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I am a naughty, smooth skinned latino bottom who has been trying to get cast in my first role as a performer in a gangbang or breeding scene or film. Aside from being cast I have also made attempts to have this experience or find a group of hung guys to fuck and breed me. I have posted ads, pics, videos, submitted to studios and still there doesn't seem to be any interest. I know I AM not the hottest guy to ever walk the planet but I think I am pretty cute, and know I would make an amazing naughty bottom for a hi.g and talented top. I would LOVE some feedback, is there something obvious about me I AM missing? Am I not cute enough to fuck and breed? Not in good enough shape? too old? Not skilled enough? Again, this is a serious request for all your experienced feedback. please help. I will try to include some pics. Thanks for all who take the time to reply.
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“Step up to the blue line and look at the camera,” I shuffled forward and tried my hardest to form an expression that conveyed innocence and remorse all at once. Blinded for a moment by the flash, I wondered how I’d gone from drinking with my friends at our favorite dive bar near campus, to barefoot and high as a kite, awaiting processing of my arrest. When the cop pulled me over less than a block from the rundown off-campus housing where I’d gone with my friends Nick and Drew to pick up some party supplies for the gang this weekend, we were smart enough to quickly swallow anything we had on us. Sadly I had no idea that my roommate had left his bag under the back seat, and that it contained a half-empty prescription for a serious pain killer. Chances are the officers were disappointed that’s all they found since I suspect they were staking out the guy who we bought from. Normally, they’d have probably confiscated the bottle, and written me a ticket and released us. Unfortunately, these particular officers are assigned to the smallest branch of the state police force, charged with the safety of my tiny college town, and its population of under 20,000 people, meaning they were hungry for a bust. I explained that my roommate would happily claim the pills if they’d call him, but instead they cuffed me, and booked me for possession of a controlled substance, fulfilling their nightly quota. “Turn and face the red x on the wall,” the young Hispanic clerk barked, before blinding me again. My vision faded back while I was led to the cells by the massively tall Italian cop who’d pulled me over. We passed his partner, a shorter lean white ginger, as he dragged Nick into the processing area behind me. His charge was even flimsier than mine, as they found an empty baggy and trimmed drinking straw in his coat pocket, but it was enough to hold him overnight, so he was stuck here too. Drew had lucked out, swallowing his share, baggie and all, meaning they had nothing to hold him on. Hopefully he was able to find my roommate and drive my car back to the dorms before it all kicked in. My share of the loot was a small bag of tina, and a cap of something Andre, the dealer, had referred to only as “G.” I felt the G almost as soon as I was put in the back of the squad car, praying I could hold it together until the Tina kicked in and balanced it out. I had never done either before that moment, but had fucked a few girls who’d been on them and knew their effects well enough to know some of what to expect. It must have taken awhile for the tina to digest because I started to feel the kick right as Officer Tutelli opened another door and introduced me to the fluorescent glow of the holding cells. “Lets step in here kid, watch your toes” Tutelli, or “Tut” as he’d told me to call him was actually pretty nice considering I was being charged with a felony. I marveled at how easy he swung me down onto a bench in the middle of this small cinder block and pexi-glass pen. “Sorry to have to do this but you need to strip naked so I can check you for weapons and substances.” The thought of Tut’s fingers and eyes inspecting my naked body wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it might have been if I’d been sober. Imagining his strong tan hands sliding up between my legs and down into my ass crack was actually turning me on as I got down to my undershirt and briefs. Suddenly it hit me that he’d be able to see if I was hard, but glancing down I was relieved to see I wasn’t even close. In fact I seemed smaller than usual and the pumping lust I felt seemed more concentrated in my asshole. “Stand up and come here.” I walked to his chair, my cock only inches from his face, though still separated by my thin briefs. It never crossed my mind that he should put on gloves or have another officer present, all I could think of was how nice his fingertips felt as he spread out my fingers and toes. He slid them from my ankles to just below my balls before making me lift my arms so he could stroke them down my biceps, through my pit hair, and around the trails of chest fuzz on my pecs and abs. “I need you to be honest with me now about something. It’s so I know where to place you for your protection in regards to any other inmates. I need you to tell me if you are sexually attracted to men.” His voice was so low I could feel it vibrate in my stomach as he peeled my hands from my crotch and slid the front of my briefs below my balls. I shook my head no. “I think you are lying. I am not asking you if you have a boyfriend or take it up the ass. I just need you to be honest and admit that you have tried it before and might be inclined to try more.” I’d experimented a few times with dudes at that point, twice in MFM threesomes with my ex-girlfriend, and a few times with a TA from my micro-econ class. He was nothing much, just an average late-20’s grad student, but I’d sensed he was into me when we broke into groups and discussed minority economic values. My group was covering homosexuals, and he was extremely willing to offer his help with lists of fetish gear, sex toys and products that were created and marketed solely for gay men. That same weekend I bumped into him at a party hosted in a large house split into 4 or 5 apartments. He fed me drinks all night and then asked if I would like to see some examples of gay-market products. It turned out he lived right below the party and was very happy to show me some porn and try on a leather jock and harness for me. I sucked him off a few minutes later and he returned the favor. After avoiding him for a few weeks, I ran into him again at a bar and we’d ended up sucking each other off regularly a few days a week since then. Last weekend, I’d even managed to get my cock in his ass for 10 seconds before I shot all over his hole. I apologized and he reassured me that maybe I was meant for the other end. I laughed at the thought, sure I would never let anyone or anything pierce my virgin hole. Suddenly, as my briefs dropped to my ankles and Tut spun me around, I was having doubts about remaining a virgin back there. I quietly told him he was right. “I thought so. I need you to bend over, spread your ass cheeks and cough.” I did as he said, part of me disappointed that he didn’t need more. He asked me to cough again, and simultaneously I felt something wet hit right above my hole on my cheeks. I tried to turn around and stand straight but Tut was now on his feet and was able to keep me still with one well-placed hand. “It’s KY, gotta be thorough,” was all he said before I felt one of his thick fingers pushing the liquid against my hole until it broke through, impaling me up to his second knuckle. “Nothing there…yet. You really are new to men.” He pulled his finger out with a plop and told me to stand against the wall. Looking down I couldn’t believe it when I saw that I was finally semi-hard, but only because of his finger in my hole. I waited there while he searched my clothes and put them in a bag, informing me I’d have to wear a jumpsuit instead of my jeans, since they had a bunch of zippers and buttons that could be used as weapons. He stepped out of the booth and grabbed a dark green jumpsuit and a pair of boat shoes, all imprinted with the name of the county jail. He set them on the bench, but gave me a look when I reached for them that told me not to get dressed yet, before calling in his partner, who I learned was named O’Malley. “This one is ready to be processed, bring in the other.” Nick was brought in and I turned bright red trying to cover my junk as he openly stared. I was humiliated knowing he was seeing me so vulnerable until he too was asked to strip. O’Malley was much more business-like with Nick than Tut had been with me, using gloves and remaining standing the entire time. When the time came for his privates to be searched, O’Malley asked Nick to lower his boxers to his knees. I almost asked why he got to keep his boxers when I was forced to wait naked, but I forgot all about it when Nick’s hard 8 inch monster uncut cock sprang from his boxers and thwacked against his tight abs. O’Malley quickly and calmly lifted Nick’s balls before asking him to bend over and cough which he did. I glanced around the room to see where the KY was for Nick’s fingering, when I realized there wasn’t any in the room. My eye caught the smirk on Tut’s face as he licked his finger before turning to the next page in the booking report. “For your safety, we encourage you to volunteer any information about your sexual orientation, religious beliefs, gang affiliations or medical history. This better helps us place you away from possible cell mates who might take offense or react violently to such information. Any thing you wish to volunteer at this time?” My heart sank at the idea that Tut had called out my bi tendencies so easily. “Nah, I’m good.” Nick said, absent mindedly pulling his hard cock away from his abs, leaving a string of pre-cum between his piss slit and the light blonde treasure trail from his 6 pack to his sparse, slightly darker pubes. “Don’t mind my bone, I had plans to take care of it with my girl tonight before this happened, but I guess it’ll have to wait.” “it better wait son,” Tut warned. “Lots of guys come in here hopped up on shit and go from straight to ‘a hole is a hole’ once they are stuck in a cell over night. Just remember the guys in with you are gang members who would kill you for lookin at them wrong. Now get dressed before I make you go in there naked.” We both dressed, me in the jumpsuit, my t-shirt, briefs and the boat shoes, and Nick in his own shorts, wife-beater, boxers and a similar pair of well-worn slip-on boat shows. Somehow he managed to pull up his boxers and shorts last and my eyes never left Nick’s raging hard on until it finally disappeared under them, as O’Malley and Tut chatted in the corner. At that point, Tut took over our placement, cuffed us again and walked us back into the main