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So this is just the foreplay. Would love some feedback as there are so many directions to go after this. Thanks for reading. -sewerffag@gmail.com Iâll just get right down to it, cuz thatâs what weâre here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/Iâd fuck him when Iâm sober/I drool over him when high and is the kinda confident macho bro that knows it. Iâd guess heâs right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if heâs not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that heâs made it apart if his swagger, upping his sex appeal (course this aspect probably only appeals to meth users). Now, heâ's definitely straight because he always has hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up, but like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and Iâm a sucker for an attention whore. One Friday afternoon when I am over to pick up, I know heâs horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue Gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and about an inch of what looks like dingy CK boxer briefs. Iâve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didnât sag them so much theyâd only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case his huge cock flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show flesh or underwear beneath. Without fail he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows Iâd get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity, but what he doesnât know are the all the diverse and extreme ways I would beg to service him. It is this knowledge, this indecorous depravity, that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, and change his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though...those first few clouds he offers me, knowing I haven't smoked in a while so he can watch me go from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites a pathetic hunger, an inexhaustible need⊠My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I realize immediately when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, letâs spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. âHere ya go man, best shit Iâve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.â I donât even hesitate or donât break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. Iâm already power lunging my 3rd rip when he leans back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing those ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further and crotch pushing forward even more and resumes his leering as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what itâs meant to: makes me want him, to submit to him more, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? Iâd bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and itâs then I realize thereâs no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. âSo Cassandra thinks youâre a faggotâ he states. âShe says youâre kind occasionally come into her club cuz theyâre still closeted and trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends. âTheyâre always so awkward and never want a lap dance but they always tip real well,â she says. You ever had that experience?â He more insinuates than asks. âNo actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to âfake it.â More often I am the person those bros call when they leave the club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use some hungry hole or be serviced with out the emotional shit their women make them go through,â Hell if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me intoâŠwhatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. This response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud, looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasnât bullshitting him, and then smiled. âSo after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. Fuckin Tumblr opened my eyes real wide. Iâll admit I had no idea you guys really existedâŠand what really got me going is that you exist to worship, service, whatever the fuck I want. The moment you walked in today I knew Cassie was right and that you will gratefully do whatever I tell you.â The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me whimper under my breath. He passed me back the bong and said, âFinish that faggot. I can tell youâre about to loose your shit just being in my presence and for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real manâs time. â
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All of the characters in this story are fictional and of legal age to participate in any and all sexual acts depicted within. If drugs, gay sex or straight guys getting bred offends you, then go away and knit or something. Chapter one Wanting, Taking, Having Almost one hundred and thirty years ago, Oscar Wilde wrote âI can resist anything except temptation,â so chances are he wasnât referring to me specifically. Still, I often wonder if somehow he knew, or at least had some inkling about the temptations that guys like me deal with daily. God knows I try to be good but I havenât been able to say no since the first time I tried tina. Unlike a lot of guys I know, I am not what youâd call a meth whore. My habits tend more toward pot and booze, but every few months I will engage in a rare weekend of puffing, playing and eventually pounding ass like itâs my last night on earth. This wouldnât be quite so surprising if I wasnât so clean cut and innocent looking. Truth is my unsuspecting demeanor and outer appearance are a product of my genetics and small town upbringing, while my perverted party-loving personality was a more recent development caused by a mix of curiosity, help from a friend andâŠtemptation. During my late teens, I discovered parTying when I was hanging with a dude Iâd met at a very cruisy public bathroom near my house. The whispers around the lockerroom filled my head with ideas as guys shared stories of forbidden sex acts in the dark stalls after dark, stories they attributed to buddies and older brothers, but likely came from personal experience. Each rumored blow job or hand job made my imagination run wild, and when my latest girl friend refused to go further than some groping through my shorts, I gave in and took a detour through the park to find out just how true these rumors were. Part of me expected to walk through the rusting metal doors and find nothing more than a stinky, poorly-maintained park restroom, and I wasnât disappointed. Both stinky and poorly-maintained were the perfect descriptors for the small concrete block building, they just failed to describe the contents of the building: horny, sweaty men engaged in all sorts of depraved sex acts. Dim light from the one working light near the sink was more than enough to show me a collection of hot cocks filling palms and mouths at every doorless cubicle. Nervous and unsure of myself, I walked to the closest urinal and whipped out my dick, trying to piss with a full blown hard on. I willed my cock to go soft before anyone noticed, but no such luck as an older man stepped up to the urinal next to me and unzipped Glancing over, I tried to act nonchalant while memorizing the sight of the large uncut meat the man was stroking. My gaze floated up to his face and I realized he wasnât even trying to look away, staring hard at my teen meat while licking his lips. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed my cock and swallowed it whole before I could stop himâŠnot that I was going to, of course. Sensations shot from my penis up my spine and into my brain, eliciting a moan and a scream before I unloaded down his gullet in under a minute flat. Smiling, the man stood up, produced a business card, shoved it in my pocket and told me to let him know the next time I needed more service. Outside on a bench, I retrieved the card and squinted to read it by the lamplight overhead. All it had was the manâs first name âDave,â with a phone number and email address. Balling it up, I almost threw it away when I heard another groan from the bathroom, and decided to pocket it instead. It took Dave some time and a few very dirty chat sessions to convince me to finally meet him at his house. Up âtil then I had only been back to the bathroom twice, but I gave in when he showed me some photos of a few of the guys heâd invited to join us. It was still almost five months later before Dave tried to convince me to smoke tina. Iâd seen him smoke it with some of the other guys and heâd made it clear I could join in if I wanted to, but I was still young and innocent and thought that all drugs were bad (thanks, school propaganda). One night, a few months later, he had me and another guy over to play, and after plying me with weed and some strong drinks, Dave offered again. Even though Iâd declined numerous times before, he was always polite enough to offer. As usual I started to say no, but before I could, the third guy stopped me and insisted I try it. Turns out he was not just there to play, he was also Daveâs dealer, and he was touting how amazing this stuff was, swearing that Iâd ânever find anything better for your first REAL high.â I am not sure if my response surprised me or Dave more, but for some reason, I said okay. Nervous and scared, I listened as the dealer, Aaron, explained what to do with the pipe. Watching him fill the bowl with white crystals, my mind was spinning wondering what the hell I was getting myself into and not hearing a single word Aaron was saying. I tried to watch what he did and imitate him, but after it took three or four tries to light the torch, I was too eager and didnât wait for the crystals to melt and ended up getting nothing. âHere, lemme do it bro,â Aaron took the torch and pipe and held them in front of me, showing me exactly what to do. âOkay Rhett, hit itâŠnow.â While I inhaled the clean white smoke, my mind began comparing it to pot, noting how much cleaner it tasted and wondering how much I should take. As I exhaled, all of that disappeared, along with any other thoughts in my head, replaced with just one idea: must smoke more! Within seconds I knew Iâd be hitting it as much and as deep as I could that night. The only thing I knew I wanted more than the tina was cock⊠and lots of it. By the time the party ended, almost 24 hours had passed and Iâd fucked both guys twice and sucked them off a couple times. My parents were furious that Iâd disappeared so long, but I told them some lame story about my car breaking down way out in the boonies where I had no cell service, and spending the night on the backseat waiting for someone to stop and help me. Their anger became concern and I ended up with a new phone from the deal. It freaked me out how much I liked partying. So much so that I stayed away from Dave and any and all drugs for three months before getting a text including a picture of Aaron and Dave shirtless while the back of some guyâs head sat at their feet, groping their bulges. Once again, temptation got the best of me and I was headed back to his house. Just a few hits and I found myself pounding Daveâs ass while Aaron screwed some twink I recognized from my schoolâs drama club. Before tina, I would never have let a guy I knew see me like that, but now I could care less.
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CHAPTER 1: Tyler dad made a fortune with the exploitation of swingers sex club. In the weekends the club was packed with straight and bi couples. After Tylerâs mom died his dad blocked all emotions and was only busy working. Tyler had a friend at school to talk with, but when they grew older the conversions mostly were about girls. A subject that didnât do much for Tyler. When he was online he came across a link to a gay porn website a world opened up. When he was 18 he discovered Grindr and after his first time having sex he wanted more. Within a few month he frequently visited sex parties. At one of these parties he met a few guys that introduced him to chems and took him to other more intense parties. He saw boys taking load after load and begging to become part of the brotherhood. Tyler knew right away that he wanted to be one of them. A few months before turning 19 he got the news that he was POZ and to celebrate he took a biohazard tattoo on his dick. In the next few years he started to cover his body with tattoos. After coming home from a POZ party he found his dad lying dead in the hallway; A heart attack. Tyler was heartbroken but determined to turn this into something positive. He closed and stripped the swingers cluband after a few months re-opened as a gay bathhouse. Tyler hired 12 good-looking young boys as staff. He only hired boys he knew from the POZ parties. The only thing the boys wear while working is a leather harness with a cocking with an anal plug attached. The harness has a lock and can only be removed with a key. Only customers with a green or red wristband are allow to touch the staff. All other customers without a special wristband that touch the boys without consent is banned. The bathhouse is open from 11:00 in the morning until 3:00 at night, but for customers with a wristband can stay 24/7. The red wristband are members which Tyler personal invited. You can only become a member through another member and when you are young than 40, POZ and not on meds. Boys between 18 and 25 get a green wristband. Every night after 3:00 the bathhouse is change into one big POZ party hosted by Tyler. Anyone that wants to use condoms is asked to leave and chems are allowed. Before the party starts the boys with the green wristband Tyler likes are offered a drink secretly laced with G. Last week Tyler saw a boy that he wants to convert into his personal slut. The boy was 20 years old with medium-long blond hair that was tied together tight in a small tail. His body was athletic and hairless. Everyone without a wristband is asked to get dressed. The blond boy also walks towards the lockers. Tyler stops him and ask âYou donât have to leaveâ. The boy replies âIâm here with my brother and heâs 26 so he has no wristbandâ. Tyler grabs a wristband from behind the counter and says âNow you can both stayâ. The boy smiles and nods. After 5 minutes heâs back with his brother. âYou could be twinsâ Tyler says before asking their names. The youngest is called Zack and the oldest is Dane. âWant a drink boys?â asks Tyler while handing them a laced drink. Both boys nod. Tyler tells two of his staff to keep refilling when the glasses are empty. In total 11 boys and 17 members stayed. Most of them took of their towels showing their big dicks. Some boys canât hide their lust and move towards a group of black guys with huge black cocks sticking out. The first 2 boys get worked down on their knees and 2 others automatically get down. You can hear the boys gagging on the monster cocks. Tyler walks towards the brothers. Zack say âItâs getting warm hereâ. Tyler replies âLetâs lay down over thereâ. The boys lay down on the huge bed in the orgy room. Tyler removes his short and shirt. âWow! Love the tattoosâ says Dane. âYeah they look good on your ripped bodyâ Zack adds. Tyler thanks both boys. âYour bodies are also hot⊠why not remove your towelsâ he replies. Both boys remove the towels revealing two huge cocks. Tylerâs cock starts to grow. âHe likes what he seeingâ Dane says to Zack pointing at Tyler's growing dick. Zack moves down and swallows Tyler's cock. Dane begins to move away. âWhere are you going?â asks Tyler. âWe never have sex in a threesomeâ he replies. âAre you afraid of competition??â Tyler says laughing before asking one of his staff to bring him his pipe. âThis calms your nervesâ Tyler says. He lights the pipes and starts to inhale. The boy that brought the pipe whispers in Daneâs ear. Tyler grabs Dane and pulls him closer for a kiss and gives him a shotgun. After 10 seconds he exhales. Tyler repeats that twice and then does the same with Zack. âWhat is that?â Zack asks but Tyler doesnât respond and pushes Zack down again. âSuck that cockâ Tyler says pushing Dane towards the boy that brought the pipe. Dane swallow down the cock while tyler starts to suck Daneâs dick. Tyler get a small tube of lube and places it at Daneâs hole. The small nozzle enters his hole with easy. He squirts a load of lube inside. Dane moans. âYes it burns a bit but in a few seconds it will stopâ Tyler replies. Tyler know that the lube contains enough Tina to transform him into a perfect slut. He asks Zack if he want to squirt some lube in his ass before asking him to turn around. Zack also moans when the lube begins to take effect. Both boys start to moan louder. âThis will make the feeling more intenseâ says Tyler as he starts to blindfold both boys. âMy boy will fuck you Zack and you will fuck me and i will fuck Daneâ Tyler explains. But instead of doing what he said he lays down manoeuvres Zack onto his dick. Zack slowly gets impaled by the big cock. âNextâ Tyler says. One of the others boys helps Dane To manoeuvre on top of his younger brothers dick. When the whole cock is swallowed by Daneâs hole he starts to ride the pole. âYour ass feels amazing Tylerâ moans Zack. âHis dick feels even betterâ says Dane. 4 people are filming how both brothers fuck each other. After 10 minutes we switch position. After removing the blindfold Tyler says âDane i would love to see you fuck you younger brotherâ. âWhat?! No way⊠I will be the worse sex ever!â Dane shouts. âNo iâm sure youâll both enjoy itâ Says Tyler with a grin. âNeverâ replies Zack. Both boys are handed a phone playing the video made earlier. Their eyes are wide open while fingering their holes. âYou want my cock in your ass Dane? Then you know what to do.â Tyler adds. Dane canât hide the urge for cock. He trows his brother on his stomach and positions his dick. Zack struggles a bit. âStop struggling. Iâm the oldest so you do as i say.â Dane growls before slamming his cock deep inside his brother. Tyler gets in position behind Dane and slips his cock in Daneâs assâ. They fuck as an well-synced machine. Tyler gives a sign and two boys grab Zackâs arm tie a rubber band around it. Before Zack knows whats happening a syringe enters his vein and the Tina enters the bloodstream. âTake a good look and see him change in a horny slutâ Tyler whispers in Daneâs ear. The rubber band snaps off and Zack starts to cough. Hie begins to moan while his body starts to pulsate. His ass opens up and Daneâs dick sinks deeper inside. Dane feels the head of his cock passing the second ring. The second ring begins to tighten around the swollen head. Dane tries to pull out but the right tightens with every attempt. A warm feeling begins to build op in Daneâs balls. Zack begins to moan louder when he feels his brothers dick swell up. With a deep animalistic grunt he starts to shoot thick streams of cum deep inside his young brother. After 3 minutes he pulls out and falls exhausted besides his brother. Tyler gives another signand before Dane can act the rubber band snaps off and he start to couch. Tyler yells âItâs time boysâ and within 20 seconds all 12 boys working for him are gathered around him. âLike you all became brothers these 2 will also brothers. So dump as many of your loads containing my toxic dna deep inside themâ. After Tylerâs speech he flips zack on his back lifts his legs and begins to pound his ass using Daneâs cum as lube. At the same time the first of his boys begins fucking Dane. Tyler begins to fuck harder. Zack begins begging for more. âYes Harder⊠Give me moreâŠâ. Tyler begin to laugh and says âI want to hear you beg for my cum⊠beg me for my POZ cum..â. The Tina turned Zack a fuck slut without a will of his own as he start to beg Tyler to POZ him. âYes fuck me harder⊠I want your load⊠your dirty POZ load⊠make me yoursâŠâ. Tyler gets turned on by these words he feels his cum boiling in his balls. He looks at Dane and sees how one of his boy shoot a third load in his ass. Tyler grunts deep and shoot a huge load in Zackâs ass. As he pulls out the cum comes gushing out the open ass. Quickly one of the boys takes his place. After shooting a huge load in Daneâs ass Tyler walks back to the bar area. His cocks begins to get hard when he sees how a slim twink boy slowly sliding on to a black monster cock. The whole 12.5â disappears inside the boy. âDid you cover your dick with crystals?â asks another black dude. âYes⊠i can feel his body giving in⊠wanna try if heâs ready?â says the one with his dick deep in the boy. He pulls the twink close to his chest and wraps his arm around him. The other positions him self behind the boy and starts to push his 11â cock besides the other dick. The boys body start shaking and the boys begs to stop. The second dick slowly stretches the boys hole to the max. Slowly the dick sinks deeper until itâs completely disappears. Slowly he starts to move his cock in and out. Faster and Faster. The boys is moaning from pleasure. âIâm closeâ the first black guy yells. âMe tooâ replies the other. They both ram their cocks deep inside, This is to much for the young boy and passes out. Both dicks unload deep in his ass. One pulls out as a third black cock takes itâs place. âI will wake him up!â and rams his big cock inside. The boy body twitches and with a loud cry heâs comes back. The cum gets fuck out of his ass. The boy gets pounded hard for at least another 15 minutes before getting a third load planted deep in his ass. Tyler smiles and is glad to see that another boy is converted into a POZ cum slut. TO BE CONTINUED?
