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ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11 PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE SECOND OF THREE ! Installment number Twelve of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. See my intro to part 11 for more of a summation of parts 1 - 10. So along with me - at the time a 43-year-old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on what was now a foggy Saturday night having left the Dance Party at the Crown where I had been pulled up to fill in for a performer with laryngitis, we got back to the sexual adventures. JImmy, Lou, Vice, Keiran, Charlie and I escorted Jimmy's niece Cassie and her boyfriend Doug back to their transformed motel room so they could take a walk on the wild side. Apologies for stalling this segment, but on that Saturday night a few things happened that bug me a bit to this day, and as they are about true events I don’t change them or ignore them to cover what actually happened. 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! Trigger warning: there's some violence in this part. And though Cassie is in the room, we don't focus on her, this is about the sex with the males of the group. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me!. SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALL RIGHT FOR FIGHTING Her Uncle Jimmy, hearing this said, “Don’t worry baby girl, you’ll soon have more straight guys here to fill out your gang-bang fantasy.” He then directed Kieran and Charlie over to us where Doug appeared eager to taste one and then the other, copying his girlfriend’s moves and seeming to like it. After about 10 minutes I noticed that Jimmy was texting something on his phone, then pulling on a jock he cracked open the door to the outside looking both ways and signaled a “come in” invitation with his hands. Six guys entered the motel room as we all stopped what we were doing to see who was joining us. A few postings back in this recounting of that wild weekend I mentioned that Provincetown was very, very Caucasian – a thing foreign to me, a born-and-bred New Yorker who enjoys fooling around with men of all races and nationalities including my own – I love variety! I wrote that I only really ‘knew’ three African-American guys in town – I should have said ‘three that were gay and I’d had sex with’. There were a few other men of color around the summers I lived there, mostly straight, but truly only a few, while Latin and Asian guys were almost non-existent among ‘townies’ in the ‘90s. Imagine my surprise and potential delight when four of the six newcomers were men of color. I recognized one guy named Martin who I found out later that evening had become the sous chef at The Lobster Pot. When the Hubby and I decided after the second summer working in P’Town that we might stay over the Winter, we got jobs at the Lobster Pot, and at the time Martin was a 19 year old tall rail-thin islander with a very cute-handsome face and sexy Caribe accent who back in ’91 had just moved up to kitchen assistant from dishwasher. We were both disappointed to learn he had zero interest in guys, though he was gracious about the pass we made at him. By the beginning of November that year we decided that staying the winter would NOT be our thing and left for New York – by the time we left town, Martin and my Hubby were always joking and causing me to constantly crack up at inappropriate times. I was very titillated to see him be a part of this. Aside from moving all the way up to the second spot in the kitchen, in the intervening years his shoulders had broadened, and he had grown into his height and was even sexier in his 30s than he was at 19! Jimmy herded them over to the drinks and the pipes. As the newbies began indulging our host gave an expanded version of his earlier speech, “Listen up guys, guys, this is a special welcome party Lou and I put together for my niece Carrie who has always wanted to be gang-banged, and her boyfriend Doug who is curious to try out his bi side. Thanks for helping me make their fantasies come true – we’ve got some guys here already for Doug’s end of things so if that’s not your scene, you don’t need to be a part of it at all, but if you do, no judgement. I know Carrie is why most of you are here, and as a reward we’ve got all the best party favors to get you and keep you in the mood, so drink up, light up, spin up and get undressed and get comfortable.” Just before these new dudes came in, Kieran had replaced Doug between my legs and was giving me some great oral while his husband Charlie was being serviced by Doug. As Jimmy was speaking, I saw Martin taking a hit off a tina bong and blowing an impressive cloud. As he exhaled, his eyes caught mine. At first, he had that, ‘I know you but I’m not sure from where…’ look on his face, but then realization struck and he smiled and nodded at me. I returned the smile only to be distracted when my Boston fratboy slowly let my cock slide out of his mouth and stood up, obviously to stretch his legs. As I was still seated on the side of the bed next to Vice and Lou, standing up put Kieran’s dick right in front of my face. Not one to miss out on any sexual opportunity, I took his semi-hard tool in my mouth and gave him some pretty toe-curling head in return. I was in the perfect spun place to really go to town on any cock orally at that point, enjoying how good his skin felt and tasted as I took him in. Don’t know about you guys, but I do love sucking a dick that’s mostly flaccid and feeling it chub up in my mouth until it’s completely hard. I love that almost as much as rimming a hot hole before I fuck it. I don’t always get to indulge my oral side as much as I might like in some scenes, as many of my bottom buds want to get to the fucking as soon as possible; while I like to suck and get sucked, and rim before sliding into some hot dude hole, or get rimmed myself before someone slides into me. The straight crew were still getting spun up, slowly getting out of their clothes, using the bathroom and eyeing the porn and Carrie, and it seemed like their real entrance into the scene was imminent. Jimmy came over and signaled the gay crew to shift over to the other bed, so that Carrie and the straight boys would have one to themselves, while Doug and the gays would take the other for now. Hardly missing a beat Charlie, Kieran, Doug and I switched over, with Jimmy joining us. I wound up on my back on the bed with Doug sitting on my face and someone sucking my cock – I think it was Charlie. I heard Doug gagging and realized he was attempting to suck off his girlfriend’s uncle. If you remember from previous chapters, Jimmy’s cock is very large for a white guy, especially since Jimmy was a really compact guy who was only 5’5” tall. I could only marvel that newbie Doug was actually attempting to get that monster down his throat – I guess my suspicions about him only doing this for Cassie were wrong, at least from the enthusiasm he seemed to be showing. I can say that rimming his virgin hole was a treat, and I was back in hog heaven when SOMEONE’s ass slid down over my cock and began to ride me. I heard a key turn in the lock, and most of us froze until Jimmy called out “it’s cool, he’s joining us…”. Easing back from Doug’s hole and looking between his legs I saw a late-twenties, skinny as a rail, pale as a ghost, freckled ginger come in just wearing basketball shorts and slides looking around in delight. “My Ma’s finally gone to run the office at the Windjammer and will not be back tonight.” In his light brogue he continued, “my Da’s manning the desk here while I dip my wick and he may stop in for a dip himself when I relieve him later.” Moving further into the room he passed us as he queried “Have ya’ got a wee bit of the T for me Jimmy?” Finding my throat in the need of some hydration, and my neck seriously needing to unkink itself, I extracted myself from the man-pile I was in the middle of and made my way over to the refreshments and the bongs. As the redhead rolled the bowl above the torch flame and I was downing a bottle of water, Jimmy introduced us. Turns out this was the owner’s son Brendon, and the Windjammer was their other motel down in Truro. He passed me the glass cock and the torch and as I was inhaling the vapor, Martin came over and smiled his big toothy grin and said “I thot’ dat was you! How you been mon? And where’s your sidekick?” Damn, between his Caribe lilt and Brendon’s mild brogue, I could listen to these two talk all night… Blowing out my cloud I replied, “He’s at a Convention and is joining me tomorrow night. And yes, he knows I’m here!” I wanted to cut off that question that seems to come from all straight folks when they encounter a sexually open gay couple. So many assume we must be cheating on the other, and that’s the furthest thing from our minds! While we chatted and shared blowing some clouds, the two of them started watching the action on Cassie’s side of the room. “She’s a wee vixen, isn’t she?” Brendon asked Martin, who agreed heartily. At that moment, she was surrounded by five guys with both hands jerking a dick and her mouth going from cock to cock to cock around the circle. Two other guys leaned on the wall waiting their turn to get in the circle of the soon-to-be gangbanged college nymph. Martin watched for a bit more, then looked over at the other bed where Kieran, Charlie, Jimmy and Doug were sucking and rimming up a storm, and then back at the circle around Cassie. Blowing out a cloud and handing me the bong and torch, he mused to Brendon, “seems like it will be a while ‘till we get our turn, mon.” Brendon just grunted in agreement, nodding sadly. “Unless…” Martin said turning to look me in the eye and raising an eyebrow as I was drawing a hit through the bubbles, “a long time ago you made me an offer an’ I was stupid and turned it down. Dat offer still stand? You maybe help us out?” Raising an eyebrow myself, I looked at them both and slowly exhaled a huge cloud. “I could certainly help out an old friend – and a new one – if you’re sure you want that.” “I was a stupid kid back then, not anymore!” And then he gave that toothy smile again and waved his long, soft, mahogany wanker at me. “just remember, I’ll be doing this because I like it, and I like you, I do this for fun, NOT for a power trip in either direction….” Martin nodded then I turned to Brendon to see him agree as well then saw he had dropped his basketball shorts to reveal a pale floppy dong framed by flaming red pubes that seemed to already be chubbing up a bit. “All righty then,” I smirked as I dropped to me knees. Taking a bong rip, I put the glassware down and put my mouth around Martin’s cock and began to suck gently, then let the cloud out around his stiffening member as he moaned softly. Taking another deep hit, I turned to Brendon and slurped his shillelagh down my gullet and again let the cloud slowly emerge around it, as I handed the pipe back. “Dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” Martin sighed with an “Um-hmm” coming from Brendon. I went to town on these two straight guys going back and forth deep-throating one while stroking the other, and then switching, then back, then switch. It was hot having them both go from soft and semi-soft to rock hard in my mouth. After a few minutes of back and forth, I felt someone kneel down opposite me, so that he could take one while I took the other, and then we could switch without either of these straight guys needing to move. As I was still throat deep on Martin, I let Brendon’s dick go so my fellow cocksucker could take him in. Glancing sideways around the cock in my mouth, I saw a huge white cock between the other cocksucker’s legs and realized that Jimmy had joined me. We switched back and forth for a few hot minutes until his phone buzzed and he got up to let three more guys into the room. I stayed down continuing my assault on these two excellent examples of penile development as Martin and Brendon continued to moan and compliment my oral skills. The three new guys shucked their clothes and grabbed beers looking around at the action. Seeing me taking hits off the bong and blowing them on the two cocks, and then seeing others around the room doing the same thing, the new guys asked what we were smoking and could they have some? I heard Jimmy give them the speech about his niece and her boyfriend and give them each a dick pill before showing them how to light the torch, roll the bowl and take some hits. Apparently all three were virgins when it came to tina and seemed to quickly start enjoying being in the clouds. Pulling his cock from my mouth, Martin grabbed Brendon and turned them both around to face the desk behind us. Glancing over his shoulder he told me “Don’ wanna’ cum too soon – waitin’ to bang de girl, so maybe you give us some tongue service back here?” I smirked up at them saying, “So long as you’re both clean back there?” Brendon looked a bit confused, and Martin whispered something in his ear. “Oh, aye lad, just had me a shower,” Brendon affirmed, and Martin chuckled “clean as a whistle!” while handing down the bong. I drew a hit as Martin leaned over the desk and indicated the Irishman do the same, suddenly I had two straight holes fully presenting for me. Just as I had when I started blowing them, I dove face first into Martin’s chocolate bubble butt, kissed then licked then drove my tongue in and let out my clouds around his pucker as he just sighed and nodded. Taking another hit, I did the same to the two freckled white snow-globes Brendon enticed me with. Once again, as I began to actually tongue fuck that hole, I released my cloud ever so slowly in that tight straight hole. Brendon began to mutter and curse, “Shite, what the feck, oh yeah, don’t stop my man… I never knew…” all the while bouncing around like he’d put his finger in an electric socket. My own cock was rock hard. “You know,” I drawled as I was rolling the bowl, “I’m mostly a top and if you two weren’t straight, my cock would shortly be balls deep banging one or the other of you or both. A Pity, but I respect limits.” Fortunately, the two just laughed it off. I finished my hit and noticed Vice now on the outskirts of the str8 boy ring had overheard me and winked in my direction murmuring, “And you’d both be lucky…” As I went back and forth rimming Martin and Brendon, I heard a couple of new voices. “Is that fag doing what I think he’s doing?” and “That’s disgusting” and “Actually looks into it, jeez I’m gonna be sick…”. Well, this was certainly putting a damper on the festivities. I broke away from the two hot butts and glanced back at where the voices were coming from and just sighed to myself. Standing watching us were the two guys Jimmy and I gave blowjobs to in the dunes late Thursday afternoon (see Part 2), the aging hippie and the abusive angry guy; they had a third guy with them I guessed to be one of the local fisher or lobster men. All naked, or mostly, and unfortunately due to my experience with two of them on Thursday, AND the trash they were talking in my direction, I really wasn’t interested in any of them, especially their nasty band leader. Rolling my eyes, I turned back and sucked my two guys a minute or two more, and then Martin tapped me on the shoulder. “It’s our turn wit’ the girlie, thank you my friend, that was delicious!” “Aye, that’s the truth in it, much appreciated,” was Brendon’s farewell as they hastened over to Cassie’s circle. Chuckling, I put my hand behind myself to get off my knees and go rejoin the “gay contingent”, only