My Blindfolded Bareback Fuckfest

Hello again, after a very dry spell over Christmas and new year in January I met a guy via Grindr. I went round to his house two days running and he fucked me so deeply. After the second visit he asked me if I would be interested in meeting for a group fuck.

Of course I drooled a yes to him. He said he would sort it out for the last weekend of the month.

He said he would invite round as many guys as he could get together. I told him it was all OK and that I would be very happy to take as many men as he could get.

I told him I didn’t mind if I was drained of jizz over and over and I didn’t care if I was tired and sore afterwards. He said I was a truly slutty little puppy and I told him of course I was.

I’m just a young gay male who loves getting pounded. What is wrong in that?

For the rest of the month my mind wandered to what might happen at this party, I dreamed of guzzling down load after creamy load. I wanted it; I needed to prove to myself that I’m just a dirty little cum slut with a whore’s asshole. I had to do it, I had to bend myself for these men, and I had to allow them to do whatever the fuck they wanted to me.

I was theirs. They were my masters. They were gods who were going to fill me with their seed. Every time I thought of the upcoming party I got hard and wet straight away. I would be sat on the bus travelling to town and my boner would be pushing tight against the inside of my jeans.

I thought I'm just a little slutty toy for him and his friends, just a cum puppy to pass around, to tease, play with, to use and abuse.

Over the years I’ve learnt how to suck cock very well, how to deep throat dick without choking, how to lay back and relax my boy pussy for all men’s cocks, to keep going even after they've cum, to hold back my own cum until permission is given.

I’ve always made sure I’ve learn how to enjoy the generosity of these men who so kindly have given me the gift of their huge cocks deep inside me.

On the day of the party I arrived early and the host greeted me at the door and roughly dragged me inside. He told me he had managed to get some men together but he wouldn’t tell me how many.

He led me upstairs to the bedroom. On the double bed were some leg and wrist straps.

He made me strip and lie face down. He put a couple of pillows under me so my butt was up in the air and then he tied my hands and ankles to the bed.

Then he lay across me and put two cotton balls over each of my eyes and then with gaffer tape he taped my eyes tightly shut.

Then I waited. My hard dick throbbing underneath me, I was so excited.

I heard voices coming up the stairs, and then I heard three of maybe four male voices. They were checking out their prize. Hands and fingers explored me. Fully deep into my asshole and forced into my mouth.

Then the fucking began, I felt a heavy body push me down into the bed and he started.

Heavy quick jabs inside me with his dick. He called me a dirty slut and said I was worthless and this was all that I was good for. I agreed, but as I spoke he hit me sharply across the back of the head. I was told to shut up and to know my place. I stayed silent for the rest of the night.

After I felt three different body weights and types forcing me downward into the bed the host left the room. I heard him leaving and telling the others that more guys had arrived.

Maybe an hour later I had been fucked over and over by many different men. I’ve no idea by how many. They took turns in my asshole and mouth.

I swallowed their cum and then piss. My belly extended from all of the creamy loads and yummy tasting piss.

My butt was awash with jizz and I could felt it dripping down between my legs and under me, covering the back of my balls.

This was paradise to me. This is what I’ve dreamt about for the whole month and of course longer.

I lost count of how many loads I had taken and how many times I was fucked. I’ve no idea of how many men was there that night. I know it was far more that ten different voices.

All calling me names and telling me what a dirty slut and cum hungry whore I was.

They were all correct of course. I am.

I felt the tape rip from my face and my arms and legs untied. I had my clothes thrown at me and I was ordered to leave. I dressed as I went down the stairs.

The host told me I had done very well. I asked if it could happen again, I was sore and dripping, but I wanted more. He told me that I was damaged goods now. But that he would see.

I hope I go again. I’ll keep dreaming.

Catch you later XXXX.

My ‘Accidental’ Nudity

Hello Jamie here. I’ve discovered a new pleasure.