cell area, stopping to uncuff and assign Nick to a floor-to-ceiling pexiglass cell that looked to be about 15 x 15, with benches along each side and padded mats stacked opposite a toilet and water fountain on the back wall. Nick seemed nervous when he looked at the two drunks sharing his cell, but I was relieved that all the talk of gang-members was just to scare us. I tried not to verbally groan at the thought of us being separated when Tut made it clear I wasn’t going to be in this cell. Instead he had me follow him down a long hall to a newer portion of the jail which connected to the long-term cells, which housed the rare local criminal charged with up to 90 days. Luckily they each had their own cells on the next level up, so right now I was the only resident of a cell twice the size of the one Nick was in. I was pleasantly surprised to see that this cell had benches not just along the walls, but a row in the middle as well. Plus the toilet and drinking fountain were tucked behind a small partition, giving me at least a little privacy. Tut told me he had to finish my paperwork, but in about 30 minutes most of the staff would be going home, leaving him as the only person on duty for this area. As he walked away I stared intently at his tight blue slacks, hoping to see a sign that his cock might be hard in them. I picked a spot half way down the back wall of benches and found that I could only be seen from the chest up. This encouraged me to reach back into my jumpsuit and fondle my cock and balls. I still didn’t seem to be able to get hard, so I decided to see if I could jumpstart my dick with a little finger play around my hole. I hit the can quickly to be sure my ass was clean, and was surprised at how easily my soapy finger bottomed out in my tiny hole. My cock started to throb to hardness while I worked the finger in and out, imagining my girlfriend’s tits, but accidently including Nick’s hard cock or Tut’s open shirt revealing his thick mat of black chest hair and O’Malley’s shirt sleeves stretching across his broad shoulders and biceps, before sinking down into the small waist of his pants. I looked towards the entrance to be sure I was alone and realized, from this seat, I could see all the way out the windows opposite the cell, and into the windows of the older part of the building, including the officer’s booth and the room where we’d be stripped searched. By the time I’d gotten to full mast, I had two fingers in my ass and a third knocking at the door. Just in time, Tut stood up from the officer’s station computer, and walked out. I tried standing a little taller to catch a glimpse of where he went, but there was no need. Less than a minute passed before Tut and the Hispanic clerk led two young men into the strip room. Both around my age or maybe a few years older, one was white, as tall as Tut, covered in tats and shredded. His 6 pack had a 6 pack. The other was a black guy, a few inches shorter, but probably still taller than my 6 feet, with a couple tattoos. He wasn’t as ripped but had way more muscle mass. He probably could have ripped me in half like a phone book. My cock was twitching in anticipation as they disrobed. I would guess most men would probably be too short for me to see much other than belly buttons and up, but these two were just tall enough that as each pulled out his dicks, I could see all of Whitey’s Dick, including the snake tattoo running the length, and all but the very low-hanging head of the black guy. I moaned outloud and worked the third finger in. A ding signaled an elevator door opening from the corridor past my cell that led to the upper levels. Scrambling to pull up my discarded briefs and jumpsuit, I accidentally caught my foot in the ads of the briefs, ripping it open an out an inch right where the rear fabric meets the fly. I barely got them to my knees, and sat back on the john as a chubby latino guard rounded the corner and did a head count of 1, me, and radioed it to the guard station. I don’t know a lot of Spanish, but I did manage to get him referring to me as the ‘maricon’ with la pingita Bonita, Aka the fag with the pretty little prick. Shamed, I remembered myself, and pulled on my clothing. Drugs might have made me horny and clouded my judgment, but I wasn’t going to go queer just because my hole felt hungry. I just managed to get my jump suit back on when the two thugs, now redressed, rounded the corner. “Hey Charlie, you’ve got roommates now. This is Derrick and Dante, in to sleep off their buzz, but I think they can do it better with you than in the tank. They will keep you company while you enjoy the view.” Tut directed them inside the cell and flashed another knowing smirk. He must have seen me watching the step search. This guy should be a detective. Before Tut had even finished locking the door, Derrick and Dante proceeded to shed their shirts and saggy shorts leaving Derrick in a wife beater and boxers, and Dante in just his boxer briefs, which did nothing to hide his black anaconda from my indiscreet eyes. “tut was right, you are one of the brotherhood, ain’tcha?” Derrick was opening groping his tattooed cock through his ratty boxers as he wondered over and sat right next to me. “what? Brotherhood? I dunno what you…” I trailed off when Dante joined in the fun but massaging his growing lump. “its cool son. Tut told us you like Dick sometimes. Don’t mean you a faggot, just means you need a bro to reload yo tank wit baby batter.” Dante revealed the head of his uncut black monster from the leg of his undies as he finished explaining my urges, which only furthered my belief that this had to be a dream. “I’m not, I mean, I don’t do that shit man. That officer, tut, he is fucking with me is all. I got a girl on campus and I’m just high right now.” It took me a moment to realize I was still watching them jerk while I clung desperately to my hetero life. “I feel dat Charlie. My first time tryin Tina, I was pounding this sweet teenage cunt for 10 hours straight before she passed out. Hitchin my way home, this queen ol white faggot agrees to trade me a ride if he can swallow this shit,” Dante took this opportunity to extract his full 9 inches of uncut mahogany. “so I pounded his throat and pussy for another 4 hours. Now I get all my crystal free from ol fairies like dat, and I get to bust a nut on they face too.” “looks like this preppy asshole is still getting used to partyin with cousin Tina, Dante. Yo chuckie, how long you been partyin?” Derrick lowered his boxers and pulled out a thin 7 inch cut woody with the snake now fully exposed. His cock was not as big as Dante’s, but his balls were gigantic, and somehow he’d managed to keep his prince albert even though I’m sure that should have been confiscated during his search. “what time is it? 2ish? About 4 hours.” I couldn’t help it, I unzipped my jumpsuit and slid it to my waist. “nah bro, not how long this trip, how long since you first partied ever?” Derrick took the opportunity to reach over and pull my shirt up, uncovering my 4 pack and decent pecks, all covered in downy chestnut hair. He began to stroke my nips and run his tattooed fingers through the fuzz. “about 4 hours. Hypothetically if I was high, which I would never be, especially in jail, then hypothetically I might have had to swallow some Tina and g. But if anyone is listening or if either of you is working for the police, again, this is all hypothetical.” Dante chuckled at my paranoia, and came over to my other side. “Damn Charlie man, it’s your first party and you are spending it like this? That’s not cool dawg. Dante, you think you can talk T into a visit upstairs?” Derrick said, scooting closer so his arm was around my shoulder. Dante nodded and reached down into my jumpsuit, firmly grasping my ass before winking at me and walking to the Plexiglas door and pressing a small button. It dawned on me that the button would call Tut or whoever else was on duty, and I asked if we should get decent. Both guys laughed at me. “what’s up D? Ah, I see you are warming up the rookie I lined up for you, you guys can’t think I still owe you more?” Tut had unbuttoned his top three buttons on his uniform shirt and had obviously been working his cock, which I could finally make out in his blue slacks. I was extremely confused when he mentioned owing Dante and Derrick, since they were locked up and yet I was beginning to learn that nothing was what I expected here. “nah pig, you done fine by me, but dis boy is in on his first party ride and you know dat shit ain’t right. You think he needs a trip up top? Seems fair since you was da reason he took it in da first place.” Dante must have convinced Tut, because he immediately opened the cell and told me to pull up my jumpsuit but keep it unzipped. He cuffed me and led me back into the hall, radioing O’Malley as he firmly directed me to the elevator I’d heard buzz before. Part two Moments later I found myself inside the jails main surveillance room, a dark windowless room with a few dozen screens making up one wall and a few desks with individual viewing stations spread through it. On the elevator ride up I’d assumed we were going to a private cell on the 2nd or third floors for privacy. Tut showed me on the screens in front of him that the only places where the cameras couldn’t see consisted of the back row of my holding cell, one corner of the guards’ station and this very room. That was why he brought me up here to do what he had planned. My mouth was watering at the thought he might let me suck on the still mysterious bulge in his trousers, but no such luck. Imagine my total surprise when he whipped out an odd looking pipe and a small bag of crystals identical to those I’d swallowed earlier, except 4 times as many. “if I’d known you were a virgin with this too, I’d have snuck you up here as soon as I got this stuff from Dante.” He said, while demonstrating how to light the pipe. I’d only smoked pot a few times, so this was entirely foreign to me, which is why I thought he was kissing me when he pulled me close to shotgun the smoke into my mouth. I got the drift when the cloud was blown in my face and caught the last of it before Tut really did pull me in for an urgent kiss. Removing my cuffs, and handing me the pipe, tut explained once more how to light it. I thought I was doing well until he saw my exhale, and demanded I get a hit ‘like a man.’ So he held it and lit it for me, and that inhalation was so big I almost passed out. We passed the pipe a few more times before I really started to feel it, at which point I forgot to be straight, and reached for Tut’s bulge. “hold on Charlie boy, I’ll get it out for you to play, if you’ll lose the suit and let me see that bubble butt again.” He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was stripped to my briefs before he’d undone a single button on his fly, allowing me to take over and rip it open. Onside he wore a jockstrap which was stretched to capacity with the biggest Dick I’d ever seen. 9 inches at least and as big around as my fist, this meat was perfect. I worked the tight foreskin down over his head a few times, eliciting a moan. He followed my groping with some of his own, stretching a hand behind me and pressing it between my cheeks in search of my hole. When he realized the fresh rip allowed him to get his fingers inside me, he almost took me right there on the floor of the dark room. Instead he bent me over a desk and tore the briefs further so he could eat my hairy butt. I thought it was a weird idea until I felt it happening and finally understood that I was destined to be a bottom bitch after that moment. Once his tongue had me loosened, Tut whipped out the crystals once more and inserted a couple directly into the spit-sloppy sphincter. “once those melt, you’ll be ready for me to pluck that cherry. In the meantime, we gotta get you back downstairs before Derrick and Dante flip out over me taking their toy.” Tut rebuked his pants and I stepped back into the jumpsuit. Some quick thinking before we left inspired him to take some scissors and slice the rear end of my jump suit, so he could have three fingers working my rosebud all the way back to the cell. Once we checked that we’d gotten everything, I looked up once more at the monitors and caught Nick balls deep in the throat of some young twinky looking drunk in his cell. Hopefully he’d have enough left over to give me a shot at it too. As soon as the door to the cell shut, Dante and Derrick could tell I was spun to a new level. Before either one could say one more word to convince me to try sucking their dicks, I was already on my knees behind the middle bench, working my first ever black cock into my throat. “aw fuck yeah faggot, suck that Dick.” The Tina had dried out my throat, otherwise I was damn near positive I could have had him all the way to the short and curlies. I only pulled off somi could try the snake on my other side. Somehow I’d expected I’d choke on the ring dangling from Derrick’s Dick head, but it seemed just as easy as Dante’s. Meanwhile, Dante discovered the easy access panel on my butt and began working his fingers inside me. “puck Derrick, this cunt has been prepped wit a booty bump I think. I bet I could get his cherry.” Dante began to work his cock through the cloth barriers towards his fingers, when O’Malley’s voice stopped him. “you do that and Tut will break it off. He claimed this one as soon as he saw him outside Andre’s. Besides, you guys need to cool it. Hector is on his way down for his last headcheck before we dim the lights for the night.” Both guys hurried to dive back into their street clothes while I wobbled to the bench. Sure enough O’Malley had just turned the corner towards the old building when we heard the elevator ding and Hector appeared from the other direction. “unos, dos, tres in cell b,” he read into his radio. “time for bed chicas.” He laughed at his own joke before hitting the switch which shut down all but a third of the overhead light fixtures. Once we were clear, my thug cellmates took off everything and began tag-teaming my throat. “damn bro, he’s already got me close.” Derrick said right before we heard the cell door unlock. “Good, let him get you off, but just pull out before he swallows it. I want you to shoot on his hole so I don’t ruin him on his first go around.” I didn’t need to look to know that the voice belonged to Tut, or that the following clomps and rustles were from his clothing hitting the floor. “fuck Tut, I been waiting years to see you seed some ass, get that ramrod over here and make dis bitch scream. Is O’Malley coming too?” Dante moved out of my sight, leaving only Derrick and his sweaty, rippling tattooed muscles. I heard Tut begin to explain when O’Malley would be joining us, only to be interrupted by the announcement that Derrick was gonna shoot. Quicker than a speeding sperm load, Derrick whipped me around and bent me over the bench. I jumped when he managed to rip the jumper and briefs even further, and got his piercing and most of his dick head inside me. He might have gone further, but not with a hole as tight as mine and how close he was. “FUUUUUUUUCCCKKK BITCH HERE IT CUUUUUUUMS!” I felt very little actual response in my hole considering how long his grunts and thrusts continued. It was almost a full two minutes before his soft head slid back out. I reached back to feel if there was any difference and was rewarded with a slimy, sloppy open butthole. Tut and Dante wasted no time in getting me on my back on the center bench, with Tut between my legs and Dante straddling my head. Tut’s cock must have grown another half inch to an inch since I’d seen it before, but there was no chance to double check since Tut slammed most of it inside me on his first thrust. In spite of the rimming, fingering and booty bump, I was still a virgin teenager, and I screamed bloody murder until Dante’s cock shut me up. Once Tut managed to slide it all the way in, it took no time at all to work his way up from slowly working a few inches at a time, to pounding me balls deep like a jack rabbit. Somewhere in my drugged haze I heard Tut welcome O’Malley and another guy in to watch ‘some bitch’ (me) get his v-card punched. O’Malley responded with something funny about my hole definitely ‘getting punched,’ but I couldn’t really see or hear anything with Dante’s legs around my head. I never wanted either of them to stop, but Tut had other plans, pushing Dante away so he could lean in close over me and look me in the eye when he informed me he was seeding my hole. The sound he created as he dumped a gallon of jizz up my guts, was somewhere between a cry and a roar. Unlike Derrick’s deposit, I didn’t need to reach down to be sure Tut was cumming inside me, each pulse of sperm caused his cock to expand and contract against my prostate. I reached for my aching, stiff rod, but Tut told me no. I tried to lock my legs around his neck to keep him inside me, but Tut easily overpowered me, and told Dante to resume fucking my face while he got the next dude to tuck my sweet creamy hole. I had no idea who else was now in the room, since my vision was blocked by Dante’s massive meat in my face or by Tut’s hulking hairy chest. I decided I could care less who the next Dick in me was once it lined up with my hole and sank in. I wondered if this cock belonged to O’Malley since it was almost as big as Tut’s and his was the only one I hadn’t seen. My anticipation was short lived when Dante dismounted to keep from cumming too soon. Looking up I immediately recognized the blond thin body that was violating my raw buns as belonging to “Nick!” His closed eyes popped open when I cried out his name, and his first response was to pull out. Just in the ‘nic’ of time I managed to grasp his hips and pull him back in, insisting he continue pounding me. “holy shit Charlie. They told me you were upstairs. They said there was a cumdump in here for me to seed and I was so fucking horny bro, I swear I had no idea it was you. I didn’t even see you until” I leaned forward and pulled his tee shirt until he was close enough that I could make him shut up by shoving my tongue in his mouth. That was too much for poor Nicky, and 30 seconds later I took his load right along side Tut’s and Derrick’s. He barely caught his breath when Dante tossed him off my ass and took over. I yelled out something about discussing it later before being force fed O’Malley’s red-framed 7 inch cut slab. Before the next shift came in at 6am, I managed to take 11 loads. I swallowed one each from O’Malley and Dante, and was bred by two from nick, two from Tut, two from Derrick, and one from Dante, O’Malley and some random inmate from upstairs who bred me doggy style. My first time bottoming and I never even saw one of the men who bred me. Once the morning shift arrived, I was processed and released on bond. Nick and I were awkward for the next few weeks until we had to appear in court. The night before we were set to go in, we got together to verify we had all the necessary paperwork. He was in my room for less than five minutes before he had my legs over my head and began working his Dick in my tight hole. Thank goodness my roommate was gone that night, because Nick stayed over and continued breeding me until we left for court. It turns out the evidence was filed incorrectly, and we both got off Scott free. Officer Tutelli was kind enough to come inform us in person at the court house. He also informed us that we could get picked up for drunk and disorderly whenever we felt like coming back for seconds. We took him up on that offer then and there. What followed was three days of gang-bangs and drugs that finally settled it. I plead guilty on all counts of being born a bottom bitch boy
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--------------------Part 1 (all the good stuff starts in part 2, if you just want to jerk off)-------------------- When you lose your virginity at age 15, live in 3 major cities and sleep with a dozen or so men a year, by the time you're 25 sex gets kind of boring. That's about the point when you start cruising around for the kinkier stuff. Leather, BDSM, orgies - it takes something "different" to get your rocks off at a certain point. That's about the time I discovered BBRT. I'd fucked raw a handful (or two handfulls) of times, and basically hadn't been able to jack off to condom porn in a few years, but I never foresaw myself signing up for a site like BBRT, and certainly didn't expect myself to begin cruising right away. I looked for the neg guys, of course. I wanted nasty raw fucks, but had never actively chased. In fact, I was pretty sure no poz guy had ever even been in my hole, except for maybe that once or twice that I slipped up at the baths. Either way, I was still neg and fully intended upon staying that way. After a few weeks, I had chatted with a dozen or so neg guys (so they said) but had never actually gotten one of them to hook up. My hole was aching for some cock. One Friday night, I was up, edging and hitting the popper bottle, when I finally gave in and checked the "Parties" section. Maybe there was an all-neg breeding party lined up that I wasn't aware of. It was the usual. "Bottom taking loads in hotel for my birthday" bullshit. I recognized a lot of these desperate sluts from Craigslist. Same picture, same post, and it seemed like with a lot of these guys, it was always their birthday. Not interested. Finally I came across one posting that piqued my interest - "Full moon gangbang bottom wanted. We have 20 or so guys lined up needing to dump their loads while the moon is full tomorrow. Be prepared for an intense evening. Each man will breed you, no PNP. All serious takers considered, but only one will be selected." I noticed that in no mention of the post did the description say anything