to be literally shoved back down. Seriously. Anyone who knows me will know how well THAT went over with me. Glaring up, it was of course, the dickhead from the dunes. “Where do you think you’re going Princess? Here’s more dick for you – get to work…” Clenching my jaw, I growled “I don’t think so…” and started to rise again, only to be shoved onto my ass by this idiot. “Nobody asked what you think, cocksucker,” he said with an ugly chuckle. “And nobody cares what some useless faggot thinks honey, now get to it. If you can kiss that black* ass you can certainly suck my white dick.” Lovely, so he was a racist too, unsurprisingly. He and the third guy stepped forward to bang their dicks on my forehead. To his credit, the aging hippie who I did suck off on Thursday while Jimmy did Prince Charming had the decency to look chagrined. *(the word he actually used here was not this one and began with “n”) “Weren’t you listening, I said ‘no’ dirtbag…” my voice was hissing through my clenched teeth, as I got one knee up and under me. The fool just didn’t stop instead jeering me with, “Oh, I get it! You want to kiss my ass too!” He turned around and tried to pull my head into his crack and I reeled back from the foul stench coming from his skanky poorly wiped hole that had definitely NOT been cleaned or washed since his last time on the bowl. Naaaaasty. “Fuck no, didn’t your mother teach you to wipe?” “Well then suck my dick…” “Are you deaf or just stupid? NO.” “Suck that real man’s dick now, girl.” “Really. Go ahead. Make me you fucking moron.” “You think I won’t?” “No, I KNOW you won’t,” I was only on one knee now, and at least the other two straight doofuses were sober enough to back away. “Oh yeah, you gonna stop me?” he laughed as he attempted to push me down one more time. That was a mistake. With one of my feet firmly planted already, I launched myself off the floor knocking his reaching arms away and slamming him against the wall which he hit with a loud thud, and my hands went around his neck. “YES… I… AM…” I growled as I loomed over him. What an idiot, I was all muscle at that time, was at least 5 inches taller with a longer reach, was probably 10 years younger and he was definitely not in shape – oh yeah, and I’m from New York. Foolish, foolish man. I must inject here that I do NOT allow myself to be bullied (or see any other gay guy bullied) and not do something. People who tried to gay-bash me in the past learned not to. For example, I was doing a show in Cincinnati in the late ‘80s and had been at a gay bar after the show for a drink, in those days the entrance was down an alley. I exited the bar into the alley to go home. and there’s some guy there who starts with all the stupid insults for gays he can come up with, and I’m ignoring him, trying to disengage, but he keeps blocking my path along with his litany of verbal abuse. I still tried to be peaceable and de-escalate, but like the idiot in Provincetown he just doubled down and shoved me against the wall of the alley and spat in my face. SPAT IN MY FACE. Ok, I tried the “turn the other cheek” method but it did not work, so I beat the crap out of him. I mean I seriously beat the living daylights out of this moron. There were two guys coming out of the bar behind me who witnessed the whole thing and the commotion drew on-lookers from inside the bar, though they all huddled together by the door. By the time it was done, I had knocked two of his teeth out and had broken his nose. It was THEN that I was grabbed from behind by two of Cincinnati’s Finest, who were going to arrest ME for “fag-bashing” until the crowd at the door all assured them that the guy who was splayed out on the ground was the actual attacker and that I was actually the victim of the attack. So, they let me go, but after checking on the dude on the ground and suggesting he get his nose splinted at an Emergency Room, they let HIM go too. Wouldn’t take a report even when I complained that I had a right to. Told me it was better this way, since “he learned his lesson” and “what punishment could be worse than being beat up by a fag?” Yeah, seriously, welcome to the American Midwest in 1986. I was furious. My thought was that the only lesson the creep had learned was to pick on a smaller gay guy, or maybe don’t mess with guys from New York… Oh, and may I point out that the two cops were right there for part of the fight and waited until the guy THEY thought was the gay victim was knocked to the ground BEFORE they intervened. Think about that for a moment… And yeah, had a similar experience in the ‘90’s in Hells Kitchen when my friend Brad watched me give the same punishment to two Jersey Frat Boys who came into town to harass the fairies, who of course wouldn’t fight back, right? When they pushed us both from behind, knocking Bradley to the pavement, they didn’t realize I’d just come from the Gym and was both pumped and not in the mood for shenanigans. Black-eyed and bloodied, they took off at a run, while Brad cracked me up and calmed me down by clapping his hands together and in a sing-song falsetto yodeled out “My Hero!!”. So yeah, I’m not one who takes to being pushed around. Part of me is ashamed of how much I lose my temper, and part of me is proud I’m not to be fucked with. It’s an internal conflict I’m not sure I will ever resolve. So back to the sex party… Putting my thumbs into the pressure points at the sides of his neck, I slid him down the wall until his face was even with my still half-hard cock. Putting my foot between his legs pressed up against his junk, with my knee and one hand still pinning him to the wall, I took my cock in the other hand and slapped his face with it a few times. “Now who’s the ‘real man’ fucker?” I taunted back. “Now who should be sucking cock dude? Yeah, I think that’s what you should do. Time for “Mr. Only Gets Blowjobs From Fags’ to start giving them himself… serves you right.” I rubbed my dick against his lips as he shook his head back and forth, whimpering, and that’s when I noticed the tears streaming down his face. Fuck. I went too far again. I remember being humiliated to the point of tears as a little kid and how much I hated that feeling and how empty it made me feel inside and had vowed NEVER to do that to someone else. And I had just broken that vow. Yeah, self-defense, I know, and in all three cases MIGHT have been the only solution that would prevent me (or my friend) from being seriously hurt. So maybe he deserved it. But that doesn’t give me back the little piece of my soul that I sacrificed to achieve that outcome. Looking down with a real bitter taste in my mouth, I said “Oh for fuck sake, get up. You’d probably give a lousy blowjob anyway…” I hauled him up from under his armpits and stood him on his feet, he just blinked at me. “You’re welcome,” I muttered noting the lack of remorse. He looked around at the other guys and with a sniff said, “Couldn’t any of you have helped me get away from this crazy queen?” “Jayzus you just can’t keep your gob from diggin’ the hole deeper, Cosmo, can ya’?” Brendon chided from the bed by Cassie, “you started it and if you’ve not more civil, I’ve a mind to kick you to the curb… now have a drink and a puff and come meet this lovely lady and leave the other guests ALONE. Ya’ hear me?” “Cosmo?” I thought. Damn! I finally remembered him, Cosmo Duarte from Duarte Motors who once tried to WAY overcharge me for a Distributor Cap he assumed I would have no idea of what the actual cost should be. Cosmo Duarte. Figures. I let him slide away from me and wondered if I was still in the mood for all of this or not. I sat down on the bed the other gay guys and Doug were rolling around on and sighed. Charlie’s voice came from over my shoulder as I felt hands and bodies snuggle up to me, “Daddy J, this may be seriously twisted and wrong, but that was HOT…” “Wickie Hawt” came Kieran’s voice as a hand started stroking my cock back to fullness. Doug just whispered “wow” and from the other bed, I heard Vice say, “you know he totally deserved that Daddy J, don’t be upset.” “Yeah,” Lou snarked, “you ever hire out as a bodyguard?” I had to snicker at that. It was then that a female voice sounding a trifle annoyed rang out, “are we EVER going to fuck?” The room dissolved in laughter. Jimmy came over and sat next to me. “I’m sorry about that, I’m used to him being that way and it kind of turns me on. I probably should have warned you – or better yet, him.” I nodded and accepted his apology. He told me it was time we got both of these kids fucked. He was going to put Cassie in the sling here in the hotel room and giving back the keys he instructed me to take Doug, Keiran and Charlie around the corner to his place and put him in the sling. His friend Roger and a few other locals would be there soon - or might be there already – we’d turn the camera on in each room so that each college kid could watch the other get gang-banged (as well as Doug losing his anal virginity). I was certainly up for leaving this room and its’ vibe and going back to being just with other gays (and Doug) again. So the four of us got our bags of clothes and put on just the minimum amount needed to go out in public, of course my bag was more full than others, having to hold the parts of my Indiana Jones costume. So along with me in my harness, the leather jodhpurs and boots, and Kieran and Charlie in jeans and boots, all of us shirtless, I was wearing my leather fedora while the guys had their cowboy hats on. Doug grabbed some baggy shorts from a drawer then went to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, told her to have fun, and said he’d see her on the TV. As I ushered the guys out the door, I asked Kieran to take my bag as I needed something from Jimmy, he did and went out with the others. I asked Jimmy for any more special instructions (there weren’t any) and opened the door to leave the room. I am not a stupid man, so I kept the room behind me in my peripheral vision. Sure enough, just as I suspected he might, Cosmo the idiot came up from behind me ready to kick me out the door. Loser. I grabbed his leg, pulled him closer and clocked his jaw with a right jab and pushed him back into the room. Arms caught him and I growled “You just don’t learn, do you? Oh, and say ‘hello’ to Mrs. Duarte for me, okay?” As the door was pulled shut, I heard guffaws coming from inside… SUNDAY MORNING AFTER MIDNIGHT – DOING DOUGIE The fresh air outside the motel room helped clear my head and cool my temper, and after a few more comments on my take down of the idiot, the guys seemed to get the picture that I really didn’t want to discuss or even think about it right at that moment. I knew I’d seriously dwell on it later after the party and hoped maybe Father Frank would have a few minutes for a clerical chat with me. With welcome insight, Kieran started waxing enthusiastically about Jimmy’s basement play-space to Doug and to his husband Charlie (who had been asleep at the Guest House on Thursday night when I brought Kieran with me to Jimmy’s) and I joined in relating the fun Vice and I had when we manned the glory holes earlier that evening. Our destination was extremely close; so turning a corner off of Bradford Street we arrived at Jimmy’s house in the middle of the block where the short lane took a turn. I pointed out the glory hole alcove and led them to the opposite side where the ground level entrance was located. I called out since there were lights on and a guy who introduced himself as Roger greeted us by blowing a cloud and passing the bong to the first in line who happened to be Kieran who gratefully accepted. Roger was wearing just a denim vest and high-tops. Short, white, probably in his late 20s he had curly brown hair and eyes hidden behind tinted glasses, just an average body with a rubber strap around a seriously fat, floppy white dick with a fat P.A. piercing. He greeted each of us with a kiss and a pipe that he torched up for each guy as we introduced ourselves and I intro’d Doug. “Ah, the sacrificial lamb!” he joked. “Don’t worry dude, you’re gonna love this!” Doug just nodded and smiled in the haze of clouds. Three other white guys were there already as well, two older than the 43 I was back then and another looking college aged. The two older were both leather dudes, one muscular, bald and shaved all over wearing a harness and a leather codpiece; the other white-haired and pot-bellied in a vest, shorts and boots – a regular bear whom I recognized at having been in the group at the party on Thursday in this very room. The third guy was small, nice abs, in an open grey hoodie, white jock strap and ballcap, cute in a gymnast sort of way, with a smile full of crooked teeth and an ass I thought I’d like to get to know really well… but of course we were all here to top at first. After all of us who just arrived taking a quick piss and blowing some clouds, we helped Doug up into the sling and secured him by his ankles and wrists once he was comfortable. Roger was fiddling with the camera and screen and got into the “Private Room” Jimmy had set up on ICU2 or whatever the video share tool was being used that evening for the kids to see each other get gang-banged. Looking next to the swing, I saw that there was a bowl of condoms out with the lube, poppers, Max Impact, torch and pipe. Drawing the other guys into a huddle I let them know that this idea was sprung on Doug after his girlfriend got him partly tweaked and that he might not be of complete sound mind in making decisions, especially after the slam he was about to receive – so sounding like a complete Dad, I suggested that they either pull out before cumming in him or use a condom if they were heavy-leakers of precum… a couple of groans, but there were nods as well. Roger had gotten us linked with the guys in the motel, and the main screen now showed Cassie in the sling over there, grinning having just been pointed and blowing kisses to her boyfriend over the video link. Pulling a hit from a pipe, I shotgunned it to Doug, then looked him in his eyes and asked, “Are you happy with this, want to keep going?” “Uh-huh, this is so sexy, I want it ya’ know!” “Okay then, this guy here is about to send you into orbit so enjoy the ride – and if at any point it becomes too much, just tell us to stop, got it?” He nodded and Joey, the twink in the ballcap, stepped up and tied Doug off, swabbed the arm and warning the newbie that he would likely have a coughing fit then feel amazing, he got a register and then slowly pumped the virgin’s arm full of magic. Sure enough, *cough, cough, cough* and Doug was on his way and begging for attention. Joey and I both got down and tag-teamed a rim-job on the now-flying college kid and standing to lube him up, it was finally time. We had decided cock size order, smallest to biggest was the way to go, and Warren, the big daddy bear stepped forward to claim the cherry. He used lubed fingers first and seemed quite experienced in expanding a hole in preparation for fucking. He leaned back and whispered, “I don’t precum much at all, and I think a guy’s first time should be natural and raw, so I’m foregoing the rubber for now, and will pull out well before cumming.” Okay, I saw where he was coming from, and having started getting fucked myself before HIV started spoiling the party, obviously I lost my cherry to a raw cock just as prior to that when I fucked my first man asses I had done so condom-free. No one wore a condom back then, and why would they? I have to admit I couldn’t imagine having my first time being fucked take place with a