For years I’ve known I enjoy being naked and I love other people seeing my body, I’ve also loved doing things in public places. Either it be getting my dick sucked by a busy main road or getting cum forced up into my asshole in a crowded gents toilets. I love all of that. The fact people are so close to me while I’m being such a vile and dirty little slut is a total thrill.

A month ago I was dragged out of bed early to go supermarket shopping with my mother. I had been lazy in dressing and had just thrown on my trainers, a sweatshirt and my ratty old pair of jogging sweatpants, nothing else, no socks and no underwear.

As I wandered around the aisles, half asleep still, I found myself playing with my waistband. I toyed with the old frayed tie core. The band has been loose for a year or so now. The sweatpants were second hand when I bought them from the charity shop, they were cheap and that was all that mattered, I dislike clothes. If I could be naked all the time I would. I've spoken to Corbin, my nudist friend, if we won millions on the lottery we are going to build a nudist town. It would be a true place of freedom and honesty, somewhere for people of all ages, races and sex to enjoy the ecstasy of being free with their bodies.

Green spaces in the town centre for open air and public sex. All schools and businesses would be fully nude.  And shops and supermarkets just like the one I found myself pushing a battered trolley around far too early to be awake.

I pulled my pants back up for the sixth or seventh time and I realised something. Half of my butt had been fully on display for several people. My cock woke up. I felt the blood rising and the swell begin.

If my pants were to fall to the floor everybody in the aisle would see my engorged dick, they would look upon my naked buttocks and legs. This gave me a rush of excitement. I decided to see how long it would be before my pants fell down. I wouldn't pull them up anymore. I would let them slide down over my buttocks. I've such a shapely pair of buttocks that once over half way the pants would fall down to my knees or further.

I pushed the trolley up and down, my mother always rips the shopping list in half and she goes off her way and I have to go off and do mine. I was stood in the canned food aisle when it happened.

I reached up for a can from a higher shelf and since I'm such a short ass I had to stand on tiptoes. 

My pants fell down to my ankles. I looked round to see who had seen, a few old ladies, their male partners and a mother and her son. I knew what I had to do, if I showed any sign that I wanting them to see my naked flesh I would be dead. I hurriedly fumbled my pants back up and acted as embarrassed as I could. What a terrible thing to have happened to a young male in found of a crowd of strangers.

I slapped my already hardening penis away and quickly pushed my trolley down and around the corner. Their shocked faces filled my head. Some of them where embarrassed for me, some were just laughing with the uncomfortable moment they had just witnessed. I left the trolley at the end of an aisle and hastily walked to the toilets, the thin cloth of my sweatpants already tenting with the force of my rigid dick before I got there.

There was nobody there, I pulled my pants fully to the floor in the centre of the room and began to jerk off with such a heavy hand and fast pounding forceful thrusts that my balls fizzed and I jizzed in a matter of seconds. My substantial load hitting the back of the urinal with some power. I stood there drained with the excitement of the last few minutes; I pulled my pants up to my knees and pissed the jizz down the wall into the gutter.

I wanted to do it again straight away, I wanted to have more people see my nakedness, but I knew I would be asking for trouble to pull the same stunt twice in the same place on the same day, so I resisted. I went back to my shopping.

But the idea of doing it again lay in my head for days afterwards, so I went into town on the bus, I decided that I wouldn't pull my pants up and wait for them to fall, I would fumble with them and take as long as I possibly could to get them back up, to be quick but to make such an act of it that people saw my cock, balls and butt for longer.

I didn't have to wait long. I stood up at the bus station to get off the bus and as I went down the step of the bus, they fell. A queue of people stood there. Man, women and children. All of them stared and were shocked to see my large penis flop out of my tattered sweatpants. Such pleasure as a wave of horniness filled me. I did the act well, I looked shocked and red faced and walked quickly to the bus station toilets. I was going to jerk off again. But there I found it busy with my types of guys, all looking for sex. So I took my pick and went into a cubical with him. I stripped fully naked and let him have me.