about poz or neg, and wondered if I should even respond to the organizer. One more hit of poppers convinced me otherwise. "Very interested in hearing more about tomorrow's party". Sent. I waited. It seemed to take forever to get a response and I was pretty much sitting on the edge of my seat waiting. After what felt like an eternity (which was really only 10 minutes), I hear "oink oink". I quickly opened my inbox and saw a message waiting for me from the organizer. "what do u want 2 know" was the response. The guy couldn't type for shit but I decided that didn't mean he wasn't a good fuck. "What's expected of the bottom?" I asked, not really sure what questions I should ask. "u will take all our loads under a full moon no matter what. once it starts u cant back out". That sounded ominous. Yet arousing. "Are all of the guys neg?" I responded, knowing I was likely about to be disappointed. ..... I waited. ........I continued waiting. While I waited I switched back to xtube and took another hit of poppers. another 8 minutes later and I finally hear the familiar "oink oink" again. Hastily I switched back to the inbox. "824 montenegro lane, sonoma. b there at 10 tomorrow." ...He didn't answer my question. I wrestled for a few minutes with what to say next, but my hard dick and popper-stupid brain made me type "OK". I continued jacking my cock while questioning my motives. Was I really going to go through with this? Then again, an outdoors gangbang with 20 or so guys cumming in my hole? That was hard to pass up, and sure beat the hell out of cruising the sites for flakes all night. With that thought, I shot a surprisingly intense load all over my hand and wrist. Still in my poppers daze, I scooped up the load and instinctively reached down to finger it into my own hole. I spent all day Saturday doing what I normally do - not much. I met a friend out for some beers, did some laundry, nothing out of the ordinary. Of course the only thought on my mind that day was whether or not to go through with what I was pretty much certain I was going to go through with. Around 6:00, I logged onto BBRT out of curiosity. Maybe I could just find an easy neg slut to breed. Topping wasn't my forté but I needed to have some nasty sex after thinking about the potential gangbang all day. I had a few inbox messages but was actually only interested in reading one. The one from him. "see u at 10" was all it said. Something about his dominant assumption made my cock chub up and I pretty much knew there was only one way this decision would go. My heart was racing, my face was flush, and my dick just continued to get harder against my shorts. This man was going to have me. I walked to the kitchen, took a shot of bourbon to calm my nerves, and decided to go prepare. After a couple of showers (cleanliness is key) and another shot of bourbon, the time was quickly approaching. I checked the inbox a few more times, thinking he would check to make sure I'm coming, but nothing. I'd gotten a few more hits from guys seeing me online, but wasn't interested. They would have to wait until next time, assuming I came back alive. 8:30 rolled around, and I figured I should get on the road. Even though it's only an hour drive from San Francisco, I didn't want to be late and end up ruining my chances. I slipped on a leather cockring, my favorite white jockstrap, a pair of loose shorts, a tank top, some black leather boots, and my favorite ball cap. Bourbon wasn't going to be enough to calm these nerves - I needed to decide one way or another. I prelubed my hole with some elbow grease and got in the truck. I hadn't even realized until I was halfway there that I hadn't even turned the radio on. Once I got past the golden gate bridge, I rolled the windows down and enjoyed the increasingly warm air that you get once you're far enough north of the city. There was little traffic to be had once I got out of the city, and I knew that I was going to be there early. I shifted uncomfortably as my half-hard cock was swelling inside the tight cockring in anticipation. When I pulled off the freeway it was only 9:30. According to my GPS, I'd be there in 10 minutes. With 20 minutes to kill, I pulled into a gas station and waited. My heart and my mind both raced and I started to double guess my decision. Was I really ready for this? I logged into BBRT on my phone and checked my inbox - one new message, from him. "see u soon" was all it said, sent at 9:00. I could easily get right back on that freeway and go home, jack off and call it a night. I looked up into the northern California sky, seeing every star, and the full moon hanging above me. Like the tide, the moon was pulling me. At 9:50, I started up the mountain, following the GPS and my hardon. --------------------Part 2 (getting to the good stuff)-------------------- I pulled into a secluded driveway at the address I was given, and approached a gate. This guy really enjoyed his privacy. When I got to the gate, it opened automatically. I had a feeling it wasn't an automatic gate, and that he knew I was there. That made my heart skip a beat and I started to get even more nervous. Pulling up the driveway, I could see 7 or 8 structures, with no lights on. Under the pale light of the full moon, it looked like some sort of camp ground with 2-story cabins, but I saw no one. As I pulled the truck up to where all of the other vehicles were parked, I noticed a huge bonfire burning up the hill behind the largest cabin. I took a deep breath before getting out of the truck, took a moment to compose myself, and shut it off. I left the windows down and the doors unlocked - nobody was going to bother it all the way up here. As I climbed the hill and approached the fire, I could see figures standing around it. The figures of men. One got up from the log he was sitting on and started making his way down the hill toward me. I was sweating, not just because of the heat, but out of fear and excitement. "I knew you'd come" said a deep, masculine voice, silhouetted by the distant glow of the fire. As he approached, his features became more clear under the light of the moon. He was tall - about 6'3", and probably about 42, I guessed. He had the makings of a weekend-beard growing, with short dark hair, and a very chiseled body. He stopped in front of me, wearing only a pair of jeans and work boots. "Are you ready?" "As ready as I'm going to be..." I hesitantly responded. He gave a small grin, and his white teeth and pale eyes seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into him, cupped my jockstrapped ass with his hands while rubbing his scruff on my neck. He started chewing on my neck - not gently, but not painfully so. "You'll do just fine" he growled. His furry chest pressed into me, and I could smell the combination of real man, accompanied by the smell of cheap beer. Then he turned around, pushed me in front of him and simply said "go". He followed a few paces behind as I made my way to the fire. As we walked, I decided to try to get to know the guy that was about to own my hole. "You live up here?" I croaked, voice shaky with anxiety. "It's just a weekend get away for some of us. I built it, but it's a community thing for all of us, not just me". "You built all of this?" "Enough. Keep walking." I stopped dead in my tracks, turned around and finally asked "You're neg, right? You never answered my question before" "Yes, I'm neg. You should learn to be more trustful. Now go." I continued my march with my captor behind me until I made it in front of the fire. I looked around me. This didn't look like a breeding party to me. It just looked like a bunch of guys hanging out drinking beer by the fire on a Saturday night. The guys ranged from average to good looking, all of them trim to fit. I definitely wouldn't have turned any of them down, not that I had a choice now. The organizer, whose name I had just realized I hadn't yet asked, stopped me by grabbing my shoulder, and the men stood up. Most of them were shirtless, wearing either shorts or jeans. Getting a better look at these men, these real men, I started to lose a little bit of the fear while gaining a little more excitement. My dick had started to chub up again. All went silent while they eyed me, sizing up the piece of meat they were about to devour. "See that clearing in the trees at the top of the hill there?" he whispered in my hear, grabbing my ass again. I could feel his beer-scented breath hot against my neck. "Go to the middle of that clearing, strip, and get on your knees." I looked over my shoulder at him, then around at what looked like a pack of hungry wolves, and then started my way even further up the hill". My cock was swollen and at full mast now, and I was wishing I had not put the cockring on so tight. I made my way to the clearing, sweating profusely in the summer air. I understood now why there were no lights up here. You didn't need them. The stars and the moon in the sky clearly lit up the night. Aside from the crackle of the fire, all I could hear was low murmuring voices, the chirp of thousands of crickets, and the croak of an occasional frog. I was going to get fucked in the middle of nature, and I couldn't wait. When I got to the clearing, I shed my clothes as he said and threw them to the side, out of the clearing. I tossed my boots over as well, but opted to leave the cockring on. I sunk to my knees and waited. And waited. And waited. This guy knew how to keep a boy in anticipation, all right. After what seemed like forever, I heard the shuffle of footsteps in the grass. I looked over to see that it wasn't just one set of footsteps that I was hearing, but all 20 of them. I hadn't actually counted them all and frankly, didn't have a chance to, but it seemed like an army approaching. For the first time that night, I felt a chill - it wasn't a chill of cold, but a shiver of fear. I heard the organizer's voice first. "Get that thing off of him" he said. I wasn't sure what he meant until a cute 20-something blonde approached me, leaned over and unsnapped the cockring from my fully erect cock. It hurt like a bitch - obviously it was too tight, and I yelped a little bit as it came off. "He won't need to use his dick tonight" said another voice, causing the group to laugh. Great, I was a joke to them. The men formed a circle around me, and I could see all of their eyes glowing in the moonlight, hungrily evaluating the fresh meat. Organizer approached first, at first behind me, then moving around in front of me. He stepped closer and pulled my head into his toned, furry abs. Caressing my head, he let out a low growl. "Too late to back out now" he said, which frightened me a little. Even without the cockring, my dick was still at full mast. In fact, when he said that, it seemed to get a little harder. Then he backed away. "Men" he procalaimed loudly. With that, all of the others started to shed what little clothing they had