You want it faggot?” I took one hand and guided his dick to my hole, lifted my legs a little further back and said, “Now – rape it with that big black dick!!!” I screamed when he slammed it in and Brock showed no mercy as he pummeled my hole. I begged him to fuck me harder, faster, deeper like the chick being gangbanged on the TV, and Brock obeyed. After a while he said he needed a break and I was disappointed that he stopped and without cumming in me, but understood. I had him follow me into the bathroom so he could see how bruised and bloody my hole was and assured him I liked that, and wanted more. The sight of my bruised hole turned him on as he immediately got down behind me and started tongue fucking me, lapping at my ass, and I knew he was getting the metallic taste of blood along with his cum. THE MORE WAYS I COULD EXPOSE HIM TO MY AIDS, THE BETTER. That was how the rest of the night went and a good part of the next day. Brock visiting the bathroom with the contents of his coat pocket, his dick getting hard and needing attention, and me instructing him on new and different ways in which to fuck me rougher and harder. By the time he left I could barely take a step and called off work the next day too to recover. I saw Brock pretty frequently after that first night and the boy never disappointed. Lionel came to see me alone a number of times and a couple times with some other big dicked DL guys he pimped me out to. I also got to see Lionel, Brock and his brother all together a few times too when they were feeling really freaky and wanted to double dick me down. All stories for another time. (*For a lot more action with Lionel – see the series: The Breeders Market – The Tours and Training Begin: A Sire Chronicles Story)
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Lately I have been cruising Craigslist and have found plenty of ‘straight men’ from the non-men4-men sections more than willing to let me suck them off, or on occasion, when I get them really hard, willing to let me bend over so they can unload in my ass. I never tell them I am POZ as they never ask – so I find it hot as hell taking their neg dicks especially from the guys who insist over and over they only play safe until they have a raw hole in front of them. This past weekend I had gotten a good supply of Tina and was horny as hell. I had hit the usual gay websites, picked up a few loads, including two from an AIDs fucker top – woof! It was not enough, I needed more cum and raw dick, so I hit Craigslist. It was about 10:00 p.m., and I thought my chances of getting someone who had been drinking and was horny might be pretty good. One of my favorite sections on Craigslist is the MM4W ads, where two or more guys are looking to gangbang a woman and there are always a few posts that make my ass twitch and ache for dick. This was one of those times as the second ad down was from two black guys who called themselves the ‘Mandingo Taggers’ and were looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” There were a few pictures with the ad, the first dick looked long and thick, cut, hard and resting on a chair between nice, firm black legs. The second was long, also cut, dark, and was standing straight up as the guy was taking the picture laying down and in the background was a TV with porn on. Unlike most ads, this one had face pics too. The first guy looked to be in his late 20s, with a thin mustache and a chin beard, white baseball cap, and a gray t-shirt that said ‘Westpoint’ in white letters. The other guy looked about the same age, with a shaved head that had 5-o’clock shadow, clean face, and no shirt. His face pic was not as clear, but I swear I had seen him post in the past on the M4T (Men for Cross Dressers/Transsexuals) section of Craigslist. As I looked at the other ads I noticed these guys had several ads up going back to early that morning looking for a woman to bang. The first one started out pretty PG, “A group of professional well hung black males are looking for ONE lady for a wonderful GANGBANG experience TONIGHT or later this week.” But as the day progressed and they apparently had no luck, their ads became shorter and more blunt until the one that caught my eye. ‘Mandingo Taggers’ looking for “..a white pussy who can take 10 inch pipe in all 3 holes – fucking NOW!! No GAMES – we fucking NOW!!” When I am horny and fucked up on Tina, I get pretty bold, so I snorted a few big lines and figured what the fuck, all they could do is not hit me back. I replied to their ad and attached a picture of me on my hands and knees, my big white ass front and center, and a pair of red lace panties pulled down just below my hips to show off the way to my hole. I have found it s amazing how much ‘straight guys’ are willing to look past if there is a pair of red lace panties around. I told the Mandingo Taggers how much I needed big black dick in my ass pussy, I could take all the pipe they got, and was willing to let them fuck however they wanted to, and would do anything – especially raw. I ended with, “PS – I can be generous with $300 as I am a bottom guy and know that may not be exactly what you were looking for, but I’m a white pussy willing to please and don’t mind it being anonymous – don’t need to see your faces.” While I had their pics from Craigslist, I knew most of those were fake, so figured they may like knowing I was good with them being on the Down Low (DL). I hit the send button and waited, assuming I would hear nothing, but about 2 minutes later got an email back. Damn that was quick, and a good sign! They asked for my number to text me to confirm if I was real, I needed to understand they were not gay, but if the hustle was true, they could handle that. I texted them right away, promised my offer of $300 was true as long as they pounded my pussy good. They replied with an address and ‘put the panties on.’ The rush of excitement was amazing as my adrenaline mixed with the Tina and made my ass wet as I thought about all that dick. I did a couple more lines, grabbed my poppers, a small brown bottle filled with Tina, my wallet and headed out. A quick stop at the ATM and cab ride and I was on the other side of town. The address they gave me was in Southeast DC, and a pretty rough part of that area, but I did not care. I just wanted some raw dick and I was hoping for even more, hoping they were infected with something to give me as I played roulette with my ass. The front door to the building was locked, the two guards at the desk looked at me, buzzed me in, and when I showed my ID and wrote my name on the paper on the clipboard they sort of looked at each other like “what the fuck?” They must not get a lot a lot of white guys there, alone, late on a Saturday night as one of them stepped out from behind the desk and offered to walk me down to the elevators. Like I said, the Tina makes me bold, and the rent-a-cop was hot, and I swear his left hand was rubbing the bulge that ran down his leg as we walked. When we got near the elevator I saw the hallway was clear so I took out my small brown bottle of Tina, showed it to the rent-a-cop and said, “Hey, before I head up, you interested in a little?” His eyes focused on the bottle, looked at me, back at the bottle, and he said, “Um, yeah, man, not here.” He stepped several feet down the hall, pulled his key ring away from his waist, and turned a