condom… the big polar bear’s 5-inch dick still evoked a gasp or two from Doug as he slowly entered virgin territory, but after Joey had him take a few popper hits the newbie was soon nodding and smiling and encouraging more. On the screen, we saw that Cassie was already into the train being run on her, and her shrieks and moans got louder, along with the repetitive “Yes, yes, yes!” sounding for all the world like so many of the females in straight porn. Doug would watch for a bit seemingly interested, then go back to watching himself get fucked and snogging with his top. Joey followed Warren, rabbit fucking Doug with his hard modest tool, did I mention he seemed like a gymnast? While his dick was still inside Doug, he swung his legs up to rest them on Doug’s shoulders and proceeded to bang him frantically by pulling on the chains for purchase and telling Doug to suck his toes. The rapid bunny fuck produced so many squeaks, moans and grunts from Doug, the action on the screen at the motel actually stopped for a minute for Cassie to cheer her boytoy on and tell him what a great slut he was being for her. That was the first time I saw Doug’s expression cloud a little bit, but he was shortly back to telling Joey to fuck him harder. Charlie followed Joey in size order and his tool was definitely the fattest Doug had thus far, and that seemed to please the kid to no end. Charlie had an interesting fuck style, keeping his dick fully inside and slowly bumping the hole HARD without pulling any of his shaft out – using the swing of the sling to give Doug a slow deep fuck. Up on the screen I noticed Vice taking a turn on the tweaking co-ed, his hot ass pointed toward the camera while she shouted out instructions to him like a porn director. Even though it seemed to me like he was throwing a good fuck, she seemed to always want something else. He quickly pulled out and gestured for Lou to take over. I admit I chuckled when he looked into the camera knowing I was watching and gave the universal ‘mensa-mensa’ hand twist along with a raised eyebrow. “Well,” I thought, “someone seems to be heading for a full change of teams.” As Lou slipped his cock into the tweakette up on the screen, we heard her screech and then start yelling “oh yeah, give me that big black snake, never had one so big before you chocolate stud!” I had to roll my eyes. All I could think of was the conversation with Lou the day before about the extreme reactions he got either very positive or very negative being one of the few men of color in the resort town. Seems young Cassie was one of those who fetishized men of color – her later reactions would prove my suspicion. Hearing his girlfriend’s over-the-moon enthusiasm, the expression on Doug’s face once again clouded over. Charlie noticed as well. Changing his stroke style to a real withdraw and pound back style returned Doug’s attention to his own hole and he was again moaning, cursing, and with arms now released from the sling restraints pulling on Charlie’s hairy nips. The thrusts became faster and faster until with a grunt he pulled out so quickly Dougie gasped as his Charlie fisted his own dick rapidly with increasing intensity until with a loud cry of “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” his body began quivering all over as he shot a huge load all over Doug’s belly, chest, neck and as far as his left cheek. Considering how much we’d all been playing this insane weekend, the amount of jizz he shot was kind of astonishing! Looking back up at the screen Lou was gone and Cassie was again giving directions to the guy who was fucking her in a manner that kind of bugged me. By the blinding white skin and flaming red hairs on that beautiful ass, I realized it could only be Brendon… damn what a fine ass, pity he was straight! After his explosive orgasm our Otter Charlie staggered back from the sling indicating to his husband, “All yours Babe…” Keiran wasted no time heading over to the sling and began licking and fingering his partner’s cum off the College kids’ body, making Doug lick the cum off his fingers and snogging him while dripping more cum into his mouth. Charlie had stumbled back and sat down heavily on the rim-chair. Warren made a bee-line for him, got on his knees and began to clean Charlie’s tool with his mouth. Having sparked up the torch by the sling, Kieran and Doug were sharing clouds back and forth as Kieran’s cock rubbed against the crack of that fine young ass and bumped up against D’s ball sack. After a couple of minutes, Doug moaned out, “fuck me dude, I need it!” Putting down the glass cock and torch, Keiran pumped some lube onto his cock (longer than his husband’s, but thinner) and slowly pushed into that no longer virgin hole. Looking around, I saw that Warren was beneath the rim-seat under Charlie (is there anything more fun than a rim-seat?) while Roger had slipped his big, floppy cock into Charlie’s mouth. On the screen, Martin was having his turn, and missy was back to screaming about “big black studs opening me up, making me a whore!” again, sounding like those awful chicks in str8 porn who never shut up with the little girly voice and high-pitched squeals (I have actually had sex with women a good number of times when in high school and college, and in group scenes on and off since then, so it’s not the sex acts themselves, but the annoying little girl voices and screaming that turn me off…) As she was going on and on, I thought “well, that’s sure to make me go limp,” and then realized I had said that loud enough to be heard by a few of the guys in the room. “Let me help with that,” said Joey as he brought over one of the bongs. Taking a hit, he handed bong and torch to me while sinking to his knees. Taking my semi into his mouth, he began to suck, his mouth like warm velvet, and then slowly let that white cloud out as he got me harder and took me deeper. Heaven! Girly squealing forgotten, I sparked the torch, rolled the bowl and took a big rip luxuriating in the excellent head I was now receiving. Clicking the torch off, I was about to exhale when a hand cupped my chin and pulled my head to my left side and a strong mouth clamped over mine. Quick to catch on, I exhaled into this new throat, and we exchanged that smoke back and forth a few times before letting it escape as a cloud between us. The mouth of course belonged to the last guy in the room, the muscular smooth leather guy who smiled as he took a huge hit himself and repeated what we’d just done, again letting the cloud envelope the three of us. He stepped back just a bit and with his leather codpiece now off, I could see the fat cut cock with the big gauge P.A. that was starting to chub up and might be as big or bigger than the pierced piece Roger was currently face-fucking Charlie with. Wow! Doug was likely to need another slam to take these two hefty dongs. After drawing another big hit from the pipe he handed it down to Joey who paused his oral ministrations on my tool while he too took a large hit then set the kit down. Returning to his amazing blow job, Joey slowly exhaled his cloud around my dick. Hot leather dude, who turned out to be Max, slid behind me rubbing that beer can between my cheeks and reaching around to work my nips – hard – and nuzzled my neck as he slowly let that fuck-smoke out to curl up around our faces. I moaned letting these two hotties get me hard again, as it was my turn after Keiran. Speaking of our Boston Boy, he was throwing Doug a nice steady fuck. Between their heavy making out, when they’d come up for breath Doug would moan and growl and beg for this all to go on forever. At the rim-seat Charlie was now servicing Warren from below while Roger fed Warren’s hungry mouth. On the screen, they’d switched off again, and for a few moments, I was puzzled as it seemed like Brendon was taking another turn before some of the other guys had even their first try. Then I noticed the legs were more muscular, the shoulders a bit broader, biceps bigger and the balls hung down lower. When someone came into the left side of the vid with a torch and pipe, the guy I thought was Brendon turned his head to take a long hit. Some silver was shot through the hair, a squarer jawline and there was a handlebar moustache – FUCK! That hot stud could only be Brendon’s father whom he mentioned would likely stop into for a “dip”. Hearing me growl out “DAMN!” both Joey and Max saw the same thing I did and agreed, saying: “hello daddy”, and “how do we get him over HERE?” Kieran was tapping out and motioned me over. “If you are still in the mood to fuck after you’ve done our guest of honor, I’d be up for taking that beauty,” I said to Max the Leather Stud. “And anything you want to do sweet thing, top or bottom, is fine with me…” I told Joey as I headed to the sling. Grabbing the Max Impact, I sprayed it into the provided washcloth and stuck it in Doug’s mouth, telling him to suck on it for a while. As he did, I dropped to my knees and began to rim his hungry hole. The skin of his pucker was almost fever hot, but as I rimmed that sweet young ass, I noted that all I tasted was him and some lube. No one at least so far had bred him. As I chowed down, I saw the cloth fall to the floor as Doug really began to moan and writhe around a bit more. “Mmmmmm, please Daddy.” Okay, no need to hit me over the head. Before I stood, I covered my cock with lube and wiped the excess off on his hole. Standing up I noticed the sling was a bit low for me, which if I’d been thinking made sense considering whose sling it was. Not wanting to stop the action to adjust it, I just imagined I was in dance class and put my legs into a deep second position and slid into that warm silky sleeve – now so open that he drew me in all the way to the balls in one slow thrust. Nice… Doug and I sighed at the very same time. I began to thrust using my crouched position and my hips and my ass muscles to pump with a circular horizontal motion along with my in-and-out motion so that I was literally screwing him. Each time the head of my cock dragged over his prostate he’d shudder and buck his ass and back a little bit off of the sling. That was totally fine with me since it allowed me to straighten my leg muscles for a few seconds each time he did. “Enjoying that?” I asked, smiling down at him. “It’s wild, ya’ know? Never thought I’d be doing this and liking it too!” This was hot, but nowhere near the turn on for me that deflowering Vice the night before was. Vice was more my speed looks-wise, personality-wise, and his enthusiasm was just different. More honest, actually. I still could not shake the feeling that Doug wasn’t all in on this, and had been bullied into it – a thought that was bolstered a minute later when we heard the noise coming from the screen where whoever was fucking Cassie at that moment was yelling “Yeah girl, you like that REAL man’s dick up inside you? Not like that little thing your girly-boy has, hell you can hardly call that a dick at all – look at that faggot up there, taking as much dick if not more than you are… look at that slutty bitch! You want a real dick inside you all the time now, don’t you?” “Yes, yes I do! I want a real man’s dick, so big, so thick…” Turning back to the newbie in the sling, I saw the look on his face – hurt, anger, betrayal – before Joey arrived and quickly popped the stem of a bong into Doug’s mouth and striking the torch while coaxing the kid to take in some heavenly clouds and let himself give in to the pleasure. As he was sucking in his second hit I smiled down and said, “Ignore them. Just because you like getting fucked doesn’t make you a girl or a bitch or less of a man, okay? I mean I like getting fucked almost as much as I like fucking, do you think I’m less of a man?” “Or me for the same reason?” asked leather bound Max. Doug looked at both of us and shook his head ‘no’. “Good, so just enjoy yourself and forget about them. I’m sure once the drugs wear off, she’ll be really apologetic…” I told him, despite harboring doubts to myself that she would. Taking a rip off the glass cock, I leaned down and shotgunned it to him as I began to pick up my fuck pace. Soon his wilted erection began to return – ah, youth! I pounded him a few minutes more, but didn’t regain my mood fully, and decided to surrender the field to his next Top. Looking at the weapons both Max and Roger sported between their legs, I looked over to Joey and pointed out those two big torpedoes and whispered, “Maybe he needs another small point before he takes those two?” Joey nodded in agreement, and rushed over to the supplies to set up a rig for Doug while I got him some Gatorade and made sure he drank a good amount. With only a few gulps left in the bottle, Roger used a dropper to add just a bit of G to the remaining beverage, encouraging Doug to drink it while Joey got the slam ready. Keiran, Charlie and Warren came over and we blew some clouds and got rehydrated ourselves. Helping Doug out of the sling for a minute, we brought him to the bathroom so he could piss, then bundled him back into the sling. Warren got down in front of the sling and began to rim and suck on the newly minted hungry manhole in front of him causing Doug to sigh and curse. Charlie was sucking Roger’s pierced cock when Joey tied off, found a vein, registered and then steadily pumped Miss T into Doug’s arm, pulled the tourniquet and then raised the arm up. The College kid coughed out a number of times, then started grabbing his nips and whining about being empty. Warren backed away and Roger stepped between Doug’s legs while slathering his big boy with lube. Nodding furiously, Doug tried to push his ass closer to that magnificent tool, and Roger obliged pushing slowly but steadily in, pausing once when the kid gritted his teeth and hissed. Joey was still playing assistant, so he grabbed the cloth from the floor, sprayed it with Max Impact, and shoved it into the open mouth, commanding him to suck on the cloth. Sure enough, the tension left Doug’s body and he just hummed out “Mmmmmmm..” as his hole took Roger in completely to the root, and the cloth in his mouth dropped out. Let me tell you, that was hot to watch. Max came up beside me as I was watching the scene and distractedly stroking my cock. “You like to give rim jobs?” he asked expectantly. “Nothiing gets me harder than having a guy really devour my hole.” “Oh hell yeah I do.” He pointed to the rim-seat, and grabbing the cloth and Max Impact, I moved over to the seat while spraying a good amount into the cloth. I lay on my back and slid under the seat, adjusting the neck support so that I was comfortably positioned below the center and began to suck on the wet cloth. Looking up I saw that magnificent muscular male ass descending towards me. Damn! I pulled the cloth out and handed the can and cloth up to Max as he settled in and got comfortable. The effect of the spray hit me at that point, and I went nuts chowing down on that tasty clean hole, kissing, sucking, nibbling, licking and tongue-fucking the hot leather dude while he ground down on me and moaned. I lost myself in the nirvana for a minute or two and then felt someone lubing up my dick and holding it vertical. Soon enough, a warm snug hole slid down my member and landed fully in my lap. It felt like whomever it was leaned forward, realizing the guy was giving Max head while I rimmed him. Perfect. This was where I love to be, fully invested in the pleasure only a bunch of horny, piggy, and tweaked men can bring! In the background I could hear Doug moaning and talking a blue streak asking for more. It was idyllic.