I will do it again, I know I will. Hopefully next time with larger crowds and a different set of people. The thrill is in the waiting for my pants to fall. But you know me, they always will.

Catch you later XXXX

Corbin and the Sexual Imbalance

Hello Corbin the family nudist again.

Today Jamie has asked me to put into writing something I don’t often talk about in public, my illness. I suffer from a chemical imbalance. My brain doesn't make the right mix of chemicals, this means I'm not able to sleep for long periods, and it also means I get "waves". Let me explain what my waves are. They are a feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach. I feel them building up. It’s a wave of horniness. The tiniest little thing can set these waves off.

My older brother is 22 and he suffers from the same ‘waves’ but never as harsh as some of mine. No this isn't going to be some lame ass incest story. This is my real life and this is how my brother and I deal with this. My brother was 10 when he was first tested and diagnosed with this imbalance and I didn't show signs until I was 13.

Luckily our younger brother has not shown signs yet, but he is only 12. I hope it skips him.

When a wave hits I get a feeling in my stomach and light headedness behind my eyes. If I let it last for long my skin starts to feel like it is on fire and my face goes red. My mother can sometimes spot this before I know an attack is happening. My eyes will water and my head will begin to hurt if I don’t release the feeling. We do this by jerking off. The chemicals built up and released when we ejaculate stops the pain.

I've read medical reports about this and seen films about it. Some poor people don’t have loving caring families around them. Thankfully we do.

We have been taught never to be ashamed of our need to jerk off. We have been told to never leave and do it in private or to say sorry afterwards. It is a need that we much for fill for the sake of our own well-being.

For example we were all watching the TV on a family night together. We were watching the show that around the world is called “Dancing with the Stars”.

The men in their tight shirts and hard bodies, I knew I was going to start a wave. My mother asked me if I was OK. I told her I was going to ‘wave’. Rather than me running away and hiding in my bedroom, ashamed of my illness, my mother just handed me the kitchen paper towel from beside the sofa and I started to jerk off. I wasn't watched, it wasn't something I needed to do in front of them to enjoy the feeling. It was just something I've done for the last few years. I jerked myself to release and then cleaned up with the paper towel and folded it up and carried on watching the TV.

If my older brother is in the room with me and one of us has an attack it will set the other one off. So to counteract this we will jerk off together.

The lack of sleep means I'm awake after only a few hours sleep. So my brother and I will go for walks. We will pick a place on the map. Drive up there, strip to our skins, fill a rucksack and just go for a wander. Our favourite place to go is up in the hills and woods outside of our town. We walk up the dirt path with our torches and sit on the top of the hill on the smooth rocks and watch the sun rise. As the sun creeps up over the town we jerk off together. We sit facing each other with our feet touching and we will jerk off. It helps that I’m with someone who understands my needs and who is capable of watching me jerking my thick dick and never once has judged me.

If I am out shopping in the city and I get an attack it is sometimes very difficult to find a public toilet. So I know every hidden alleyway in that town now. Also if I am near the toilets by the train station I will go there and hopefully someone will be able to help me release before the pains gets too much for me to bear.

Since I started this when I had just turned 13 I had to drop out of school of course. I started to be home schooled. My brother had turned 18, so his tutor took over my schooling. His name is Killian and he went to school with our father. He trained as a special needs teacher. So our needs are pretty much special.

He comes to the house Monday to Friday and Saturday mornings because we sometimes have a half day. It’s from ten AM to four PM. We do it in the office at the back of the garage building. I am naked because it is my wish and because it is our home and I shouldn't feel uncomfortable. My brother did dress for his lessons. I can’t, I'm just too awkward when dressed. Killian doesn't get undressed, trust me I've tried.

If I am having a bad day with my illness I am allowed to play with my willy during lessons. I sit with a towel under my bum and one on the floor by my legs, because I pre-cum a hell of a lot.

Killian will also call for “wank breaks” if I have an attack. He will often go into the garden for a walk or to the kitchen for yet another coffee. Sometimes he will sit there behind his desk and check on his laptop or phone.