lock in a door that had an EXIT sign above it. He stepped through, I followed, and we were in a little hallway that led to a back door. I handed him the bottle, he opened it, tapped a small pile of Tina onto his finger, then sniffed it. He repeated that for the other nostril, then handed it to me and I did the same. He shook his head back and forth real quick as it kicked in and said, “Thanks.” We went back into the hallway and I caught the elevator and as the doors slid close I knew the bulge in his pants was even bigger now – thank the Tina!! I opened the bottle again and did a huge hit. I wanted to be fucked up for this and have my ass relaxed as much as possible. I was tempted to do a booty bump, but decided best not to get caught with my finger up my ass. I stepped off the elevator and started down the hall. The entire hallway smelled like weed, there was loud music, people talking and yelling - noisy party place for sure. The apartment number they gave me was the next to the last apartment on the right side. I pushed the little doorbell button by the peephole, heard it ring, and waited. A few people came out of an apartment down the hall and went to the elevator, but paid me no mind. I pushed the bell again and heard a couple of chains undone and the deadbolt turned. The door opened into a dark hallway with the flickering of a TV in a room at the other end. I was enveloped by a cloud of smoke from weed, and knew these dudes were as fucked up as I was, so yeah this should be fun. I could not see who opened the door as he was behind it, but I stepped through and into the hallway. A really deep voice said, “Go on,” as he put his hand on my back and pushed me forward. I walked down the hall and into the living room/dining room. The only light in the apartment was coming from the porn on the TV – a bleached blond woman being gangbanged by four big dicked black guys. DAMN! There was a huge couch just to my right that took up most of the living area that was facing the TV. It was one of those deep seated, soft couches made for chilling and near the end was a black guy with some hot tats on his chest, naked, except for a dark colored bandana covering the lower half of his face and sunglasses. He looked like a bandit. I wanted to laugh as all I could think was how would you do a stick up naked? But he had the gun for it, a huge black dick, sticking straight up, that he was stroking. His dick was shiny from the lube and he was intent on the TV as he was stretched out and laid back, stroking. There was a big coffee table in front of the couch that had a few boxes of Magnums spilling out, ashtrays, some glasses, and several porn DVD cases. Damn – didn’t want the condoms for sure, but if that was the only way I could get their dick I would take it covered if I had to. The guy behind me pushed me forward again, “Let me see those panties,” he said. I slipped my sneakers off, took off my pants, and bent over a little so he could have a good look. As I did I looked back at him. Was not sure which guy he was from the pictures, but like his friend the only thing he was wearing was a dark colored bandana covering the lower part of his face, but no sun glasses. His eyes were glassy and fucked up looking and he started pushing at my shirt, getting it out of the way. I pulled my shirt up under my arms, bent all the way over, and showed him my white ass and the red panties. I knew this Mandingo Tagger liked what he was looking at as he started pulling the panties to the side and rubbing a thick finger in my ass crack. The guy on the couch was now looking at us as the guy behind me pushed up close so I could feel his big hard dick and started walking me towards his friend with his body. I walked forward towards the end of the couch that had a big bottle of WET lube on it, and turned around so the Mandingo Tagger on the couch could have a look at my ass as I bent over and started sucking the first guy’s dick. His dick was hard, thick, and heavy like a club. A recent trimming had left his shaft, balls, and surrounding pubic region a minefield of stubble that pricked and tickled. He was uncut, so that picture was accurate, and I was in heaven as I inhaled his musky, sweaty, scent. I could not wait to get his dick up my ass and was sucking it as best I could. The guy sitting on the couch reached over and twirled a finger inside the edge of my panties, and as he stood up, pulled them to the side. He squirted some lube, slipped a finger up my ass, and started finger-fucking me. I was moaning as I sucked and tried to pitch my voice high so it sounded more feminine. He set the bottle of lube onto the coffee table, grabbed a set of the Magnum condoms, ripped one off, and stepped back behind me. I continued sucking the first guy not sure I was doing OK as he was not saying a word or really even moaning, but I just kept at it. I could hear the guy behind me fumbling with the Magnum packet, tear it open, and then felt a line of cold lube squirted down the crack of my ass. His fingers found my hole again and I could hear him jacking his dick, getting it ready. I could tell he had a condom on when he started to push his dick in as it seemed to catch and did not want to go. He pushed, squirted some more lube and I backed my ass up best I could while still keeping the dick in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and started pumping – calm, steady, short stabbing pumps. While he had a big dick it just felt like he was only in the outer part of my ass, so my moaning of pleasure became moans of begging, wanting him deeper. Fucking condoms! After a few minutes the guy I was sucking pulled away and went and sat down on the couch where the other guy had been. When he did, the guy behind me started to pull out, and again the condom sort of caught, and I could tell pulled part way off as he had to yank the empty part of it out of my ass as he pulled all the way out. He turned me around and I bent over the soft arm of the couch and the guy sitting there guided my head to his dick. My ass was high and waiting and the guy who had been fucking slipped back into my ass – this time without any resistance or hesitation. He was fucking me RAW!! He slid in so easily and there was no catching I was sure he was barebacking me – YES!!!! In my excitement I started moving my hips and tried backing up to meet each thrust, while keeping the other dick in my mouth. He must have taken the condom all the way off when we changed positions and was now stealthing me and barebacking me so his buddy couldn’t see. The Mandingo Tagger fucking me picked up his pace and was now grunting as he fucked. The guy I was sucking now put his hand on my head and pressed up and down as he said, “YEAH BOY, FUCK THAT WHITE PUSSY, FUCK HER BLOND PUSSY.” The guy behind me then put one foot up on the arm of the couch to my right and angled me to the left just a little as he now slammed my ass, while his buddy encouraged him. I was moaning like a woman as best I could with a raw dick in my mouth and another pounding my pussy ass. The Taggers took their time and the guy fucking had awesome stamina as he kept a hard and steady pace banging my ass out, opening it up, and fucking it only the way a man in need can. “UGH, UH, UGHH!!!!” THE GUY FUCKING ME MOANED AND I FELT HIM UNLOAD IN MY ASS. On Tina I swear my ass is more sensitive and I knew I felt