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Paul was twenty four years old. Korean dark hair. Brown eyes. He was 6âfeet tall. Tone body. A flat ass, a 7 inch cock. His boyfriend of two years Chris. Blonde hair blue eyes. Swimmerâs build with a bubble butt and an 8 inch dick. Paul was in recovery for the last three and half years. Getting the help he needed from his addiction to meth. Paul and Chris met on a blind date set up by a mutual friend of theirs. And they hit it off right away. They started living together recently. Moving into an apartment complex. Their sex life was good. Paul being the top. And Chris being his bottom. Paul and Chris worked full time jobs. Paul also attended twelve step programs. Three doors down lived Wesley a stocky 53 year old man who loved to party and would love to party with Paul. After a great night of sex between Paul and Chris. Chris had flight in the morning for work. He would be gone for a week putting together a business deal. âIâm going to miss you, Chris.â âI hope the week flys bye.â âIâll miss you more.â Chris said with a grin. Paul went about his day. Coming home. Paul runs into Wesley. âHi Paulâ. Wesley asked with a touch of lust in his voice. âHey Wes.â Paul answered. âIâm having a few friends over on Friday night.â âIf you want to come by for a little while youâre more than welcome.â âChris to.â Though Wesley didnât want the âAll American jock.â Just Paul who was standing in front of him. âThatâs nice of you Wesley.â âWhat time?â Wesley gave him the time. Paul let him know Chris would be out of town until Thursday. Friday came. Paul came around 830. Bringing a bottle of wine. Wesley let him with a big âHello.â Wesley led Paul into the living room to Paulâs horror saw three guys in their mid 50âs smoking a pipe and rubbing each otherâs cocks. âI got to go Wesley.â âIâm in recovery and this isnât good for me to be here.â Wesley responded with âI understand.â âIf you do decide you want to stay, Iâll put a stop to the smoking.â Without a word Paul left. He was tempted to just smoke. But nothing else just a couple of hits. It would be ok. Chris would never know. Paul went back to Wesleyâs. âIt couldnât hurt if I have a hit or two.â Paul said. Wesley nodded in agreement. The three old men were still there. Paul took the first hit and it felt good. And then he took his second and third hits. Before he knew it he was high as a kite. Wesley made a move on him. By rubbing his shoulders. âDo you want some more?â Wesley asked.â âYeahâ Paul said. âThen if you want more, take off your shirt.â Paul so out of it did what he was told. One of the old men came over and gave Paul a pipe and he smoked it. While Wesley ran his hands over Paulâs body. Slowly undoing Paulâs belt and unbuttoning his jeans. âStand up.â Wesley ordered. Paul stood up. âTake off your pants and underwear.â âIâll give you more T.â Paul so high did it. Completely naked in front of four old men. Wesley told Paul to get on his knees which he did. Henry, the thin 58 year old put his cock into Paulâs mouth. âStart sucking it slut.â Paul did until Henry shot his load down the young manâs throat. Wesley bought Paul into his bedroom. Laying him down while the other two old men, Oliver a 55 year overweight man. And Doug a 52 year old razor thin man took turns climbing on top of Paul making him suck their cocks. In the meantime. Wesley was eating out Paulâs ass. Paul being so far gone was enjoying it. Forgetting about Chris. Wesley hard 6 and 1/2 inch cock was outside Paulâs ass, looking to get inside him. Wesley took it slow. Waiting so long to fuck him. He went inside Paulâs ass and started fucking him. The three other men were smoking and jerking their cocks. Wesley kept going in and out. Deciding to cum deep inside the young man. Paul himself was stroking his cock and Wesley said. âShit Iâm cumming inside you!â Paul shot his load. once Wesley pulled out the other three men took turns fucking him. The next morning. Paul woke up and with guilt and horror got dressed and went back to his apartment. âWhat the fuck did I do?â Paul said. âChris is going to kill me.â Wesley came over to Paulâs with some more T. He knew that Paul would smoke more to forget about what happened. âPaul, itâs ok.â âYou relapsed.â âIt happens.â I also had sex with you and three other guys.â âI cheated on my boyfriend.â âHow can I face him?â Wesley then took out the pipe and handed it to Paul. He took it and started to smoke. âThatâs it Paul.â â Just relax.â Wesley said while getting undressed. Now completely naked with his stocky body and hard dick. He placed his cock into Paulâs mouth who starts sucking it. âAhhhâ Wesley moaned. Enjoying having his dick sucked. He took it out of Paulâs mouth and kissed him. âGet naked Paul.â âI wanna fuck that Asian ass again.â Paul who was once again high got naked and took Wesley to his bedroom in which Wesley fucked the young man for several hours. And continued to fuck him when Chris called him. âIâm fine, babe.â Paul said while Wesley kept on fucking him. âLove you too.â Paul said. Wesley shot his load deep inside Paul. Then kissed him. Wesley got up to get his phone and came back. âI invited a few other guys to come here and fuck you.â âYou donât mind, do you?â Wesley asked. Paul nodded in agreement. four old men were let in by Wesley. They were high when they got there and would continue at Paulâs place. Each guy took turns. Hank a 67 year old man with a beer belly and gray hair went first. Shot his load in the young man. Bert a lanky man 61 years old also lusted after Paul and now was going to have him. âYouâre finally taking my dick up your ass, you cheating slut.â Bert said. Bert shot his load into Paulâs ass. Next was Frank. He was 64 years old overweight and soft spoken. He also liked to record fucking younger guys bareback and putting the videos up on adult websites. Last was Luke. Thin, Latino. 61 years old. Fucking Paul was great! Luke shot his load into the young man. Frank recorded Luke fucking Paul and then Wesley fucking Paul one more time. Frank uploaded the video. Unfortunately for Paul. Chris loved old guys barebacking young guys and when he saw Paul being fucked. He left Paul, who in turned stayed a bottom slut for Wesley and his friends.
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February 20th, 2007, my birthday. Iâd been chatting with my gifter for a while. I knew that I wanted it, but I was also afraid. I had thought about it often, but always backed out. He was into chems, fisting, and was poz (REALLY POZ). We had talked on the phone for a while, sharing thoughts, ideas, crazy things that might happen or did happen in our lives, how he had been pozzed, etc. I was a good intelligent man, who just happened to love taking cock. We talked about how he felt when he was fucking, and how much Iâd love it, when he seeded my hole. I can see now that he was seducing me to the idea of taking his poz loads and I was eating it up. Taking advantage my weakness, my willingness, but it was ok. I think in my mind it was just a fantasy and the things we talked about werenât really going to happen, even though I was sort of hoping it would. I wasnât really going to submit my body to the ravages of HIV; it was just talk, right? So I booked the hotel and the flight to Portland. I arrived that morning, it was raining, but there he was waiting by the baggage claim. He looked more real that I had imagined him to be. Funny how I thought he would have horns, or a dark shadow clinging to him. We got on the tram together and headed to his house. He said it was close. I was nervous now, but he calmed me and told me everything was going to be ok. Heâd watch out for me and to trust him. We took the short walk to the house, and he showed me the shower and told me to clean out. I took my time and did a good job, preparing myself for him. When I came back to the kitchen, he had the meth out and was measuring it, mixing it, putting part of it into a needled syringe and part into a syringe that didnât have needle. I watched fascinated almost hypnotized. I had never seen anything like this before in real life, only on the television. He then looked at me and asked if I was ready. I was scared, but somehow thought it would still turn out to be just a fantasy and that heâd shoot himself up and that would be that. After all, I donât do drugs. I put on my underwear and followed him out the back door, to a garden shed in the back yard, my soon to be birth chamber. Inside the small shed was a portable heater on the floor, a roll of paper towels, some shelves with dildos and lube, and a sling. I had never been fucked in a sling before, so that was going to be a first for me. The first of many firsts, which would happen to me on that day. He helped me slide into the sling, and adjusted me, so my ass was at the edge and easy access for his use. My feet were pushed through the straps, making certain I wasnât able to pull myself out of the sling. My head was slightly lower than my ass, but I didnât think anything of it at the time. Guess, he didnât want anything to leak out. My cock was hard and standing up, ready for action. He made certain that I was well situated in the sling, and was comfortable since I was going to be there a while. He reached over and got the syringe that didnât have the needle in it. My hole was still a bit loose from the douching out, so I didnât struggle much when He inserted into my ass. He pushed down on the plunger saying âThis might burn for a bit.â He then walked around to my head and adjusted the straps that went around my wrists on the chains by my head, to make certain I was secured in place. I pulled on the straps experimentally, I was pretty comfortable and my cock was hard, thinking about getting fucked in his sling. I leaned my head back in the sling and tried to relax. I closed my eyes and felt the âburnâ he was talking about, but it felt very good. He told me âYouâve just had your first booty bump.â I tried to concentrate on the feeling of my heart beating and the burn in my ass. The temperature seemed to jump and my heart was racing, when I realized that he had slipped his cock into me. It felt so good that I laid back and willed my hole to open to take more of him into me. The fact that he was fucking me bare and was poz only made it hotter somehow. It didnât seem real; like it was happening to someone I was watching on a porn film. I donât remember his first load into me, but my body did. All of a sudden, my hole started clenching and pulling, milking his cock with every muscle in my being. I was being impregnated by His seed, and all my body knew was how much it wanted it. It just felt so good to feel his cock inside of me, breeding me, making me his boy, my body instinctively pulling it deeper inside of me to grow. I have no idea how long he fucked me or how many loads he gave me, when he pulled out and fingered me a bit. He moaned at how sloppy my hole was and how open it was. He then walked around to the side of the sling; He tied the sling wrist straps down securely. I was still out of it some, my body screaming for His cock. The fact that I was naked in a garden shed, with a small heater, in February, didnât matter, I felt hot and flushed and oh so very horny. My head was rolling from side to side and my eyes were closed, but I could hear him moving around. We had talked earlier on the phone about a fantasy of mine. He pulled out a red bandana from somewhere, put it between my teeth and tied it around my head. âLook at me,â he said. I opened my eyes, and watched as he tied His arm with a rubber tube, then took the meth loaded syringe, found a vein and stuck it into his right arm. He pushed the plunger down about halfway, I watched fascinated as the semi-clear liquid went into His arm. He held it there for a few seconds, breathing deep, and then pulled the plunger out, and I saw the red tint of His blood start to mix with the remaining meth to fill the syringe. He pulled off the rubber tube with his teeth. I looked at His face, it wasnât an expression, I recognized, and his eyes glittered like they were made of black glass. He reached over, tied the rubber tube around my arm, making my veins stand up, and started examining my arm, looking for a good vein. I remember, trying to say âNo, noâ, but the bandana was muffling my voice. He found the vein and said, âHereâ. I remember tightening up a bit, but He had a firm grip on my arm. âDonât move!â He commanded and for some reason that I still donât understand, I obeyed him. My eyes widened as I saw him put the needle into my vein and I remember shaking my head from side to side. I started to breathe hard, fast shallow breaths through my nose. This is real! It is going to really happen! I was staring at the blood/meth filled syringe when he said âLook at me.â I looked in his eyes and felt him push the plunger down. He pulled out the needle, massaged the vein for a moment and then untied my gag. I looked at my arm, where I had been injected, and started to freak out. âOh God, what have I done? What have I done? Help me! Jesus, help me!â I was crying out. I was panting in my terror. He looked at my face and pulled off the rubber tube, allowing the meth and his toxic blood to flow throughout my body. His bugs already starting their deadly work as they barebacked on the meth. He didnât say a word as the drug took hold of my mind and body. He just walked down to my spread legs, shoved his hard cock into my hole, wrapped his arms around the chains of the sling, started pinching his nipples and began fucking me with full deep strokes. I looked deep into his glittering eyes. Iâm sure he saw the horror in my eyes quickly turning into lust as he smiled and said the words Iâll never forget, âItâs too late. Itâs too lateâ At that point, I realized he was right, it was too late. I wasnât going to escape; I was going to be poz from this day forward. As, my mind tried to cope with that reality, he was delivering another load of seed into my body, and my ass was pulling and flexing, milking every drop into me. The drugs were hitting me hard and only one thing mattered; that was taking every drop of cum from my Fatherâs balls into me. âPlease, please take my last neg load. I give it to you; I want you to have it. Help me give it to you.â I had to cum for him. Right then, the cum leaked out of my soft cock, He saw it, scooped some it up with his two fingers and put them into my mouth to suck clean. âThis is the last neg load youâll ever have.â And then he scooped some up, put the fingers into his mouth, and licked it clean, taking it into his body. My second load came just moments after my last neg load. He repeated the process, only this time; I was shaking, moaning, and begging for his cock. âIs this my first poz cum?â He looked down at me still fucking and said âThe first of many, to spread to others.â Which wasnât true, but in my fucked up mind, I swear that I could feel the bug swimming in my cum. âYes Father, yes, I want to spread you to others. Youâll live forever in those I breed, just like all those who came before you live in you. Just like youâll live in me. As I cum in them, part of my seed will be yours.â There was more talk, some of it I remember, some of it only comes to me in my dreams. The drug filled haze of my body and mind, made me into a cum whore. All I wanted was his cock and to be filled over and over with his seed.
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FICTIONAL STORY! It was a normal Friday night out in Berlin and I had met up with some friends to grab a drink in a newly opened gay bar in centre of town. The crowd was young & cute like me (FYI iâm a 19 y/o twink). People mostly stayed in their respective groups, distinctly cornered in, throwing a look now and then over the room at other boys. Yet they didnât take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. Like most young people the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance so a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. And like every weekend we drank quite a lot. We had a good time, drinking and laughing, but around 4:30 in the morning it was time to head on for something else. A part of the group wanted to go to a bar where they play mainstream pop music. This very small bar was always fully packed, and it was hard for anyone to really move around. The toilet queue was awfully long, and getting a drink in the bar took so long that you got sober by waiting. This was at least my opinion, but my friends didnât agree. We, therefore, split and I left them to their miserable choice. My mind was up for some trance music at a nice bar filled with straight acting, well-tuned cute guys. The bar I went to had an open atmosphere, 3 floors: one for trance music downstairs, one for mellow dance music upstairs and a dark room on the top floor. I never visited a dark room before and couldn't understand why people want be fucked by unknown guys in the dark.. I arrived club around five-o-clock in the morning. The dance floor was packed. I drank, chatted to people and danced to a great DJ for three hours which felt shorter than that. Around eight only 15 people were left. I headed for the bar and ordered a last vodka-tonic, although I was quite drunk already. After a while two very hot Arab guys came up and sat next to me. They were wearing tight t-shirts so I could see every detail of their muscular bodies. I think that they were a few years older than me, but max 21-22. We started to chat loosely: they asked me if I was alone and if I lived in Berlin. One of them put his hand on my thigh and caressed me slowly; the other moved his hand inside my shirt and over my back. It felt they were going forward a little bit too quickly so I escaped the situation by saying that I needed to go to the toilet. I went upstairs to the toilets on the second floor, where there was no one. I could feel I was turned on by the touching and wondered what to do next. I had never been with two guys before. If it was only one than things would be a bit easier. When I got out of the toilet one of the guys stood outside waiting for me. He smiled and asked me if I was intimidated by both of them touching me. âSomewhatâ I replied. âWhich of us do you like the most?â he asked. âI think youâre both cuteâ I said and added âand very sexyâ. âYouâre very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt assâ he replied. âThanks!â I flushed a little bit embarrassed. âSo if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?â he asked. I looked at his hot muscular body and could hear myself saying: âYes, why notâ. âWe can go to my place. I donât live far from hereâ I suggested. âNo, my friend is waiting downstairs and Iâd prefer that we just go up to the dark roomâ he said and smiled. âWell⊠I donât really like dark rooms, because you donât know which guys are in thereâ I replied. âItâs okâ he assured, âthe club is almost empty by now and there would be no one there except for us. So come on, I can tell for sure that both of us want a little funâ he insisted. âJust a quick one⊠you suck my big dick and afterwards I suck you.. Okay?â He put his hand over his package and I could see a distinct, large bulb on his jeans. âOMG! I need that big Arab cock in my mouthâ I thought to myself. He approached me, pressed his body against mine and started to kiss me with deep tongue movements. Wow, this guy knew how to kiss! It felt like heaven! Impossible to resist. At this time I was quite drunk and his gentle treatment of kissing and caressing my cock with his hand inside my jeans. âYouâre hard and horny! so letâs goâŠâ he said, and took my hand and led me up the stairs to the dark room. Up there he opened my jeans, pulled them down completely to the ground and sat in front of me. My cock swelled hard as he took it in his mouth and worked it good. One of his hands went off to my ass and started to play with my hole. One finger went in, then two. Slowly he started to finger fuck my my ass. I felt a burning sensation in my ass, but his lips around my cock was so hot that it overpowered that sensation. Was he preparing me so he could fuck me? That wasnât the deal! But the fingers in my ass felt so good that I couldnât protest. After a while, he stood up, we kissed with deep tongues. Then he pushed my head down to his big dick. I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. My ass started to feel empty so I tried to put some of my own fingers in side my open hole He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed it down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense and deep mouth fucking. He ordered me to lift my ass up so I did was I was told. Suddenly I could hear him whisper something in Arabic. A second later I felt someone coming up from behind putting his hands on my buttocks. I had thought that we were alone in the dark room. Who was this third person who now wanted to join in? Was it his friend who had gone up earlier to wait for us? Itâs clear that they planned this from the start. The other guy immediately took over my ass. I felt a small plastic tube enter my ass. A few seconds later i felt a liquid filling my ass. Then he pulled the tube out. Thinking it was lube i didnât react. Two fingers began to slide in my ass. As my ass became more open he added more. There was a feeling that was spreading to my body. I began to sweat and I felt more horny that I could ever feel. I thought that this was due to considerable amount of alcohol in my body so I stopped sucking and was about to stand up to take a break. The Arab guy in front of me noticed my hesitation and quickly locked both of my hands and put his arm around my neck. He was much stronger than me, and although I tried to resist I couldnât get away. Suddenly I felt the guy behind me trying to push his big cock in my ass. The pain of this thick cock ploughing its way into my tight ass was sobering me up. Desperately my hands fought to get released but all in vain. âPlease wait!