This helps, him being in the room with me is wrong and my twisted head likes this. He has been with me in that room and seeing me jerk off and jizzing since I was 13 years old. He is a total professional.

I’m not sure what else I can say about this, I'm sure someone out there will have questions, so ask them and I’ll write the answers up for Jamie sometime.

Hope you liked hearing about something very different to your normal lives. Also if you got off to it, then that is OK I understand. The thought of a teenage boy jerking off with his brother or in front of his family is something you read about in lame incest stories. So I understand that some guys are into that.

Hope you jizzed a huge load. Yours Corbin.

Corbin, My Nudist Friend

I've been a friend of Jamie’s for quite a few months now and he likes hearing about my life. He has asked me to write some of my life up so he can share it with some of you.

Hello there, I'm Corbin, I'm 17 years old and I live in the UK with my parents and my younger brother who is 12. I also have an older brother, 22, but he moved out of the main house before Christmas to live with his girlfriend in the bedroom over the garage.

We are a family of nudists. Since I was born into it and it’s in my DNA I don’t see a thing wrong with it. But I'm not so stupid that I don’t know that some other people would find it weird to be naked around your parents and brothers.
My parents are very open and here at home they run an open door rule, no secrets, no matter what.
So as well as never closing the few doors we do have, we know absolutely everything about each other. Also we have seen each other doing pretty much everything you can think of over the years.

I know both my parents are bisexual and that in college they both dated the same guy for a while. I know my older brother is 99.99% straight, but likes to have his sexual partners stick a finger up his asshole when he jizzes. I also know my little brother is in a world of his own and never really knows what the hell is going on most of the time.

I have a boyfriend. He is 19. When he first started coming over to the house he was a bit awkward, OK, to be honest, a lot awkward. We don’t force a person to strip, that isn't our way. But if people want to, then that’s cool. He would get hard around my dad and older brother. So for the first few months whenever he visited he would only strip down to his underwear and t-shirt.
He is much more used to us now, so he gets down to his skins like the rest of us. He just has to get used to my little brother using him as a climbing wall now. No idea why lil bro does that. It’s just a thing he likes to do, he will run at you and climb all over you.

I better answer the questions I get asked the most. We are a nudist family; we are nude any time we are home indoors or in our back garden. We also holiday at a nudist camp site in the south of France.

It is gay friendly but there are many families that go there too. The camp is set out into groups of different sets of cabins. There is an entertainment building with a pool, bar and hall. There are games rooms and a tennis court.

There is a huge land area. If you follow the back track from the cabins down the nature trail you come to the woods and if you take the path through them you come to the gay side of the lake. Here is a boathouse and a shower/toilet block.

In these woods is the best place for the gay guys to hang out and cruise each other. Everybody is very open but of course the families make sure their kids know which path to stay on.

When I was about 11 I was telling my mum about a boy I liked at school, I got hard talking about him and what he had done during the PE lesson. My mum told me to go to my room and think about this boy and play with myself. She told me I would “like it”. I went off and after a few minutes I knew why she said that, I did like it.

When I was 14 my parents sat he down at the kitchen table, I thought I was in trouble. They told me it was my body, it was mine to do with as I liked. It was totally up to me who I let touch it. They said anything I wanted to do with my body was totally OK, as long as I was careful.

I took this to mean it was OK to go into the woods at the camp site. That summer I was in those woods with a 19 year old. He was the first to bare fuck me. There on the wooden beach, that overlooks the clearing down to the lake.

Since then every year I've looked for more and more guys. So now with the gay guys at the camp site I have a bit of a rep as being the camp site slut. This is not a bad rep to have, saves time.

I’ll tell you some more of what I've done at the camp and here at home another time if you like.
Let me know if you have any questions and I’ll answer them next time.

Thanks and bye, Corbin.

My Ripped Jeans

It’s been so hot and sweaty here today. The sweat was pouring down my back and wetting the back of my underwear. Normally I like to wear my baggy ripped jeans in weather like this, but today I went out in my joggers because it was cold this morning when I first went out. Also the joggers are better for getting out of quickly if I go passed any gents toilets I like the look of.