every squirt of his cum inside me, and man did he cum. It seemed to take him forever to stop nutting up my ass and once he was done, he continued to work it in and kept pumping. I was hoping he would go for round two, but he dropped his foot, yanked his cock out and said, “Where’s the money?” Damn- guess that was all I was getting, so I stood up, turned and said, “In my left front pocket.” I watched as he walked over towards the hallway, his big dick swinging with each step and wanted to ask for more. The guy on the couch then said, “Keep sucking me.” I bent back over the arm of the couch, but he guided me around in front of him so that I was kneeling between his legs sucking his dick as he watched the porn. A few minutes later I heard a door close followed closely by a wracking cough that sounded like someone was hacking up a lung. I stopped and looked up and the guy I was sucking who said, “He just went in to his bedroom a minute. I want to fuck that pussy now.” I let go of his wet, sloppy dick, anxious to see what this Mandingo Tagger could throw down. I stood up, he turned me around, backed me up and made me sit on the couch. He pushed my legs back as he half stood/half squatted over me and roughly yanked the red panties to the side. With my hole exposed, he stood over me, his legs spread to the side like he was on the football field and getting ready to meet a tackle head on. He then lifted my legs up so they were pushed back by his arms as he leaned forward a bit and I put my arms around his neck. Standing/squatting over my hole like he was, he put his long arms down each side of my body, with his hands cupping my ass, spreading my hole for his dick. He did not stop and grab a condom – yes he was FUCKING ME RAW too!!! He didn’t grab any lube either, just used what the first Mandingo Tagger had left in my hole as he worked the head into my raw ass and then slid deep in my slicked up guts. “THAT’S IT BABY, WORK THAT WHITE PUSSY FOR ME, COME ON BABY, RIDE THIS DICK – RIDE DADDY’S DICK – FUCK – GODDAM!!” This guy was pretty verbal and I loved it. I pitched my voice again, and said, “Please fuck my pussy, fuck it hard, give me your big black pole, fuck me, fuck me!!!” He started fucking even harder, and the way he was standing/squatting he could really dig and power fuck me and I truly felt like a pussy as he continued to use his hands to spread my hole for his huge black dick. I wanted his cum so bad and was afraid he would pull out, as he got closer. The Tagger was built to fuck, with powerful thighs and a deep stroke, with stamina that outlasted the first guy as he churned my wet hole inside out with his long black dick. All the chem sweat that beaded off his body and dripped onto me as he took charge of my ass and made my hole his. The bandana on his face was wet and stained from his fuck sweat and his eyes were rolling around in pleasure as he explored my ass with his raw dick. “Please give it to me, please give me those black babies – give me your babies,” I said. This turned him on as he grunted and said, “Oh YEAH”. So I kept it up, “Breed my pussy, cum in me, breed my pussy, GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!!” His fingers dug into my ass as he slam fucked and unloaded inside me, moaning, groaning, twisting his face and shaking his head as his load exploded into my guts to mix with his buddy’s. He only pumped about twice more before pulling out and letting my legs fall. He was breathing hard, stood up, shook his head, stepped to the other end of the couch, grabbed a t-shirt that was balled up there, turned his back to me and lifted the bandana on his face and used the t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and chest. I stood up, realigned the red panties, and took a step over to my pile of clothes. “Yo, I ain’t done yet. My homie ain’t neither. We been geeking for white pussy all motha fuckin day and now that we got some in the house we plan to work it over!” The glass he drank from sounded like it was going to break the coffee table when he slammed it back down. He adjusted his bandana, stepped in front of me, grabbed the top edge of the red panties with both hands and then RIPPED THEM apart and tugged and pulled and tore until they came off me. He then looked at the shredded bits in his hand, grabbed the back of my head roughly with his right hand and held me steady as with his left he crammed the panty shreds into my open mouth. The Mandingo Tagger then laughed and slapped my ass, “Fucking slut! Now get yo ass up on the couch. No stand the fuck up on it like this, grab onto the back and arch your hips and squat down a bit – that’s right – bend over – show me that white pussy again.” This time it was not his still hard dick that went exploring, but his tongue, which was firm, longer than some guys’ dicks, and intent on tasting what he and his homie had deposited. I pulled the panty bits out of my mouth and gagged and spit, which made his slap my ass cheeks hard, but did not stop him from getting down to business. “Yeah freak man, eat me out. Bury that face up in there. Get at it boy!” I urged. Then I had an idea. I pulled forward a bit, the Tagger now getting nothing but air, “You ever given a booty bump? Tasted one? Let me grab my stash.” I quickly hopped off the couch, grabbed my bottle of Tina, stepped back up on the couch, licked my finger and coated it in powder as I squatted right in front of his eager bandit face and said, “TASTE THAT SHIT FUCKER!” before coating the inside of my wet ass with Miss T. The Tagger buried his face back up in my ass and was slurping at my frosty when his homie came back out into the living room. He swaggered towards us, his dick hard, the head glistening and drooling – fucker was ready for another round! He still had on his shades and bandana, and I wondered how he could see, but see he could as he zoned right in on the spit covered, red lace panty bits that were now on the couch beside me. He reached down, picked at the pile, withdrew the biggest piece, and deftly reached under the bandana on his face and put the end of it in his mouth and started chewing on it as he turned a bit to watch his homie eat my Tina laced ass. WHAT THE FUCK! This was one of the oddest fuck sets I had ever seen, yet little did I know this was nothing compared to what was to come. The Tagger eating my ass backed off and the one with the red lace panty shards dangling from his mouth stepped right up behind me and slammed his stiff rod into my ass. No ‘Bottom May I?’, no foreplay, no warning – not that I minded at all. I crouched down a bit to make sure every thrust hit my gut walls. I wanted that shit to hurt and wanted to have my guts sore for a couple and know I had been fucked. “COME ON SLAM IT IN THERE MAN, OPEN ME UP, DEEP DICK IT, PUSH THAT NASTY NUTT UP IN THERE GIVE ME THAT RAW DICK!” I demanded like a pushy bottom. The one that had been eating my Tina ass reached out and cuffed my head, “Shut the fuck up bitch.” The Tagger in the sunglasses kept banging me out long and hard, and the more I squatted back to meet his dick, the rougher he split my guts open. His sweaty thighs and hips were smacking me good and his fingers were digging into my flesh to ensure I would not run. Hell – running from that dick was the last thing I wanted to do – HA! Several minutes of steady fucking later the Tagger yanked his black