on. Organized grabbed my neck and forced me down to all 4's. "Enjoy the meal" he said to them, backing away as some of the other men moved closer. One man began by sucking on and licking at my tight hole, while another forced a half-hard cock into my mouth. The man behind me lapped at my hole hungrily, growling and panting as he ate like his life depended on it. Pulling up for air, he panted "Fuck that's sweet". In no time at all, I felt a hard cock head aiming up against my hole. He began gradually sliding in, not quickly but not slowly. There was minimal pain and I whimpered around the now fully erect cock in my mouth. This was it, there really was no turning back now. The man behind me started thrusting in, and in no time at all I was rocking back on his cock. He was panting and growling so hard I thought he was already about to cum, but he just kept going, getting more and more forceful. The owner of the cock in my mouth pulled out, stepped aside, and was replaced by another, fatter cock. I felt like my jaw was stretching to the limit on this one and tears started to well in my eyes as he forced his cock balls-deep into my throat. The man behind me pulled out and was replaced by a shorter cock, and at this point I was so loosened up by the first one that he went in with no issue at all. Eventually the thick cock in my throat pulled out, leaving me coughing and sputtering, and pushed my head down to the ground with his booted foot as the man in my ass continued to assault my hole. The entire group of men began moving in closer and the one behind me started to growl like the first one, but pulled out of my tender hole without cumming. This had gone on for some time, and about 6 of the men had fucked me at this point before I started to wonder if any of them were going to cum. I looked around for the organizer, and he was nowhere to be found. My eyes caught the moon which was directly above our heads at this point. I started to lose count after 8, and had wondered if some of the men had fucked me twice. Some cocks had felt familiar but it was hard to say with this many breeders surrounding me. I was going to be fucked and nutted by each and every one of them, but when were they going to start cumming? It seemed like roughly an hour had passed of this before my hole started to grow tired, my hips ached from being in this doggie position, and I had dirt and grass pushing into my knees. It's not that I wasn't enjoying it, but I came to get bred, and that hadn't happened yet. When I tried flipping over onto my back, my assailant grabbed my neck, aggressively pushed it back toward the ground and growled "No". I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching and saw that it was the organizer, now fully nude, and looking even more statuesque, and surprisingly even furrier than he had before. He stood there in front of me as I look up from him, my ass getting nailed with long hard strokes. My hole felt like jello at this point, and I was pretty sure at least every man had had a chance to dip into my ass. I looked into his eyes, still glimmering in the moonlight. It almost seemed as if they were glowing...and glowing a hazy shade of yellow... I was obviously losing my mind. Maybe one of these guys slipped something up my hole. The fucker in my ass pulled out quickly, not even giving my ass a chance to close. Organizer moved in behind me and, in one hard stroke, buried himself to the balls inside my wet, loose hole. With one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, pulled my head up, and then with his other arm grabbed me around the neck with his elbow, pulling me back into a kneeling position. "You like being our bitch?" he growled in his deep gravelly voice, which seemed even deeper now. I looked over my shoulder longingly into his eyes. I was certain at this point that one of the men had slipped me something, because his eyes were definitely glowing yellow. I glanced down at the toned arm he had around my neck and realized I hadn't just imagined it - he didn't just seem furrier. He was furrier. Frightened, I looked around at the other men jacking their cocks, and was horrified to see that they seemed to be overcome by the same affliction. Their eyes were literally glowing yellow, and their bodies were gradually becoming overtaken by a thick fur. Panicking, I tried to pull away from him but he was far too strong. "What the fuck is this?!" I shouted, scared. He didn't answer, but just pushed my head back down into the dirt. I continued to struggle, and could hear chuckling among the men in the crowd. "You're not going anywhere, bitch. These dogs need a bitch in heat, and you're about as in heat as it gets" he said, in a voice that didn't seem like his own. He pulled me back up into the kneeling position and forced me to look at him. "You didn't wonder why it had to be under the full moon?" he said, grinning with teeth that seemed long and sharp. The entire time he continued to fuck me with long strokes. "What the hell are you?" I whimpered, realizing I wasn't getting away. "We're men. Men who change under a full moon." he literally growled. I heard a noise approaching in front of me and was horrified at what I saw. A foot from my face, looking me right in the eye, was a full grown wolf, snarling at me. Out of reflex I tried backing away, and found myself only impaling myself further on the monster cock pumping inside me. The wolf barked, leaving the familiar scent of beer breath lingering. Backing up further onto the organizer's cock, I could feel his cock thicken even more and he began a low, gutteral growl before falling onto me, pinning me flat on the ground. He began to shout as I could feel his hot seed pouring into me. No, not shout... howl. He continued for about 20 seconds before collapsing entirely. Sweating and heaving, he started biting at my neck, and not the gentle bites he was giving me earlier on this evening. Hard, rough bites - not enough to break the skin. I could feel him starting to climb off, but not before putting his face to my ear saying "we just needed a bitch". With that, he pulled out in one fluid motion, and cum fell from my hole over my balls and onto the ground. I realized my cock had never gone soft the entire time. The wolf padded off out of my sight and another of these savage beasts climbed on top of me, slipping an extremely hard cock up my cummy hole. I couldn't bring myself to look at him and in no time at all, he repeated the organizer's performance, howling as he bred me deep, driving that load as far into me as it would go. All men's cum feels warm when it pours into you, but these loads literally felt hot, like they were burning into the battered walls of my ass. Grateful I was finally getting what I wanted, I started getting back into it, despite the confusion and fear of what I'd just seen. I made a conscious effort to keep my face planted against the ground, and not to look at any of them. The scenario repeated itself over and over, and once again I lost count of the DNA deposits planted in my extremely loose hole. There seemed to be a lull and I had wondered if all of them had gotten what they needed, when two of the men grabbed my my the arms and flipped me over onto my back. Now having to look up at them, I wondered if I had hallucinated the whole thing. These men just seemed like sweaty, spent men - not the wolf-esque beasts they seemed before. I looked up and the full moon had started receding behind the trees of the clearing. Looking around, I didn't see the actual wolf that looked ready to attack me just moments before. I counted my blessings that they weren't going to let the beast breed me as well, but then realized that if what these men said was true, it very well could have, in a different form. Still pinned down by the two "men", I saw Organizer approach once more. He knelt down between my knees, but still looked the same. I knew at that point I hadn't imagined it, because he hadn't changed back. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and stared at my ruined hole. "You did surprisingly well, bitch." Realizing before I said it how ridiculous the question was, I asked "Are... are you a wolf?" "Something like that." he responded, once again driving his entire thick cock back into my chute. He took his time, this time, savoring the experience. I didn't want to look at him in this state, but found myself unable to look away. He looked me in the eye the entire time, probably reveling in the feeling of 21 loads surrounding his cock. "Am... I going to change?" I shakily asked, but enjoying the hard cock pounding those loads into me and out of me. "Yes, you are." He continued his assault. "I'm going to become a werewolf?!" I said, frightened yet surprisingly turned on. The men around me all laughed. "No, bitch, it doesn't work that way". "But you said I would change..." "And you will" he said, bottoming out in my ass, his balls resting against my cheeks. I was going back and forth between confusion and arousal, both at the cock sliding easily in and out of my sloppy hole, but also at the idea of these men making me like them. Sensing my confusion, he waved the men holding me down away, pushed my knees to my shoulder and looked me in the eye. "You're going to change, but not to become a werewolf. You've been given a different gift tonight." My heart stopped. I knew that word. I'd spent enough time online and on BBRT to know what the word "gift" meant at this point. I didn't fight, though. It was too late for that. I was, however, more terrified than I was even when there was a feral wolf looking me in the eye. "You... you said you were neg" I muttered, half scared and half furious. "Oh, I am, bitch. But these other wolves you gave yourself to tonight? That's another story". With that, he began ruthlessly pumping into my hole, furiously pounding until he let out his signature howl one last time. Spent, he pulled out, cum pouring out of my hole. I hadn't realized that most of the men had gone back to the fire at this point, and noticed some were missing, but their clothes were still piled around. I lay there in a daze. What had just happened? How did I get tricked like that? And yet, my cock had never once deflated. "Pick your stuff up, get dressed, and go. These dogs got to mount, got to breed, and that's all we wanted". I looked back up at him, and he looked just like the man who had met me halfway down the hill at 10:00. He made his way back to the fire as well. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I got up and got dressed. A combination of confusion, hurt, fear and lust filled me. I felt my wrecked hole and wiped some cum from it. It still felt like it was searing into my guts inside me. Then I did something I never thought I'd do in this situation (had I ever thought this situation would ever happen). I fingered the poz beast-man cum back into me. As I passed back by the firepit, I couldn't bear to look at anyone. I walked slowly past, hearing whispers, chuckles, and feeling their eyes upon me. As I made my way back to my truck down the hill, I heard footsteps behind me. A hand grasped my shoulder and I swung around to see Organizer. "You did good, bitch." "My name's Brett" I responded, sharply. "I don't care what your name is. To us, you're bitch." "Whatever" I said coldly, pulling away from him to head back to my truck. I was pissed. I'd been tricked, terrified, and taken advantage of in ways that I hadn't even fathomed. As I walked away, he called out to me. "If you truly want to know what it's like to be one of us, come back during the next full moon." I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he mean by that? To be "one of them"... "You're already changing inside. Our cum is different. By the time you get to the doctor tomorrow to go on PeP, it'll be too late. Come back during the next full moon and we'll make it up to you, and maybe even let you mount and knock up the next bitch." Too late for PeP? What the fuck? How was that even possible? And yet, the thought of being like these men, wild and free up here in the mountains, breeding the next hot little bitch that shows up unknowingly, made my cock jump back to full attention. I looked back at Organizer with confused-yet-lusty eyes. "Can I at least know your name?" I asked. "Next full moon, bitch. Be here." -