My baggy jeans I bought from a charity shop a while ago. They were loose around the cock and balls and my butt held them up at the back without need of a belt. I’ve worn them to death. Anytime I didn’t have clean pants I will just grab them and leave the house.

The rip under the crotch started small at first, but with all the bending over I do to show off my butt to guys in places like supermarkets and other public places, it split quite wide.

If I don’t wear underwear the top of my leg and the ridge under my balls is on display.

Then the rip under my right buttock happened. I was getting out of a car and I heard a tear happen. When I stood up I felt the breeze on my butt cheek. I like the fact my ass is on show. I love it when I go up the stairs on the double-decker buses. All those college and high school boys staring at my wide open butt and hoping they are lusting after it.

Another thing I enjoy doing when is wearing them and sitting with my legs spread in a public place. Hoping guys will look down and see my balls, just visible through the gap. Wishing they would sit beside me and slip a hand up into the hole and grab my cock.

I can push my whole cock out of the crotch hole now. I can walk the streets of the estate at night with my cock and balls swinging between my legs. The traffic passing too fast to notice I’m showing the whole world my goods.

I want them to circle the block and take another look, unsure they saw my meat banging about the first time. I want them to slow and ask me if there is anywhere we can go for a fuck.

I would get into their cars and let them all fuck me. Every one of them can just pound me in public if they wanted. Slam me on the hoods of their cars right there in the streets. Headlights flashing over my butt as the guys rail into me.

I would love that. I love being a slut. I like dressing to show off my body. I want them to want me. I need their dicks. I crave them. It is what I was put on this Earth to do, suck dick and take loads inside me. Hopefully soon I will get dick again. It’s always far too long between fucks.

I need dick.

Catch you later XXXX

Jamie the Slave Boy

I went round to a guy’s house. I had met him off Grindr and had been with him a couple of times in the public toilets in the park. But this time he asked me round to his house. I drove to his house and parked outside it was a large house and I thought I might have got the wrong address because whoever lived there must have had money to burn.

He answered the door in a long red robe and once I was inside he took me by the hand like a child up the stairs to a large bedroom at the back of the house.

There weren’t a lot of things in the room, a bed and a few tables and that was it really. The lights were quite low and I had trouble seeing what was on the tables by the window.

He asked me if I was going to be a good boy, I told him I was always a good boy. This, of course, isn’t the truth. I always try to be as naughty as I possibly can, as often as I can.

He stood me in the middle of the room and then sat down on the edge of the bed. He called me boy.

He ordered me to strip for him, shirt first, then trousers then socks and finally underwear. I stood there a little bit unsure what was going to happen as he was still clothed in his long red robe.

I put my hand down to my cock and touched it for a second, I did it without thinking. His face was red with rage. “Did I tell you, you could touch your willy?”

I told him I was sorry. I was starting to see how this evening was going to play out. I was the naughty slave boy. My mind raced at the thoughts of what might be coming up, my dick got ahead of me and I became enlarged.

I held my hands down by my side. He told me to get down on my hands and knees and to crawl over to him on all fours. When I reached him he lay one hand down on the top on my head and ruffled my hair.

“Good doggy” he said.

My master then pulled me over his knee face down and began to smooth his hand over my buttocks.

He told me how beautiful and round my butt was, telling me how it was a perfect bottom.

He had raised his hand up high and slapped it down. The pain and pleasure hit me with a wave up my body. After each hit it was then a swift grab at my butt, with a handful of my buttock and run of his hand over the skin.

He stood up, which made me fall to the floor. He called me a silly doggy and then in his hand from one of the tables was a shiny pink leather dog collar.

“You are going to look such a little faggot queer boy in this, come here and I will be kind and put it on for you”

I crawled over on my knees and he fixed the buckles around my neck. Tightly, I felt the collar bite into the skin on my neck. Then a dog lead was in his hand. He fastened it to the collar.