meat out of my ass, stood back, and I turned and could not help but laugh as he looked like a wild and crazy man dancing back and forth side to side, his arms out wide, the panty piece now wet and slimy hanging down from his mouth. I didn’t see the second BBC so was not sure where he went, when the Tagger stopped and started coughing, hacking again. He spit the sloppy piece of panties onto the floor, followed by a big wad of phlegm. “Please – let me taste it,” I begged. He stopped dancing, reached out and grabbed me by the throat, squeezed my neck tight and pushed me down to my knees. I instinctively opened my mouth and closed my eyes – the first slippery chunk hit my cheek, but he took two fingers, swiped it towards my mouth and let me lick him clean. He gripped my neck harder, hacked and pulled another wad from deep in his lungs, and that one planted half in my mouth and on my upper lip, but quickly slid down. The evil laugh that followed made me smile – yeah he was a twisted fucker. The Tagger pulled me back up and turned me around. I grunted as he shoved his dick back inside me and then with me on my tip toes he whore walked me over to the glass dining room table. With his left arm he made a quick sweep of the dirty dishes, papers, and shit that was on the table and once a space was cleared pushed me face down onto the glass top and began long stroking me – slow, deep, and without mercy. “Please – can I get my bottle – you know my Tina?” I asked. The Tagger kept fucking and I was getting ready to ask again when he stopped, pulled his dick out of my sloppy ass and stood back waiting. I quickly went back to the couch and found the bottle I had dropped. I poured some out, sniffed it, squinted, my eyes teared up and then hurried back to the table where my BBC stuffer was anxiously waiting. He grabbed the bottle from me, poured out a big amount, which I though he was going to sniff, but instead he coated three fingers, turned me to the side, and started to claw my ass up with a hot Tina bump. I moaned in pleasure as his fingers stretched my ass more. My face hit the glass table top hard as the Tagger got back down to business, this time he was mumbling under his bandana, “…whore for this dick…stretching that pussy wide open…pimp that shit out…who’s your daddy?...” His rambling didn’t pause a beat when the second Mandingo showed back up, on his hands and knees at the end of the table, craning his neck trying to get a close up view of the fucking. He crawled under the table, flipped over onto his back, and pushed himself and wiggled so that he was lying almost directly under my hole with a perfect view of his homie’s dick going in and out. My ass twitched as I watched through the glass table top at the BBC underneath us being stroked hard, fast, and furious. He clearly liked what he saw and his buddy must have liked being watched too because only a minute later I felt him pause, stiffen, and his buddy on the floor say, “FUCK YEAH BOY – THOSE BALLS THROWING THAT NUTT INTO THAT PUSSY! LET ME SEE THAT CREAMPIE – LET ME BE THE CLEANUP MAN.” The Tagger who just unloaded in my ass slowly continued to work his nutt in as he pulled me to a standing position, backed me two steps away with his dick still inside me, and waited for his friend to get out from underneath the table. Once his friend was up he pulled all the way out, turned me around, and wagged his slimy dick at me. I bent over and moaned in pleasure as I savored the tasted of his funky dick, my wet ass, and Tina flavored nutt. The voyeur Tagger was busy slurping at my cream filled hole like a kid devouring a Twinkie. Once his dick was clean the Tagger walked away, swaggered down the hall and slammed a door and started hacking again. Damn I wished he had given it to me. The guy who had been eating my hole stopped, walked over by the couch, picked up the right boot of a pair of Timberlands, and deftly pulled out the camel colored laces. He then quickly made a loop, a knot, and wound the laces around his dick and balls, crossed the ends and pulled tight. His dick jumped in pain and happiness as his improvised cock ring forced the blood to engorge his dick. He than walked over to me, grabbed my arm tight and walked me to the other side of the room. I stood still as he then proceed to pull the drapes back, the damp humid window splintering the parking lot lights. “Bend the fuck over, put your hands flat on the glass on don’t you fucking move,” he snarled. “No wait a sec,” he pushed me to the side, slid the large living room door open, and instead of putting my hands on the glass had me bend forward, grip the window sill, and then slammed me to the hilt. I grunted, moaned, and my eyes rolled. He started to yell, making the flitting shadows of folks walking past down in the parking lot stop and watch, “THAT’S RIGHT – FUCKING THAT WHITE SLOPPY PUSSY – WHORE CUNT FOR NICCAS RIGHT HERE – CRAVING THAT CHUNKY NUTT AND LONG, BLACK, THICK DICK! THOSE PUSSY LIPS TRYIN TO GRAB MY SHIT AND BREAK IT OFF – FUCKING SLUT – TAKING ALL THIS LONG, BLACK, DICK – BEGGING FOR MY FUCKING NUTT – BEGGING LIKE A RIGHT GOOD SLUT – BEGGING TO GET KNOCKED UP – YO BOYS WHITE PUSSY IN THE HOUSE – GET THAT FUCKING RIDE ON AND BANG THE BITCHES BACK OUT! OH FUCK YEAH, HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH HERE THAT SHIT COMES – OH FUCK YEAH, FUCK YEAH, YEAH…YEAH..YEAH…TAKE THAT LOAD, TAKE THAT NUTT, TAKE IT…TAKE IT…TAKE IT!!!!” Once the Mandingo Tagger finished his latest breeding he slithered out of my hole and stood there, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf that just finished working over Little Red Riding Hood. Without a word I got on my knees and slurped his dick clean of my ass funk – nutt, ass juice, more nutt – fucking manna from heaven! I then looked up and asked him if he was up for more. He just shook his head no, so I went over, picked up my clothes and got dressed. When I reached into my pockets I confirmed his friend had found the cash and told him that, but also realized his friend took my money to get home too. “Can I get money for a cab or Metro I asked?” The Tagger just shook his bandana covered head no and started pushing me towards the door! Oh well, guess I could walk if I had to, at least he did not take my Tina. I took a monster hit of Tina in the elevator and when I got to the first floor passed several people who were just coming in. I stopped at the front desk and the two rent-a-cops I saw when I came in were still there, and two more stepped out from the office – I showed up right at shift change. The guard I had shared the Tina with hit his buddy on the arm when I walked up and chuckled and half whispered, “That’s the ass that was getting tagged by the homies up on the east side – you know the shit you heard when you was making the rounds.” I pulled my bottle of Tina out, smiled my most innocent smile and said, “Hey guys – what’s up? You won’t believe this, but I seem to have misplaced my cash for my ride home. Is there any way one of you guys might be able to help me out – or maybe I could help you out?” They all four laughed and the one I had shared the Tina with definitely rubbed his bulge, pointed with his thumb to an open door leading to a bathroom behind them in the office as he said, “Pay to play baby, pay to play,” as he unlocked the office door to the left of the desk and invited me in.