â I squeaked, âI need toâŠâ âWhat is it? Donât you want to play anymore?â one of the guys interrupted. âWell, just let me get some lube and a condom from my pocketâ I begged. âNo way! I only fuck without condom or lube. Open up slut! â he grunted. I wanted to reply but he silenced me quickly by pulling my head back by a steady grip around my hair with one hand and putting the other over my mouth. An extremely intense and very rough fucking followed. I could feel every inch of his big cock as it forced its way in and out in what felt like an eternity. It was almost like my ass would turn inside out of the deep ploughing and I felt my anus swelling. Inside me every show of the top of his cock sent electric shocks through my entire body. After a while my whining changed into groaning and moaning. His friends slapped my face and rammed his cock into my mouth to shut me up. Something started to take over my mind and I began to have thoughts about wanting bigger cocks in my ass and begin a total bottom slut. My ass was now completely open to serve his raw huge cock. The Arab guy behind me started to moan louder and louder. With a deep grunt he filled my insides deep with a huge amount of cum. He withdrew and got up in front of me ordering me to suck and lick his cock clean. I did as I was told and swallowed every drop. âGood boy! Our sperm will change you for good!â he said. âNow, lie down on the floor!â his friend commanded. He forced me to lie down with my chest facing the floor. He got on top and guided his huge cock towards my hole. He pushed into me; I felt the head enter me. A moan escaped my lips. He almost pulled out fully and then he just rammed it in full force. âNow, weâre going to see if I can fuck this slut even harder.â They both put up a laugh of joy and excitement. He fucked me harder and faster. âI saw how you looked at my cock down in the bar, craving it. We are converting you into a load taking slut. You think that you can return to your normal life, but within a few weeks you will give in to your true calling; big raw dicks and cumâ. He kissed me on the check and licked my ear. Then he intensified the fucking; I felt the entire weight of his muscular body as he pumped my ass with his massive cock like a machine spinning out of control. By now the penetration went more smoothly because of the generous load that his friend had previously delivered in my butthole, which functioned as a perfect natural lubricant. My ass had also got more used to the rough fucking and had opened up considerably by the penetrations of his friendâs large cock fucking me so violently. Something in my mind took over and i started to enjoy having this good-looking, young sexy Arab stallion plowing my ass hard. I was their little white toy! And when he started hitting my G-Spot I was in pure ecstasy. âYes, do me as hard as you canâ i blurted out. âWe own you now that our DNA is deep inside youâ he whispered in my ear. Then he came with a roaring and we were both exploded as he shot several streams of hot cum deep inside of me. Then he and his friend dressed quickly, gave me a kiss and left. I sat for a while in the dark to get myself together. What was it I had experienced? My ass was warm and swollen with cum of the two guys dripping out. A smile spread over my face. I started to jerk myself and came quickly. I left the dark room and the club. On my way home I stopped by a gay sauna that had opened its door in the morning hour. I went in, changed, sat at the bar and ordered a juice. As I sat down at one of the tables a bit away from the bar a young black guy came up to me and asked if he could sit down. âSureâ I said. We were there just with our small towels around our waists. He had a perfect body and he noticed my eyes screening over him. He let his towel open so I could see his enormous dick hanging in the open. My eyes couldnât help staring at it. âI saw you in the dark room. I was hiding in a corner with a friend when you came in. The two guys fucked you up goodâ he said. His words took me by surprise and I didnât know what to say. âThey knew exactly what to do to change you into a willing bottomâ he added. âThey knew what to do?â I replied. âYes! The fact that youâve come to this sauna and didnât go straight home or to the police or anything must mean that you want moreâ he said smiling. He started to stroked his hand over his big cock that had started to rise. âLetâs go to my cabin and i will tell you what they did to change you into a willing slut. Iâm not like them!â he said comfortingly. He took my hand and caressed it gently. I looked at his cock and felt how mine grew to create a visible bulb under the towel. He noticed and said smilingly âThatâs clearly a YES!â. We stood up and walked up two floors to his cabin were we dropped the towels and started to kiss. Then suddenly I was grabbed from behind by two other black guys. I was pinned down with my face pressed into the mattress. âHold his arm stillâ one of them said. I felt how my bicep was tied of with a band. Then I felt a needle stabbing my arm. âLike I promised I will tell you what they did: When they fingered you they loaded your ass with a drug called Meth!â the black guy said. âYou had no clue what was happing. This is not how we do it. I like to tell my sluts that I injected them with T.â after saying that the band snapped loose. They released me and told me to raise my arm. As I sat up I began to cough. A wave of sluttyness came over me. âThis will boost your carving for big dicks and cum. So donât fight it!â said one of the other black guys. I looked over to them and saw 3 hot black guys stroking their enormous black cocks. And like he said I couldnât resist it and crawled over to them. âDoes he know that we and the two Arabs are POZ? â whispered one guy to the other. âWe will tell the slut after we bred him several times!â answered the other one laughing. âTHE END â
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âAll right folks, settle down please,â my request might have been ignored by the class were it not balanced by my deep, booming baritone. It was always a challenge trying to keep the kids thinking of me as a trusted approachable confidante while continuing to command their respect as an authority figure. Luckily I had an advantage in the commanding department, standing at least a head above most of them at my full 6â6ââ height, and weighing double what they did with 230 pounds of solid muscle, due to my addiction to the weight room and my years of athletics, first as a student wrestler, then as coach of the high school team. I knew from personal experience that the coaches and trainers who got the best results were the ones who could still do everything they asked their team to do. There was also the possibility that I kept myself ripped and rock hard so I could keep up with the young firm fuckers who I met on the weekends at the gay clubs in the city an hour away, but weâll get to that later. Not surprisingly, the lunchroom full of teens responded exactly as I expected, transforming from a swarm of squealing, socializing, self-obsessed psychos into seated, silent, smiling students. âFor those of you who are new to the school or have selective summer amnesia from too much sun and daytime tv,â my joke got a few laughs and some eye rolls, just as it did every year. âthis is senior seminar and I am your wise and wonderful leader, Coach Adams. Over the next few months, weâll be meeting here every morning with one goal in mind. Any idea what that goal isâŠBen Stone?â Ben was co-captain of my wrestling squad, easily one of the most popular kids in the school, and the consummate player. Heâd gotten under the blouses and into the panties of most of the girls in the room and probably a couple dozen junior and sophomores. He was also known to cut class, make only enough effort to maintain his athletic eligibility and convince his adoring fans to do his papers for him. Usually I had no reason to call him out on his shit since he was one of the most enthusiastic athletes I knew, but I didnât fuck around when it came to this class. Thus he was so caught up in texting under the small fold out desktop connected to his chair in the second row of the lecture hall that he hadnât noticed me coming closer until I was right next to him, collecting his phone and clasping my hand on his shoulder. His slouched posture, splayed legs and half-lidded eyes suddenly morphed in front of the entire class until he was the definition of attentive. Still it was too late to figure out what Iâd asked him, so he just stammered and looked more and more freaked until I was sure the rest of the class saw how serious I was. âThe one goal of this class: for each and every senior graduates with good grades, good test scores and goes on to a great university.â After a decade of running this course, I knew I could deliver everything I just explained, and more. Since senior seminar was instituted at Regent Academy, the dropout rate was practically nonexistent, the collective GPA of the graduating classes was a 3.8, 97% of grads went on to receive degrees from four year universities, and many of them earned scholarships and entry into the Ivy League. What began as a class designed to catch the kids who were slipping through the cracks, had grown into a required course for every senior at Regent. The program was so successful other schools were paying top dollar for us to set up similar seminars, while national education programs were writing articles and essay about it in journals and textbooks. So, yeah, I was pretty sure Iâd have no trouble doing it again for these kids. When the bell sounded for passing period, the 70 kids lined up and headed out with my signature verifying that theyâd each signed up for a weekly session with our college counselor, 4 or more test prep sessions with teachers from various departments at the school, and 2 or more extra-curricular activities that they could put on their college rĂ©sumĂ©s. As each kid passed, I shook his or her hand and offered congratulations on taking the first step towards a college degree. 70 hands later, I waved to the last girl out the door and turned back to my desk, not expecting to see a tall handsome young man still standing by the extra-curricular sign up forms at my desk. He must have been new, because I made it my business to know every senior by the first day of seminar, and there was no way Iâd somehow missed a cute piece of meat like him. âI donât know if they had bells at which ever school you used to go to,â I said, walking over and stacking the many papers on my desk. âbut at this school it means it is time to haul ass to your next class. You can come back and get your form signed by me after school, just hurry off before you end up being late on your first day. Not the best way to make a first impression.â âYouâre right about that sir,â the boy said, smiling at me, causing my cock to twitch beneath my khakis. It was a good thing I wore my tightest jock today. âI do owe you an apology for being late this morning.â âSince I didnât even notice you coming in late, weâll call it even. Now hurry up or youâll be apologizing to your next teacher too.â Walking to the door and opening it, I was stunned to look back and see him chuckling while taking his messenger bag off and dropping it onto the chair opposite mine. Cute or not, this kid needed a reality check if he thought I was joking, especially when Iâd spent the past hour lecturing on the responsibility heâd be taking on in my class. âMaybe Iâm not being clear enough. Either you get out of my class and into your next one or Iâll have you sent straight back to where ever you learned that it is okay to ignore your teachers.â âActually, Iâm the one who wasnât clear,â the boy responded, obviously trying not to laugh, which made my temper flair and my Dick stiffen. âIâm not apologizing for being late to class.â âWatch it Kid!â My voice got louder and deeper and I felt my face getting red as I crossed to him and prepared to drag him out of the room, if necessary. âIâm apologizing for being late to work,â his words stopped me dead, just as my hand reached out to grab his firm, muscular arm. âIâm not a student Coach Adams. Iâm Andrew Macintosh, your intern for the year.â After we had a good laugh about my mistaking him for a student, Andrew and I sat down so we could get to know one another. Currently in his first year of a master in education program at CSU, Andrew was new to the area and excited to get started as my intern. Maybe I was used to seeing teachers go back to school for their masters or maybe it was the fact heâd graduated college at 19, but either way I couldnât get over how young he looked, and I wondered how the kids would ever take him seriously if he was only 2 years older than they were. Thatâs why when He tried to convince me to refer to him as Andy, I insisted he go by Mr. Macintosh in front of the students. We ended up compromising and agreeing Iâd call him Mr. Mac. As for me, it had been so long since Iâd gone by anything other than Coach that I told him Iâd probably ignore anyone who called me by my real name. âCoach it is then.â There was that smile again. Even in my smallest jockstrap I could feel my Dick throbbing and leaking against my leg. Thank God he couldnât see under the desk. âSo coach, whatâs next on the agenda? What classes will I be helping you with this year?â âWell thatâs a good question, cause you just sat through one of the two classes I teach all day,â Macâs surprise was clear on his face, so I decided Iâd better explain. âŠâŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ When I first started at Regent, all I knew how to do was wrestle and coach wrestling. Since you canât major in heavyweight wrestling positions, Iâd floated through college from major to major until my senior year when I looked at what credits I had and realized the only major that offered me any chance of completing the requirements before I aged out of my athletic scholarship was English. After medaling at a couple wrestling tournaments and making the Olympic team as an alternate, I had big dreams of opening a gym where Iâd coach young guys who wanted to be competitive wrestlers. Even with a degree and my credentials, no bank was going to loan me the money to start a gym, so I started looking for work that would allow me to save enough on my own. I tried personal training, private security, even modeling for a while, but everything I tried that was steady didnât paid well enough to let me support myself and save for my gym, and I couldnât rely on booking the jobs that paid bank. That was when a customer at the gym where I trained recognized me from my college wrestling days. Turns out Iâd kicked his ass at every match, and heâd kept an eye on my career from my exhibition matches to my Olympic try, but lost track of me ever since. After he discovered I was working odd jobs, he asked me to go for a drink and discuss my dream of opening a gym. We drank until my tongue got loose and I admitted to doing to modeling for some menâs underwear catalogues, which he asked if he could see. Back at my apartment I reluctantly pulled out the proofs of the catalogue and pretty soon we were joking about how little I had to cover my big uncut Dick. Before I could say no, he said he wanted to wrestle me again and told me to strip down. This guy might have been in my weight class in school, but as he pulled off the oxford shirt and crisp grey wool slacks heâd worn that day to his investment firm, it was obvious heâd kept in shape, but no longer had the musculature heâd need to take me on. Still, I was drunk and in the closet and he was hot as hell, so we stripped to our jocks and I got out a mat I used for working out. Just as I thought, I had him pinned in seconds every time. When the fifth âmatchâ began, he almost got me in a choke hold because Iâd lost focus due to his jock-clad cock pressing against my butt. Instinct kicked in and I accidentally went 100% for a second, flipping him over me in the air and wrapping my legs around his head. Realizing I was choking out the first and only potential investor in my gym, I loosened my legs and started to pull away, but stopped when he grabbed my thighs, leaned forward and sucked my semi-hard Dick through the flimsy white Bike jock. Moaning, I spread my legs and let him wriggle free so he could uncover my cock and suck it for real. In minutes, I was balls deep inside him, breeding his ass on the floor, and listening to him admit that heâd fantasized about me since the first time he saw me in my singlet. When he left that night around midnight, with three loads up inside his hole, he set up a time for us to meet at his office the next day. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and was greeted by pictures of him with his wife and young son. All business, he explained to me that the only way a bank would ever give me the loan was if I got a steady job and held it down for a few years. Crushed, I let him suck me off on his plush leather sofa, and left with no clue what I could do to convince a bank I was trust worthy. A week passed before I was approached at the gym by another man who explained that my investment banker friend was also a friend of his and he had some possible work for me. Unsuspecting and figuring there was no way a married man would share what had happened between the two of us, I met this guy at his house so he could look at my rĂ©sumĂ© and as it turned out, he was a recruiter for some major business firms. When he mentioned that our mutual friend had told him Iâd spent some time modeling for underwear catalogues, he told me he had to see them to be sure nothing Iâd photographed would come back to disqualify me from a position at one of the firms. This led quickly to asking me for a live show and soon I was sliding my Dick in his was while he bent over his kitchen table and begged for me to breed him. When I went to leave that night he apologized for wasting my time and told me I didnât have enough experience to work for any of the companies he recruited for. Crushed again, I almost ran into a young guy as he let himself into the house. Looking panicked, the man thanked me for the training session and insisted heâd see me for another one sometime when his son wasnât just coming home from wrestling practice. Scarred and shocked that he would have me fuck him with his son possibly catching us at any moment, I stammered some hello and good bye and ran out as fast as I could. A few days later at the gym, I saw the teen pointing me out to someone and the two of them heading my way. Frozen with fear, I prepared for the guy to arrest me for god-knows-what, even though Iâd done nothing illegal. Instead I was pleasantly surprised when the teen introduced himself again and explained that the man with him was the athletic director from his school. When his son almost caught the two of us, his dad had quickly made up the fact I was his trainer, but he must have had to explain more because his son told me that his Dad explained that I had been a nationally ranked wrestler and when he told the athletic director at his school, the man insisted on meeting me. Turns out the wrestling team was currently coached by an over-zealous father whoâd been all state in wrestling years earlier. This made him an expert, even though the team had zero wins all season and some of the kids were transferring to different private academies in order to be on a team where they might win. After I verified my history and accolades, the athletic director invited me to come to a practice the next day and see if I might be willing to coach the kids. It probably took me 5 minutes before the inept techniques and out of date practices of the volunteer coach forced me to laugh. 5 minutes more and I was yelling out corrections for his stupid directions. 2 more minutes and I had half the team watching as I demonstrated the proper hold positions. Turning beet red, the father got in my face and started yelling profanities telling me he would kick my ass for this. Instead I offered to wrestle him to see which one of us was more suited to coach the team. Looking at the athletic director to get some support, the dad got even angrier when the man threw up his hands and told us to go for it. Stripping off his shirt and sucking in his gut, he did some stretches and began trash talking me. He was promising a world of hurt and a hospital stay, until I stripped off my own shirt and shorts, revealing my Olympic singlet. He got very pale as we got into the first position, and I think he whimpered when the bell sounded. Fastest pin Iâd ever made. I asked him if he wanted a rematch, and he just shook his head and left. That same night, the AD of the school explained that the only way he could hire me as a paid coach was if I could work in some way on the academic side too. For the third time in the past few weeks, I felt empty, knowing there was practically nothing I could offer. But before I could leave, the man asked me what my degree was in. When I said English, he smiled and said I could teach remedial English as a visiting lecturer, and in the mean time, the school would pay for me to take the necessary classes to complete my teaching certificate. 2 years later I celebrated my 25th birthday by receiving my teaching certificate in front of my all-state wrestling champion team.