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If you want to know the lead-up to the moment in this story, follow the link below. I spent the next week thinking about Scout’s dad fucking his wife’s arse, and at football training, I kind of hoped his dad would visit and give me an opportunity to ask him more about it. Scout was still his distant self, so I told myself the best option was to keep treating him the same as the rest of the team. A few weeks had passed, no Scout’s dad and no fucking except for jerking off in the showers. Life was beginning to feel a little mundane. An old mate of mine from my pro football days hit me up, and we decided to go out and have a bloody good time. We kicked things off with a few lines of Coke to get the night rolling, then chilled on the deck with a smoke, beers in hand, before hitting the town’s bars. As midnight neared, we were hopping from pub to pub, deep into the night and feeling more raucous with each drink. We finally found a spot in the CBD to hang back and gather ourselves. My mate started telling me about his thatched roof back home—his wife had just found out he'd been seeing other girls behind her back. I shared a bit of my own past with my ex. He wasn’t exactly surprised; he used to be part of the footy crew that loved a party and a bit of trouble. He even reckoned he saw me eating her out after we all gangbanged her—that time’s stuck with him. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if he might’ve been the one who leaked those pics. We made our way to Collingwood. I think we grabbed an Uber. By this stage, I was fucked up. I drank and sniffed so much coke that time became a bit of a blur. I recall queuing up with my mate, trying to compose myself. My mate was in the same state. Music is pumping in the club, and I’m wondering where the fuck I was? ‘Oi, I know you lot. Used to play for the Rabbitohs, right?’ someone in the line said. ‘Used to, mate,’ my friend muttered. ‘Just so you know, this is a gay club,’ the random bloke added. ‘Fuck me!’ My mate and I burst into laughter. ‘Where the hell have you taken me?’ I asked him. He just laughed. ‘I dunno, mate. No idea how we even ended up here,’ he replied. We reached the front of the line, and the bouncer stopped us. He knew full well that we were too intoxicated, and after the comment from the random in the line, he refused us entry. I reckon because he was concerned we might cause a scene or start a fight if something were to happen. If someone were to try to make a pass at us. ‘I think it is time we call it.’ My mate said as we stood by the side of the road. He waved a taxi down. It pulled up and hopped in the back seat. ‘I’m gonna walk home, mate. I need to sober up.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ And the taxi left. I wandered the streets, having no idea where I was or where I was going. I needed a drink. Water. Something. I walked into a convenience store and walked up to the counter. ‘Where’s the fridge, mate?’ ‘Huh?’ the bloke behind the counter grunted, scratching his head. ‘Just a bottle of water, Ta. Thought I’d grab one while I’m here.’ ‘You’re in a bloody sex shop. We’re selling dildos, not bottles of water.’ I pulled my head in and looked around. I noticed a wall full of porn movies, cabinets full of dildos and all kinds of other sex toys. I had no idea how to describe or could never have envisioned how they would work. There were a couple of mannequins dressed in jockstraps and leather harnesses, which I initially thought were people and a door near the back with pink, purple, blue, and orange strips hanging in the front, waving about in the air, blowing out from behind them. ‘I need to sit down for a moment. Can I just sit?’ ‘Yeah. Out the back.’ The guys smirked. I brushed past the colourful strips into a dark and dim hallway. There was a faint beat to the low-level music. As I drew further in, the sound was soon drowned out by moaning and humping. The air had a dense, stale smell. Almost like cigarettes and a dirty men’s bathroom, but slightly different. Slightly mixed with the smell of sex. I entered a room lit only by a large screen at the far end and sat down. I must have dozed off. I slowly came to. Woken by a strange feeling on my cock. I opened my eyelids to find a man around my age sucking on my hard cock. ‘Fuck!’ I pushed him off my cock ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Wow. Sorry mate. I thought you were enjoying it. Seemed like it. You are rock hard.’ He was right. My cock was hard. But shit. I was out of it. I didn’t realise I was even getting a blow job. And from a guy from that matter. ‘Dude. I’m not gay.’ The guy sat next to me. He seemed a little puzzled, then pointed to the screen. ‘You realise you are in a gay cruise club.’ I looked at the screen to find two masculine blokes fucking. One guy with swimsuit tan lines on his arse bent over with another muscular guy fucking him from behind. ‘Jesus! How’d I get here?’ ‘Beats me, mate. But you are here.’ Every inch of my mind was telling me to get up and leave. But for some reason, I keep looking at the screen. Watching… Admiring the good-looking guys fucking. They reminded me of the lads from the football team I coach. I moved my hand to my cock and began to massage it. For a moment, I forgot the guy sitting next to me, then he caught my eye when he pulled out some glass pipe and a lighter. I turned to watch him heat the bulb at the end and smoke from it. He noticed I was watching. ‘Want to try some?’ He said as he exhaled a white cloud from his mouth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Think of it as a pick-me-up.’ ‘What? Like cocaine?’ ‘Even better. It will get you super horny.’ I figured, why the hell not? I had been partying all night, and I was already feeling a little horny from watching what was happening on the screen. I figured it might help me relax and not be so nervous about what I was watching. I grabbed the pipe, followed the guy's lead, heated the bulb at the end, and smoked. ‘Keep breathing in. Don’t stop.’ I didn’t. It was a rush of adrenaline that hit me from head to toe. I slowly exhaled and repeated the action. ‘There you go.’ I felt an instant need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guy. No way. But I didn’t mind watching the gay porn playing on the screen. So, I sat back and jerked for a while. ‘Enjoy your night, mate. I’d suggest exploring the club. You might be surprised.’ He hinted at me and walked off. Interested in what he suggested, I explored deeper into the dark venue. The intense stale smell got stronger the deeper I went. I had not realised how many people were in there. Men… Only men. My mind widened to who I was noticing. First, and most present were young guys, clearly drunk or high, then there were the really old men. Wrinkly, scaly, one had his shirt off, sitting on a bench, fiddling with his tiny dick. But then I noticed clean-looking guys, one in a suit sitting in a booth and a guy on his knees sucking his cock. Guys were at different stages of undress, but what caught my attention were those wearing leather harnesses or just walking around in jockstraps. One particular guy got my attention. He was large and burly, with a big, hairy belly, leaning against the entrance to a booth, wearing boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with a heavy-looking buckle, and a leather harness crisscrossing his large, hairy chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and he lifted a cigar to his lips. As he sucked, the end lit up, giving me a little bit of light to see his long, scruffy beard, then blew out the smoke, which I caught a whiff of as I walked past him. He stayed locked on me the whole time. I could hear the sound of moaning in the distance, the ruffling of what sounded like a large group of men and a hint of a thumping noise. The moaning didn’t sound normal, almost like a drunken, painful noise. Curious, I followed it to a dark room with just a sliver of light peeking through from the gay porn playing on a large screen over the other side of the wall. I walked in. It was crowded. Guys cramped in there, all facing the same direction. I could sense the rhythm of men jerking themselves, and in the middle, a figure getting fucked. I weaved my way in closer; my eyes began to adjust to the dim light. I made my way near the middle and bumped into who the guy was fucking. I was shocked at first. I couldn’t believe what I just walked into. A guy with his face and chest planted into a low, small bench big enough for only one person, while on his knees, spread wide and arse in the air, and a guy fucking him from behind. I was frozen in my state of surprise, but shocked that my instincts weren’t that of disgust. Instead, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. ‘I’m not gay,’ I kept telling myself. Light kept flickering through. I caught glimpses of the men in the room. Some were young, fit, but most, in fact, I reckon nearly all of them were old men. Some seem like respectable older men, like the fella I saw in the hall wearing a suit, but most look weathered and gaunt. Cocks were out, guys were jerking themselves, and they all had one thing on their mind: to watch this guy face-plant in the bench getting railed. ‘Fuck, yeah. I’m cumming.’ The guy fucking moaned out. ‘Yeah. Give him your load.’ Some said in the crowd ‘Dump in him.’ Said another, somewhere in the back. The guy fucking jittered, and his fucking shortened to quick jabs as he unloaded on the guy. He slipped out as he wiped the sweat off his brow. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I couldn’t believe that I had a rock-hard boner in my pants from it. And just as I thought the show was over, another guy moved in behind the guy. This guy was much older with a long, solid cock, and he just pushed in balls deep and started fucking. The original guy who just unloaded his cum on the guy disappeared into the crowd. All the while, the guy being fucked, moaned and grunted. It was hard to tell whether he liked it or was in agony. This was all too much. I was peaking from what I had smoked earlier and was uncontrollably horny. I unzipped my pants, pulled them halfway down my hairy thighs and grabbed a hold of my cock and jerked away like the rest of the guys in there. The light flickered again, and I could see a glimpse of the guy with his arse in the air getting fucked with his face planted into the bench. I was surprised by how young the guy was; he couldn’t have been more than 19, with sandy blonde hair and a nice physique. Kinder reminded me of Scout. As the light flickered across his face, I noticed that he seemed semiconscious. He was kinder awake, but not. His eyes were kinder open, and from what I could see, they seemed to roll to the back of his head. ‘He took a fuck load of G.’ Some leaned in and murmured into my ear. G, that was the stuff the gang of blokes gave my ex-wife when they gangbanged her. The guy who murmured into my ear moved a little brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge sniff up each nostril. He must have noticed I was watching and offered it to me. ‘What is it?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll thank me after.’ I took the bottle and followed his lead. Instantly, the already pulsing meth in my system that had me horny as fuck, elevated to a whole new level. I felt an instant rush through my body. I was gone. My concerns about my sexuality evaporated, and I was completely hooked on what I was watching. I jerked furiously. The young man with his head planted on the bench was only centimetres away from me. I watched his body being thumped to the rhythm of the old man fucking him in the arse. Every time the light flickered on his face, my cock throbbed just a little harder. The guy next to me passed his brown bottle to me again. I took another two big sniffs up each nostril. The rush hit me again. My brain buzzed. ‘What is this?’ I whispered. ‘Poppers, mate.’ I needed to get some of it for myself. ‘Fuck yeah, boy. You’re about to get my seed.’ The guy fucking yelled out. ‘Yeah! Breed him.’ Someone in the crowd followed. ‘Get him pregnant.’ Another said. Get him pregnant? I laughed to myself. How funny. He is a boy. The guys fucking started to moan and held onto the boy’s hips tight. He was cumming. He must have had a huge load, because he was in that position for a while. He pulled out, and another stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy, who moaned. ‘Fuck. How many guys have fucked him?’ I whispered again. ‘Since I have been here. I have watched 8 guys fuck and breed him.’ ‘8 guys. What?! And he knows who these guys are?’ ‘Nah mate. He is a cumdump. He doesn’t know who is fucking him. He is only here as a hole for strangers to use and breed.’ The thought of this young boy, no more than 19 years old, completely high on G, getting fucked without any protection by strangers, while semiconscious, was too much for me, and I lost control. I jerked really fast, and I felt my orgasm rise. I moaned out loud, followed by a torrent of cum shooting all over the back of the boy’s head, the side of his face and his shoulder blades. My cumming must have set off a chain reaction. I heard another guy in the dark moan, and through the glimpse of light, I saw a large cock hovering just over the boy’s head, being jerked off and ejaculating all over the boy’s face, mixed with my load. I woke up to a hand tapping me on the shoulder. ‘Dude. It is closing time.’ My eyes sprang open. Static on the large monitor. My pants were down to my ankles, my soft, crusty cock flopped over my thigh. The guy from the counter was standing over me. ‘Clearly you had a good time.’ I must have passed out. I had no idea how long I had been slumped in the chair like this. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back up and left. I showered, my mind flickering through what I watched the night before. I kept telling myself that I am no faggot, and it was the drugs that made me think and feel the way I felt. But the young lad taking dick after dick and never seeing who they were kept springing to the front of my mind, and I was raging hard. I jerked off in the shower and sprayed my load across the tiled wall. ‘Fuck’, I thought. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I had to do something about it. Let me know what you think. And tell me what you think happens next.

I am going to get a hotel room in the San Diego area - within the next two weeks - for a full day and night of breeding. I’d like to get the details (where, when, who) all planned and worked out in advance as much as possible - it’ll make the “hole” experience more enjoyable for everyone. 😈 If you’re a top or vers who is interested in having some fun (can be a quick cum and go, or we can hang out for longer and get even more twisted if that’s what you’re looking for). I want to be strapped into my sling making sure my hole is always wide open and ready to take all loads - from any guys who want to dump their seed deep inside me. No loads refused. My plan is to have a few or more guys scheduled ahead of time - keeping the fun flowing and having too many people in the room at the same time. DM me if you’re interested in joining, and we will set it up I want to make this as easy for everyone as I am 🐷 This is real, I’m seriously going to get the room and do this - want to schedule it for a day that works best for as many of you as possible!