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I put another ad on Craigslist, only this time it was not for the XXX bookstore; I left it open start with about where I would be... Maybe the park or a Truck-Stop on the highway that had a cheap motel next door! The first couple days the responses were many I thought I was going to be at the park, but after my post have been up for a another day the responses seemed to be in favor of the Truck-Stop with the cheap motel room far outnumbered the park. Looking through my email that night while I was partying, I received an email that grabbed my attention! A guy who was partying with Tina at home saw my post; his response was anything but typical. He was wanting to Fuck my well used hole before and after my group fucking, etc. I hit him up and we chatted for a few hours, I asked him if he'd be interested in pimping me out; he said he would fucking love to!!! The next day I showed up at the motel next to the Truck-Stop. I knocked on his room door; as he opened door I could tell he was impressed for I was dressed as a Cum Slut, Cock Whore even more so than at the bookstore! My ass was fully visible and hanging out making it obvious I was wanting used by many, anybody and everybody. I walked into his room bent over the table and shook my little tail at him, he knew from our talking I was there for Cum! My hole was open and lubed, he didn't hesitate to walk over pull his pants down and put his hard cock against my hole. He slid his cock inside in one thrust and his balls started slapping against my Tait; and he was fucking me, fucking me good! I worked and wiggled my ass on his cock and he starts telling me how I'm going to be his dirty little cum Whore, for every guy around to fuck full of cum!!! I'll be his cock whore cum slut and I was just going to just be a warm hole to Cum in... And he's going to give me the first of many loads of cum as he pulls me by my hips harder into him as I start fucking back on his cock grinding harder as I backup feeling his cock surge shooting the first of many loads for the night. It only made me want more and more!!! We smoked a bowl before heading over to the back of the Truck-Stop, blowing several clouds. As I could feel it take over, I felt so nasty and so ready to take any and every cock available. He drove me to the back lot and from all the trucks parked there it looked like a good turnout! He took me by the hand and said were going in the Truck-Stop first so he can parade me around in my little outfit with my ass hanging out so the truckers can see what a little fucking cock whore I was. It seems they all took notice as they start grabbing my ass and probing my Freshly Bred Cock Slot. A few said they saw me on Craigslist and most of the guys were there because of me, that made me feel so fucking hot; I Needed Cum in my little Fuck Hole. We walked out into the lot by the trucks and I hollered out I'm a Cock hungry Cum Whore and I Need to get fucked by all of you! One of the truckers hollerd to tell me I can use his truck to take ALL Cummers. But before I can climb into the cab my new Pimp told me to grab the handles above me and bend over while he pulled my panties down and used the Cum already in me to wet my hole. I felt the first trucker as he got in my hole, I was so hot and he came so quick and shot his load in me. When he pulled his cock out of me his load instantly started leaking out of me. I had 3 more Cocks in my twat before I could even make it into the cab! Once in the sleeper I got on my hands and knees on the bed and I feel a big BIG HARD ONE pushing in me so deep! I looked over my shoulder and there must have been 5 or 6 guys inside the truck watching. It made me so horny to be such a dirty little whore with my hole wide open, Cum streaming out down my legs ready to get dumped in. My new pimp was putting a mark on my ass for every load deposited. After about 3 hours or so; I think I have 14 marks on my ass, and he said since there's no one else ready right now we would go back to his room and get ready for the second round. He helped me out of the cab as even more Cum came running out of my hole and dripping on the parking lot; I felt like such a good little cock whore! We went back to his room and he loaded up another bowl, I got really spun to where my ears were ringing. I felt like the dirtiest lil Cock Hole. Then he said he's going to take me to find more Anonymous Cock and that I needed more Cum in me. I was his little Cock Whore open for use! Open for all of them to pump as many loads into me as they wanted... He walked me through the Truck-Stop Drivers Lounge and there were about 4 truckers in there, it was kind of dark only the light of the TV. In there are chairs kind of spread out, and as my pimp and I walked by the drivers they could see his hand on my bare ass with his middle finger buried in my dripping Cock Slot. He took me to some recliners in the back and positioned me so they could still see us. He bent me over where I was leaning on the chair and start fucking me. All of the drivers came to watch there must have been about eight surrounding me now! My Pimp pulled his cock and offered my Sloppy twat to the others! As they bunched up one just jammed his tool in me and power fucked me for about five minutes, when he came it all shoot out of me I was so full of Spunk!!! Just as the second one was lining up on my twat, an employee came back there. I got scared and started to hustle out but he said, "no wait wait I want to turn"; as he fucked me the Cum was just gushing out of me. I kept wiping it off of my thighs and licked my hand clean. We decided to all pile up and go on a motel room where I climbed up on the middle of the bed and take seven more loads! When the last guy was done I just laid there in a puddle of CUM in ecstasy cuz I've been such a good little fucking Cum Whore!!! And my Pimp said it was so fucking good watching me be the Dirtiest little Cock Whore he said he'd ever seen... True story ~ Good time Tawnie
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Chasing the Bug 2.0 – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League educated, and works for one of the most prestigious lobbyomg firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older than me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered lobbyist all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the side or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no matter what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas and after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, and I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling ways, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back of small motorboats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and I could not keep my eyes off one guy in particular who was sitting on the edge of the back of the boat with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes, actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching the three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following him. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and about 110 degrees inside. The guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back where he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “Man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want you to have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said. This was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like hell as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin to skin and raw. I heard Richard exclaim, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman. The Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME. I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his shorts and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. I pulled up my shorts and said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked. “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman again. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and lay on the floor and went to sleep. PART 2 – RAW POZ DICK IN ST THOMAS “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ?” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late. I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me in his typical condescending manner, preparing to lecture me that it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, and walked away, following Andre. Richard could stay or go. I didn’t care. We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out. They drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan, plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, and two old, beat up cars. Andre parked and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you again. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. After my eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, average build, and with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet! I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking big dawg feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know this man?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 30’s to 40’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly, warm, natural, and so unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James cautioned, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart. Take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmy’s several years earlier. It was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards us, as James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up while he sipped his drink and then turned his head away as I followed James down the hall. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open that looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmy’s is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood of foreskin, dark and juicy. I could only stare, as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floorboards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and asked with a knowing smirk, “Now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were large, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted to taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs. I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and asked, “What do you want?” I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “NO,” I SAID, “I WANT YOU, I WANT ALL OF YOU, I WANT ALL YOU’VE GOT, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE WITH YOUR AIDS DICK!” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for more. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held aloft by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said, “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum got my head good and spinning. I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back again, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare. My body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” I clung to James’ biceps for dear life while he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. Just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his fuck workout that dripped into my face. James smiled again and kept working my ass and leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I WANT YOU TO PUNCH FUCK ME AGAIN, PLEASE, I NEED THAT, AND I NEED YOUR CUM, PLEASE YOU – ALL OF YOU – ALL OF YOU, I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. James chuckled like an a villain in a movie, “You are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever! Now, I am going to breed you raw. Get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” I was a raw virgin no more as my BBC top returned to slam fucking my ass. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he shoved his hard dick deeper. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “LET ME HEAR YOU NOW, LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAM, THAT’S IT, GOT ME SO FUCKING HARD – OH FUCK YEAH – FUCK YEAH – TAKE ME – TAKE ME – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up and laughed as he said, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs ! We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but he interrupted me and said, “Since you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two big guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so I felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET….” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain for Richards pathetic being dripped in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me with disgust. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me again with his AIDs. That day began my life at Jimmy’s. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’ nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmy’s always have a good time. Jimmy’s is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ, free, and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.
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So far this year I have been on a roll. In fact, I think I have taken more loads in the first three and a half months of 2016 than all loads combined for my entire life. If that's not true it will be by June for sure. So far this week I have nine in me and looking for more. If you are in SF and need to unload please message me...
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Nasty HORNY 'lil CD Cumdump wants to smoke while getting fucked and filled to over flowing. Looks unimportant, only Cum!