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PART ONE My name is David and Iâm an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didnât explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest⊠I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, heâs 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents werenât home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brianâs house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. âIs your sis also home?â, I asked. âSheâs out and probably wonât come home tonight. So donât worry!â he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didnât want to see her cheating face. âDude, relax! Be glad that youâre a free man. Time to start living!â, said Brian. âYouâre right! But Iâm not as laid back as you!â, I replied. He asked âWanna smoke some weed?â. âNo! I tried that once and became illâ, I answered. âIn that case⊠I have something else that doesnât make you ill⊠and it will also help you relaxâ, Brian said. I wanted to say âNoâ but Brian interrupted me: âWhat did I just said⊠live a bit!â. âTrust me!â, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said âUp for it?â. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. âYou have to take 4 more hitsâ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. âWhen the heat gets to much itâs best to take of your shirt!â Brian said. âIsnât necessary I think!â, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. âShall I switch the movie to some porn?â, Brian asked. âSounds goodâ, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. âYou donât mind, do you?!â he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasnât hard to miss that Brianâs cock was larger than my 8 inches. âDamn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!â, I said. âJust under 10 inchesâ, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: âSorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!â. âToo bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!â, I replied. âWe can get some more!â, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: âFriends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. Itâs only a 10 minute drive when we take your carâ. âDonât they mind?â, I asked. âNo they wonât⊠so letâs go⊠the quicker we go, the quicker weâre back!â, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brianâs friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. âWait here!â, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. âAre you enjoying the view?â, he said. I stuttered while trying to say âNoâ. âDude your dick is telling us a different storyâ, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. âDonât feel ashamed for liking what you see. Iâm not ashamed for it either.â, said Brian. âKnow you know what I was doing in the weekendsâ, he said laughing. âCome in⊠no one will bite you!â, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. âThereâs only one of us overdressedâ, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I donât want it to end. He did a step back and said: âYou said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?â. âYES, YES, YESâ I answered unknowing what to come. âDrink thisâ, Brian said. âWhat is itâ. I asked. âItâs something called G⊠itâs to relax you⊠After this no questions anymore, remember?!â, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. âThatâs Devon and his loads are huge⊠Go and take a closer look!â, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. âYour cock likes it⊠why donât you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?â, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When itâs inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. âIâm going to show you how you clean your ass⊠because I only fuck clean asses⊠you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!â, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. âWhen youâre in the sling a pipe isnât very handy⊠so we a better way⊠stick out your arm and trust me!â, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. âEnjoy the trip!â, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say âI gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whoreâ. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. âThe next time the dose will be normal⊠that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devonâ, said the guy. âDid I got fucked by Devon?â, I said. âYes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!â he replied. I was in shock. âThey filmed everything so you can watch it⊠so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!â, he added. âDonât think that there will be a next time!â, I said. âYes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I havenât missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!â he says. âOne of you?â, I asked. âHey guys, he didnât discover the band-aid just above his cock!â, he shouts. âWe all got a biohazard tattoo with the text âPOZ BROTHERâ above it. We all have one!â, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud âCan some one please fill my ass again?â. âLater⊠we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!â, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!- 48 replies
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I was 26 when my baby brother turned me the fuck out. I was home visiting and partying in the attic. I was in my jock and getting cloudy not realizing baby bro was watching. I had been a junky fag ever since I start hitting that glass dick with my uncle Jake when I was 18. He had me and my best friend Chad get in jockstraps and sit in chairs next to each other with our ankles handcuffed together. Prepping us for frat life in college he said and gave us âweedâ to smoke. Hit after hit after hit after hit until we almost felt like puking. He played porn the whole time âso by the time we were done and spun and he whipped his cock outâ we were ready to just do just about whatever he wanted. Now my baby brother Bobby, 8 years younger and barely 18 was handing his own glass dick to my dry chapped lips saying, âIâm gonna get you spun the fuck out from the shit the crack whore down the street gave us. I use you as a guinea pig and it fucks you up goodâŠâ So I take a hit. Itâs a big one and it tastes like a nasty toxic chemical cloud so I know itâs gonna be good and sure enough it goes straight to my cock. And Bobbyâs hands graze my tits which drive me into a tailspin. âLook Tommy,â he says holding one tit in each hand. âYou always had a problem with drugs. And I always looked up to you, so whatever drug you did. I did them because that's what brothers do. So when it was coke and crack, I did that⊠and when you switched to methâŠ. Well fuck Tommy, you know how great it makes your cock feel.â Weâre both in jockstraps and have massive hard ons. I donât remember when he put the dog collar on that says âproperty of Robert Drake.â But before I can think about that heâs pulling my sac out of the pouch in my jock aside and putting a fat rubber ox ball cock ring up around my huge nut sac and uncut cock. âRemember Tina? That crack head bitch down the streetâyou graduated from high school together, right?â Heâs whispering in my ear and it tickles and I want him to shove his tongue in my ear and then my mouth. âWell that whore moved back into her momâs house, another crack whore, two doors downân and she still has a thing for you. So I decided I was gonna mark my territory before she got any ideas and popped by to lend you some sugar or some shit.â He grabs my leg and stretches it out while he plays with my footâit drives me crazyâthen puts my foot on his hot sweaty sac. âWell I got her to give me some of the shit you told me not to do everâyou guessed itâmeth. I never saw you on it. You hid it from the family pretty well. But I got some and I told you it was blow and to just snort and you did.â He looks me in the eyes, mine are trying to focus on his blurry faceâcrystal fucks with my vision. âAnd I watched you. You changed almost immediately. You went from the burn out older brother I wanted to fuck and transformed into the pervy, insanely horny, sexy as fuck deviant I am going to fuck. Soon as you finished that rail, you just started taking off your clothes. Youâre sitting there with your jock on and I said to myself 'this is my chance⊠this is my chance to breed my brother.ââ âHey, Tommy,â he grabs my face by the chin and looks me in the eye. âDo me a solid. I think I left something of yours behind the couchâpretty sure youâve been looking for it.â I get excited thinking itâs the 1.24 gram shard I somehow lost earlier (or did I do it? Canât remember). I tug at my cock thinking about finding it. And as I try to look over the back of the couch to look behind it, I fumble. I flop overâ ass upâ searching for the thing I can't find because it was never back there. In doing so I expose my fat hairy ass to my baby brother. My hole is puckering because of the meth and suddenly thereâs a burning sensation. I look behind me and Bobby is licking his finger and sticking it in the bag and pulling out another shard covered finger and aims it square at my hole before it pops in. And suddenly Iâm in heat. I growl involuntarily like a bitchâas in a female dog. Bobby pulls his fat adolescent cock out of his sweat pants and spits on it like they do in the pornos I made him watch with me when we were younger. He walks up behind me, not even trying to hide the fact that heâs about to pop my cherry, first stretching the sphincter, and nothing I say is gonna stop him. âHey Tommy,â he sneers, âShould I spit on that pig hole of yours before I smash it?â Pig hole? Where did he learn that and why is it giving me a chub? I think. But itâs rhetorical and before I have time to react heâs shoving his big boy boner in my hole. And reaching around to play with my tits like Iâm a girl. The pleasure is as intense as the pain and it comes it waves because of the meth in my veins. He pulls out and it makes a wet popping sound that makes me even hornier and grabs me by the straps of my jock and says, âStop trying to pull away you faggot!â I make a half ass effort to struggle and he leans in to me and tickles my ear again saying, âThe more you resist, the more it turns me on.â And I can feel the truth of that statement as his fat mushroom cap triples in size inside my lower intestines. Yeah we both moan simultaneously. Suddenly thereâs a banging soundâ itâs of car doors closing. Momâs pulled in the drive way and we hear the car alarm signal that the car is locked. We hear her coming up the stairs, the distinct cadence of her footfalls are all too familiar. Sheâs yelling my nameâneeds my help getting something from the trunk to the garage. My eyes are glazed over because Iâm so fucking spun and also in bliss because Bobbyâs meaty teenage cock is thrusting in and out of my hole. âTommy's a little busy right nowâheâs getting his ass destroyed in this game weâre playing ma,â Bobby yells back. I hear her sigh outside the door and say â"Well, when youâre finished tell him to move the bags of mulch in the trunk in to the garage please.â âYeah⊠heâll get right⊠to⊠it!â He yells, punctuating each word with a thrust into my hole. I kinda try to struggle again and push him off but I donât really want that and I am so fucking retarded and gooning gone-out-the-fuck-my-mind that my lilâ brother has the power to do anything he wants. My pussy is getting pounded by my kid fucking brother and as he hits my prostate again and again and leans in ⊠the pressure on my bladder is too much and I just start pissing. Bobby stops for a second and looks at me incredulous. âAre you fucking kidding me bro? This is a problem brother.â He grabs me by my hair forces my face into the puddle on the hard wood floor. The way you would drag a dog over to show it the mess he made. âSee that?! See that mess you made?! Good dogs don't make messesâ so what I'm gonna need you to do is be a good dogâŠ. and clean it......with your tongue.â My cock just surges and gets harder. I feign struggle. âAh-ah-ahâŠ. you aren't getting let go until this mess is cleaned.â Bobby then slams my face into the piss puddle and says âClean it.....clean it you stupid faggot cum dumpster!â And I do. I start lapping it up like an animal. âGood boy. Whoâs a good little bitch? Whoâs daddyâs little girl? Tommy is. Tommy is a good little bitch.â And then he pulls my head up by my hair to face him and I thinkâI want himâ to give me a big wet slobbering kiss and he stares in my eyes. And spits in my face.
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This is a true story⊠It happened one fall night two years ago⊠I was nervous as my Lyft made its way around Buena Vista Park towards his house. I had wanted this to happen for close to a year since I first saw him on Scruff. When I saw his photos and read his profile I knew immediately that I wanted him to do things to me that Iâd only fantasized about. I wanted him to use me hard for his own pleasure. To treat me as an object and a fuck-hole. Heâd made it clear in our messages that once I entered his place that I would be his sub for the night and that heâd do with me as he pleased. As the car rounded a corner and was yards from his house I realized that I wasnât as high as I wanted to be. âI should have done a parachute. Maybe heâll let me do one when I get inâ I thought to myself. The car came to stop outside his house and I stepped out into the brisk San Francisco night air. I stood there on the opposite side of the street staring at his house. And then I saw him, he was holding the door next to his garage open and motioned me over. He was shorter than I expected. Thinner than I expected. He looked older than his 65 years, a tough looking bearded face with bushy eyebrows, and a shaved head, He was wearing just a jock and big black leather boots. As I approached he said âHi Boy, get your ass in here.â He stepped inside the garage and I followed closely behind. He led me through the garage and into a bright red room. It was an extremely well kitted out play room complete with fuck bench, four poster bed with various riggings and stirrups hanging from the wooden posts, there were lots of gas masks hanging from the wall. A ton of but plugs and dildos ranging from fairly small to the shockingly large. There was fetish porn playing on the TVs. And a long desk / counter that contained things like various lengths and widths of rope, chains, hoods, restraints, etc. As my eyes darted over the counter I noticed that there was a fine layer of Tina all over the counter. And a plastic food storage container containing a large amount of the stuff. My hole immediately twitched at the sight of the drug. It definitely knows what it likes⊠âTake your clothes off, boy. Put them over there in the box that says âWhoreâ on it.â And he sat down in a rather low profile chair across the room. I quickly took off my clothes, opened my bag and pulled out my pipe and poppers. âGood you brought your pipe. Is it empty?â And I nodded yes. âThe proper response, boy, is âYes, sir!â He barked at me. âFuck, Iâm already screwing this up .â I thought. âYes, sir!â I nearly shouted back. âGive it to me. Iâm going to fill it with my stuff. My stuff is very strong and very good.â He proceeded to load the pipe and hand it back to me. Then he started rummaging in the container and pulled out a rather large shard. He gave me an almost unnerving smirk and told me to bend over the bed, spread my legs and to start taking big hits off the pipe. I did as he told me. There I was less than 5 minutes into this adventure and I was already stripped down to my jock strap and bent over his bed with my hole exposed. I started taking big, long hits from my pipe. âFuck!â I thought as I exhaled the second hit. âThis is amazing shit.â My body was tingling, I felt lighter, slightly spaced out, and I immediately needed a cock in my hole. âKeep hitting that pipe, boy.â He said from behind me. Another minute or two went by and I continued to smoke. And then I felt a finger on my hole. It searched around for a bit, pushed on it a bit, and then I felt a bit of lube being rubbed on and then a finger penetrated me. I was so happy to have something - anything! - in my hole that I instinctively backed up on it so more of his finger sank into me. âNot yet, boy.â He said and pulled his finger out. And then he pushed in again, but this time there was something hard being pushed in as well and my hole began to burn. I realized he was putting the shard in my ass. And I got very excited. I love Tina in my hole. It makes it insatiably hungry to get fucked and bred by as many dicks as possible. âBoy, I hope youâre prepared for this. That was a very large shard I just put up your hole. In about 30 minutes you are going to be flying. And youâll be my fuck whore. And you will do what I want.â He said very matter of factly. I took several more hits from the pipe and he returned to his chair. âBoy take several long and deep hits of your poppers and then come stand in front of me. I took two hits from the poppers bottle and wished I had also brought a can of maximum impact. âBoy! I said LONG, DEEP hits. Do it again. And this time donât stop taking hits until I tell you. By the fourth hit my head was spinning and along with the effects of the Tina my entire body was buzzing and and my hole was hungry. No not just hungry, it was screaming to have something, anything, shoved deep in it. Finally he told me to stop. I was having a hard time standing up. âCome stand in front of me, boyâ He instructed. And I obeyed. He looked me up and down and again flashed me the most devious smirk. âOk, boy. Now get down on all fours. Then slowly rub your lips, tongue and head on my bulge. But do not take my dick out. And I moved forward and began licking the dirty, stained, and smelly jock strap. âAfter a few minutes he said, âGood boy. Now anytime your mouth is on my dick I want your hands on my nipples working them hard. I obeyed and managed a slight âYes, sir.â He then pulled his jock aside and freed his very thick, quite large cock. His dick looked rough. Like it had been beat up, run over, and chewed up. It was the angriest looking dick Iâd ever seen. Like it would slap you if it could. And I was beyond turned on by it,. âI can not wait until that is plowing my hole.â I thought to myself. I sucked and worshiped his dick for quite a while. And then he stood up, told me to stay on all fours and not to move and then he walked behind me. He started to put crisco on and in my hole. Again I instinctively backed up on it. And he said, almost under his breath, âMmmm, good boy.â He pulled his finger out again and then I felt a large, cold object pushing against my hole, he began to work my hole open and pushing what I now realized was a very large butt plug into my hole. I had never had a butt plug that big in me. I took a deep breath and settled in for it to be slowly worked into my hole. But thatâs not what happened. After working the tip of the plug into my hole, in one shocking, hard push he shoved the massive butt plug into me. I saw stars and I lost my breath for a second. And then I was so incredibly happy to finally have something filling me hole up. And not just filling it up, but stretching my hole wider than it had ever been. âTake some big, long hits off your pipe boy. And then go to the foot of the bed, lay on it on your back with your ass just at the edge.â He commanded. âYes, sir!â I excitedly shouted. When I had taken another 8 - 10 hits from the pipe I went to the foot of the bed and laid down with my ass just hanging over the edge. As I laid down the plug in my hole shifted and I realized that it was going to have to come out eventually, and the thought of how this massive thing was going to come out made me nervous. But I didnât have long to think about that. He approached the bed, and again had that same smirk on his face. He grabbed my right leg, lifted it in the air, pulled down a stirrup from the top of the bed frame, and anchored my leg in. Then he did the left. He grabbed two wrist restraints and got on the bed behind my head. He placed the restraints on my wrists and lifted them above my head and then chained them together. He looked down at me from where he knelt above my head and said, âDo not move your arms from that position. Leave them just as Iâve placed them.â So now Iâm on my back, ass hanging off the edge of the bed, legs suspended in the air, and my arms restrained and placed above my head on the bed. I thought that had to be the extent of it. But he had walked over to a wall of rope and chains, and after a minute or two he selected a large length of very thick rope that had been tied into a noose. He came around the foot of the bed, between my legs, leaned forward, and put the noose around my neck. I almost came right there. Just from the noose being put around my neck. Then he tightened the rope quite tight an my neck and he pulled the end of the rope toward him. I couldnât have been both more turned on and more frightened. It occurred to me as he was placing the noose around my neck that I just met this guy an hour or so ago, and I let him do what Iâd always wanted done to me, but had never allowed anyone to actually do it. And now high as a kite, spun hard, and restrained on his bed I realized I could not get out if I wanted to. I was completely dependent on him. It turned me on even more. He started tugging at the butt plug. Slowly at first and then more assertively. And then he really began to pull it out and I thought my hole was going to explode as this fucking huge plug was pried from my tight hole. And just when I thought it was never going to come out without causing major damage, POP, the walls of my hole released and relaxed and out popped the plug. It took my breath away again. But then I felt so empty. I immediately needed something back in my hole and I prayed he was going to shove the plug or something else in. He started applying crisco to my hole again and this time using all of his fingers in my hole to stretch it open and push the lube in. This went on for a while and then he went back to the counter, back to the container with all the meth, and again he rummaged through. I was sure that I was higher than Iâd ever been andI couldnât believe he was going put another shard in my hole. But thatâs just what happened. He walked back toward my ass, and in one motion shoved the shard deep in my ass. This was immediately followed by his big angry daddy dick thrusting , again in one motion, as far into my hole as it could go. I took a deep breath. He put the bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to take hits until he said stop. Six or so big, long hits later he removed the poppers and began to thrust into me. And then he grabbed the end of the rope with the noose around my neck and he pulled it hard and taught and it got MUCH tighter around my throat and was constricting my ability to breathe. But I said nothing. I realized all I had to do was settle in for what I had always wanted â to be used like a whore by some random, trashy, old man. And he then fucked me with more vigor and aggression than I thought his mid-60s, small framed body could possibly do. He literally pounded my hole with his cock and pelvis. Deep, hard, long thrusts. Like he was trying to wreck my hole. He never loosened his grip on the rope, in fact it got much tighter around my neck to the paint where I was sure I was going to pass out. And I almost did several times. But I managed to stay conscious for the entire ride. He began to tremble. To thrust harder and more quickly, and his breathing got heavy and labored. And then I could feel him exploding into my hole. âTake my load you fucking meth pig whore!â He shouted at me. âYes, sir! Thank you, sir!â I shouted back. âBreed me like a bitch, please sir.â When he was done he continued to fuck his spent load into my hole so that it was deep in my guts. He pulled out, walked around the bed and released my wrists, and removed the noose. âYou can get your legs out of the stirrups on your own, boy. I need to piss. Iâll be right back. Drink the water I left out for you before I come back and get back on the bed.â He said as he walked out of the room. So I did exactly what he said. But I could barely make it to the counter for the water. My legs were wobbly and very tingly. I was spun and fucked up. And all I wanted was more dick. I was laying back on the bed, my feet back in the stirrups when he came back. He chained the restraints above my head again, And then brought out a long rubber tube and plastic wrap. Without saying a word he began to wrap my head in the plastic wrap. I started to panic when I couldnât breathe, and he grabbed a knife and cut a small hole in the plastic on my mouth. Then he pushed the tube through so I could breathe. Once my head was completely encased in the plastic wrap he then blindfolded me. Then POP in went the butt plug again. I laid there for what had to be 10 minutes wondering where he had gone and what he was going to do to me next. And I could feel the second shard hit my system. And my hole got hungrier. And then I felt motion on the bed near my head. And the familiar click of a torch being lit up. He then began to blow big clouds through the tube inserted into my mouth, which forced the clouds into my lungs. He did this over and over again. And I was buzzing, tingly all over, and hornier than fuck. I felt him get off the bed and then there was silence again. I love forced clouds! Minutes later I felt the noose being placed over my head and around my neck again. âFuck YES!â I thought. And then he yanked the butt plug out. Not gently. Not slowly, But fast and hard. Again I thought my hole was going to explode. Then he shoved something in the tube and I immediately got light headed. A rag soaked in poppers. But wait I couldnât breathe really with the rag in the tube. I struggled against my restraints and the noose, and after a minute or so he removed the rag. I was literally spinning. I didnât even feel his big, angry daddy dick when it thrust into me again I was so high. He fucked me hard for what seemed like half an hour. I just laid there and let him use my hole. I was happier than a pig in shit. YesâŠthis is what I had wanted. This is what I had fantasized about for so long and never ever spoke a word about it out loud. Iâd kept this wish quiet and un-acted upon for so long that the fact it was happening made me so happy my eyes teared up in joy. And then he stopped. And he leaned forward â I could feel his head beside my head. And he whispered through the plastic into my ear, âIâm going to whore you out like the meth pig you really are, you fucking worthless slut.â
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On my GR profile i show my collection of toys. The sizes range from small to HUGE. I also write about my love for assplay and fisting. Itâs friday late and i am browsing thru profiles. A message notification pops up ao i open the message. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 Hi! i see that you have a big collection of dildoâs. Can i come over to try a few watching porn. No Fuck & Suck & Kiss He added a few pics of him showing of a well defined muscular body. Heâs so hot that i reply direct. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I normally donât date when thereâs no fucking BUT you look hot and i would love to see that firm ass riding a dildo. I ALWAY respect wishes and boundaries, Just a small question?! Why does a str8 dude want to play with dildoâs? (You donât hsve to answer). It took about 12 minutes to receive a message back. [NEW] message from STR8MUSCLE2001 I hope you can give me some advice and tips, GREAT to hear yo think that way. WHY? The short answer is PUSSY. Thereâa this blond with big tits with pierced nipples and a hot body covered in tatts. She kinky and loves getting fucked in all holes before being filled with big loads. She also likes to flip the tables and fuck the guyâs ass with a strap-ob. I WANTED HER SO BAD that i want to practise a bit. I have lots of experience with assplay so i know i could help him to there. [REPLY] message to STR8MUSCLE2001 I gladly be of service with mu toy collection and my tips and trick. Call me 06-XXXXXXXX to give you my address. Within 2 minutes my phone rang .I picked up. We had a small chat. And i gave him my address. He replied with âThatâs very close to where i am. I can be there in 10 minutes. I will bring my weed!â, I answered with âGOOD|! See you in 10â. I quickly put two mattresses in my living room. I get the two huge bags filled with my toys. Open a new flask of poppers and take out my very special lube. i respect his boundaries BUT there is nothing wrong with trying to get him to loose them. This bottle contains my own mixture; normal water-based lube, some paraffin based cream, ketamine and T (Tina), I take of my cloths and slip into my baggy shorts. I hear the bell. I pick up to hear itâs my date. I buzz him inside, open my door a bit and sit down on my couch. I here the door close and hear him doing something in the hall was. After a minute he comes in naked and wears leather hood with his mouth, nose and eyes free. To stay anon and also because it looks hot. He works out a lot to get that muscled So fucking HOT! He walks towards me and sits down on the couch opposite of me. âCan i smoke my joint to help me relaxâ het asks and i reply with âSure, Iâll get an ashtray, I when to the kitchen and got him a an ashtray and a bottle of water. âJust water huh?â he asks and i answer very seriously with âOff course! But if you donât trust me you can empty the bottle and fill it yourselfâ. He starts laughing and says âNot necessaryâ. I ask him what kind of porn i should put on. He answers with âStraigjht BI or Gay are all okay as long as itâs condom free!â. I select some directories and press play, Bare gay porn⊠âMY FAVOURITE!â. He smokes his joint for 3/4 and then asks me with toy would be best to start with. I hand him a small dildo and get a bigger one for myself. I fill up a squirter with some of my lube and slip the tip in my ass and squirt the content inside. âIs a quick way to lube your assâ i say. I ask him uf he also want to use this fast way for lubing up. He nods and i hand him a filled squirter that he emptied in his arse, âIs the burning feeling normalâ he asks. I tell him that the lube has some clove oil added for additional sensation and that it will go away after a few minutes. We both place the dildo on the floor and i lower myself on it, âThis way i can control the speed and depth of the penetrationâ. He takes a good look and start to copy me. I hand him the poppers and with some deep inhales his ass starts to adjust and slowly the tip start sliding in.The T also begins to spread thru his body and into his mind, With a deep sight he glides in one fluid move over the rest of the dildo, After a few minutes we both start riding our dildo. After 10 minutes i take ir out and grab a bigger one out of the bag and lube it op. Lay on my back and start pushing it inside. My hole stretches around it. My trainee also decides to go a bit bigger. He fills the squirter again to lube his ass up. It is harder to get this one inside but with wiggling and poppers the dildo finds a way in. I can see that the T begins to take effect. He is riding the dildo as fast as he can, With a huge dildo in my ass i start stroking my thick hard cock.He sees my cock and asks me how big it is and i tell him that itâs 20cm. He looks at it again and says âFUCKâŠi want to feel it in me!â. `He moves over to me pulls the dildo out his ass and slide my cock inside. After riding me i switch position and plow his ass before shooting my load deep inside him. We then take turns stretching each others holes with bigger dildoâs. When i pull out the dildo from my ass my ass is gaping. It seems the T is making his have kinky thoughts because in one motion he slides his hand in my ass.after a few minutes i tell him to make his hand in to a fist and then explain how to punch my ass with it. He enjoys doing it because he starts to speed it up and punch me harder. I start cum without touching my self. That night i fucked a loaded his ass several times before falling a sleep!