I dont post very often but ive been so damn horny as of late and keep having the same fantasy so i figures id try my hand at writing a story This is just a story but damn do I wish I could make it true. So me and my husband are pretty open sexually. We often bring people into the bedroom (both tops and bottoms). About a year ago I've been in a very strong bottom mood and have been wanting to do more and more, and with our Thanksgiving trip coming up we decided to have some out of town fun and push my limits as a bottom. Fast forward to our trip, my husband asks me if I'm still wanting to push my limits, I agree. So we decide to look for tops to gangbang me in our hotel room. We make a post on sniffies for a pump and dump he adds pictures of my hole dripping his load to get attention, but he gets a little nervous about me taking so many anon loads so he makes sure to say that condoms are a must. We both look around for guys to add making sure they know they can't fuck raw. We get to our hotel room and I go to shower and prep for the night, I still keep checking to see if there's any new requests. Thats when I see a message from "rawdaddytop". He sends over some pics of a beautiful thick cock with a big PA piercing. Tells me he loves to breed sloppy holes. This makes me rock hard, I respond back saying how hot he is and that I never took a PA before. I also tell him the hubby doesn't want anyone breeding me but him. It took him a few minutes to respond and I thought I may have scared him off, but he responds with "I normally only fuck raw but I'll bring a condom special for that ass" this makes me so horny and I send him a request to join. He says "I'll join but since I have to use a condom I want your hole sloppy, I'll only fuck you after your hubby breeds you but I wanna watch, and fuck you right after. I also want your hands cuffed and for you to wear a ball gag" I don't see the harm in this so I agree and finishing prepping. Later that night I set up a bowl of condoms on the nightstand with a bottle of lube. We set up the event so that guys will come one at a time. I posted the room number and got in position. The hubby starting me off getting me lubed and open by fucking me while we wait, telling me how much of a whore I am for doing this. Then we had out first knock on the door, the hubby let him in I just lay there waiting I hear him unbuckle and feel him add lube to my hole, and quickly enter me before the hubby even finished propping the door open. He starts fucking me fast and hard, calling me a whore telling me to take his dick. He keeps Jack hammering me until he shoves himself balls deep. "Fuck you feel amazing, trying not to blow into you too soon". The hubby must of heard that because he got up to watch the fuck and saw he never put on a rubber. My hubby quickly told him he needs to put on a rubber. He pulls out and a swear I can feel something running down my balls, i hear him tear open the rubber and put it on and tell my husband "sorry I saw that pic of his sloppy hole and thought he wanted it raw". He enters me again and started to really pound my hole. He goes on for another 5 min or so before another guy walks in, he gives me a few deep thrusts and I hear him grunting before he pull out, slaps my ass pulls off the condom and throws it next to me, and leaves. The second guy already wrapped and lubing himself. I take what must have been 8-10 guys before the room was finally empty again, I lay there exhausted but also still wanting to get fucked. The hubby slides into me easy telling my how slick and open my ass is, how much lube was in my ass. We both must have been really enjoying the fuck because neither of us heard my last fucker walk in. The hubby starts long dicking my hole getting really into it. "Yeah fucking breed his hole, get him nice and ready for me" the hubby clearly startled just responded by fucking me harder "fuckkkk here it comes, take my load baby" he shoves into me deep breeding me hard, I feel rope after rope shooting into me. "Fuck I needed that" he said as he rolls off of me laying exhausted next to me. "Fucking hot, now it's my turn, hands behind your back boy." I realized then it was "rawdaddytop" I put my hands behind my back he reaches over to cuff me and I can feel his PA touching my hole. "Alright next is the ball gag" he reaches over to gag me and I feel his head pop in my hole and let out a little moan. The hubby who now regained his breath was getting hard again at the sight of me restrained and gagged. "You wanna watch me fuck your bitch or would you wanna fuck one of mine?" Me and the hubby both confused, but with me not being able to question anything with the ball gag in my mouth. "Your bitch? What do you mean" "I had my bottom bitch drive me here, gave him a fat load since I can't fuck this one raw" "Fuckkkk you don't care if I breed him?" "No he's nothing but a fuck hole, breed him deep so he's nice and lubed for me and the boys later" "Fuck that's hot well I don't see the harm in it, besides you'll be using my boy so it's only fair. But you still have to use a condom." "Thats fine by me besides I'm already wrapped and lubed see?" After a pause I hear my hubby say to send him up, that they could get fucked together on the bed. "Rawdaddytop" was on his phone texting and said "He's on his way up now, but doesn't like seeing another bottom getting fucked, you down to fuck him in the bathroom?" The hubby was quite for a second "Don't worry I'll take good care of your boy here, you can come back and join us when you finish up" "Okay fine but condoms are a must" "You won't get any complaints from me" I hear the door open and shut and hear "rawdaddytop" tell say "Be a good boy and take care of him, make sure to take your time and make him feel good and you'll get a nice reward" With that they dissapeared into the bathroom. I was in complete shock, is he really going to leave me alone with this guy? We always play together and I'm laying here ass up hands bound, ball gagged with this big thick daddy behind me with a raging hard on and PA piercing. "Mmm good now I have this ass all to myself, have you been a good boy? How many loads have you taken?" I couldn't answer due to the gag but shook my head no. "Aww come on don't lie to daddy, I know you took at least one load." I was very confused thinking back on each guy that fucked me, then it clicked the very first guy. Did he breed me in that short amount of time he was raw? Before I could even finish the thought I felt daddy start pushing into my hole. "Mmmm and here's load #2 boi, open up for daddy" I start fighting the restraints confused, I thought he was using a rubber what does he mean "Your dumb ass husband was too busy thinking about the twink I brought him he didn't even notice the condom I put on was from the used pile you had here, I just flipped it inside out, lubing your ass up with some more anon cum" I started really fighting against him and managed to break free, but he just got mad held me down and said that I need to learn to be a good hole. He grabbed another rubber and I felt him shuving it up my hole "Your gonna learn to be a good little cum hole tonight, we're gonna start by teaching you not to waste cum, we're gonna fuck each one of these condoms into you" We? What does he mean? My husband won't agree to that. I heard the door open and close again "Alright we gotta be fast his husband's in the bathroom fucking that twink we found" Part 2 coming . . .

Marie was forced to take on a traveling assignment for work, she was not the type to travel or leave her hubby that she loved very much. She and David had been married for two years and he was the only guy she ever had sex with. David was in great shape, dark hair and a nice 6' dick. Sex was not something they did often only three times a week and she rarely had an orgasm unless David ate her out. So she came once a week. David was disappointed that she would be traveling but she had to stay working or keeping the house would be an issue. Marie's first assignment out of town had her staying for a week, she would fly in Sunday and leave Friday evening. David and Marie had more than a few arguments that weekend but by the time David drove her to airport on Sunday afternoon they had made up and had sex and David got her off so they were in a good place. They kissed and Marie cried a little as she left to get on the plane and head off to San Diego for her training week for her new position where she would have to be in San Diego every other week for three to four days. Hours later Marie checked into her hotel after picking up her rental car. She had sat beside a young guy who flirted with her the entire way and she had to admit he made her wet and horny. She unpacked and got out her vibrator and thought about him. She kept trying to keep her mind on David but Ryan kept creeping back into her head. Ryan was tall 6'3 muscled blonde with deep blue eyes and really big hands he kept putting them on the arm rest. She was just about ready to cum when her phone went off and she did not recognize the number, she answered and it was Ryan. He said Marie, glad I caught you while I was still around town. I have your credit card and thought you might need it. Marie was flush and she quickly thanked him and tried to gain her composure. Give me your hotel address and room number and I will drop it off. Without thinking Marie gave him her room number and address and hotel name and he said yea, I know that hotel I am 10 minutes away. See you soon! Marie stood there wet and horny and put her vibrator away and got dressed. She put on her panties, yoga pants and a top and before long she heard a knock at the door. Ryan stood there in a tight shirt and shorts and she could help but glance down and she could see the outline of his dick though the tight shorts and he smiled and said aren't you going to invite me in as he started to move closer and Marie moved out of the way and felt very uncomfortable but she also was horny as fuck. Ryan walked over to the window and looked out at her view and said, wow I have never seen this view while I stayed at this hotel. My last room was much larger but had a crappy view, you know you can see the ocean and my condo from here, come over and I will show you. Marie walked over and stood beside Ryan and he slide behind her and then pointed over her shoulder toward the water and asked her if she could see it? She nodded and he slide his other hand on her hip, it sure is beautiful isn't it. She agreed and knew she should pull away but stayed right here, Ryan rubbed her leg and then with the other hand he lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head and rubbed a hand out her flat stomach and then fondled her breast with his big hands. Marie knew she should tell him to stop, cry out she was married and could not but he felt so amazing and she could feel his dick growing against her back and she could not believe this was happening to her. Ryan leaned down and kissed her neck and his hands slide down to her yoga pants and panties and slipped them off quickly and then slide his hand on her hip and then over to her clit and rubbed her pussy and soon he was inside her with his long digit and she was shaking. Ryan picked her up and carried her to the bed and she started to say stop but Ryan kissed her before she could get it out. She kissed him back while he slide down his shorts and let his 9" dick slip onto her stomach and then he pulled off and pulled his shirt off and went back to kissing her and they made out for five minutes till he pulled up and kissed her neck, and worked his way down to her breast and then stomach and finally her pussy and he began to eat her out and within three minutes she was so hot she came for the first time and Ryan kept eating her cunt and the pulled off and kissed his was back up as his dick rested against her pussy and he began to slide it back and fourth and Marie spread her legs more and more and soon he was pressing his thick dick inside her and she whispered you are too big, stop but Ryan slowly pulled back and forth until he was going deeper and deeper inside her and she came on his big dick when it was only half way inside her. Ryan spent the next two hours making her cum and giving Marie two of his loads deep inside her. When he was finished he pulled out and said he needed a shower and soon Marie heard the water running. She could see her husband had called and left her a voice mail and a few text and she was sad. She had never done anything like this before and when Ryan came out naked he thanked her and he could she she was upset and as he got dressed he said babe, this is just sex. I know you have a husband but this was nothing more then you using a huge dildo or vibrator to get off. I will be back tonight at 10 PM for round two and he leaned down and kissed her and made out with her again. I have a girlfriend too and we are going to be married in a year so this is just what we both needed nothing more. Marie knew she needed to reach out to her husband and picked up the phone and called, she felt so guilty but she put on a brave face and talked to him about the flight and this night old man who sat next to her telling her about his life and grown children. She basically lied her ass off about Ryan so her husband would have no clue that she had cum in her pussy from a young stud who had just left.

hello everyone! I've always wanted to organise a meet where id just leave the hotel door on latch and have guys come in dump a load and leave - anonymous and/or not. trying to find a hotel in london where i can do that --- meaning guys can just walk in and up to my room without anyone asking or checking at all. anyone know a couple places like that? the cheaper/sleazier the better!

“Hold him down.” The pressure on my arms increased as the two men standing on either side of me tightened their grips, each of them using both hands to pin my arms to the desk. I felt the cold shock of lube in the crack of my ass, then another hand ran up and down, spreading the liquid liberally and massaging my pucker before sliding two fingers inside to open me up. “You’re in for it now,” said one of the men holding me down. I could hear the sneer in his voice. “Ever been fucked with a cruel condom?” A different voice in my ear this time, whispering. His voice. I didn’t have to wonder how I had come to find myself in this predicament. As it usually does, my libido did all the talking – and had gotten me into a heap of trouble this time. Here I was at nine o’clock on a Friday night, blindfolded and bent over a desk in a nearly-empty office, waiting to be penetrated by an eight-inch cock sleeved in the equivalent of a Brillo pad. The objective: shred my insides and get me ready to take highly viral poz cum from each man in the room. It had started – as it usually does – with a message on a hookup app. I’m very up front that as a bottom, I am 100% condom-free and have been almost two decades. What the men who fuck me don’t know is, I lie about being on prep and doxypep. I’m not, nor have I ever been. I prefer my sex to be random, anonymous, and as risky as possible. I thrive on it. For nearly half of the two decades I’ve been a bottom, I’ve dabbled with on-again, off-again fantasies of joining the poz brotherhood. More recently, those desires have been much more ‘on’ than ‘off’. While I had always known that becoming poz was probably inevitable, the desire for it had grown into a need, a primitive hunger that was becoming harder and harder to deny. So when he contacted me to say that he had a group that was looking for a raw bottom like me, and I had seen the word ‘Positive’ next to his HIV status, a voice in my lizard brain told me I had to say yes. Less than three hours later, I found myself in a small, non-descript office park, walking into a building to find him, waiting behind a counter. He had opened a door to the office beyond and ushered me in, positioning me on the table before turning on the lights to reveal his group. Each had a matching biohazard tattoo just above and to the left of his cock. The mark of a brotherhood. And they wanted me to join. He had placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured my ankles to the legs of the desk using zip ties. “Quick poll, guys,” he said. “Should I ram it in and get it over with for him, or slide in nice and slow so we can enjoy his pain?” “Fast,” said the guy on my left. “Slow,” replied the one on my right. Then came a chorus of voices from around the room. “Slow.” “Slow.” “Fast.” “Fast.” Six different voices. And he would make seven. “Tie vote!” he chuckled. “Guess I’m the tiebreaker.” With that, I felt the cold tip of the metal sheath press against my hole. I did my best to clench myself shut, to stave off his invasion, but it was to no avail. My anal sphincter had long ago been destroyed to the point that there was little muscle left. Chalk it up to decades as a bottom slut. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I opened for him. I braced myself for what was to come. “Slow it is.” I could hear the smirk on his face as he whispered the words so only those closest to him could hear. The smooth tip of the cruel condom was inside me now. I felt another cold stream of lube as he prepared to push deeper. The pressure was slow and steady, but relentless. I have no words to describe the shock of pain that exploded within me as the abrasive portion of the condom reached my flesh. My asshole had been a source of pleasure for more than two decades, but now it was the source of the worst pain I had ever felt. It was like a wildfire, burning with such fierce intensity it was impossible to believe that it would end. The cruel condom scratched and tore at my insides as he pushed his way deeper and deeper. I bucked and twisted, but the two men kept their hold on me. With his weight now pushing me into the desk, I had nowhere to go. At last his progress slowed, then stopped. My entire being seemed to be on fire. I let out a low, guttural moan and realized that it was my first verbal reaction to his assault. “Mmmmmm,” came his reaction. Then, to the group, he said, “He took that pretty well, wouldn’t you agree, guys?” A chorus of voices echoed their agreement. “Now, let’s see how he does with this!” He pulled his hips back quickly, drawing his cock – and the metal sheath surrounding it – completely out of my body. The cruel condom ripped its way out of me like a bayonet on the battlefield. Almost before I could react, he rammed it back inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and tearing me even more deeply. My whole body tensed as the sensation of a million volts of searing electricity surged through every nerve. The scream seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere outside my body. I flopped back onto the table, barely aware that I was whimpering and drooling. “I’d say he’s ready for our little gift!” he exclaimed. He slowly withdrew his cock, but if the cruel condom did any more damage, I couldn’t feel it. My whole body had gone numb. Someone I couldn’t see placed a brown bottle under my nose and held a nostril shut. Instinctively, I inhaled mightily. He swapped nostrils. After a couple of deep breaths, my heart was racing in my ears and I felt light-headed. Normally I loved the sensation, but it did nothing to relieve the throbbing, burning pain in my ass. I heard a slight rattle and then he stood before me. His cock looked as though it had been torn a little. It was red and a few small spots of blood were visible. Or was that my blood? Then he held the cruel condom in front of my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Not only was the shiny silver implement of torture now completely covered in blood, stuck in between the small abrasive teeth were tiny bits of flesh. My flesh. “All yours, boys,” he said, a joyous tone in his voice. And then it began. The brown bottle made regular appearances under my nose, and as my head swam, one by one each of the men in the room took his turn. No one used any lube – I was bleeding enough that they didn’t need any. Each man stood behind me, grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock inside my destroyed ass with no mercy. Cock after cock depositing load after load of toxic cum deep in my torn-up guts. By the time the two men holding me down were ready to take their turns, I was too exhausted and out of it to do anything but lay there. They took their turns, then he was the only one who hadn’t yet gotten off. One more round of the brown bottle, and he sauntered up behind me. His weight once again pressed me into the desk as his now bare cock found its target and slid inside me. By now, I felt nothing more than a dull throb in my ass. Either the poppers had done their work, or my mind had shut off most of the pain receptors in that region of my body. Maybe it was both. I could feel and hear his hips slapping against my ass as his pace quickened, until with a small gasp he added his toxic DNA to the others’. It was over, or at least I thought it was. As he slid out of me, I heard him say, “Anyone want seconds?” “I will.” “Yeah, me too.” Too spent to do anything about it, I rested my cheek on the desk as not one, not two, but three of the men took another turn. My blood ran slightly cold when I realized that I would be leaving with ten loads of poz cum inside me. But what did the number matter? I was most likely doomed the moment the first man unloaded inside my bloody, torn-up hole. Then, to add insult to literal injury, he stepped in front of me. His cock, now flaccid, was soaked in a pinkish mixture of blood and cum. “Clean me up,” he ordered. I have always been a fan of ass to mouth, but I found the thought of taking his cock in my mouth at that moment repulsive. And yet, my lizard brain was not done with me. I am a cum dump, after all, and a cum dump’s duty is to clean off his top’s cock. So I dutifully opened my mouth. Normally I savor the taste of cum and ass and a little lube on my tongue, but his cock had a strong metallic taste that set my teeth on edge. Nevertheless, I sucked him in balls-deep and bathed him with my tongue, swallowing everything I had cleaned off him. Seeing me do that for him, the three men who took a second turn each wanted a turn in my mouth, too. I sucked each of them clean in succession, certain that I would never again stop tasting the iron from my blood. At last they were done with me. They cut my ankles loose from the desk and helped me to a chair so I could rest for a few moments. A shock of pain shot through my body as my ass touched the seat. A bottle of Gatorade appeared in my hand and I slugged it back. After a few minutes I began to regain my senses. Most of the men had left; only he remained with two others. Together, they helped me get dressed and led me to my car. He placed a towel on the seat before they helped me in. I moved slowly, but before long I was driving away. When I got home, I found that the blood and cum had seeped through my underwear and pants and stained the towel. Thankfully, it had not penetrated all the way to the seat. I worked my way up the steps to the lobby and into the elevator. Reaching my apartment, I closed the door behind me and walked directly to the bedroom. I barely had time to notice the clock read 10:45 pm before, mentally and physically exhausted, I collapsed face-first on my bed. In no time I had drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning and checked my texts before taking what I knew would be a somewhat painful shower. There was a message from him containing an image and measurements for the biohazard tattoo he and the others had sported, along with the contact information of the studio that had done theirs. Accompanying the file was a simple message. “Welcome to the brotherhood.”