I walked me around the room. Jerking hard on the lead and I struggled to keep pace with him.

He was saying things like good doggy and well done boy. Patting my head and reaching down and smoothing his hands down over my buttocks as if I was hairy and he was levelling it down.

He told me I was allowed on the bed and that he had something else for me. I got up and wiggled my bum at him.

From his table of toys he took a rubber dog tail butt plug. My eyes must have lit up, because he asked me if I was excited. I nodded yes, being a good dog I didn’t speak.

He spat into my butt crack and fingered some of his self made lube into my hole. Then he commenced to push the bulbous butt plug up inside the soft walls of my anus. I felt my inner walls press and grasp at the toy as he pushed it in and out. I could feel it being pushed around within me.

In the end it was fully up and inside me, I wagged my new tail. My own human tail wagged underneath my belly, splashing precum up onto my belly and down over the tops of my legs.

The butt plug was hitting my inner spot just right.

He grabbed hold of the lead tight in his fist and with his other hand he reached under and tightly grabbed my cock and balls. He led me down off the bed and around the room. He again reached down and this time making a firm grip of my buttock. I could feel the heat on my butt; I knew they would be shiny red by now from all the slaps and tight grabs.

He twisted the tail around in my hole, tail up and tail down. I wagged my bum and the tail whenever he released his unyielding grip.

He got me to jump back onto the bed and with a sharp pop he pulled the butt plug from up inside of me. He threw it aside and from the table came another toy, one that looked just as exciting. It was a large black rubber dildo, as long as his forearm and just as meaty.

He spat on it and made me do the same. Then he got me to lick it up and down.

My master then stabbed me with it up inside my cunthole. In and out, again and again. My legs buckled with the shock and the passionate energy.

He again reached down and played with my balls, tightly gripping them. He got me off the bed once again. He undid the front of his red robe and for the first time I saw his swollen dick. Hard and hairless, smooth and engorged. With the lead still in one hand and the dildo still firmly up my asshole he took a dog’s drinking bowl from his table of goodies and dropped it to the floor.

He then began to piss into it, missing at first and hitting me full in the face. I opened my mouth but he told me not to be such a bad dog. He then held my head down to the bowl and forced me to lap at the urine. As I did this he reached under and jerked my cock.

Before I knew what was happening his dick was jammed into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on his dick the first few times. My spit became ropey and it slapped down his balls and onto his legs. But he calmed his tempo and I was able to properly suck him off, until he blew a hot salty load into my mouth and over my lips and face. He told me I was then allowed to jerk myself off. So I did, with his help. He held his face close to my cock as I blew, so he was able to catch it into his mouth. He then loomed over me and spat it into my face. I loved being humiliated.

I’ve seen him a few times since for other types of roleplay. I’ll share some with you if you like some other time.

Catch you later XXXX

My Blitzed Easter Fuckfest

It was Easter weekend and I had been such a good boy for so long that I felt like being bad. So I got my phone and went onto Grindr. Happily loads of guys out there wanted to be naughty boys with me. Message after message popped up. All offering to ram me and suck me. To abuse the shit out of me. Sadly few of them were local. Never a good willy around when you need one. And damn I needed one. My butthole was starved. It had been a month since I had last felt my tight walls pushed out and a thick juicy cock slide up into my hole.

I talked to a few guys. They offered me the same boring fuck. I needed that extra high. I needed to be destroyed. I talked to one guy I had met before he asked if I wanted to meet up with him and his mate in town at his mate’s apartment. He said treats would be on offer. I got dressed, made sure my hair was nice for the pleasant men and left, telling my mum I would be gone for the day.

I waiting down by the garages and the guy pulled up, I've no idea of his real name so I’ll call him Pete. He drove me into town in his little sports car. Driving like a mental person trying to escape before the doctors knew he was missing from the asylum.

Pete drove us to a tall posh apartment building in town. Huge glass windows and the kind of place I will never be able to afford to live in. He took us up in the lift, rubbing my back and butt as we got higher.