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Jonathan and Craig were a cute mid twenties couple. Craig dark hair green eyes swimmers build. A nice round ass a 7 inch cock. That kept Jonathan happy. Jonathan was a red head. Tone flat ass and a nice nine inch cock. However, Jonathan being a total bottom frustrated Craig who was a verse top. Craig had a meth problem as a teen. But got his life together. He and Jonathan met at college. And hit it off. After they graduated. They found great jobs and a place to live. Two doors down lived their neighbor Stan. He was in his early sixties. Lanky with balding grey hair who was also addicted to meth and positive with a high viral load. He secretly lusted after Craig and wanted to share his seed with him. As luck would have it. Jonathan was going away on business for a few days. Craig would be working but have a couple of days off. Stan was friendly with both men. When Jonathan said to Stan. âKeep an eye on him.â Stan invited Craig over for dinner. Craig accepted. âStan, thank you for dinner.â âItâs much appreciated.â âNo problem Craig.â âYou want to stay and watch a movie?â Craig said sure. During the course of the movie Stan pulled out his pipe. Which surprised Craig. âMaybe I should go.â âI donât do meth anymore.â Stan was surprised about this revelation, and thought he could use it to his advantage. âYou donât have to smoke.â âI wonât either.â Stan deliberately left the pipe out. Knowing Craig would eventually want to take a hit. After an hour had gone by Craig without taking his eyes off the pipe. Said âone hit couldnât hurt.â Stan handed him the pipe and the lighter. One hit became ten and both men were high as kites. Stan put on some gay porn and started to put his hand underneath Craigâs shirt, rubbing his back. Craig being high didnât mind it and was hard and it didnât go unnoticed by Stan. Who started stroking his own dick. Pulling down his pants and underwear. Craig was surprised to see how big Stanâs dick was. Without thinking Craig took off his own clothes and started sucking Stanâs cock
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Having an open mind and saying yes to a TS friends idea has lead me to discover things I never even knew about myself. Iâve always been into raunch and kink, but my adventures as a CD have shown Me that I have filthy perverse cravings to satisfy with people Iâve yet to meet. I enjoy transsexual escorts and the fun that can be had with them. I am particularly attracted to escorts and prostitutes due to my love and enjoyment of spending time with a person that has sex with multiple people. There is a certain rush and thrill that comes with giving someone control over you. Being owned and Treated as property makes me feel so amazing. This feeling is why I posted ads and reached out to escorts to see if they were interested in owning a me, passable crossdresser, and using me to generate income, explore fetishes, use as a servant or assistant, use to experiment with/on when they need to try extremely perverted or filthy ideas, etc. I met a hung mixed TS that said she was interested in partying with me over a weekend and seeing what kinds of situations we can get into. I agreed to visit her on a Friday and told her Iâm excited and horny. I arrived in white stripper heels with thigh high pink schoolgirly style socks, a pink fishnet shirt with garter straps connected to my socks. I had nerdy glasses on and pigtails. We both posted ads online so men could know that a transsexual is available for generous men, and she has a crossdressing slut on a leash for use as well. Those seeking fun with me, the CD slut, get a discount since they are using a trashy whore that so many others are using. Oh, and Those that bring drugs over get to enjoy an enhanced experience. 2 guys showed within 30 minutes, and fucked my TS friend (named Jess) while I watched on my knees and wore my leash. After the guys left, Jess advises she wants me to eat the cum out of her ass, but donât swallow it. She squatted and farted cum into my mouth while I licked every drop from her asshole. I gargled it and spit it in a cup at the same time that our phone alerts went crazy. I pasted the address to 2 hung white guys, a hung Mexican guy, and an older black male. They all were interested in using Jessâ property and wanted to know what limits and rules were in place. She advised they can push the limits and to come over if they donât mind group fun. They all gave etaâs and all paid the $30 fee to use me. The Mexican guy arrived and Jess told him that her slave was in the living room waiting to be used. She said that she doesnât like when her slave is sober and out comes a bag of clearish blue shards. A bowl was loaded and Jess said she wanted to open my asshole up and drop shards inside. I bent over and began sucking his huge uncut 9.5 inch cock. Jess ate my ass and fucked me for a bit while the guy blew huge clouds and watched. He then made me blow three clouds and Jess followed after. Once she got my butthole nice and opened with her thick uncut cock, she said letâs see how nasty this faggot really is. Two hands were then spreading my ass and I felt something drop in. My asshole started burning as I heard I hope u like meth in your asshole bitch. The burn made me wince a bit, and thatâs when 2 more people arrived. Once they walked in I began noticing that I started feeling uncontrollably horny, and I started moaning and slowly swaying my hips and ass from side to side. Huge mirrors in the room gave me a full view of myself, and I loved how much I looked like a stupid whore that men use in secret. Jess turned on all of the lights so all could enjoy a clear view of me as I bent over and showed the random men from online my asshole. Two hands spread my ass cheeks and a tongue pushed deep into my butthole. That tongue was soon replaced by a cock and 2 minutes later that cock was shooting cum into me. The doorbell rings and I am mounted by another guy. 3 minutes later he cums and Iâm penetrated again. Soon I was so spun and high that I was lost in a euphoric trance while watching cumdump cd porn. I snapped out of a trance and noticed 5 guys were in the room, then 6. This night turned into guys dropping $30 to use me as a cumdump. Jess directed the action while holding my leash and voiced her approval every time a load was dumped in me. After 8 loads Jess pulled out her own bag of dope and decided I need to get nastier. She pushed another shard inside my ass and started typing something on her phone. Oh fuck yea was heard from her and she looked at me with a nasty look. Soon people began arriving one after another after another after another. Jessâ TS friend and her two guy friends came at the same time that a male and female couple arrived. Someone began playing sissy hypno porn and I bent over and enjoyed letting strangers cum in my ass. I never turned to look at them and was feeling so high and nasty. I felt something weird and understood from jessâs comments that her TS friend has brought used condoms to pour inside my asshole. She the began pushing the cum deeper in me as I inhaled poppers, and my sloppy asshole turned into an extremely loose gaping wet hole that smelled strongly like cum. I lost count but 3 hours later Jess advised 17 people have dumped cum inside me. I continued taking loads and sending strangers the address until the sun came up. Jess was so proud and happy to own me. She collected a good amount of cash and said 41 men, and two TSâ came in my ass. She plugged my hole and fed me cum from her asshole. As I was sucking on her messy sloppy farting ass, she made me spit the cum into the cup I previously spit in. She unplugged me and poured the cum in my ass and began gaping fucking me. The sounds of cumfarts and sloppy fucking turned me on so much. Jess began chatting with me and never took her cock out of me. She expressed her love of what took place and I explained to her how much I would love to start setting goals and accomplishing them. Jess advised at that very moment it was time to quit my job and dedicate my time to escorting with her. I cant express how happy and passionate I am about letting random men cum in my ass. My dream of being a sissy faggot for bareback tops is finally coming true!!
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1. Finding the Line Whenever we look back on that weekend, Iâve never been able to pinpoint exactly when we crossed the line. Jesse can never decide which chemical was one chemical too far. And Iâm certain that even Reese couldnât say where the point of no return was. But I canât deny it - we definitely crossed the line. There was definitely one drug too far, and a lot more after that. And when all the white dust settled, there was definitely no returning to how things used to be. ~~~ The weekend started in typical style, on Friday night. Jesse and Reese were fighting again. Over what, I didnât know, since Iâd got home late enough to miss the shouting match that had no doubt happened earlier. No doubt one of them or the other had slept with the wrong person or wasnât 100% sure if there had been a condom, and the other reacted as if he would never do something so heinous. Jesse and Reese were one of those typical gay couples; too slutty for monogamy, too jealous for polyamory. When I got home, I checked the trash for broken glass, but there was nothing. It probably didnât get physical this time, at least. But Iâd been living with them long enough to recognise the signs that theyâd been fighting. If they were in good moods, Jesse would be singing along to awful music as he cooked, while Reese sat on the sofa, endlessly tuning his electric guitar, headphones on and Jesseâs music thoroughly drowned out. The apartment would be smelling of garlic and something burning, and Iâd immediately lock myself up in my room and try to escape Jesseâs singing. That was no easy task. We lived in a tiny apartment in a run down area of New York. Just two bedrooms, both barely big enough for one person, let alone two, plus a cramped bathroom with perpetually grimy windows. Only the front room offered any real comfort, with just enough space for a big sofa and a desk, plus a tiny kitchen tucked away in one corner. But they definitely were not in good moods. The silence that greeted me when I arrived was enough to tell me that. As I passed Reese and Jesseâs room, I heard some rustling, then found Jesse on the sofa in the front room still in his work polo, but lacking pants, only wearing underwear. Pretending to play on his phone, he scrolled endlessly down some porn filled social media feed, no doubt. He smiled at me as I entered the room, and even winked at me. That only meant one thing - this time, it was Reese that had messed up, and Jesse was the offended party. Which meant Jesse and I would be fucking as soon as we were left alone. Maybe it makes me a shitty person, but Reese and Jesseâs relationship hitting the rocks was pretty much the best thing to happen to my sex life. Whenever one of them thought they were in the right, they would celebrate their victory by âsecretlyâ fucking about with me. Neither of them would ever involve me in one of their fights, but that didnât mean I was a No Manâs Land. Quite the opposite - I was the trump card of their relationship. One could have as much sex with me as he liked, and the other would never raise an objection, since he was doing it too. It was far from the biggest issue in their relationship, and I was more than happy with the arrangement. Even before Reese came out of their room, I had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Seeing him in his black tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over one shoulder just confirmed it. He nodded to me when he saw me, and said âIâm gonna go see the folks.â This might have been true, but it was equally possible he was going to find some barely legal to split in two. I felt a pang of jealousy - Reese had the bigger dick, and Jesse would probably want to bottom, but beggars shouldnât be choosers. âCool.â Was my only reply as I powered up the playstation. We caught each others eye for a moment, and I could tell he was thinking something along the same lines as me. He smirked, before turning to the desk and picking up a few things heâd be needing. Yep, some young thing was about to get ruined. Another pang of jealousy. Jesse didnât look up from his phone, and I loaded up some old first person shooter, more for the sake of creating some noise to fill the silence than any real desire to play a game. Reese filled up his bag, zipped it shut, and rattled his keys as he scooped them up from the desk. He turned to leave, and for a moment, I thought they werenât even going to say bye. âSee you on Sunday?â Jesse asked as Reese was about to leave. He paused in the doorway for a few seconds. âYeah.â Jesse visibly unclenched. âSee ya.â And nothing more was said. He continued walking, and I heard the sound of him pissing in the bathroom, then the opening and closing - not slamming - of the front door. Jesse and I looked at each other, and he smiled at me, sadly. ~~~ It wasnât long before things got going. Iâd played two very poor rounds of Domination while Jesse watched on, before he stood up and headed to his bedroom. âI guess he actually is going to his parents.â He said on his way back in. âHe didnât take this with him, at least.â Heâd lost his shirt, wearing only his light blue briefs now, and carried in a plastic tub that I knew all too well. The weed box. Cool. It was going to be a silly night. No way Jesse would do anything but bottom when stoned, but at least it wasnât going to be a quick, shameful fuck followed by him disappearing into his room for the rest of the weekend. We traded items - I took the weed box and Jesse took the controller. We were both awful at the game, but I could at least roll a joint. I didnât even need to watch what I was doing as I prepared it. Jesse got shot down as I took some weed from the baggie, and again as I twisted the grinder. He managed to stay alive for a while while I filled the paper with slightly stale tobacco, mostly by not going anywhere near the parts of the map where the fighting actually happened. He managed to blow himself up on his own grenade while I prepared the roach, and by the time I was sealing the joint up, heâd already given up entirely. âItâs a stupid game.â He told me. I only raised an eyebrow in response, and lit the joint. I took a short drag to test it, then a much longer one once I was sure it wouldnât make the lightweight Jesse white out, then passed it over, taking the controller back. He slid up next to me on the sofa and brought the joint up to his lips. We didnât speak for a while, but I saw his hand shaking as he smoked, so I put my hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze before my game started. He smiled at me again, happier this time, and rested his head on my shoulder and a hand on my thigh, watching me play. Every now and then, heâd take a drag, or bring the joint up to my lips so that I didnât have to wait for breaks in the game. We burnt through the joint a lot faster than we should have, and my head was spinning. Every time Jesseâs hand returned to my thigh, it was a little closer to my cock, which was slowly swelling inside my jeans. The game ended and I rolled another joint and sat it to one side, not intending to have it straight away, but Jesse had other plans. He took up the joint and lit it, taking a long drag, but he didnât exhale. Instead, he leaned in, pushed my shaggy brown hair out of my eyes, and brought his mouth to mine. If I were a smarter, less stoned man, everything that followed might have seemed obvious and avoidable, but I was taken by surprise. He exhaled the smoke into my mouth, and I breathed it into my lungs. Iâd shotgunned before, but only with Reese, not Jesse. Jesse was never normally this forward, but I wasnât about to start complaining. We broke apart so I could exhale, and he shifted position, straddling my lap. I took him by the hips, slipping my fingers under the fabric of his briefs, and pulling him into me. His dick was rock hard against my stomach, and he began grinding into me as our mouths found each other again. I brought one hand up to the back of his neck and held him in place, and shoved my tongue into his mouth, making out with him the way I knew he liked. Breaking the kiss apart again, I found the joint and took a long drag, bringing my spare hand to Jesseâs asscheek and squeezing it hard. He moaned. âYou gonna fuck me real hard?â He asked. Before I answered, I brought his mouth to mine and exhaled, letting him breathe in my smoke, then we made out a little longer. âThat depends.â I answered when we came up for air. âI think weâre out of lube. That gonna be a problem?â His only answer was to start moving off me. I grabbed his underwear with both hands, yanking them down away from him as he moved. His cock sprang out so hard that it flicked a little preum onto my arm. I took a look at him standing naked in front of me. His chest, stomach, and dick were all clean shaven - clearly Reese and Jesse had made plans for this weekend, before Reeseâs indisgression. Of the three of us, Jesseâs dick was the smallest, but it was still a decent six inches (Reese was the biggest at seven and a half, and I was somewhere in the middle, though mine was thickest). A very physical job made his body thin but lean. His balls were big, tight, and looked about ready to burst, and he had a sweet round bubble butt that I was all too happy to have sat on my face for hours, on nights when Jesse had been feeling more dominant. Not much chance of that tonight though. Jesse dropped to his knees and buried his face in my crotch. I ran one hand through his sandy blonde hair and held him in place while I smoked with the other. My cock was straining to escape at least my jeans, but for the moment, I ignored it. Instead, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head, and Jesseâs hands instantly shot up and found my nipples. I moaned, and held his head tighter as I grinded my denim covered dick into Jesseâs mouth. Taking my hand off his head, I slipped it between us and began to unbuckle my belt. Jesse instantly took over, and in one smooth movement, my jeans, underwear, and even my socks were whipped off, and we were both completely naked. His mouth engulfed my cock, pausing just a moment to clean off the precum that had built up at the tip, then sliding all the way down till his nose nestled into my pubes. I usually kept things smooth down there, but it had been a while since I tidied up, so there was a thin layer of dark brown hair giving my pale skin some colour. Jesse had destroyed his gag reflex years before the first time I felt him around my cock, and could deepthroat so well, you could be forgiven for thinking he didnât actually need to breathe, so long as he had a cock in his mouth. He worked his way up and down my 7 inches the way he knew I liked, bobbing up and down so I could feel the tip of my dick slipping in and out of his throat. One of his hands found my balls and squeezed gently. The other, to my surprise, went to my ass, fingers wiggling towards my hole. This wasnât like him at all. I took another drag and moved so that he had easier access. Instantly, he stopped sucking my dick and moved down. I felt his wet lips against my hole, and he burrowed his tongue inside. âHoly fuck, Jesse!