6th of December, Karlsruhe Germany Blindfolded cumdump will be available for any(!!!) load. Will be hosting in a hotel near the main station. Ass up, Face down, Door open

Hosted a massive gangbang in a private dungeon in june and 34 guys bred me on a fuck bench and a sling. Just near warren st. Back 11th July and most guys coming back for seconds along with a lot of new guys - all breeding one hole. Masks are being provided for the first 2 hours and need a camera man to come and film. Anyone up for it? Get in touch on here. 100% totally genuine

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

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Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

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I haven’t written in a while as all my last several fucks have been relatively ordinary, which is to say one-on-one, or at most getting two different loads by the end of the night, but that all changed tonight. I was horny as fuck, drinking wine, and smoking a couple of joints with some friends when this thick veiny-dicked dude called me, saying he wanted to come over to breed my hole. He’s an older man, 48, hairy, well built and with those cocks that for some reason have a protruding lower vein like some misshaped fruit, making the dick hard to ride and kinda painful but once it gets going it's clear he'll wreck the hole he is fucking. True to his word he came right over, but sadly didn't take long to cum. Still I rode him for a while, squeezing my asshole to make sure he opened me well, and as planned, he soon blasted his load deep inside my guts. Afterwards we chatted a bit while I checked Grindr where I learned a friend from school was going to the bathhouse downtown so I reached-out to him, suggesting we go together. He readily agreed. The only day the bathhouse opens all night is on Saturday, until 8:00 AM Sunday morning, so as to catch all the horny party men on the way home. I was cautiously optimistic I'd get several loads without the necessity of fending off rubbers. We got there and my friend and I walked into the dry chamber and I started to blow him. He’s got a really thick and curved dick, so I swallowed it whole and was soon jumping on top of it as seven to nine guys gathered to watch. I counted them as I checked out their dicks, beckoning each one to come forward for a blow while I got fucked. While most of the guys were receptive to my invitation, there was one man who was playing shy most didn’t come over, but eventually he stepped forward and, after some effort, I had his exceptionally long, monster dick which I finally got down my throat, as the man's balls bounced against my chin. After several minutes of working monster dick, I decided to give my jaws a break, so I released the monster dick as I also slid off my friend's cock, and turning around, decided I'd finish off my friend with a blow job. The monster dick, however, was not so easily the discouraged as, without any preliminaries, the monster dick slid into my ass, giving me a vigorous fuck. The audience was getting bigger, and another guy approached us and took my hands towards his cock, which was thick, veiny, long, big - in short, a cock I'd be happy to breed me. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?” asked the monster dick in my ass. I couldn't effectively answer him as I was deep-throating my friend. Instead I reached behind myself, grabbed him about his waist, and did my best to hold him steady until he blew. Moaning and grunting, the man stood still until his balls released his sweet liquid in my guts. Two loads so far. Not a bad day. He withdrew and to my great pleasure, the thick, veiny, long cock I noticed earlier slid into my ass. It may have hurt like hell, but the idea of having a dick stirring the two loads inside me helped me take it like a man. He fucked me for a while and was soon announcing that he’d cum soon. “You want it? Beg me for it”, he commanded. Fuck, is attitude got me going. The're nothing like a man who recognizes another's need to be recognized as a cumwhore. “Breed that hole, man, leave that load deep and don’t pull out till every drop is in me”, I said, making sure I was heard. He groaned, moaned and was soon awarding me with my third load of the night, withdrawing only after I relaxed my ass muscles, releasing his cock to make its departure. After this I stood-up, stretched, retrieved my towel and walked straight into the little dark room that’s next to the first floor terrace, hoping as I did so, that some of the crowd would follow me. As soon as I got in a found his big bellied hairy guy just sitting there in the darkness with a really low hanging dick. I was soon on my knees deep-throating that soft meat, that sadly wouldn’t get hard for another while. Fortunately I saw a skinny shadow come towards me. The skinny guy thoughtfully guided my hand towards his crotch where, hot damn, I found more big dick. It was amazing. He turned me around, pushed my head down to continue sucking on the big bellied guy and shoved his dick in my ass. Fuck yes, another big dick was now stirring the three loads in my hole. He fucked me hard and fast, being really loud with the grunting and making sure our skins clapped against each other. A crowd formed in the darkness, and people kept trying to grab my chest and arms and hard dick. When the grunting and moaning got more intense and then quickly subsided I turned around with him still in me and asked “Did you fill that hole good?” “Fuck yes,” he replied, a note of satisfaction in his voice. Abruptly I heard someone moan in the darkness as one of the onlookers came. How the exchange between me and the top could get someone off in a dark room is beyond me, but who am I to judge? He pulled out and I felt something big open my ass. I couldn’t fucking believe I had another big dick mixing up his DNA with the other four loads I had inside. I sensed this guy was older, and his dick was something out of this world - one of those huge cocks that completely fills-up and stretches open a bottom's cavities. The guy leaned over, presenting me with some welcome poppers, giving me time to take several huffs before he proceeded to plow me hard, using a methodical, rhythmic pattern of thrusts that reduced me to a true fuck hole. It was fucking perfect. He asked me for the poppers back and took a hit, telling me he’d come soon. I said aloud “Please fill that hole, sir,” and he followed suit in perfect order. Now, five fucking loads one right after the other from five fucking big dicks don’t happen often where I live, so I had to cherish the moment. Another dick walked behind me and I felt someone lean on me and whisper my name, asking “How many loads to have there, you cunt?” I knew it was my buddy, who I had accompanied in this trip to the bathhouse. "Five," I replied, a smile on my lips. I sensed he was jerking himself off fast, and his cock head was colliding with my ass lips. “Get ready for the sixth,” he said, shoving his terribly thick dick in me. His cock was that which pushed me over the line: I went from spongy to rock hard in seconds, and a load blew out of my cock within a minute or so, leaving the room redolent with the smell of cum, sweat, poppers and ass juices. I turned around and we kissed, celebrating a very successful visit to the bathhouse. After that I got my towel, walked out of the little dark room, took a shower and called a taxi. I'm now heading to bed, the DNA of six different men swirling inside my ass. I can only hope not much will cum will show-up when I make my bathroom call tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

I'm 31 but look about 25, I am 5'11", athletic build with dark blond/light brown hair. I am pretty much smooth all over, except my legs which are pretty hairy. I have an amazing arse and make an excellent bottom boy. I've been barebacking since my teens. I hope you enjoy the story. It was Thursday evening at last and the start of my long weekend off work. I’d had to work the previous four weekends but now it was my time to relax. I drove home, it was a beautiful hot summer evening and the weather forecast was promising non-stop sunshine. I got out of my uniform as soon as I walked in through the front door and headed for a shower. As I dried myself off I texted my dealer asking if he was around this evening and if he could sort me out with some gear. He was free around 20:30 and the price was good– it was a big order so I got bulk discount. I dried myself off, making sure that I was completely smooth all over, threw on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt before heading to my dealer’s place. I knocked on the door and one of his regulars answered the door, I gave him a hug and walked in, kicking my flip-flops off in the hallway. There were three other regulars there, all sitting around drinking cans of coke and enjoying a spliff. Kirk, my dealer, was sat in an armchair at the end of the room weighing out small bags of gear and decanting GHB into smaller bottles. Kirk is black, in his early 40s, poz and is rumoured to have a massive cock with a metal ring through the end of it. I have no idea how true this is, he’s just my mate and my dealer. He looked up, saw me and smiled. I walked over to him and gave him a big hug; his muscled arms wrapped around me and gave me a squeeze. He gestured for me to sit down and told me that he was just measuring out the last of the gear for me. I put the cash on the table in front of him, he didn’t have to count it; he knew that I was good for the £250. We made small talk and I told him about my plan to get completely fucked up over the weekend. He smiled and laughed and said he wished he was young enough to join in. He passed my the bags of mcat and crystal meth, a bottle of GHB and a bottle of poppers, and a pack of ten Viagra to keep the party going. I thanked him, waved goodbye to his regulars and headed out the door. Back in the car I checked the gear that he’d given me and saw an extra bag of gear with a winky smiley drawn on in black marker. I didn’t know what it contained but if it was from Kirk, I knew it would be good. I drove home, stripped off, did a couple of small lines to get me started and opened Grindr. I had 10 old messages saying “hey” or “hi”, but nothing worth reading so I deleted them and changed my profile name to “HnH raw bttm”. I scanned the profiles and it was mostly the same pics that were always there, but a new one caught my eye: Joey, 24, white, hung top, 4 miles away. I messaged him with a pic of my arse and body and asked if he was free tonight. To my surprise he messaged back straight away with a pic of his beautiful cock with a big head and a drop of precum oozing out the end. He said he was visiting from Brighton but his mates had let him down at the last minute so he was looking for somewhere to crash tonight. I said he could stay at mine if he was cool with chems and bareback. He replied with a load of winky smileys and asked for more pics. We sent a few more back and to and he was gorgeous so I sent him my address. He told me that he wanted me blindfolded on all fours on my bed wearing a jockstrap with a buttplug in. I told him that I only had big buttplugs and he replied, “the bigger the better”. I agreed and said that I’d be ready and waiting for him. I prepared some bombs of mcat and crystal meth in Rizzla papers, made up a couple of drinks with GHB in and popped a Viagra. The fresh bottle of poppers were on the bedside table and were so strong that I almost got high from just taking the lid off. Joey was about 5 minutes away so I lubed up the buttplug, took some mcat and GHB, three deep hits of poppers and squatted over it. I felt it cold against my hole and pushed down on to it, feeling it opening my hole and stretching me, then it popped in and I felt a rush flow up through my body. I had a line of crystal meth, put on my jockstrap and blindfold and waited. After a couple of minutes I heard someone open the front door and let themselves in, they came up the stairs and walked in through my bedroom door. Neither of us said a word. I listened to him get undressed and he headed over to the bed where I was waiting on all fours, my plugged ass in the air. I took a couple of hits of the poppers and waited, precum poured from my cock from the excitement. He was behind me, he leant over and gently kissed both of my ass cheeks and ran a finger around the base of the buttplug, stroking my ring. Then, without warning, he grabbed the plug firmly and pulled it straight out of me leaving my hole gaping wide open. I shouted “fuck” but he told me to shut up and take some more poppers whilst he rubbed some of the crystal meth around the inside of my gaping hole. It started to burn as the crystals rubbed my delicate insides, but then a feeling of warmth and extreme horniness spread through me and I was begging him to ruin my hole. He leant over me, the tip of his precum covered cock just teasing my arse and whispered in my ear “do you really want me to ruin your cunt forever?”. “Yes!” I replied, taking two more deep hits of poppers and sending myself higher than I had ever been before. “OK” he said and pushed all 9 inches of his cock into me in one go. It felt amazing but then he started to push his hand inside me too, finger after finger entered my hole beside his cock until his whole hand was inside me and he was fucking my stretched out hole, rubbing his precum all over my insides. He started fucking and fisting me at the same time, wave after wave of intense please pulsed through me as he got rougher and rougher. He whispered in my ear “Where do you want my load?”