I am still looking for my first cumdump , gangbang or breeding experience. If you are a hung top in the vacaville area and have a room or are able to safely host a breeding or gangbang session please message me. Available for late night car or public play just want to be fucked and fed loads.
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Guy saw my escort ad on a bareback site, after somebody who had hired me before suggested me from Atlanta, and contacted me about coming down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras for a gangbang he was having last year. He had them regularly, but this one would be specially for the downlow crowd that always comes for this event. We had chatted online a couple of times before about his parties and it just had not worked out to have me down for one of them in the past for his guys. I knew from talking to him regularly that he hosted parties during major events and had local and visiting guys of all times, and if I worked out, I could count on Memorial Day, 4th of July, etc... to make some money... Charged guys by the head and they could come and go as they wanted to use the sling bottoms all weekend in both ends as they would get a wristband like at a normal party to wear, but they were all gonna be just tops that loved to fuck. I would be paid a percentage of the guys that came thru the door. He stated that I would arrive on Thursday morning on the overnight bus from a ticket he would get, be used Friday night thru Sunday night then sleep during the day on Monday and head back to Atlanta Tuesday morning on the last bus out on Monday night so I could sleep all the way home. He just qualified it by asking if I could handle the 40-50 guys that would be there over the weekend with another bottom escort as we would be available the whole time and once we started there would be no turning back as these guys had paid for the weekend and if we gave him trouble we would be tied into the sling. I told him I was up for it if he could keep me going all weekend. He said that he preferred to have his boys slamming all weekend but that was up to me, if I thought I could take it without drugs then, that was ok too. He asked if I had used T and G favors and kept asking me if I was ok with slamming as that would help with my ass being hungry for cock all weekend and to keep me from being hungry for anything other than cock. I said I had smoked T before, but never slammed, and said sure as long as he had someone to make the rigs and give me the points, as I really hated needles and stuff like that and that to start slow to see how I would react, then I would be riding a constant high and no ups and downs. He said that he used the same guy for all the parties, a local nurse near New Orleans, and that he would know how much to give me and when and how often. That I would be up in a sling most of the time wearing just a jockstrap along with the other escort bottom in another sling and that I would not need a change of clothes or a bag or anything as they would bag up my clothes and put my share of the tally in with them and give them to me on Sunday night with my clothes. I would be the hairy chested older bottom and the younger guy would be a skinny twink that had done the Labor Day party already and we would be given poppers and rigs as much as we wanted. Sounded like a great deal to me with all the pay and since there would be someone to help with the load of guys and I sure could use the money to pay some bills, so off I went on Wednesday night at midnight down to New Orleans from Atlanta by bus wearing just a black tanktop, tight bluejeans, a blue hoodie, a pair of sneakers, a jockstrap, and socks and a throwaway blanket and arrived there at 8am. It was a great bus trip with only a few stops to Birmingham, Montgomery and Mobile thru Alabama and I was able to sleep all night on the bus and did not have to worry about someone going thru my stuff as I did not have a bag or anything and sleeping took my mind off thinking about what I was getting myself into. I was turned on but scared at the same time and was gonna get there early enough that I could sightsee some in the French Quarter as this was my first time in New Orleans and wonder which of the hot guys I saw walking around would be fucking me on Friday or Saturday nights. Since New Orleans is pretty much one big gay party that weekend, the bars were open almost 24 hours a day, so I stopped in a few gay bars to check them out and the guys and look for some liquid courage for what was the event that was gonna happen next while getting a feel of what the guys were interested in by showing off my bubble butt ass and hairy chest in the process although I knew most of the guys at the party were gonna be straight on the down low and these guys probably would not be there. The guy that hired me had told me to meet him at his place and he would take me from there to the party location early so I could get used to things. He lived right inside the Garden district so it was a good walk and exercise for me and a chance to look around the town with my alcohol buzz going. I got lots of smiles and people checking me out which made me horny and I forgot somewhat about what was to come. I got there mid afternoon after exploring the town, rang the bell and waited for him to answer the door. The daylight peered thru the door and I could tell that he was a little overweight but seemed like a great guy with a great smile and looked me up and down, shook my hand, and invited me in, offered me a drink and asked about my trip down to start the talking. He re-explained the event and what was gonna take place to make sure I was good to go and then said he wanted to see how I was first before I went to the party so not to embarass him if I could not perform. He said that he had a guy that comes to all the parties there first and was gonna try me out this afternoon before the party tomorrow. If I worked out, I would be taken to the party site the next day and if not then I would be taken back to the bus station and sent home with a bus ticket on the next bus. Seemed fair to me so I said sure. I really did not have a choice as I had no money or way to get home til Monday night with the return bus ticket. I was surprised to see the guy walk in from the other room as he was there already, he was kinda average looking, older white guy that was balding, unshaven, average looks and build, a guy I would pass on the street and not notice really otherwise thinking he sold insurance or something like that, he came in dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and said he was ready for some action. He sat in the chair by the sofa in the room, lit up a meth pipe and started blowing clouds handing it to the host and then to me. Restocking the bowl when it was empty a couple of times telling me to hold the smoke in as long as I could and shotgunning both of us. This really relaxed me and then i noticed him patting his cock thru his pants. He then told me get on my knees on the rubber floor mat and to pull out and start sucking his cock, so I got down on all fours between his legs and unzipped his pants and belt and pulled out his cock, it was kinda big I thought for this type of guy, but I was good and ready having had a few drinks in town and the pipe and wanted to do a good job, so I started sucking the head tasting the precum that was there and then the veiny shaft and then started sucking the whole thing making sure I did not get any teeth on it and lots of licking too as he blew clouds down at me. He started shotgunning with the host more and then with me in between sucking. The cock grew inside my mouth until I was not able to suck well with its girth, but just kept my mouth open while he fucked my throat as the host was holding my head down on the guy's cock and I was unable to move, poppers were put under my nose by the host that was watching me in action and that allowed me to deep throat the guy's cock giving him enough friction to really fuck my throat deep and hard until he started skullfucking me. The host was getting into it as well and started playing with my ass, reaching around and undoing my pants, taking off my socks and shoes and the pants but leaving on my jockstrap. He pushed a finger in my ass and it hurt as I guess I was pretty tight being nervous and all. He then put in another finger and started fucking me with his finger. My ass started to burn and then I realized that he had given me a bootybump. The host pulled out his cock and I went from cock to cock sucking each one over and over until first one then both released hot loads of piss down my throat and in my mouth which I swallowed gulping as they tugged and twisted my big nips driving me horny crazy not missing a drop from either cock taking the chempiss. The host made some comment about that is the last time for me being so hard and then the older guy shoved poppers under my nose and his cock up my ass and started riding until he dropped his load inside while the host fucked my face and wads of hot cum came down my throat. The guys were happy with my performance and said I passed by not gagging or saying his cock was too big down my throat or up my ass and just taking it and that I did not even flinch when he started pissing up my ass afterward he came, so I was then told to go upstairs, get really clean in the shower with the soap and to take enemas til I was clean and then take a nap in the guest room until it was time to go...(more later)...