â I practically yelled, and my cock twitched so hard it looked like it bounced off my stomach before slapping back down with a sloppy noise. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them up, so I lifted my legs and held the backs of my knees to give him better access. Iâd never known Jesse to do anything like this before, and if his tongue didnât feel so damn good inside me, maybe I would have had sense enough to put a stop to things there. Instead, I just moaned, and swore under my breath. No longer needing to hold my legs, Jesseâs hand found my cock and started gently pumping it as he kept eating out my ass. His other hand ran up my stomach, back to my nipple. It was a stretch, but he was clearly determined to do as much as possible. Once he started tweaking me again, I was like putty in his hands. My ass was feeling slicker and slicker as he filled it with his spit. He played with my dick just gently enough to tease me and keep it twitching. âI thought I was fucking you?â I asked, breathlessly, then instantly regretted it as his tongue slipped out of my hole and his hands left my body. I looked at him - all around his mouth shone with spit and he grinned at me. Still on his knees in front of me, he leaned forwards and pressed his dick against my ass, making me gasp. His fingers found my nipples and started twisting them. âOh, you will be.â He said, and even in my stoned haze, I could see something dangerous in the way that he smirked. âBut⊠You wanna have some fun, first?â âArenât we having fun already?â I asked. âSomething more fun than this.â He leaned forwards, making his cock press right up against my hole, and kissed me gently on the lips. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around him, holding him tight against me. âSomething Iâve been wanting to try for a long time.â He kissed me again, and grinded his dick against me. âSomething more fun than anything youâve done with Reese.â I raised an eyebrow. Neither of them ever acknowledged what I did with the other. âBut you have to promise youâll give it a go before I tell you what it is, okay?â He kissed me a few more times. âIs it safe?â I asked, but he just smiled at me again, and bit his lip, waiting for my answer. There was something in his eyes. I didnât know what it was, but it made my cock twitch almost as hard as his tongue had. â... Alright. Iâll give it a try. What is it?â A thought instantly occurred to me. âYouâre not fisting me. Reese already tried it and it didnât end well.â Jesse laughed, so hard that I could feel it shake through his body. Something about that laugh made me feel more sure of myself. âWell, thatâs a shame.â He told me. âBut thatâs not actually what I had in mind. You definitely promise?â I nodded. âPinky swear?â He held up his little finger, and we both laughed, before I sighed and linked my pinkie around his. âAwesome.â He leaned in and kissed me once more, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a moment, before he pulled away from me. He found the joint, stuck it in my mouth and relit it for me, then stood up and headed towards his room. âStay there, Iâll be back.â I watched his sweet little bubblebutt bounce away and decided that Iâd definitely be getting my tongue inside that before the night was through. I heard him digging about in his bedroom while I puffed on the joint. There wasnât much of it left, and a part of me was aware that Jesse had barely touched this one, but that part got quieter with each passing minute. Finally, Jesse came back into the front room, though not before going into the bathroom. His dick bounced up and down as he strided back inside and went to the desk, gesturing me to come over. I stood next to him. On the desk, he placed a mirror - the one he used to make sure the back side of his hair was as flawlessly styled as the front. On the mirror, he placed several items. An old credit card with Reeseâs name on it, a pack of normal sized rizzlers, an empty can of deodorant, a straw that had been cut up into smaller pieces, and a small plastic baggie filled with some sort of white powder. My brain didnât register what I was seeing straight away. âJesse, what is-â Jesse spun around and forced his mouth against mine, kissing me hard. One hand grabbed my dick and squeezed as he tugged at it, while the other went round to my ass, a finger finding my hole and pressing into it. I moaned into Jesseâs mouth, and brought both my hands around him to grab his perfect asscheeks. The same part of my brain that had tracked the amount I smoked was speaking up again. Drugs. And not just weed, proper bad drugs, like cocaine or something. But my cock was rock hard in Jesseâs hand, and his ass was warm and soft under mine. He broke the kiss. âRemember, you promised to try.â He said, and smirked that dangerous smirk again. I nodded my ascent. âWatch what I do.â He let go of me and turned around. I stood right behind him, pressing my dick into his ass, which he pushed gently into me. I rested my head on his shoulder and watched, as he placed the baggie in the center of the mirror. Rolling the deodorant can over it, he crushed whatever it was into an even finer powder, then placed the can to one side. He opened up the bag and brought it to his nose, sniffing as if it were a glass of wine. He passed it under my nose and, as I sniffed, pressed his ass even harder into my dick. The smell was weird, like nothing Iâd encountered before. âIndustrial chemicalâ was the only term I could think to describe it, and that didnât fill me with confidence. But right then, all I could think about was how good my cock felt between Jesseâs cheeks. It was about to feel a lot better. Jesse upended the baggie on the mirror, tipping out the powder into a little mound. He shook the baggie, making sure to get every speck out, then placed the empty bag next to the can. Next, he took the credit card and used it to separate out a small piece of the powder, dragging it closer to the edge of the mirror nearest us. There was a crunching sound as he pressed the card down against the little pile, crushing the largest bits that the can had missed, then he separated it out into two lines. Bucking his hips against me, he got me to move back a little as he leaned forwards, taking up a straw and bringing his face close to the mirror. It would have been so easy to slip my dick inside his hole right then and there, even without lube, but I resisted the temptation. I heard a sniff, then he shot back up to standing again, with a wordless yelp. Instantly, he spun round and we were kissing again. He held my dick in one hand while grinding against me, suddenly feeling like he was moving much faster. He moaned and kissed down my neck, before pulling away again. âFuck, that feels wild.â He said, rubbing at his nose. He stepped away and nudged me towards the mirror, holding up the straw piece. âYour turn.â I took it from him, and felt him move so that our positions were reversed. Now his dick was pressing into my ass. I looked down at the white line on the mirror, then turned to look at Jesse. He just kissed me on the cheek then nodded towards it again. I sighed. âOkay, what the hell.â And with that, I bent down, put the straw in one nostril while pinching the other closed, and snorted up the line. Toby: Jesse: Reese:
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dude this is so weird cause i was never into butt sex, i always thought it was just for fags.. but ever since my best bro helped me try meth, i noticed my butthole just keeps feeling suddenly wet and kinda looser.. I've known for a minute that this shit might be taking me over and messing up my mind, but as I started reading these messages I've been sending all my buddies, I started to really understand what happened.. dude when I smoke meth, it;'s so fuckin awesome, my butthole even tingles some and i kinda am getting obsessed with it, wanting to tell everybody about how it seems like my butthole is just getting looser and wet, even like, family, I feel like they need to know.. i know it's crazy, but bro meth is so awesome, do you wanna try it? will you show me your butthole if I get you high too, dude, I just fuckin love holes now, not like I'm gay but.. because i can't stop telling people and touching it, like rubbing my butthole's puffy lips and feeling it open up and, i think i need to put stuff inside it, i've never felt this, it's kinda insane - yesterday this football player lookin dude walked by me in the park while i hand my hand in my sweat shorts just touching my butthole. and when he looked at me for some reason i just put my legs up and asked him if he wanted to touch my pig hole too.. fucking crazy dude, but i guess i'm totally an actual fag now cause he just slid his big hard cock right in me and I just moaned, and when he said he was gonna nut in my fuckin butthole I didn't even try to stop him.. so have y'all ever like, heard of this bros? cause now you know i'm a faggot piggy boy, i mean, whoa, i don't know what, oinkkkk, dude, please put your cocks in me too, cum in me, i fucking need it oink.. i was a little worried that maybe id gone too far and this was all just the meth, but dude i fuckin love the meth, i don't think ill stop no matter what it makes me do.. i even started just shoving fat shards up my hole now and the more i'm oinking at dudes the more i just wanted to get higher, and dude, I never realized it but nothing tastes better than slurping on their sweaty buttholes and rubbing them all over my face, I just kinda feel like I have to, i can't believe I just literally suck on their holes for hours and I fuckin just love it so now my piggy faggot butthole is just like dripping constantly and i couldn't stop it, it tastes so good bruh, oink, it gets so slimy, so i tasted it and bro it's so fuckin good i just keep scooping out more, you can try it too, check this out, OINK BRO, fuck yeah, I basically just rub my hole all day and suck the slime off my fingers when i realized i was just letting these random dudes come in my apartment and slide their fucking dicks in me dude constantly, like big fucking cocks and i was so high i just laid there gooned out and thanking them for stretching out my ever looser pig hole, I suddenly realized my whole life was meant for me to turn into this cock-worshipping pig faggot cumdump, and I couldn't stop myself from messaging everyone I knew, even my old frat mates from college, straight and married didn't even matter i didn't realize they'd all been filming me too, breeding my pig faggot hole while oinked mindlessly and begged them to make my hole theirs, until my dad FaceTimed me all concerned and said he needed to talk with me about a video his coworker sent him.. but he hadn't even finished the sentence when i realized i was already on my back actually showing my fuckin dad my puffy sticky pig faggot butthole and begging him to breed me just like all everyone else does - surprisingly he just kinda stared blankly for a moment then got noticeably sweaty as he said he would just come over.. dad probably never really expected his first son to turn into a mindless pervy piggy cumdump for any and all cocks but i could never fucking stop now, now I know i was born to be a total fucking pig faggot and lick dude buttholes all day long, thank Sarah Palin for giving me my true purpose, FUCK YEAH METH BROS - but dad feeling the same way, fuck yeah, oink, I can't believe I hadn't been sliding my hole down the thick fuckin pig dick that made me my whole life, dad was this hot fucking faggot dad too and now I was so proud to give him my hole, fuckin awesome I kinda thought my brothers would feel weird about me sending them snapchats of me begging our dad to fill my pig faggot butthole full of his toxic poz cum - they didn't even know i was a faggot yet and here i was showing them how dad and me were both pozzed up pig faggots . but dad had agreed they needed to find out and i could tell by the looks in their eyes when they replied that my brothers were actually realizing they'd always secretly wanted to turn into junkie pig fags and cock slaves too, and I knew I better have dad bring home another bag of fat shards.. snapchat dinged again, with their buttholes already out and going, bro, check out how wet my butthole is suddenly, this is crazy, oinkk so now that all of our lives are totally focused on our wet loose pig holes and letting literally any dude any place any time shove their raw cocks in us, i don't have to worry nearly as much, I actually feel fuckin better than ever, being real family. and swallowing down all my brothers' piss out of their shrinking piggy tweaker dicks keeps me so spun out of my mind i don't even care who finds out what a fucked up pig faggot toilet i am now, i kind of want them all to know actually.. cause the more I tell them, the more I still get surprised how they already know, id never guessed how many of them would start breeding me too.. but now there's a new secret I feel building inside me and I'm not sure I can even tell you, but OINKKKK, fuck yeah, bro, I gotta tell you.. just hold on a minute, I kinda gotta let this out..- 10 replies
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Thomas was a 21 year old college student, straight, brown eyes, brown hair, at 6âfoot and a tone build and a great dick that was 9 inches hard and a tight ass, he was ladies man. He liked to party with his friends, a little T here and there, and a little coke. Thomas liked to tease his next door neighbor, Barney, who at age 53, balding and over weight, would jerk off to Thomas showing off his naked body with the curtains open. Barney would love to get his dick Into Thomasâs ass, but couldnât figure out how. Thomas would say to him. âYou wish you could fuck my ass, but the best Iâll do his give you a peep show.â Barney had been wanting Thomas since he was 18, and when Thomas caught brim jerking off to him, while watching him fuck his then girlfriend, Linda. Thomas decided to not tell his parents, but give him a show every night, he felt sorry for the old man since his partner had died. Barney knew that Thomas liked to pnp with his friends, fucking girls while high. It was a great feeling. So Barney set up a trap to get Thomas in bed, and finally get his dick into that tight ass. Planning a pnp was easy, Barney knew that Thomasâs parents were going away on vacation, Barney told Thomas this was his way of saying âthank youâ, for making an old man happy. Thomas was surprised and said âThank you, Barney.â Once Saturday night came, Thomas was ready for action, and so was Barney. âWhere are the the girls?â Thomas asked. âTheyâll be here within the hourâ âyou want some T?â Barney new Thomas would, taking a hit from the pipe. Then passing it back to Barney, who also took a hit. âCome here, Thomas, I wanted to show you something.â Thomas took a few more hits of T and followed Barney into a room that had a sling in it. âHave you ever had sex in a sling?â Barney asked. âNoâ Thomas said, checking it out. Seeing that there was rope to tie wrists and feet. âThatâs going to be so hot.â Thomas said. Barney, under his breath âIt sure will be.â âI have some coke, if you want to have a bump.â It actually was ketamine, it would hopefully, bring Thomas down from his high from the meth, and get him to fall asleep. Thomas took three bumps, feeling tired, Barney led him to the sling, and started to take off Thomasâs clothes, till he was naked, then tied his wrists and ankles up. With Thomas out like a light, Barney got undressed himself, grabbed poppers, and placed it under Thomasâs nose, to get him semi awake. âYouâre awake, I see.â âThere arenât going to be any girls coming.â âBut Iâll be cumming in that tight ass of yours.â âTeasing me for all these years, now itâs time to stop and give me what I want, what I deserve.â With that, Barney shoved his dick into poor Thomasâs mouth, and being that he couldnât move to free himself, he sucked on Barneyâs hard cock. âTeasing little slut you are.â âKeep sucking on daddyâs cock, until you have it all nice and wet.â Barney finally took his dick out of the young manâs mouth. Barney began eating out his ass, opening Thomasâs tight hole. âThatâs nice a lose, daddy is going to give you what every tease deserves.â With that Barney pushed his 7inch hard cock into Thomasâs now non virgin ass. âPlease stop Barney.â The young man begged. âNoâ Barney said with his thrusting in and out of Thomasâs ass. Thomas felt Barney starting to cum in him. âAhhhâ Barney said as he felt his dick twitching inside the young manâs ass, with his loads now deep inside Thomas, Barney decided to leave him tied up in the sling. âThomas, you are no longer a teasing little bitch.â âYouâre my bitch now.â âAnd I did invite some friends over to unload inside you.â With that Barney had invited four friends over, who were all over the age 50, giving Thomas T while they would hold the pipe and fuck him until they dropped their loads in him. Barney would blackmail Thomas into being a cumdump. Barney had also recorded their encounter, along with the four other guys. Who all would take turns fucking and cumming inside him.