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Last night, I got a late surge of energy and decided to head out to the nearby suburban ABS (adult bookstore) to see what I might find. I'm a dedicated cocksucker and quite good (as I've been told). This ABS can be very hit-or-miss, but I've found that, if I'm patient, I can find usually find some satisfaction. I hung out in a corner, sitting on a stool, surfing the internet on my iPhone for about an hour. I was sipping on a bottle of Dr. Pepper spiked with Jim Beam bourbon as I bided my time. I periodically walked around the booth area, but saw no men who grabbed my attention. My patience was ultimately rewarded. About an hour after arriving, a guy strolled in. He looked like a suburban dad -- very much my type -- late 40's/early 50's, in good shape, not a gym bod, but a well-maintained "Dad bod", salt-and-pepper hair. He looked in my direction as he passed -- the lighting is bad there so I couldn't clearly see his face but he he did seem to make eye contact with me -- and he headed to one of two booths connected by a glory hole. I popped up off of the stool and entered the adjoining booth, locked the door, pulled my bottle of poppers out of my pocket and dropped to my knees in front of the glory hole. He dropped a few quarters into the machine, undid this belt and turned to bring his soft cock toward the gloryhole. Although I have been accused, in jest (I think), by friends of being a bit of a "size queen", the truth is I'm quite happy to slurp on a cock of any size. Granted, I do very much enjoy the sensation of my mouth and throat being filled with tumescent manflesh and I relish the challenge of servicing a freakishly large member, but a smaller-than-average cock can be just as much fun to play with. My initial impression of this guy was that he was on the smaller size but as I worked my magic on him he grew to a substantial size (probably 7.5" and on the thick side) and he stayed ROCK hard once I got him to that state. I was in heaven! Between periodic hits of poppers, I alternated between working his head with my tongue and bobbing on his stiff shaft, taking him deep and loving every inch of him. When I'm sucking cock, I very much get into "the zone" and lose all sense of time. Eventually, my thighs were getting sore from my crouching, so I dropped onto my knees and continued for a good long time. It dawned on my that I might need to use my hand to push him over the edge. Frankly, I prefer to suck a man hands-free and make him shoot solely from my oral skills. But I realize that some guys need the extra tightness/pressure from a hand squeezing their shaft. When I added my tight fist around this shaft to the magic that my mouth was working, I heard him starting to grunt and moan. His breath quickened and and this cock quivered and was soon rewarded with the sweet taste of his cum on my tongue. I swallowed every drop and thanked him through the glory hole as he pulled up his jeans. By the time he exited his booth and headed toward the exit door, I was back on my stool in the corner. He looked at me, smiled and nodded his head.
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On the first somewhat hot day I went outside to a famous cruising area. During the first hour I had no success as I was approached only by guys to whom I was not attracted. At some point I went to my car for a drink and en route noticed a hot black guy walking around. He texted me on grindr (lol) I told him I'd be right back. En route to the car, I was distracted as I sucked a dude to completion. Then I went back to the black guy. We talked a bit and then I sucked him off, swallowing his cum. This meant I got two loads in all of ten minutes!. We talked some more and he commented he wanted to know how slutty I was,, given I had swallowed his cum, so when he got hard again I sucked more. A friend of his joined us, and ended up fucking me while the black guy's dick was in my mouth. The fucker came in my ass and the black dude shot his second load in my mouth. We talked some more and decided he should fuck me next time. As it turned out, he worked quite lose to my place so that should be soon. We said our goodbyes and I walked to my car where I noticed a couple checking me out. They wanted to get sucked, so down on my knees I went. The hunger one also fucked me. Both ended up shooting in my mouth and I swallowed both loads. Then I decided to call it quits. However another dude had seen me and wanted my dick, ass and mouth. I fucked him. He fucked me. And we sucked each other. He shot in my mouth. I was a bit disappointed he hadn't cum in my ass, but all in all, I 'had' six guys, two threesomes, and three dicks in my ass, one load in the ass and had swallowed six loads. Gonna be a hot summer!
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Where Fairy-Tails Come True: The moon hung low and full over the western Maryland countryside and the last vestiges of winter snow still struggled to hold on in the shadows of the forest’s sentinels. I might have stopped to relish that all if I were still a man – well at least that moment anyways – but as I ran with my pack the only things racing through my mind was the scent of the my former frat brother and the overpowering musk being released all around me as a dozen other dicks stiffened, drooled, and marked our trail. Once upon a time I was just a naïve freshman attending American University (AU) in Washington, DC. I had an idyllic life. Mom, dad, pain in the ass kid sister, trophies and accolades, and not a worry in the world. Well, that’s not totally true. I did have one worry, a really big one. I liked dick. I couldn’t help it. I had tried, but I couldn’t stop sucking on any dick I could find or bending over and taking it up the ass. Mall bathrooms, club stairwells, my neighbor’s barn with the lawn guy – didn’t matter, I needed raw dick and cum. Any dick was good, but big, tough, masculine daddy dick was the best! My parents had even sent me to one of those rehab places, but nothing worked, so my father resigned himself to my ‘secret’ urges and even started me on PREP and I agreed to try to keep it all private. Fuck! It was harder than you think and I was always fucking horny and doing the whole ‘dinner and a date’ thing was just not my speed. I was a clean cut, all American jock who liked it dirty, sleazy, and to the right of pig especially from those top pigs were POZ. Being neg and chasing AIDs dick was so fucking hot and every time I thought about a POZ top sperming me up with a toxic load I had to jack off. AU was my dad’s alma mater and he was one of their biggest donors, I felt like I had eyes on me 24/7. I was so paranoid I even paid another freshman for his iPad, and set up a fake account so I could troll online to try to find some nasty daddy dick. I guess DC has a pretty active online sex scene compared to some places, but fuck I had a hell of time finding daddy dick willing to give me POZ cum. It was not an age thing, but the look, the masculinity, the self-assurance, their need to fuck and give me their cum no matter what and I was happy to oblige! Lucky for me I’m also a tech wiz and the darkweb – the deep underbelly of the internet – was like a second home to me and it did not take me long to find a few kinky dad types who were willing to breed me on the regular in their office, the Macy’s bathroom, or their family room while their wife was upstairs sleeping. No names, no chatting, no pretending it was anything more than my raw ass taking their raw dick – no questions asked. A couple of them I saw more than once, but most were cum and go and I had to keep trolling to satisfy my urges and need – that is until I met Clifton. I had started during the summer term and had been on campus for about 6-weeks the first afternoon I went to meet Clifton. He worked as the Super, or head maintenance man in one of the big old fancy, residence buildings up in Kalorama. I hopped out of the taxi, walked around to the back and to a service entrance door nestled in the gray granite stones of the foundation. Clifton had the door propped open and was standing in the small