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I went to Steamworks Berkeley again last Friday. I had a really great time sucking cock and at one point was being fed cock in the sling. I was really hoping it would turn into an all out gang bang, and my hungry hole was aching to be fucked but nobody stepped up to fuck me. I am still looking for my first gangbang experience with a group of hung tops. I would love to be put in a sling and have my holes slowly opened up and then fucked deep by some big cock and flooded with loads. Would love to be slowly turned out and used as a naughty cumslut fucktoy. If you want to fuck me or set something up send me a message. A Plus if you are hung and black. Would love to film some of it too so if you are into breeding hungry, naughty cunsluts then please send me a message. Hoping to have my first gangbang soon.
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I am going to try to get to Steamworks in Berkeley Friday Early. If a hung top wants to meet and breed me bareback then I will get a room, otherwise I will be there for a few hours looking for cock and loads. I really would like to have my hole fucked and filled, would be great to find a experiebced, well endowed top who enjoys taking his time and turning out a tight and seeding a tight hole. I also live to suck and deepthroat cock and to be honest would really prefer to be with two or more tops at once. Message me if you want to meet up. I really hope someone decides to join me because I would much rather be fucked by two or three guys in a room than loom for cock and loads. I would also like to record some video (anon is fine).
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I am a bottom who would really.like to have my first experience as a Gangbang Bottom. I have tried posting a number of ads both on craigslist and in the forums but it has not given me any results. I have decided to just try to set up my own Gangbang/Breeding Session with the hopes that I will have better luck, but I wanted to ask others for advice. I recently made my first trip to Steamworks in Berkeley, and I had an incredible time. I really loved all the gloryholes and cock, and enjoyed laying on the fuckbench and sling, and was hoping a top would get things going but it didn't happen. I was thinking about getting one of the larger rooms next time, with a sling. does anyone know how many people they will alllow in the larger rooms, or how big they are? I would like to maybe record anon too so with any luck this time my tight little latino hole will be slowly turned out and well seeded by some big dick. If it looks like Steamworks isn't going to work then I will just get a hotel room somewhere in the East Bay, but I really hope Steamworks works out because I would live to be fucked in a sling. Any help or info would be appreciated. I am starting to feel like no-one wants to fuck me.
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First Time Cumdump Available for loads...would love to have my tight hole fucked and overflowed. Also interesting sucking, deepthroating and swallowing cum. Wanna pump my naughty little holes full of cum?
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Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...
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I think I am going to make another trip (my second) to Steamworks in Berkeley and this time I would like to either meet someone (chat), then meet there so I can be sure to be fucked in the fuck bench and in the sling. I am really hoping that if one or two guys start fucking me then others will join in and I will get all the cock and loads I am Hoping for. I really want to be a naughty fucktoy and really want to be fucked by a group of hung guys in the sling. Would be hot to have a hungry black top who enjoys smooth skinned Latinos. If you have a nice thick cock, shoot nice big loads and want to meet and fuck me at steamworks either Friday or early next week them message me. I need some BBC and some huge, thick loads.
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I am looking for a group of experienced tops. I want to have my first experience as a cumdump gangbang bottom. I have seen a lot of hot post on this site and would love to have my own non fiction stories to post.
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Being whored out in Silverlake area Wed October 16th, 12:00pm - 3:00pm. Last gangbang I had, so many awesome guys came to load my hole, I got 32 loads in 3 hours. Looking to beat that record again and shoot for 50+ loads. All cummers welcome, will be ass-up in dark room. Got top friends? bring 'em...the more the cummier. Pump and dump, but if you wanna shoot more than once you're welcome to stay. Will message directions day of the party before 11am. No PNP (poppers ok), No other bottoms (all loads go in my hole). just please be hep C negative as I am and want to stay that way. Thanks in advance for your sperm...looking forward to being your cumdump. -
Has anybody attended one of the GHO/M4M parties around New England? Wondering if it is worth checking out or not.
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At the time of this story, I was 25 years old. I was a skinny dude. I was 5’11” and only weighed 135. I have always been attracted to blue collar men. Living in the city, there were more office queens than there were blue collar men. I went to the bathhouse that night and after wandering around a bit, I found the perfect man. He was about my height, weighed around 180, and had tats all over him. He had the look of someone in construction or a mechanic. He was standing in the doorway to his room stroking his thick 7-8” cock. I started to walk past his room in my jockstrap when he reached out and patted my ass. I responded by stroking his dick a few times before dropping to my knees and sucking him into my throat. After a minute or so of sucking him, he pulled me up by my hair and pushed me onto the bed in his room. I started sucking him some more when he said “I’ll be right back. Gotta piss.” I told him there was no need to leave the room. I put my mouth back on his cock and drank the piss he was good enough to give me. By the time he was done pissing, he was rock hard. He flipped me over on my stomach and roughly jabbed 2 fingers into my lubed up hole. He fingerfucked me for a few minutes then buried his cock in my ass in one hard push. Grabbing my hair, he started fucking my hard and fast for several minutes. Since we never closed his door, we were getting an audience. Before long I had a cock in my mouth while I was still being fucked hard and fast. Other guys were standing along the wall watching. Eventually my top said, “You ready for my seed up in that fuckhole?” I could only moan back to him since I had a meaty black dick in my mouth. He pounded even harder than yelled “take my dirty seed boy!” I just groaned and kept on sucking that black dick. After he pulled out he told everyone the party will continue at the sling upstairs. He put a leather dog collar and a leash around my neck, and paraded me upstairs, stopping once or twice along the way so someone could stick their fingers up my cum-filled hole or grab my cock through my jockstrap. Once we got upstairs, he strapped me in the sling and said he was going to watch everyone fuck my whore ass and push his cum deeper into me. I spent the next three or so hours in the sling getting fucked by anyone who wanted to drop a load in me. It didn't matter what they looked like. Young, old, fat, thin. I took all their loads. Cum was running out of my ass and creating a puddle on the floor. Finally, my top man unstrapped me and told me get down on the floor and lick up all that cum off the floor. I dropped to my knees and bent over and started licking and slurping up the cum. While I was bent over doing that, he fucked me again. Told me my cumcunt was all sloppy and loose now. He fucked me hard and dumped another load of dirty seed deep in me then pulled out and ordered me to clean his cock. I turned around and took his cum-slicked dick into my mouth and sucked all that delicious cum off of it. When he was satisfied, he said “You were a good slut tonight” and then turned and walked away. I never got his name, but I will always remember him. He was the first man I knowingly took poz cum from. I went back to my locker, got dressed and left. And no, I didn’t shower first. I like smelling like cum and sex. By the time I walked the 10 or so blocks home, my pants were wet from the cum leaking out of my ass and running down my leg. I got undressed and turned my pants inside out so I could lick the cum off them. After I was finished with that, I went to the bathroom to take a piss. It was then that I saw in the mirror that I had marks on my arm. My poz top kept count of my loads for me. I stood there counting the marks. 32 loads were dumped in my ass and mouth that night.
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Hey all, I am planning a gang bang for myself and possibly one other bottom. Any recommendations on what hotels would be good for this? Also, any and all tips, advice, dos , don'ts would be much obliged. If it's just me and not another bottom I will have a buddy to sort of oversee things. I plan to post on BBRT and maybe CL? Is CL worth it? And what are your thoughts on partying? Should I say partying is not allowed? I party but I don't want insane tweakers fucking up my hotel room. On the other hand I don't want to be a debbie downer. What are some experiences you've had? Looking forward to your responses!