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TRUE STORY! 4 years after 9/11 i went with a friend on a vacation to New York City. I was 22 & he was 21 (Let's call him DB.) and we knew each other from clubbing in Amsterdam. Because we lived close together an about 100km from Amsterdam we started to go out clubbing together. He comes from rich family so we always drove there in his BMW. After closing time we went to the Thermos Sauna to see if we could find (seperate) a hot fuck. He looked very hot naked. He was blond and had a slim slightly athletic hairless body; a real twink. I was build a bit bigger, but an athletic/muscular body due to my Judo training 4 times per week. There was a sexual tention between us but we never acted upon it. We arrived at JFK airport on 4 July. The cab ride was hell but we could look forward to the fireworks show that evening. Those 2 weeks we did almost everything together but also had some evenings/night where we did our own things. That evening he planned a sex date in our hotel room so i went out. Because i also wanted sex i went to a Cruising Bar/Club (I thought it was called Tandem). At the entrance i payed for a locker and went inside. I put all my stuff in the locker and put the towel around my waist. While walking around i saw enough hot young guys but the most guys were older than 35. After a hour or so i had eye contact with one of the hottest black guys i ever seen. He had a ripped body, his body covered with tattoos, a big smile with blinding white teeth, and something big under his towel. I walk passed him and maintained our eye contact. A little bit further i stopped to lean against the wall. I looked at him to see what he will do. After a few minutes he started moving and walked straight passed me. But then he stopped, turned around and openend his towel wide and said: "If you think you can handle all of this then follow me". He turned around and walked on with me following close. We came at 'his' room, he unlocked the door and we walked in. He dropped his towel and i did the same. "Where are you from?" he asked. I answered "The Netherlands. I'm Dutch". He answered with "Never fuck a Dutch boy" and started to laugh. He asked me if i wanted a drink. I nodded. He said "It's laced with some G". My reaction was "Perfect! That always makes me horny and relax". He started stroking his semi soft black cock while i was drinking. "YEAH! Drink it all. I want you high and loose" he said. I could see that he was getting turned on because his cock started to grow longer and thicker. "Suck me" je ordered. So i went down on my knees and took his huge cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and started pushing his not full erect cock inside. I'm very good in deep throating but this cock made me gag. My gag reflex tried to push me off his cock but he held my head in place and after ever gag reflex my throat relaxed for a second or two. As soon as it relaxed he pushed in deeper. Big amounts of saliva started drooling from the sides of my mouth. After 2/3 of his cock in my throat the reflex stopped which made it easier to breath thru my nose. He kept his dick inside and moved his hands to my nipples. He began to twist and pinch them which made me horny as hell. "Now do mine!" he ordered. I put my hands up and try to feel my way to them. When i found them i mirrored what he was doing. He started to grunt and i felt his cock swell up in my throat. A warm feeling went down my throat. After a minute he pulled out. "Did you come?" i asked. "Sort of" he replied. "I have loads of micro orgasms that make me ooze cum. I can cum a large amount before finally blasting the mother load!" and begins to laugh. I stand up and we started kissing. He stops kissing me and asks "Not many can handle my thick 11" cock. Why do you think that you can take mine?". "I'm playing with toys since i was 16 and i took my first fist at 18 and both hands at 21" i answered. His eyes lightened up and he said that he wanted to fist me with the cum in my ass afterwards. "No condom?" i asked surprise. "Look at it... no condom fits" he said. He saw me hesitating so he asked me if i really wanted to pass up the opportunity being fucked by an enormous black cock, but he could understand and respect my choice if i did. But he had me; i couldn't pass this up. I asked if he maybe had some K (ketamine) too relax my ass better. He answered "No" but added that he had something beter called T. In 2004 no one had even heard of Meth in The Netherlands, so i assumed that T was similar to K. I climbed in the sling and he strapped my legs up. He lubed up my ass before shoving a shard up my ass and pushing it in he then pulled out and shoved another shard in my ass. He then started to work his fingers in my ass. One quickly became two and after several minutes he had three inside me. "Your hole is already very loose" he said while massaging the melted shards inside my ass. "It burns" i said. "That will subside quickly" he replied. And within 5 minutes it went over in to a warm glow that started spreading thru my body. I was horny as hell and i pleaded with him to work my ass harder and deeper. He pulled out his fingers. My ass felt so empty that i begged him to put them back. But he had something better. He began to push his huge cock inside me. Slowly he sank deeper until he couldn't go deeper. He was stuck on 2" but determined to go balls deep. So he gave me poppers and inhaled several times very deep. My ass began to relax. He then grabbed my nipples and began twisting and pinching them again. I reached out and did the same with his nipples, before he could say anything. He began to grunt and i started moaning. I started to feel his warm cum oozing inside me. Slowly my second sphincter gave way. I yelped when the head of his cock slid past it. He then rammed his cock as deep as he could. He then nearly pulled out completely and slid his cock back in me. And rammed the last few inches thru my second sphincter. I gave a yell because of the pain. "Take some more poppers" he said. While i took deep hits he pulled out his cock and as soon as i was flying high he rammed his whole cock balls deep inside me. With every stroke he started to speed up. He piston fucked me for at least 25 minutes. He was drenched in sweat. My hole was foaming from all the cum he was oozing. His grunts became louder before slamming his cock deep inside me. I felt how his cock pulsated in my ass. Every pulse was stream of cum. It felt as an endless stream that was filling me up. He pulled out and i felt the cum gushing out of my ass. He quickly pressed his fist against my hole to stop it. I knew right away what he wanted. I took the poppers and begin to take deep hits while he started to work his fist in my ass by rotating. After about 8 hits i was flying high. I wanted his fist so bad that i pushed out as hard as i can while he pushed back. Then i relaxed again and i felt how my ass sucked his fist inside. He fisted me for at least 30 minutes before he starting to punch fuck me with his fist non-stop for 10 minutes. As he pulled out my ass remained open. Then we kissed. [ I never asked him for his status otherwise i would have know that he was poz and that he loaded me up with enough toxic cum to poz me three times over! ] MORE TO COME...
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PART 1 i was 21 when i got pozzed. i happened during a vacation in the USA. i was visiting NYC with a friend of mine. one evening i decided to go to a bathhouse i ended up in a cruising club. there were only a handful guys my age. most guys were around 35 - 40. after 30 minutes walking around in my towel i got eye contact with a hot ripped black dude. he started following me so i decided to drop my towel so he could see my ass. he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. he asked my where i came from because i didn't look American. i told him that i came from amsterdam. we talked some more. he asked me if i wanted to go to his cabin; i said yes. In his cabin he also dropped his towel and i was amazed by his enormous dick dangling. i asked how big it was and he told me it was 11.5 inch when it was hard. he asked me if i could take something that big in my ass. i said i never had a cock that big but that i already played several years with some big and long dildo's. i started to lick and suck his cock that started to grow and began to ooze precum. He turned me around and made my hole wet. Then he put his finger in a bag, when it came out it was covered in some white powder. he said that it would relax me more. he stuck his finger up my ass and start moving around. My ass started to burn. but he told me that the burning feeling will go a way. i was laying flat on my stomach legs spread while he lube up my ass and started to shove more fingers in my ass. a stranger feeling started to come over me. i was getting hot and became super horny. i started to push my ass up so i could feel his fingers deeper. he stopped and started to mount me. i felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my sphincter. he then said to me: "listen, i'm not wearing a condom because my cock is to big. and even if they would fit i don't use them. hate the feeling. you can leave now if you don't like it...". until that moment i only fucked bare with close friends. but i was so horny that i replied with "fuck me". he grabbed my shoulders and thrust his hips forward. my ass gave way for his huge cock. my ass was used to big dildo's but didn't prepare me for his black rod. i wanted to scream but he placed his hand over my mouth. he shove his dick deeper in side me. only the last 2 inch didn't go in. so he grab some poppers and held it under my nose. "inhale deep" he said. "more". after i inhaled deep he told me to hold my breath, but after 10 seconds i wanted to exhale via my nose, but before i knew he held my nose shut with the other hand. i started to struggle but i was pinned down. he was suffocating me. i saw stars and started to blackout. He took away his hand. at the same time i gasped for air he pushed his hips forward. my second sphincter gave way and he sank his whole length in my ass. the feeling was so intense that i could only moan softly. my body was shivering. after a few minutes i felt his cock slowly retracting. he grab his bag again, so i turned my head and saw that he was putting a good amount on the tip of his cock. then i felt how he shoved his cock deep in me. "in a few minutes you will meet Tina again and this time she will make you go wild". i had no idea what he meant and i didn't care. he had me in his power. then i felt a rush going trough me. i became warm. he saw me grabbing my hair and knew that the Tina did his job. he grab my wrists and put them above my head. his hips start to move. slowly he took out his cock a bit and plunged it back in my ass. with each stroke he pulled out more of his BBC. His strokes became longer and faster. then he said "your ass is great i can't hold back my first load much longer. do you want me to cum?". i replied with a loud moan. "you want me to keep fucking?" he asked. again i replied with a loud moan. "if you want me to cumfuck you... then tell me that you wanted it." he said. "do you want my cum?" he asked. I moaned back "yes". "Inside you?".... "Yessss. come inside me!". "No matter what?"... "Noooo... i want all!". "are you sure?! i will knock you up... merge my DNA with yours"... "My ass is yours... make it yours". Then he started to grunt. "I'm cumming" he shouted. he plunged his dick deep in my ass. i felt the cum shooting out. he waited a few seconds and started fucking me again. "I'm still coming... do you feel my toxic cum breeding you?". i heard him say 'toxic' but i was to high to process what he said. "Breed your bitch!" i moaned. MORE TO CUM!
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I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]
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This story is based on true events that have happened to me... As I entered the hotel room Master Rob was already there waiting for me. He had already set up the sling that I would later be tied into. And on a table next to the sling was several toys and devices. Our agreement was that I would allow him to share me with a group of his friends and he'd provide all the party favors for the night. Master Rob told me to get undressed. I quickly compiled eager to start the play session. Once I was naked in front of him he pulls out a pipe and shows me the huge shards of the substance that would soon be in my body taking away my will and making me beg to be used. He looked at me with an evil grin and said, "you're about to become the perfect slut for me". He knew that while I was nervous, I wanted nothing more than to be transformed into a slut, used like an object for the pleasure of men. Master Rob then held the pipe to my lips and as he started to heat the bowl of Meth. He told me to breath in deeply then exhale slowly. The puffy white smoke filled my lungs, and with each exhale a fluffy cloud came out. I could feel the drug taking its affect on me and at the same time I felt my will leaving me. Master Rob seeing the drug working on me grinned in satisfaction. "Ok, now it's time to clean you out and prepare you for the guests" said Master Rob He the took me into the bathroom where he had installed a shower shot nozzle in the shower. He then put a small amount of lube on the nozzle and after adjusting the water flow inserted it deep into me. I could feel the pressure build inside of me. As it increased Master Rob massaged my stomach. The sensation of his touch combined with the drugs was causing my cock to leak pre cum and I was getting hornier by the minute. After a few minutes of cleaning out Master Rob took me back to the bedroom. I was getting very anxious knowing that it wouldn't be long before I was having loads of cum pumped into my cunt. Master Rob pulled out a pair of leather anklets and had me put them on. The feel of the leather was so sexy. Once I had them on each ankle he directed me into the sling. He adjusted my position so that my ass hung over the edge of the leather sling allowing easy access to any top that would want to use me. Master Rob then clipped a spreader bar to my ankles and using a pulley on the sling stand pulled my legs up with a small rope. He then patted my ass and smiled at me. My mind was racing as I laid in the sling. Then Master Rob walked around to my head. He could see I was still spinning a little. He put a collar on my neck that attached to the sling. It's purpose was to immobilize me thus making me helpless. There, now we're getting somewhere, said Master Rob. The guests will start arriving in about ten minutes, we need to get you spun up and ready to please them, said Master Rob. With that he again put the pipe to my lips and heated the bowl. Like before he told me to breathe in the white smoke then slowly exhale. After several big hits I was flying high. But Master Rob wanted me completely tweeked. He also knew that with each hit all I could do was get hornier and hornier. Master Rob seeing in my eyes that my control had totally been taken away moved back to my ass. I was moaning and could feel my ass hole twitching. I begged Master Rob to put something, anything into my ass. But he laughed at me and said patience slave your ass will get plenty of use in due time. Then I felt Master Rob sliding a hose deep into my ass. I loved the sensation of something going into me. Then he started pumping a lever and filling my ass with a thick lube. The Meth was really kicking in at this point all I could think about as I laid there being prepared for use was how much I wanted it, how much I wanted to be used, to be a cum receptacle. Then I felt Master Rob putting a leather cock ring around my cock and balls. I started to breathe fast as the sensation of my cock and balls in bondage came over me. I was leaking precum a lot and Master Rob liked it. Then as I laid there moaning, touching my hyper sensitive balls and cock Master Rob placed a bottle of strong poppers under my nose and told me to inhale and exhale slowly. After a few huffs of the poppers I was floating and relaxed. It was then that Master Rob started to slide a thick dildo into my ass. I started to shudder with pleasure and thanked Master Rob for putting something in me. It felt incredible. The dildo was huge. Master Rob knew I was an experienced bottom who could start big. The dildo Master was using was 14 inches long and as fat as a coke can. I soon felt it reach my second sphincter. Master held it there with a firm pressure. Then he made me huff the poppers again and within seconds of huffing on the poppers Master Rob pushed the 14 inch dildo home. I was in ecstasy. It felt so deep and stretched my pussy so wide. Then even though I thought I couldn't take anything else up my ass Master Rob popped an egg vibrator into me. He Used his fingers to position the egg right onto my prostate. Once there he turned it on, it sent shivers throughout my body. Between the dildo, the vibrator and the Meth and poppers I was totally under his control now. All I wanted was cock in me, toys in me fists anything that would open me up. My eyes were rolling back in my head from pleasure. Then the doorbell rang. I knew the night was just getting started.
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True story. I had done lots of drugs as a teenager in the 70's. I was not sexually active at the time. I had never mixed the two until the age of 55. My boss is a Dominant Alpha Male. Straight, but never minded getting a blowjob from a fag. He knows that queers love giving head, unlike women, who only do it as an obligation. Meth is one drug I had never done. He was bothered by the fact that I was a Meth virgin. I begged him to get me high, I knew I wanted to try it. He gave in, even though I was his employee, I told him I could handle mixing the fact that I worked for him and I was going to become his submissive. I soon learned, Man was I missing out. He introduced me to the highs of blowing clouds. I took to it every fast. It felt good. He would never let me do it alone. Only with him, and He had to be in charge, like he was everywhere in his life. I gladly let him control me. When he would hold that pipe up to my mouth and tell me to "hit it". "hold it in" and I could only exhale when he said I could. I quickly submerged myself in his power over me. I found myself begging him to get me addicted to meth. I wanted to feel this way 24/7 365. He obliged and saw to it that I became a meth pig for him, since he found I gave him much better head if I was tweaked. I gladly gave up my previous life, shunned all of those people who were in it, so I could focus only on him. That was what he wanted and all I wanted was what he wanted me to do. The first time was so spectacular. I must have had 7 or 8 hits off that bowl. He then decided I needed to try something else. He pulled out the crack and the crack pipe. I was not afraid. In a weird way I had total trust in him from the start. He was a long time smoker and he knew the limits and the signs of distress. I would walk in front of a bus, or take a bullet for him. I trust him that much. I puffed on that crack pipe for at least 5 minutes. To some that may seem tame, but, remember all these drugs were new to my system and my brain and my heart. After those hits I was flying high. Very high. He grabbed me by the back of my head pulling hard on my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. He pulled down his pants only to expose his cock and his nut sac. While holding onto my head with his cock down my throat he dragged me to his sofa me scrambling to crawl on my knees as he yanked my whole body to where he wanted to be. Sitting down he took me by the ears and forced my head all the way up his dick and then pushed my face down so that his pubic hairs were in my eye. He got faster and faster not giving me time to breathe. He said that my breath was not important, only pleasuring his cock was important. I had to agree and said so. I know how to treat a meth pig. You ARE a meth pig. In one night I have turned you from a respectable man to nothing but a meth pig faggot. He pulled my head up so I could verbally agree with him. I said yes Boss. I also took advantage of this time to get my breath. I was getting so turned on by his dominance, but my pleasure was not important and I could do nothing about that. He was not the reciprocating type. In fact he made me stop touching myself and told me I had to do that in some dark corner away from him where faggots go to jerk off their dicks. He told me to concentrate on pleasing him, which I did from here on out. My jaw was getting sore and my mouth was dry. I tried to reach for my glass of water. He took it out of my hand, and demanded "Open" referring to my mouth. He then spit directly into my mouth and said, drink that. When he saw that I swallowed that so enthusiastically, he pulled me head back again and let a slow spiral of spit leave his mouth and land directly on my tongue. Good catch little faggot , he said. You are going to take all my fluids before this night is over. Since he was standing now and I am short with short legs, he was towering over me. He had to literally lift me up so my mouth could again reach his cock which was very hard now from all this toughness. Mine was too, but it would have to wait. Putting his right hand on the back of my head and his left hand around my throat he plunged his cock down my throat. Stick out that tongue you dumb homo. As I did it just went down my throat and felt like it was in my lungs. He said I love to feel my own cock going into your fag face hole, I can feel it from the outside. As he face fucked me with wild abandon, he paid no attention to my gagging. It didnt matter to either one of us. He just relentlessly pumped my face and I got in breaths where I could. He pushed my back to the sofa so that my head was resting on the front of the cushion. There was no where for me to go. He held my arms by the wrist and fucked my face faster and harder than anyone ever had before. I relaxed and enjoyed the turbulence of his fucking. I do not remember ever being this dominated down my throat and being so relaxed as to enjoy every minute. He stopped all of a sudden. I saw him reach for the meth pipe. As he filled the pipe, he asked me, Do you like being used as nothing but a face hole for my straight dick , you fucking faggot. I love that dominant verbal talk and I had an opportunity this time to speak without anything down my throat. I replied Yes Boss. I like being your meth pig, please feed me some more meth, then please feed me more of your huge cock, then please allow my open mouth and esophagus to be a receptacle for your straight fluids. Please let me feel more of your power as you rape my willing face hole, Sir. Please. He said I like it when you beg to be raped. I like to hear you want to be my meth pig. Your life is so fucked up now. You cant escape my dominance. Somehow I know you never want to leave, and I never have to worry about you going anywhere. I replied I belong to you from now until forever. Or until you decide you are done with me. You see Boss I l know all of this is your decision, your way, your choice. I have no say and I dont want any say. Good faggot boy you know I could be done with you tonight and I could throw your ass out onto the street if I choose. Yes Boss I am aware and what you say, goes. Period. He then shoved that pipe into my mouth and lit that torch. I love the sound of that torch. It makes a distinct sound that only means one thing. METH. Fuck Yeah. I sat patiently on the floor with my head against the sofa as he twirled the pipe back and forth in my mouth. We both watched as the rock turned to liquid and the smoke swirled inside the round bowl. That sight alone has made me blow a load in the past without