stairwell with his right foot up on the second step as he leaned onto his right leg, taking a smoke break. I stopped at the top of the steps, Clifton smiled, stood up, dropped his cigarette onto the bottom step and put it out while I looked him over in his sexy gray uniform and thought he looked fucking hot as hell. Here was a real daddy for sure! He then stepped back against the open door as I came down the few steps and started to enter the basement. Clinton’s sweaty, hairy arm shot out, blocking the door. I looked up into his face – he was a good deal taller than me and thickly built, with wavy, greasy, long black hair slicked behind his ears, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and beard, hairy arms, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared into those azure depths and couldn’t wait to taste what he had hidden. Clifton then casually leaned forward, his head on one side, his arm on the other, me in between and he took two, long, deep sniffs of me. Weird right? But at the moment I really didn’t think anything of it, as I was anxious to get my daily dose of dick. Clifton pulled back, his nostrils flared, his eyes closed, as he now inhaled slow, deep, and steady. Now I thought what? Do my pits stink? “Come in back, I think I got just what you need,” Clifton said as he dropped his arm and locked the basement door behind us. I had to quick step to keep up with his long strides and a few turns down a couple dimly lit basement hallways he unlocked another door and led me into what looked like a monk’s cell. A small twin-size bed, a metal locker, a wood chair by a small table with a laptop sitting open, a mini-kitchen that looked like it came out of an RV was all there was and it was spotless. Nothing was lying around, not piece of clothing, there were no pictures, not even an ashtray. I chuckled, “Man, you live light. Is this where you live really? Being the Super and all figured you’d have something a bit, wel….” Clifton was laying his pressed uniform over the back of the chair and all other thoughts vanished as I took in his big daddy body and dark fur that seemed to cover his chest, torso, back, and legs. Even his ass was a bit hairy and waves of man musk came off him like a thunderstorm rolling down the Potomac. “You going to just talk or suck my AIDs dick?” Clifton asked. Those were the magic words. I scurried over and dropped to my knees but my new daddy stopped me, “Take that shit off first. I want to see what I’m working with.” I stood back up, stumbled and fumbled as I took my shorts and t-shirt off and then puffed out my chest for my final inspection. Clifton circled me two, then three times, each time pausing along his journey to lean in and SNIFF me. The final circle he let out a little grunt and growl, pushed me to the floor and hefted his big dick up for me to see his monster balls. “Lick them clean,” Clifton ordered. His balls were huge, perfectly formed eggs and his sack was covered in the same, thick black hair as the rest of him. I eagerly went to town, slurping, licking, tasting his salty man funk with the occasional pause to pull a hair or two out of my teeth. When he was satisfied, the furry daddy pushed my head away and said, “Open that mouth.” I did, my neck craned, my eyes closed as he spit onto my face, in my mouth, his mouth juice dribbling down my chin. He then tilted my head forward a bit and stuffed it with his ripe dick until I was gagging like the hungry slut I was. “SWALLOW THAT AIDS DICK. YOU SAID YOU KNEW HOW TO DEEP THROAT A MAN’S DICK. I’M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU YET. YOU NEED TO LET GO. RELAX. LET ME DO THE WORK. YOU BETTER SUBMIT RIGHT OR WE DONE. I TOLD YOU – IF I CAN’T USE YOU LIKE I WANT AND HOW YOU SHOULD BE USED IT’S NOT HAPPENING. HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU PUP? SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT MAN HOLE IS FOR MY POZ CUM. THAT’S RIGHT. GOOD. SLOBBER MY DICK UP. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH IF YOU NEED TO BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO BREAK THAT NECK AND FORCE FEED YOU,” Clifton warned. I had spit running down my chin and my tongue and jaws hurt already, but this was the best dick I had ever tasted! It was a good 9-inches and super thick, perfectly round, with the longest foreskin ever and cheesy underbelly! The shaft was also hairier than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted it up my ass – and soon! Daddy growled, “THERE YOU GO. THAT’S IT. GAG ON THAT FUCKER. SWALLOW IT ALL PUP – RIGHT THE FUCK NOW – SWALLOW – AHH!” Clifton grabbed both sides of my head, angled it a little to the left and slammed hard and fast into my throat. He was right. My gag relax broke and a few strokes later he was unleashing a flow of thick, daddy cum down my throat and into my stomach and as the first gobs hit, my entire abdomen got warm, my body tingled, I shivered, and had what felt like an organism without cumming. I breathed deep to catch my breath as Clifton stepped back, looked at me, tilted his head, looked at me again, SNIFFED, squinted with an unspoken question, shrugged, then said, “NOW FOR THAT PRIME ASS. STAND UP AND BEND FORWARD, I ALWAYS EAT WHAT I FUCK AND BREED – BEFORE AND AFTER.” I was panting like I had just run a mile in a minute as this daddy lapped, slurped, nipped, and tongue fucked my ass. HOLY SHIT that felt good and I was a blabbering idiot begging for his dick. Clearly having done this move plenty of times before, Clifton pulled his face out of my ass, stood to his full height, planted his feet firm, grabbed my hips, and slammed his hard dick into my spit-slicked hole. Fuck I loved it! That’s the way a man should fuck. “FUCK ME HARDER DADDY. HARDER, PLEASE YES, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME – PULL IT ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. I NEED THAT AIDS CUM DADDY – PLEASE DADDY!” I begged and pleaded and whined and moaned. Clifton just laughed without letting up and, “TIGHT PUP HOLE RIGHT THERE. FUCK YEAH – GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP FUCKING CHASER – GOT ANOTHER LOAD FOR YOU COMING YOUR WAY - RIP THAT ASS UP AND FEED YOU THIS AIDS NUTT. HERE IT FUCKING COMES – LOAD NUMBER TWO FOR THAT BOY HOLE – THAT BOY HOLE GOING TO GET BRED LIKE PUSSY – DADDY’S GOOD PUSSY – CUMMING UP YOUR HOLE – CUMMING IN YOU – FUCK YEAH – HERE IT GOES – GGGGRRRRR – GGGGRRRRR – GGG….” The hairy daddy’s cum made my ass feel on fire! Spurt after spurt of it got planted deeper and deeper with every thrust and my body shook and spasmed even more. Clifton let go of me, knelt behind me, “Push it out, open those ass lips, let me taste it.” I did as he asked and his rough tongue licked my hole clean. When he was finished he stood up, his beard wet with my ass, and smiled, his azure eyes were lit with dark fire, and by his still hard dick I could see his need was still burning too. I dropped to my hands and knees and turned and asked, “Can you scoop some out for me to taste this time?” Daddy chuckled, “You nasty chaser slut,” then dropped his hairy dick into my wet hole and about 10 minutes later fucked another load up there and this time he shred what he ate after. For the next several weeks I balanced school, my new frat responsibilities, and serving my hairy daddy. Before I left that first day he had said he wanted to fuck me every day and this was a test to see how submissive I could be, if I obeyed, and how well I could take dick. No excuses and the first time I made an excuse about why I could not come serve him, that was it. Well, it wasn’t easy as he never fucked me on a schedule. Sometimes I had barely got back to my dorm before he would text me and tell me to be back at his place at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, or the middle of the day, or late at night and then be back there 3-hours later. I had to skip a few classes and make excuses for missing some other things and find ways to make it all up, all the while taking his hairy dick and hot cum. The second time I visited he scratched my hole up good, dry fucked me, rough and hard and my ass hurt and