. “Inside me” I replied. “You are bleeding, are you sure?”, “Fuck yes” I said as I imagined his thick creamy load shooting deep into my guts. His pounding got quicker and then he stopped with his dick completely inside me and he started wanking himself off. He grunted and I felt his whole body spasm as he shot a weeks worth of cum into my ruined bleeding hole. He pulled his cock and fist out of me at the same time and immediately replaced them with the buttplug. “Stay there” he said, “I’ve got another present for you”. Long Weekend – Part 2 He got off the bed and went over to his pile of clothes where he messaged someone on his phone before coming back to the bed. He told me to turn over and sit up, which I did, and he gave me one of the premade bombs of mcat and crystal meth and I swallowed it with the drink laced with GHB. After he’d helped me with a glass of water to wash away the taste he told me that his friends hadn’t let him down but were actually in a van outside and he’d messaged them to come in. I asked how many and how old they were, he told me that there were three of them, two other young guys like him, 23 and 26, and their daddy, 48, who had the thickest cock he’s ever seen and had piercings along the whole length of it. By now the chems had really kicked in and I couldn’t think about anything other than getting my hole used and seeded. The idea of these four guys taking turns to breed me seemed like heaven so of course I agreed. He told me to take some more poppers to get me really flying and then they would start using my holes. After the second hit of poppers I heard them coming up the stairs, I was still blindfolded but I could hear three new voices. The older guy, who they all called Daddy, told them to unpack the equipment and set it up by the bed. I asked what equipment and they told me that it was a video camera and tripod and a few straps and sex toys. I could’ve tried to refuse but there were four of them and only one of me, and I was so high that I would agree to anything. Whilst the three lads set up the camera, Daddy stripped off and got on to the bed, pushing my on to my back and propping my plugged arse up on pillows to make it more accessible. He gently teased the buttplug and pulled it out of me slowly, allowing a stream of pink cum to run out of my gaping hole. Daddy scooped some of it up with his fingers and pushed it back into my hole, then used the rest to smear over his thick pierced cock. He slapped my exposed hole with the head of his rapidly hardening cock, causing the piercings down the length of his shaft to jangle against each other. He positioned the head of his cock against my hole, took a hit of poppers and then held the bottle under my nose for six long slow hits. My hole opened up and he started to push his thick pierced cock inside me. I had never been fucked my a pierced cock before and every piercing sent a new wave of slutty pleasure through my body as they forced their way in through my ring and rubbed against my prostate. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever had and I felt so full. Daddy asked me if I liked his cock and all I could do was whimper in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slid in and out of me slowly, the metalwork in his cock rubbing my delicate insides, and his three sons were watching and wanking. Daddy pulled out and rubbed some more crystal meth around my gaping hole to make me hornier and sluttier and more relaxed. After the burn had subsided and he had pushed his cock back inside me I begged for more. He told his youngest son, Josh, to slide his cock into me at the same time. After a couple of changes of position, Josh’s 8 inch cock was hammering in and out of my hole whilst Daddy enjoyed the new tightness. I could tell that Daddy was getting close to cumming because his breathing was deeper and his groans were more frequent. He told Josh to pull out and to hold my cunt wide open with both hands and then he wanked himself off all over my hole before telling Josh to fist it into me. It burned as Josh fisted it deep into my guts and it felt like no cum I’d ever had before. I asked Daddy what had happened and he chuckled and said “Welcome to the family, you belong to me now, you’re carrying my strain”. He got off the bed and told Josh and Zack, the eldest, to finish me off. They got me on all fours and spitroasted me, taking turns to use my hole and my mouth, the taste of poz cum on their cocks. Joey, who had been quietly operating the video camera, came over to the bed and released my rock hard cock from my jockstrap and started to wank me, more and more precum oozed out of my cock as he played with my sensitive head. “I’m going to suck your last ever load of neg cum out of you” he said as he slid underneath me to suck me off and watch his brothers breed my hole. As Zack shot the last drop of cum into my hole and pushed the buttplug back to keep it all inside, I came into Joey’s mouth, the most powerful orgasm of my life. I collapsed onto the bed with a massive smile on my face and four poz loads in my sloppy greedy hole. Long Weekend – Part 3 I had lost all track of time and couldn’t even tell if it was day or night. I slipped the blindfold off and looked around my room. At first I wasn’t sure if I had imagined what had just happened but I could hear the guys downstairs and my arse was sore and plugged. I slipped the cum-drenched jockstrap off and put it in the laundry basket before putting a towel around my waist and heading for the shower. The hot water felt amazing against my skin and I gingerly squatted down and eased the plug out of my arse. A huge blob of thick pinky white cum fell out of me, followed by a stream of yet more cum. I touched my hole with my fingers and it wasn’t closing. I tried to clench but it just stayed open and gaping. I finished washing, towelled myself off and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. The four guys were in the lounge watching porn on the TV. I downed my glass of water and sat down on the sofa between two of them. None of them were in their 20s or 30s, they were all older guys in their 40s and 50s who had duped me with false photos and I had been blindfolded. Each of them had a large toxic symbol tattooed above his cock and they smiled as I realised what had happened. Daddy, the oldest guy in his late 50s, explained that they had all been poz for at least twenty years and had never had any treatment so their viral loads were as high as possible. The told me that they enjoyed pozzing slutty young bottom boys like me and increasing the size of their poz family. Before I could reply, Daddy asked me what my deepest darkest fantasy was now that there were no repercussions. I sat quietly for a bit, thinking, and then said that it was being gang raped by hung black poz guys and being fisted between each cock until my rosebud hung out. All four guys smiled and nodded – they definitely approved and their cocks were hardening again. Daddy asked me if I knew of anyone could help so I nodded and went upstairs to get my phone. I texted my dealer Kirk and explained what had happened and asked if he’d be up for joining in, then I texted my mate Tim from back home and told him what had happened and asked if he was free to come down for the weekend. Tim and I had had a dirty weekend of breeding and fisting in a hotel a couple of years previously and it was his goal to give me a permanent rosebud. I waited for a reply then realised that it was Friday morning and they would probably still be asleep. To my surprise, Kirk replied first and said that he wasn’t free until the afternoon but he was definitely up for breeding my hole with his poz cum. Then he sent me a photo of his cock and the rumours were not wrong – it was huge with a big metal ring through the end of it. And above his cock, tattooed but slightly hidden by his pubes, was a toxic symbol. I replied with a message of my ruined hole and told him that I couldn’t wait for later. Tim replied about half an hour later and explained that he had work, but when I told him what our plan was and that he could actually live his fantasy and turn my rosebud inside out, he called into work saying he was ill and started the drive down to my place. By the time Tim and Kirk arrived the four guys had all dumped at least one more load in me and ravaged my hole with the selection of toys that they had brought with them. After the introductions, Daddy took me upstairs to my bedroom where my bed had been pushed to one side and a sex swing had been erected with plastic sheeting to protect the floor. One video camera had been attached to the top of the frame looking straight down at where my arse would be, and the other was on a tripod looking at my arse. Daddy helped me to prepare some drinks laced with GHB and large bombs of mcat, crystal meth, and the mysterious powder that Kirk had given me for free. I took two large bombs with a drink of GHB before getting into the sling and Daddy strapped my feet up before rubbing a generous dose of crystal meth inside my hole. He passed me a fresh bottle of extra strong poppers and asked me if I was ready. I nodded, took a couple of huffs of the poppers and relaxed back into the sling. I was absolutely flying by the time Kirk walked in through the door, his massive black cock pointing straight out in front of him. I looked at him and said “Breed me”. Without putting any lube or spit on his cock or my hole he just shoved the whole thing inside me and started fucking me mercilessly. I could feel the big metal ring rubbing against my prostate and up through my second ring. He looked deep into my eyes and said “Beg for it”. I took two more hits of poppers so that my hole was as open as it could be and started chanting “Breed me with your poz load” over and over again. His thrusts got deeper and I could feel his cock getting harder and thicker inside me. Then he exploded inside my hole and continued to fuck me hard, rubbing his toxic load into my guts. He slapped my face hard and shouted open your mouth before spitting on my face. I licked my lips and he did it again before pulling out and shouting for Tim to come upstairs. As Tim walked in, I was licking the mixture of blood, cum and ass juices off Kirk’s cock. Tim scooped up some of the cum that had dribbled onto the floor and used it to lube up his fists before ramming one inside me. He punch fucked me for a few minutes and then started pushing his second fist inside. Kirk held the bottle of poppers under my nose and made me take hit after hit. Soon both of Tim’s fists were punching in and out of me and my hole felt amazing. He pushed both fists in as deep as they would go and and then pulled them out quickly at the same time, causing some of my rosebud to come out of my hole completely. He stood there and stared at it. I was too loose and relaxed to suck it back inside myself, it just hung there, dripping with poz cum. He massaged my delicate insides with his hands and then started to fuck them with his precum covered cock. Waves of pleasure shot through my body as Tim added his load to my sloppy ruined cunt. He pulled out and walked around the sling so I could suck his cock clean. He looked into my eyes and said “I’m poz too, always have been” and winked. I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and smiled. Long Weekend - Part 4 The guys unloaded their fucking machine from the back of the van and attached it to the frame of the sex swing, lining up the large ribbed dildo with my ruined hole. My arse was so full of cum that I didn’t need any lube, but they rubbed a generous portion of crystal meth over the end of the dildo to push it deep into my hole. They turned on the fucking machine and it slowly started to slide in and out of my cunt, I was in heaven. They turned up the speed until it was running at maximum and the dildo was just a blur as it pounded my hole relentlessly. They gave me another bomb of chems with some GHB and left me there with a bottle of poppers. They took my phone downstairs and logged into my Grindr account, updating the profile name to “No load refused” and started chatting to anyone who showed any interest. Within an hour they had 8 confirmed guys to come over and breed me, from 19 to 72 years of age. They came upstairs after an hour to find me in a world of euphoria, covered in my own cum and with a messy gaping cummy hole that offered no resistance to the relentless assault from the fuck machine. They switched it off and pulled it out of me before undoing my straps and helping me out of the swing and into the shower. They washed me and made me presentable for the queue of guys who were waiting to breed me. They had been told that there were no limits and no rules, except that their loads had to go up my ass. To avoid having lots of different cars arriving at the house and drawing unwanted attention, they decided to take me in the van to a local area of woodland that was well known for cruising. The 8 guys would meet us there and take turns breeding me. I put on a jockstrap, some loose shorts and a t-shirt and jumped into the back of the van, which had a mattress in. Joey drove with Josh and Zack beside him in the front. Daddy, Kirk and Tim got in the back with me and took turns fucking me as we drove to the woods. Once we were there, Kirk asked if I’d ever tried slamming before. I said that I hadn’t and that I wasn’t keen on trying. Kirk winked at Daddy and Tim and they pinned me down so that Kirk would inject me with a decent hit of crystal meth. I felt the sharp point of the needle and then they released the tourniquet, the rush engulfed my body and I coughed hard before falling back on to the mattress. I was in outer space and could think of nothing but filling my hole; it was so hungry; it needed to be filled. Daddy saw the hunger in my eyes and lay on his back and told me to sit on his thick pierced cock, then Kirk came up behind me and slid his monster black cock inside me at the same time. I was in heaven as they fucked me. There was a knock at the back door and Tim opened in cautiously. It was the 19-year-old, he was tall and muscular and was wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a tank top. A large patch of precum was seeping across his shorts, that were tight against his big cock. Clearly turned on by the site of my hole being raped by these two older guys, he jumped into the back of the van and unleashed his veiny cock. Daddy and Kirk pulled out and put me on my back ready to receive this 19-year-old’s seed. His balls were the size of eggs and hung low in a perfectly smooth ballbag. He milked his cock and a glob of yellow green goo eased out of his piss slit. The other guys looked at him and said “no load refused” and pulled my legs back to expose my trashed hole. The 19-year-old rubbed the infectious puss over my hole and then slammed into me with all his weight. He reached over me and picked up a large dildo and told me to take some poppers. Tim held the poppers under my nose as the 19-year-old lad forced the dildo into my hole beside his cock, then he picked up another one and tried to do the same, but it was a bit too big. “Give him some more chems” he said as he fucked my hole with his dick and the dildo. Kirk pulled out the bag with the winky smiley on it and said “this is what he needs” before mixing some with GHB, mcat, crystal meth and Red Bull. I downed the mixture and Kirk gave me another slam. Five minutes later both dildos were firmly in my hole and the 19-year-old was close to cumming. Tim went behind the 19-year-old and without warning pushed his precum-covered dick up his tight hole. The 19-year-old screamed for Tim to stop but Daddy and Kirk pinned him down on top of me and spread his ass cheeks so Tim could fuck him easier. I held the poppers under the 19-year-old’s nose and he soon started enjoying the fuck and moaning. Then I felt his cock twitch and unload his dirty spunk deep into my hole. His hole tightened around Tim’s cock and Tim shot his poz load up the young lads hole. He thought the fucking was over but then the three blokes who had been in the front of the van came to take turns with their new fuck toy. After he’d taken loads from everyone, he was sent away to find more guys.