even touching myself. My mouth on one end and my Dom on the other end directing me when to breathe and when to hold it in. Before I took that first big hit, pulled the pipe away and said beg for it faggot. I pleaded like my life depended on it. Making sure to acknowledge that he is the reason for my ability to breathe in his presence. His permission to do the simplest thing such as taking in air into my lungs. Things we all take for granted now must be acknowledged that He owns every part of my life, even how my body works. He then put that pipe back into my mouth, as he lit the torch again to make sure everything was melted and about to enter my body. At this point I was SO starved for that smoke, for that sweet smell of meth, that I started to precum in my jeans. The wet spot was right below where he was standing and it was impossible for me to hide it. He looked down and started laughing. Wow, he said, what excites you more faggot the meth or my cock. Right now Boss, I am longing for those methamphetamines to enter my raspatory system, be absorbed into my lung tissue and enter my blood stream. You giving me that woozy feeling of being high and knowing I belong to you because no one else will ever have right to own my lungs like you do Boss. Faggot, he said, you are one fucked up queer and I am glad I was the one to corrupt you into being such a pig for me. I am the best there is and you know it, now HIT that goddamn bowl motherfucker. I took one long slow draw, as he squeezed my nostrils together allowing for nothing but Meth smoke to enter me. Keep going , keep going, dont stop, not yet. dont stop faggot until I tell you to, keep going. little bit more, little bit more. It all inside you now, the whole rock has been transformed into my control, my smoke that I give to you. He continued to hold my nose. Keep it in,, dont let it out, not yet, keep holding, keep holding, you can do it. I have taught you well my little faggot. Yes MY faggot, 10 more seconds. My lung were so full and I wanted to push it out very badly. More than that I wanted to make him happy, to show him that I could be the best meth smoking pig he had ever met. OK you blow it out, I think there will be nothing left to exhale, I am sure all of it has been left in your faggot lungs. I still had a little more I could take., He smiled and said Oh you want to hold on longer. I am impressed. Look at the meth pig you are, the meth pig I have made. I made you, you are my property. You have no voice except to agree and do my bidding in this new life I have made for you. Finally I exhaled. It felt such relief. A rush like I had never had before. My head was spinning and I was floating on that swirling smoke that entered the room. Not much of it, but, what there was I was tripping on those clouds. I looked and saw him grinning an evil grin. You smoke like a pro, fag. You ready? Open. Open. Once again I was pinned down by my wrists, with his now gargantuan cock sliding in and out of my open willing accepting mouth hole. He was pumping me with a feverish rhythm, I could feel his balls hitting my chin. I should have shaved before, my beard was too long. His cock was getting caught up in my beard every time he pulled out. Hey fag, he shouted. trim that beard or I will punch the fuck out of you. Say yes Boss. Say it right now with my cock in your throat. I managed to get out Yeth when he pumped out, then he shoved it back in. When he pulled out again I got out Both. He started laughing. You did what I said, you just sounded like a dumb faggot doing it. Oh Wait, You ARE a dumb faggot. Then he stopped laughing and concentrated on fucking my face. In and Out In and Out. He went on like this for another 30 minutes. Slowing down if he got too close. Then back to the feverish pump. I was SO high I barely knew where I was. The only thing I could see was a photo of him with his girlfriend. I keep my gaze on that photo, it grounded me. How long can you go you queer? He pulled out so I could answer. As long as it takes you, whenever is your choice, I have no say, you do Boss, as I admitted calmly but completely horned out. He could tell I was loving every minute of this treatment. I dont want this to end Sir. Good answer cock sucking faggot he said with a half laugh. You ready for the blow up? Fuck Yeah please Boss I replied. I could feel his cock get bigger as he continued to plow my the back of my throat and into my chest. I felt his balls pull back as he put his hand on the back of my head pinned against the sofa. Pulling my hair towards him his cock felt like it was into my stomach. He leaned over frozen pushing very hard with his hips against my head, while he pushed my head towards his bush. I was trapped between his groin and his big manly hand as the semen shot into my throat. It tasted very good. I was hoping it would be as sweet smelling as his crotch was, and it was. I can smell that smell right now as I am sitting here. His whole body shook, having spasms and thrusting more even after the cum was drained from his beautiful masculine dick. He started to pull out, and as he did I took my hands on his ass cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. More semen spilled out and slid down my willing throat. He laughed, You cant get enough of my Alpha cum. can you? You want more and more. Yes I do Boss. Well I'm out of cum but you are going to swallow this. He assumed the same position only this time he held my nose. Take my piss you dirty meth pig whore. I could feel the start of his warm stream slowly flow from the back of my throat down down my esophagus. He pulled out a little so his piss would hit my taste buds on my tongue. Do you like how that tasted dirty pig? I nodded yes. I had to control the piss coming in my mouth. I did not want to drown. I knew how to swallow whole bladders by breathing right and making my tongue slow down the stream. Otherwise it would come back out my mouth and HE would not like his piss dripping on his body. Piss is for faggots like you, I heard him say. Once he was done he shook his cock while it was still in my mouth. Jerking to get every last drop for me. He then pulled out grabbed me by the back of the head and spit right into my eye. I knew to leave it there, I would slurp that up after he left. I looked up to see a mix of pleasure and contempt. He would never say thank you that was good. Just the fact that I was lucky enough to take his fluids was my thank you. I said it for the both of us. Thank you Boss. That was the best blowjob I have ever given. He laughed and said nothing as he pulled up his pants. Don't count on that happening again. If I want to rape you I will, and If I never do again you will remember this and compare all others to me and they will never stack up. Damn I am the best. You know faggot you know more than I ever thought you would. I think I will keep you around, you can do everything for me so I don't have to lift a finger. Maybe, if you are lucky, I will shoot my seed into your eager mouth again. However remember if you ask you'll never get it. I am in charge and if need a faggot to use you will be at the top of my list of meth pigs. Wow Thank you Boss. That was the best compliment you could ever say to me.. I know homo I know. Now get the fuck out of my office and go clean something. or do whatever it is that faggots like you do. I dont really care , just get out of sight for now. You are dismissed. Stay where I can see you on my cameras. With that I left the office the happiest I have ever been with cum in my hair , cum on my eye so it is stuck shut and the smell of his balls on my beard. The only place that I could get some privacy was in the kitchen walk in pantry. I went there and blew my own load in a record 2 minutes I was so worked up and turned on thinking of the Dominant I have in my life, knowing that my submissive meth pig will be treated the way it should. Hells Yeah
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I'd been fucking with Zac on and off for a while. I went to his place a couple of times a month. We had some beers, shared some spliff, and got down to business. We're both versatile, so roles usually got swapped and mixed up. Now and then, we sorted a roleplay, which was fun but a bit forced. At the time, I'm mid 40s, slim, fit, but I'm not impressively built or endowed. Zac (short for Isaac) is 30s, beefy and equipped with an almost clichéd Big Black Cock. I'd spend many sessions learning to take him deep in my throat, and it took a while before it stopped hurting when he fucked me. We set up a session, and I arrived as usual. I was playing sub whore, so got naked and sat in the floor while he sorted drinks. He came into the room and handed me a beer, "I've got something special sorted for tonight." He sits in front of me on the sofa, fully clothed with his legs spread wide. Reaching over, he opened a box and took out a pipe. After taking a tug on it, he passed it to me and played the lighter over the bowl while I sucked. We'd usually had spliffs before, but this was different. Suddenly, the only thing I could see was the lump in his jeans. I leant down and rubbed my face in his musky groin. He stroked my shaved head. "That's right." My head was swimming as I felt his cock growing under the denim. After a while, he tapped my shoulder and I looked up to see him offering me the pipe again. I took it, and the lighter, pulling on the pipe watching him take off his t-shirt. When he took back the pipe, I went back to mashing my face in his groin. "Yeah, you need my cock Boi." All I could manage was "Mmmm..." He leant back and I reached up to feel his nipples. I rubbed my face across his legs and crotch until the effect of the pipe wore off a bit. He lifted my head to look at him. "We can carry on, or you can say 'no'." I was confused - I'd expected something new when I arrived and didn't really know why he was offering me an out. I was looking from him to the pipe, and I'm sure I was drooling. All I could think was I was going home empty and unfulfilled. "You want more?" "Yes. What we having?" He handed me the pipe, "Just smoke it. You love it." I sucked hard until he pulled the pipe away from me. I fell hard into his lap and he rubbed his hand over my back. "Good. You're gonna be wrecked, you know that?" I nodded, rubbing all my head over his groin. I lifted my head and sat back on my heels, taking a deep swig on my beer. He leant forward and put his blindfold over my eyes. We used his blindfold quite a bit - it's soft leather with an elastic strap and pads which press on your eyes a bit. Our set up was the one wearing it couldn't take it off without the session coming to a quick end. I knew I'd be wearing it all night. He hooked his arms under my shoulders and put me in the armchair. Instinctively, I lifted my legs, but he pushed them down and leant in to whisper "Last chance." I didn't really know what he meant. Then he was gone. I could hear him moving around, but sat where he'd put me waiting for whatever was coming. My arse was twitching and my cock was standing full mast. It seemed like several minutes passed while he fussed around. I felt the pipe pressed to my lips again, and huffed hard on it. He took it away and pulled off the blindfold. When my eyes adjusted, he was sitting across from me chatting with two new guys. They were all naked. Zac saw I was paying attention and smiled. "OK?" I nodded, not knowing who to look at. He waved a hand at each of them, "My mates, Dan and Den." I smiled at them. Dan was short, white, tightly muscled. His half-hard cock already impressive. Den was tall and wiry, with a still soft black cock which hung heavy over his balls and promised a painful fuck. I slid of the chair to kneel on the floor. "Well, he's eager." Dan pulled me to him and pushed my face into his balls. "You gonna pin him?" Den asked. I didn't quite understand. Dan held my head down while his cock hardened against my face. Someone grabbed my arm and there was a pricking feeling just before the world dissolved.
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Chapter One: My boyfriend were out at our favourite restaurant celebrating two occasions. Our 4 year anniversary, and my promotion at work which entailed me going to Boston, from England, for 6 months. I was due to leave in 1 week. Once we got home from our happy celebrations, we carried on drinking with our own chilled Champagne on a blanket, on the floor, with some sweet sugary nibbles, Mediterranean house music, and each others wonderful company. Our own little picnic. We laughed, reminisced, made more plans for the future, and of course, we ending up having our usual wild passionate sex which had not dwindled at all in all the time we had been a couple. The evening ended with emptying the load in my balls deep inside his ass. We were both Neg, and Monogamous, so, all was fine in our own little world. As our final week together for a long while went on, we both became anxious. We really did not want to be away from one another. BUT, in the long term I was doing this for us, to give us a better future. And then, that dreaded day came. My flight. He took me to the airport, and we shared our goodbye that went on for far too long, with mutual waves through floods of tears as I disappeared through security. Once I was settled on the other side we continued our very emotional goodbyes via app. It was so hard, but, this had to be done. But, would my plan for a better future for me and my man go smoothly, or would there be repercussions? đ Once I arrived in Boston there was a chauffeur waiting to drive me to my new apartment for the next 6 months. I was already missing my Man terribly, yet, excited too to be in new unknown surroundings. It was all so thrilling. My employers had rented me a rather posh apartment in a well to-do part of town. My boyfriend would be squealing if he saw this. Our home was comfy, and merely modest. And we were happy with what we had, for the time being. I had a shower, then went out for a quick meal, came home, prepared for my first day at work the following day, took some sleepers so I could get onto Boston time, and I was very soon asleep, ready for the next part to my life. The following day I awoke fully refreshed, and arrived into work bang on time at 8am, eager to begin. On my first day at work I spent it with my boss, who with great strong strides and authority marched over to me and shook my hand, introducing himself; - Good Morning. You must be Steven from England. I am a confident being, but suddenly I felt my stomach knot. INSTANT sexual tension! - Ye ... Yeah. I mean, yes, yes I am. Good Morning to you too. And you are? - I am Ayan. Come through to my office. Follow me. I could not help but notice the extremely abnormal over sized package in his groin area, and down his leg. Wha .... I would very soon be thinking of Ayan as my *daytime boss*. We spent the day talking about my role, duties, and how the company operates, plus getting to know each other on a personal level too. It was all very laid back, whilst also retaining a certain air of formality, with that bubbling obvious two way sexual tension going on. He seemed to be keen on probing me about my hobby as a Dancer, which I put on the hobbies section on my application for the post. Having both came out to one another earlier in the day and our instant spark, I felt at ease to be able to tell him I have danced and do dance as a Go-Go boi as I really enjoyed doing it, and the extra money comes in handy, not that I need it. As I spoke his huge nipples underneath his pristine crisp ironed shirt seemed to become aroused. poking and pressing underneath the fabric, causing it to form two unmistakable and mouth-watering cotton mountains. My virgin cunt twitched! Virgin? Yes, but more about that later After my first day at work he took me out to dinner at a posh restaurant, which was then promptly followed on with a gay bar. It wasn't your typical crazy bar. The Music was subtle, gentle and quiet enough so you could have a proper conversation and minus any of the also typical sexual energy you frequently would find. Perfect for me as I was faithful to my boyfriend of 4 years back home in England, for which I was very clear to Ayan. We started out with a few cocktails each. - I hope you are not a bottom. Lots of hungry virile tops more than willing to plant their seed inside a cute young English boy like yourself. His charm and confidence made me feel relaxed, so his sussing me out did not make me feel uncomfortable. His directness and air of control once again made my Virgin cunt twitch! đ
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Everything was set up for my monthly parTy, a few friends were helping me setting everything up. After setting the sling my friend Thomas walk towards me and said: âi have a feeling that itâs going to be a very hot partyâ. I only replied with an evil grin. Everybody took off the little clothes they were still wearing. I watched Thomas undress, a saw his hot tanned athletic body and when he stretched out you could see his defined abs; a rock hard eight-pack. He was only 21 but an expert at nearly everything that has to do with sexual pleasure. His fat cock was dangling between his legs; a d donkey dick. My other two friends already started and lay down on the mattresses, both were 29 and very cute. The bell rang and i opened the door 3 friends entered. As soon as the door closed they stripped and joined the rest. After a few hours i needed something to drink so i went to the kitchen when the bell rang, so i thought âmaybe itâs that hot guy from Grindr, he had to work late so he didnât know if he could make it.â. I saw that Thomas was standing closer by so i asked him: âCould you open the door⊠itâs a surprise!â. And a suprise it was, because when i came out of the kitchen i saw my 19 year old nephew standing in the living room. âBrian, what are you doing here?â i asked him. He started telling us that he and his girlfriend had a fight and that she dumped me in the club and left with the car. Then he asked if he could crash here tonight and i said âsure you can sleep upstairs⊠and as long as you donât complain about our party!â. âI wonât!â he said smiling. âWhy she dumped you bro?!â Thomas asked out of the blue. I told Brian he did have to tell us, but he started to tell Thomas that he started doubting if he was really straight. âWhen i was at the gym i started to notice that i was also looking at other guys and that always gave me a hard on.â he told us. âSo in the club there was a very hot bartender and i couldnât keep my eyes off of him. After a while i saw him coming towards me and without saying anything he grabbed my head and kissed me deep and intensive⊠i was shocked for a second but then the feeling took over. I kissed him back and it felt so damn good. My girlfriend saw the whole thing and he started yelling that i was a sick freak and leftâ he continued. The hot guy asked him if i wanted to go back to his place, but that was too fast for Brian so he left. âEverythingâs going to be alrightâ said Thomas and i asked âIf he wanted to go upstairs and if i should go with himâ. âCan i also stay down here? i will sit on the couch and wonât get in the way!â he said. âThatâs okay, but you have to take off your clothes, but you can leave your boxers on. Otherwise itâs awkward for the rest.â i told Brian. He look a bit surprised but nodded and said âOkay!â. Because i saw photoâs from his last holiday i know that my nephew has a very hot body; an athletic Twink. Thomas and me joint the rest and after half an hours an other friend nudged me, so i looked over towards Brian and saw that he took of his boxer and was stroking his hard cock; i guessed it was around about 8 inches. I went over to Brian and said âGuys turn you on, you canât hide the facts⊠sooner or later you must act upon it⊠this is your chance⊠they can learn you a lot about sex with a man... i saw you checking out Thomas earlier, iâm sure he can teach you a lotâ. âi know but my mind is conflicted⊠i want to but something is holding me back!â he replied. I tell him that i know something that can help him with that ââŠbut i need you to trust me⊠no questions! Okay?â. I see the conflict in his eyes but he starts to smile and says âif it helps iâll try anything!â. I leave the room and come back with a syringe and a strap. I tell him âLay back and relax, close your eyes and donât moveâ. He stutters âbut⊠whatâŠâ. âYou trusted me so no questionsâ i said. He lays back and tries to relax. I tie off his upper arm and tell him âIf you donât want this tell me now⊠You can still go to bed upstairs instead of having a life changing night with usâ. He shakes his head. I then stick the needle slowly in his vein and starts injecting him with a substance that will take over his mind and turn him into the slut he really wants to be. After pulling out i say âNo way back now! Enjoy!â while removing the strap. Brian sits upright and begins to cough, and i raise his arm above his head. After a 20 seconds the Tina starts to take control and he falls back in the couch. His cock is hard as a rock and standing straight up and is oozing pre-cum. Thomas see this and move towards Brian and begins to suck his hard cock whilst slowly massaging his asshole. Brian starts moaning when Thomas takes the whole length of the oozing dick in his throat. In the meantime he also begins to work a finger up the unexperienced Twink. Brians moaning becomes louder and louder. When a second finger is worked deep inside the virgin hole Thomas other hand moves up and starts slowly pinching Brians nipple. The boys slutty instincts take over as he begins twisting and turning his ass around the two fingers. Thomas feels the ass opening up so he pulls back before ramming in three fingers. This is too much for the boy and his body begins to shake. Thomas feels the dick growing in his throat and shoves it in balls deep and squeezes and twist Brians nipple. The former straight boy explodes and thick streams of cum begin to fill Thomas throat. Thomas tries to swallow everything but when de cum starts pouring out his nose he pull back. He also pulls back the fingers out of the boys ass. Brian begins moaning and pleading to put them back. I tell my slutty nephew that we have to clean out his ass first before we can fill it again. Thomas helps the poor boy on his feet and leads him to the bathroom. After 20 minutes they return. Thomas tells me that he tried to fuck Brians ass in the shower but that itâs too tight. Fortunately we have something that helps us with the stretching. So we lead Brian to a bench and tie him down. Thomas then takes out my fuck machine while i load up my nephews ass with lube mixed with a high dose Tina. After a few minutes Brian begins to moan that his ass is burning. We ignore him and see that several minutes later his ass begins to open up while the tina is taking over again. We love sloppy holes so we mounted a big dildo onto the machine and position right against his asshole. Thomas takes the controls and slowly begins to force the dildo forward. The asshole tries to resist the pressure of the dildo. Brian asks us to please stop. But slowly and surely the dildo advances further until the ass opens up. Brian cries out while the dildo goes deeper and deeper before slowly begin extracted. Our new slut gives a sigh of relieve, but that was short lived because the dildo begins to advance back in. With every stroke the machine picks up the speed a bit. After a few minutes the boys ass gives up and is standing wide open. In order to dampen the moans we take turns fucking his mouth with our dicks. When the machine reaches his top speed we shut it off and after shoving a few shards up the open ass we fuck it in turns and shooting load after load deep inside. Nothing beats fucking a cumfilled sloppy ass. After this weekend Thomas and i asked my nephew to moved in. And together with our friends we still like to parTy!!!