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Anyone in Manhattan up for hosting a gangbang? I want to take as much as cum as possible from dominant, verbal tops all day long. Looking to do this Friday evening preferably. Have always had a fantasy of being whored out a bathhouse or something similar as well...
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i have read about it but haven't seen posts of people who actually has had it. When I go to sex parties I like to be drunk, if I'm sober I tend to be picky and then wander around until I warm up to the scene which it's a waste of time. I'm willing to try a vodka or whatever alcohol enema to get right in the mood but some people warn about OD, Alcohol poisoning and even death. Is it an specific amount or type of alcohol to do this? I would love to hear from men who actually had done it.
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I am very new to this and would like my first experience bottoming for and being breeded by a gtoup of men. I thought I would be able to find someone with experience and interest here on this forum but haven't had much luck. Does anyone have a suggestion how I might be able to get this out of the fantasy realm, and into reality? Any help would be appreciated.
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Cum bucket wants to get filled and refilled. Will receive in hotel room. Will take any cock, any jizz from anyone. You come in, you fuck, you dump your load and you leave for the next top to refill my ass. If you like to fuck a slutty ass lubed with many loads, come late. PLEASE SPREAD THE WORD, I NEED YOUR LOADS! on BarebackRT : gangbang
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party bottom looking for 1 or more vers or tops to hook up during a week day and have some wild and nasty fun. Everything from suck and fuck to gangbangs and wilder. Can host or travel. Hit Me Up!!
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will be at the cellar in Toronto June 22, 7PM sat evening, looking for multiple poz breeders. Forced oral and aggressive ass breeding to the front. will post room on board. swallow and retain all cum in my ass Cum play santa and leave a gift,
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I need to set up a gangbang or join in a group of guys who meet on a regular basis. I want to experience having more than one load in my ass, but it's difficult setting something up here. If anybody in East Tennessee wants to pimp me out let me know.
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My first story, please let me know if it's too long/short, good/bad, etc and I'll adjust! [/i]I always secretly been a chaser. Being fucked raw and feeling another man nut inside me - I know that’s what I’m here for. To be a sperm bank, taking donations from any and all. Cringing when I hear the words "Push it out.” But I’ve always been a pussy of a chaser, browsing bbrts, squirt, and craigslist in secret, never following through and meeting up. I'm still a neg bottom and this story is one of my fantasies but I wish it were true.[/i] The weekend was finally here and my boyfriend was out of town for work. I jumped on all the normal sites and begin to browse. I unlocked and traded pics with some guys, talked about how much I’d love to take their bug-filled loads, nutted, and signed off. As it was the weekend, and as I was 27 and bearish, I decided to head out to a bar that I had never visited, but about which I had heard a lot, The Iron Bear. As soon as I walked in I recognized a few faces from the sites, and I could tell a few recognized me. I decided to only have a beer or two and then head back home. As I was about to leave a tall, skinny black guy (later found his name to be Robert) came over and offered to buy me a drink. Not used to the attention, I accepted and four drinks later we were in a cab heading back to his place. I leaned over to make out and realized he was on his phone, looking at bbrts. A little offended, I sat back in my seat, but decided to see where the experience would go. After hanging out at Robert’s for a bit and having a few more beers I decided it was time to head home. Instead of letting me leave, Robert whipped out his gorgeous black cock. Having had a few drinks and being the cock whore at heart that I am, I dropped to service him without even thinking twice about it. I could feel his cock grow thicker and longer as I tried to go as far down as I could. He told me to strip and grabbed me by my cock to lead me to the bedroom. I laid down on the bed expecting him to join me, but instead he pulled me to the end of the bed until my head was hanging off. He feed me his cock, shoving it down my throat. I couldn’t get much down and was having a hard time breathing. I felt him squeeze my nose shut. “Relax.” Eager to please I managed to finally deep throat him and he never let up, fucking my mouth and telling me what a good slut I was. Through my watering eyes I saw Robert on his phone again, texting, but instead of making me mad, it made me hornier, knowing that this guy didn’t view me as anything important, just a toy to play with then discard. Robert pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me to lay on the bed on my back. Robert laid down on top of me and slowly began to caress my body. He grabbed my arms and moved them above my head, and then I felt the cold metal slap my wrist as I was handcuffed to the headboard. I began to thrash and scream, being tied up took away all my control and scared the fuck out of me. Robert chuckled a little, “we’re going to have some fun tonight little faggot boy.” I heard the doorbell ring, and Robert left to go answer the door. He returned with 2 other guys, an older fat guy and a muscular Mexican. I started screaming at them. “no, you can’t do this, leave me alone”. The white guy walked over to me, leaned into my ear and whispered, “oh, yes, we can.” “Let me go first before you guys destroy his hole,” the white guy said. He didn’t even bother taking his pants off, just unzipped and pulled his 6” skinny dick out. He spit on his cock once and shoved it in. As I screamed out in pain, the three guys shared a laugh, “Tear that hole up,” I heard a new voice say. The bears dick was sliding in and out easier now, but still tearing at my dry hole. He was breathing harder and harder and pounding my ass with all he had. Finally I felt him unload inside me. As soon as he pulled out Robert slid an ass plug in my ass. “We wouldn’t want any to leak now would we.” The new guy was another black guy, a little shorter than Robert, but built like the rock. “That’s Luke and Frank,” Robert told me pointing to the new black guy and the mexican. “Two more of your gracious donors this evening.” As Frank pulled off his shirt, I saw his sexy latin body was covered in tattoo’s. “Oh my god, no please no no no,” I screamed as I saw his biohazard tattoo. “That’s right bitch,” Frank said. “We know who you are, standing people up, talking dirty, offering up your ass and never making good. Now it’s our turn to take what was offered. When we’re done with you, you’re going to have so much of our lethal jizz leaking out of your ass, you’re going to be our special little cumwhore.” Frank dropped his pants to reveal a fully erect 9” thick uncut cock. “No need for spit right, you got that load in your ass already.” He pulled the butt plug out and rammed his dick in. He pulled it all the way out and rammed it in again. Over and over, all the way out and slamming it back in. I was screaming in pain as he tore my hole. The others guys were all offering encouragement, egging him on, laughing and joking every time I begged him to stop. After fifteen minutes of out and in my hole was sore and aching. Frank told me to clean his dick off and climbed on top of me to shove his dick in my mouth. I could see the pink foam on his dick, blood mixed with my inner wall lining that he was tearing off. I could taste the iron tang from my blood and, as he started throat fucking me I felt someone left my legs up I tried screaming in pain as someone’s dick slid into my aching ass but it was muffled by Frank’s cock. The top didn’t last very long and quickly dropped his load in my ass. As soon as his dick was out I felt the butt plug go back in. Frank climbed off me and I saw Robert and Luke making out with each other. Now that Luke was naked I could see that it clearly hadn’t been him that had just dropped a load in me, his dick was at least as long as Robert’s and just as thick. As I looked for the source of my latest load, I realized he must have popped in dumped his load and left. The three guys walked out of the room and left me there. After at least 30 minutes I heard them heading back towards the room, with what sounded like someone else. Frank, Robert and Luke walked in with what looked someone who was old enough to be my father. “Faggot this is Mark, he’s going to unload his virus in your ass, and when he’s done you’re going to thank him for it.” Mark looked like you could thump him and break a rib, he was so thin and pale. He dropped his pants to reveal a beautiful, 8 ½” cock. Robert pulled his butt plug out and Mark was quickly there to take its’ place. For someone who looked so frail Mark could fuck like a demon. He liked to bury his cock as deep in my ass as he could and smiled every time I winced. He leaned in to kiss me and when I wouldn’t kiss back he just spit in my mouth and laughed. “You’ll learn boy, you won’t ever lead someone on again, we’ll make sure you take cock every chance you get, willingly or not.” As he came in my ass with one final deep thrust I knew he was right. I had to accept being a cum dump and if I resisted they would just do this again and again. I could feel Mark’s cock still unloading inside me and knew that he had had a several day load. He grabbed the butt plug and stuck it in as they had done every other time, keeping all three loads inside. He began to grab for a towel and I heard myself say, “No, let me clean it.” A smile crept over their faces and Mark shoved his dirty dick in my mouth for me to clean. The guys offered to escort Mark out and left the room. The door cracked open and Robert’s head popped back into the room, “Don’t worry, we’ll be gone for a bit, but we won’t forget about you faggot boy.” Part 2 coming soon.
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