I had been back in London for a few weeks, after years away, and had not had a chance to seek out any gay cruising haunts, all the ones I had known in the 90's were gone, but after I got a job on a building site in the borough and was carrying on with my closeted life. There was no chance that any of the other guys were up for a bit of cock action. I had just finished a Saturday morning shift (Saturdays are half days on building sites) and most of the other lads were either going to football matches or home to the family. I decided I'd hit one of the local pubs before heading home, so I went into a little pub near Borough Station and ordered up my usual bottle of Becks and started reading a paper. After a few minutes I got the feeling I was being watched and realised a guy was furtively steeling glances at me, but as it was definately not a gay bar I just ignored my feeling and got back to my paper. After a while I headed to to toilet for a piss and was pleased and surprised to find the guy who I thought had been watching me, follow me in. He gave me a smile as he pulled up to the next urinal and fished his dick out of his jeans. When I saw he was semi-hard I knew where this was going, or at least, I thought I did. At this point I should describe myself. I am 33 and in pretty good shape from working the building game for the last five years, am six feet in height, 12.5 stone and have a smooth body with a nice seven inch dick. I have never been out, and other than the guys I've had sex with, pretty much no-one else knows I'm gay. Back to Saturday afternoon now.... "So, you been working today", the guy with the semi said, starting up a conversation. I checked him out and we were a pretty good match, about the same age, height and weight, although I must admit his dick looked like it had an extra inch or two on mine. "Yes mate, just finished on the site" I replied, stroking my own semi now to let him know I was interested. "Any plans for the afternoon?" he asked, still stroking his now hard and very nice dick. "No, I'm easy" I said, adding "I haven't made any plans yet." He told me had a place five minutes away and asked me if I wanted to come round, introducing himself as Stuart. "Sure mate" I said, "I'm Al." We got to his place in the promised five minutes, and he immediately started stripping off his clothing. He had a lean body with a dusting of hair on his chest and abs, and when his shorts came off, his dick stood proud at a good eight inches with a lovely big mushroom head already dripping some pre-cum. By this time I was also naked, and I immediately went down onto my knees and put the tip of my tongue againt his slit and lapped up the trickle of juice oozing from his tool. I worked my way round his dickhead before enveloping the bellend wholly in my mouth and tasting his hot cock. As an expert deepthroat, it wasn't long before his whole dick was sliding in and out of my throat. He moved us onto his bed and, as I continued sucking on his dick, he starting fingering at my ass while I ladled some of the thick gloopy spit you produce when giving deepthroat onto my ass to lube his fingers and my ass. "Man, I want to fuck that ass" he commented as he continued opening up my hole with his fingers, adding "I wanna feel my dick inside that hot hole. Suck my dick and make it real hard and wet for your hole." "Fuck Stuart, I want your dick in my hole. Don't worry mate, you can have as much of my ass as you like. I'll make sure your dick is good and hard to fuck me, dig out the condoms and get ready to fill my hole." Stuart pulled his dick away from me and got off the bed, suddenly the whole mood had changed. "What's up mate, what did I say? I thought we were going well." "Fuck sake Al, why did you have to mention condoms? I only fuck bareback. I fucking hate condoms, I never use them. I was hoping to fuck you raw. A fuck isn't a fuck unless you finish the job and dump your load in a hot ass. That's what's on offer here, mate. If you want to get fucked, you're gonna take it raw - and you are gonna have to take a load. Sorry Al, but that's the way it is." Well fuck me, we've all had the bareback fantasies, imagining taking loads, feeling a guy cum inside us, and now here it was, on offer, right infront of me, and on offer from a real horny fucker with a dick like a pornstar. "Sorry Stuart, I didn't mean to ruin the mood. I just assumed it would be with a condom, but if bareback is what's on offer, then bareback it is!" There it was. I said it. I had just agreed to my first bareback fuck! I didn't know I was going to say it until the words came out my mouth but I said yes to bareback and I had the biggest hardon of my life! The change in the mood now was even more marked than before, but this time it was a change for the better. A big change for the better! A real evil smirk appeared on Stuarts face as he told me to kneel on the edge of the bed and let him see my asshole. I knelt on the bed and raised my ass in the air exposing my hole to him, ready to take my first raw dick. I felt his dickhead rub up and down going over my hole, smearing me with his precum and teasing at my bud, then he started working it in, gently easing the head into my well-lubed hole until my ass muscles clamped round the mushroom head as it passed my sphincter. I had never felt more fucking horny in my life. He continued easing his dick into my ass until I felt his pubes on my back and his balls touching mine, then he started long slow strokes in and out, over and over, just massaging my guts with his huge mushroom cock. "How does that feel AL?", he asked as he fucked away at my ass, "there's no better feeling than raw cock inside you, is there? I can tell how much you love my raw cock. You're purring like fucking kitten - you're fucking loving it." I was loving it, and I told him as much, but honestly there was no need: my body was sending out messages that I could never find words to convey. "OK Al, turn over onto your back. I'm getting pretty close and I want us to be face to face, eyeball to eyeball, when I give you your first load. I want your eyes to tell me how much you want it, and I want you to see in my eyes exactly what I am giving you." For the few seconds that he was out of my ass when we were adjusting positions I felt so empty. This experience was very different than anything I had felt before. It was really intense and I didn't just want that dick back inside me, I needed that dick back inside me! I lay on my back and raised my legs onto his shoulders, not taking my eyes off of his as he re-entered my hole, quickly resuming a steady and intense fucking motion using my ass as it had never been used before. Every stroke felt like heaven, and now I could look into his eyes and see how much it meant to him, it meant even more to me. I had to please this man, I had to give him what he wanted. I had to take his load. "No going back now, no going back now," he said, adding "After you have taken this boy, everything changes. There's no going back, for what you are about to receive you should be truly thankful. No going back Al. This is it. This is where it all changes. Fuck Al, there's no going back." He managed one more time as he let out a huge roar as he started dumping his seed deep inside me. He never closed his eyes and never took them off my eyes for a single second as pumped load after load of seed into me. After a few minutes he collapsed on top of me and we lay there, him still inside me, for about ten minutes before he had the energy to move or speak. He gently slipped his dick out of my ass and kissed me on the lips, asking "Do you know what just happened? Do you know what I just gave you?" I kissed him and with a smile replied "I think you may just have given me my freedom." He smiled broadly. Over the rest of Saturday, Sunday and Monday, when I called the site to say I couldn't come in, I thought I'd picked up a bug. Stuart was either on the phone or the net, getting all his buddies to come over and play with his new toy - me! By the time I finally went home on Monday night, I had gone from vanilla closet boy, to bareback slut, having taken 14 loads from his friends and an additional five from Stuart. Every time I took a load that weekend he asked me if I knew what I had just been given, and every time I replied "Yes, and thank you!"

I was gearing up for my 21st birthday when my boyfriend—Daddy, as I call him—told me he had something “special” planned. He’s 49, roided up gorilla with the hairiest chest and body, a deep, low voice, gaze that melts me on the spot, and the thickest, uncut 8” cock that makes my eyes cross. The kind of man whose natural musk sticks in your nose and whose words rewire your brain. The only thing he told me was to be showered, jock-strapped, and ready at 5:00 PM sharp. No exceptions. I hate surprises. I really do. But Daddy? He knows exactly how to make disobedience feel like a missed orgasm. So, naturally, I obeyed. By noon, he texted me: “Hope you’re getting ready, boy. Tonight’s the kind of memory your hole won’t forget.” I stared at the message. My throat dried. My hole twitched. I texted back a simple: “Yes, Daddy. Ready and waiting.” At 5:00 PM on the dot, I stood by the door—heart racing, body buzzing, wearing only a cropped mesh tank top and a snug, barely-there jock. When the knock came, I flung it open with a grin… only to find that Daddy wasn’t there. Instead, six men stood outside. Two I recognized—his friends. Both tall, hairy, gruff, and always ready to treat me like the toy I am when Daddy gives the green light. The other foour? New. One was a towering Black man with broad shoulders and a thick silver chain hanging between his pecs. Another, a densely furred Latin bull with a beard that could scratch sin into your skin. Then I had spotted this middle eastern stud who had already had a bit of fun with me in the gym showers a few times before. And then the last guy I couldn’t place, but he was this ripped daddy, silver hair, massive hands and a bulge that I could tell was already pulsing. Before I could speak, one of Daddy’s friends grinned and stepped forward. “Happy birthday, boy,” he said, cupping my chin. “Your present’s here. Now be a good boy and get on your knees.” I hesitated only long enough to smile. Then dropped. The moment I hit the floor, rough hands pulled me further inside. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud. Jackets hit the floor. Belts came undone. Cocks—fat, thick, dripping anticipation—were pulled out like weapons at a ceremonial sacrifice. And I was the altar. Daddy and I have an understanding. I’m his. He shares me. Sometimes with one other man. Sometimes with five or many more. Sometimes while he watches, jerking off in the shadows with a smile. And always—always—with my enthusiastic, filthy smile. I’m a slut for men, but daddies the absolute most. Especially ones who take what they want. One of his friends tugged my head back by the hair and dragged his massive, uncut cock across my lips. I opened wide, already leaking, already throbbing in my jock. The other slipped behind me, yanking my cheeks apart and spitting down my hole. “Daddy said you’d be ready,” he muttered, voice thick with heat. “Said you’d be dripping for us.” “I am,” I gasped. “Please. Use me. This cunt is yours!” And that’s exactly what they did. Mouth, throat, hole, hands—I was filled. Stretched. Commanded. Praised and degraded in equal measure. My gag reflex surrendered early. My moans turned into choked gasps as cocks rotated in and out of my body. One man slapped my cheek while I sucked another. Another whispered in my ear that Daddy wanted me broken in before dinner. That he wanted to taste other men on my breath. The Latin stud bent me over the couch and slid into me with one long, aching thrust. I saw stars. My back arched. The Black bull filled my throat from the other side, each thrust of his hips burying himself deeper down my gullet. I drooled. I whimpered. I thrived. These weren’t casual fucks. These were daddies with purpose. The two men I knew—Marcus and Reed—watched like connoisseurs between rounds. They took turns fingering me, tugging on my jock, whispering filth into my ears while I got spit-roasted by the others. “Your Daddy wanted you ruined,” Marcus said, stroking himself. “He said you could take it. That your slutty little hole was hungry.” “Yes…” I whispered, breathless. “Please don’t stop…” Sweat dripped off their chests and pooled on my back. Every thrust, every grunt, every slap of skin made my body sing. They weren’t gentle. They were experienced. Confident. Cruel in that worshipful way men get when they see how much you love it. They each took their turns, filling up every inch of me. Spitting on me. Shoving my face in their ripe, sweaty pits. Massive feet pushing down on my head as they double penetrated me over and over. I didn’t know how long I’d been used. But by the time the Black bull grabbed my hips and drove in with a deep, rumbling growl, I knew he was close. The Middle Eastern daddy was already in me as I made out with him and licked his thick Nipple piercings. Then that bull slid in and I was in heaven! And when he finally came—deep, hot, thick inside me—I arched like a possessed thing. A primal sound left my throat. He pulled out slowly, and I felt it all dripping down. But there was still all the other cocks left. They each took their turns, using me harder and harder. They knew what a slut I was and Daddy had told them that everything was on the table. I took fists, sucked on feet, even drank two of their piss. Each one left me covered in their sweat, spit, cum, and more. As each one emptied deep in my cunt, and a few even gave me a second or third across my pretty face. I thought they were done. Each having filled me up. But the Latin daddy stepped forward, smirking. “You still got room, birthday boy?” I grinned, throat sore, ass gaping. “I was made for it.” He pushed me onto all fours and lined himself up. His cock was slick, thick, and uncut. And to top it off, a massive 00G Prince Albert was hanging off his pulsing cock. Pushing the foreskin back, begging to be deep in me again. He leaned forward, spit a massive lougie into my mouth, and said, “Hold the fuck on.” He didn’t thrust—he claimed. Hard. Deep. Brutal. I moaned like a bitch in heat, fingers clawing the rug. My jaw hung open as the Black bull stepped forward and shoved his softening cock back into my mouth. Used. Filled. Worshiped. Degraded. I was their birthday ritual, and they gave me the kind of communion no church could ever rival. By 6:20, they were all standing over me—sweaty, satisfied, their cum painting my thighs and dripping down my chin. My jockstrap was ruined. My body wrecked. “Time to get dressed,” Reed said, slapping my ass. “Daddy’s downstairs.” I staggered into my usual short shorts and a hoodie, my insides still warm and leaking. They kissed me, messy and loud, spitting a bit more down my used throat, before escorting me down the stairs like some fucked-out prince. There he was—Daddy—leaning against his car, sunglasses on, that smirk that could undo me in a second. “Well?” he asked Marcus. “We gave him your message,” he replied. “And then some.” “Good,” Daddy said, stepping forward and kissing me hard. He looked me over, his cock visibly hard in his jeans. “Because I’ve got plans for the rest of the night. And it’s my turn now.” He went in to give me another deep kiss when I felt his large, hairy hands slide down my back and finger my sloppy, dripping hole. He pulled it out, put it deep in my throat, then spit all over my face. He opened the car door. I slid in, body humming, throat raw and hole aching. He got in, reached across, unzipped his jeans, and nodded. “Come on, birthday boy. Let’s see if you’ve still got it in you.” As we left the parking lot, Daddy’s friends staring at us, I leaned over and took daddy’s massive, throbbing cock down my throat another time. And the night was just beginning.