throbbed, but I took it. I knew this was a test and I was damn sure going to pass. Two weeks in I had no gag reflex left and Clifton could slam his hairy dick balls deep without having to hold my head. He was so proud of me! That moment, that moment of feeling someone else’s pride in me was totally knew as my own parents had never felt like that no matter what I had done. Clifton continued to find new, rougher, wilder ways to give me his hot cum. We fucked in an empty condo in his building, we fucked outside at night on the lawn, we fucked in a park in downtown DC, and I was constantly checking my phone for the text to tell me the next when and where. I was hooked and ready for any challenge. About five weeks in was my first ‘big’ surprise. Clifton met me at the door, led me back to his room, and there at his small table gorging away on some food from 7-11 was a bum. Homeless, dirty, smelly, bum. His clothes were ragged, his toes showed through his old sneakers, his hair was matted and patchy and he looked so skinny and sickly like the AIDs bug had feasted on his flesh and he had just climbed out of the grave. He stood up, wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and Clifton said, “Suck his dick then he’s going to fuck you raw and breed that pup ass.” I was willing to do anything to please my hairy daddy and without hesitation I stripped, walked over to the homeless guy, got on my knees, worked his dick out, sucked the crust and dirt off, spit it up, then leaned on the table as he raw fucked me with a super thick 10-incher. I focused on giving him the fuck of his life, and was confidant that it had, but kept thinking, “What is it about these guys and sniffing/huffing me?” When the homeless guy blew his cum into me I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. When he finished, I looked at Clifton who was beaming with pride again! Six weeks in was my next test. This time Clifton texted me a hotel address and room number that was not far from the White House. I got to the room and was greeted by a big black man wearing a white, hotel bathrobe. He let me in, I looked around for Clifton and when the bathroom door in the suite opened I was expecting it would be him. It was not. It was another black guy, almost a mirror image of the first. Both tall, well built, fairly hairy which in my experience I thought was a bit unusual. The one in the robe dropped it to the floor and started stroking a big 11-inch dick. The one who came out of the bathroom started spanking his. I knew what I was there for and quickly got naked and immediately was nailed at both ends. Not a word was said – or needed to be – as these two men used me for their ultimate pleasure and I did everything I could to make sure they were satisfied and let them fill me with their raw dicks deep and hard, over and over. I never said the words ‘AIDs’, nor did they, but knowing Clifton and him knowing what I wanted, I would have bet money they were POZ too and I secretly thanked him for every charged load they gave me. Same as with the homeless guy, they both sniffed and huffed while in me, growled and scratched a bit, and were even rougher than Clifton had ever been. I took it all and each time one of them came inside me, the same weird orgasmic feeling would shockwave through my body. I had never experienced a thing like that before Clifton and did not understand at the time what it meant for my future. I ended up staying the entire night with them and part way through, the two guys had me squat over a glass and push their nutt out. It took me a second to relax, but when it came, it flowed, and I gasped as the glass was literally half full of thick, milky sperm. They both laughed, and the first one I had met said, “Alright, pull those legs up, time to fill you up so that glass is brimming.” Several loads and hours later I was sitting in a taxi gently holding the now filled glass in a paper bag trying to make sure none of it spilled. My entire body felt like I had ants on the inside of my skin and they were all making little camp fires. It was like a deep fever – so fucking weird. I got to Clifton’s, he beamed with pride as he took the glass of black cum and ass juice, then handed it to me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted and started to sip, then gulp, then guzzled it down. It was like raw egg, sliding down and coating my throat, my stomach. It smelled of 10-day-old meat, man musk, and had taken on a tinge in color, but tasted fucking fabulous and I needed every drop. I anxiously ran my fingers around the glass to get what was left as Clifton took the glass back, set it down, bent me over and slam fucked me hard as he could. Once he had bred me, Clifton took me over to his bed, had me sit, then handed me a piece of paper, “I know your fall break is coming up. You’ve done a great job pup and I believe that….well no matter what I believe, it’s time to find out for sure. Here. I need you to go on a little trip, up to my home town. The first set of directions are for the cabin where you’ll be staying for the week. The next is for a local bar there. I want you to get there by 5:00 p.m., sit at the bar and drink as much as you want until 6:00. At 6:00, I want you to tell the bartender ‘Nanna is rising’, then get up, go into the men’s room and wait. You will spend the evening in there sucking every dick and being fucked by every man who walks in. The bartender will keep your drinks coming but you don’t leave that bathroom until closing time understand?” I tried to ask Clifton some questions, but he just shook his head, handed me the paper, and pointed to the door. I didn’t understand this at all, but knew it was a test of some kind, and like all the other tests my hairy daddy had given me I would pass this one too and on the taxi ride back to the dorm began fantasizing what the men were like in Clifton’s home town and wondering if they were all like him. Now I know and my life has changed forever. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt
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I had no plans yesterday afternoon, so I thought I would see who was online, and I found a hot Latino guy on Scruff with an 8" dick looking for a quickie. Neither his roommates nor his bf were at home, and he wanted to smoke some and unload in an ass before work. I was at his place in 20 minutes. When I arrived at his place he led me to the bedroom and we stripped down. While he smoked some t, I sucked his dick and was nicely surprised that it was as big and thick as his Scruff advertisement had indicated. He says he is a total bottom for his bf and as a consequence didn't often top, but this time would be different: he ordered me to get up on the bed and into position. Thank god I prelubed because he slammed his dick in me without any preliminaries. I let out a huge gasp and moan while he had a huge smile on his face. After about ten minutes of pounding my ass hard, we heard someone enter the apartment. The footsteps headed to the bedroom where we were playing. It was his roommate who had come home early and stood in the doorway to watch us. After a couple of minutes, the roommate undressed and, without a word, slid his dick in my mouth. He was about the same length of his friend but even thicker. When he was hard, he pulled out and nudged his friend to move. I took a big hit of poppers, and just like the Latino, he slammed his dick in and started pounding my ass. He didn't last but a few minutes before he came never making a sound or letting on he had cum, but instead pulled out and presented himself for me to suck clean. Afterwards he left the room. Another big hit of poppers and the Latino was fucking me again, telling me how warm his roommate's cum felt inside my hole. The Latino's grunts and moaning made it clear he had every intention of cumming inside of me, and so he did. Like his roommate, the Latino then pulled out and presented his cock for me to lick clean. Before I left he asked if I was cool with his roommate having fucked me. My response was "Do you think I minded?" When I left, I decided to get an early start and headed to Steamworks.