We walked down a long corridor and Pete knocked on a door. It opened and a very tall Swedish blond guy stood there in just his tiny bright red underwear. Fuck me he was hot. Pete is nice too, but this guy was amazing. He was tall with amazing thick, wide shoulders. Again I’ve no idea what his name is, so I’ll call him, Sam. I’ve no idea if that is a Swedish name or not.

They took me into a huge living room. A glass topped coffee table was at the centre of the room, with loads of nice looking goodies on it. There was a mug full of some weed, a tiny brown bottle with some white powder, a shot glass with some pills and booze. There was a hell of a lot of booze.
Sam blazed up a joint and passed it to me. It was only ten in the morning, but who am I to say no when free drugs are on offer.

Pete took his coat and shirt off and sat on the sofa checking out the room. Sam started to rub himself and sucked in huge lungs full of smoke and blowing it out in my direction. I sat down on the sofa and Sam sat at the other side of me. They both began to play with me. Untucking my shirt and running their hands over my chest and down into my pants.

Sam put his thumbs into each side of his underwear and in one movement slid them down and off, kicking them across the room. His massive cock popped up. The bulge I had been hoping for hadn't disappointed. He had a large cock and balls with a neat trimmed blond pubic region.

I dropped my head and took his cock in my mouth; Pete pulled at my shirt and took it off. He undid my pants and took my dick into his mouth. Sam lay back smoking his weed, blowing the smoke down into my face. A few minutes later I was naked and both were down on their knees as I lay on the sofa, smoking dope and having them take turns sucking at my leaking dick.

After a few bottles of beer I was rolled over and the two men took turns in my ass-hole. Two large bare cocks fought in and out of my opening. The pleasure waved into my soul. This is what I want for the rest of my life. Then Sam stood in front of my face and face fucked me. He took another beer bottle from the table, popped a pill down its neck and passed it over to me, I had no idea what the pill was I just swigged it down. My brain was on fire, I needed cock, as much cock as there was in the world. I felt amazing. A wave of gut punches of pleasure hit me over and over like a tide of gratification.

I was offered more weed, which seems to get stronger and stronger. The room was a cloud of weed smoke and red fiery sex streams coming off our bodies. Sam and Pete stood me up, my legs weren't my own. I was having trouble standing. They laughed as the fucked me, their white teeth so huge and friendly. I laughed too, this was incredible.

Then the tiny brown bottle of white powder was offered round. I took the most, sniffing it up into my nose. I wanted more. More drink, more weed, more of everything. I was stood by the huge windows looking out onto the city. They fucked me, pulled me and sucked my dick. I came over and over. As soon as one of us came we just carried on. Starting again, hour after hour. They filled my ass-hole with their cream, likewise my mouth. They held me tight in their arms and held my head steady as their jizz hit my face and ran down. I licked at them. I bit the air around me. I was gone.

I blacked out. I woke up in a bathroom, the salty smack of piss hitting my lips and going into my mouth. Sam had his fingers hooked into my mouth to keep it open and Pete was providing the piss.

They were laughing at me; I slipped in and out of consciousness. I would wake in a different room of the apartment. A bedroom with my hands tied behind my back and something large and rubbery jammed up inside my ass-hole. Back in the living area flat out of the floor rolling about giggling to myself as cameras flashed.  Each time I was awake I knew I was begging for more cock. I was pleading with them not to stop, to go faster, to start again. I didn't want this day to ever end.

I felt like a hundred men had filled my gut with their seed, it was just the two. I think.

The sky outside the huge windows grew darker and a storm rolled in. Rain lashed at the glass and when I was pressed face against it, it was cold and hard against my body. But I felt like I was made of light and I that my naked body could flutter through the particles of glass and out into the night’s sky. Never have I felt so free, so full and so loved.

I woke up dressed in a car. I was on a back seat laughing and Sam was driving. Pete was telling me it was time to sober up and go home. They showed me films of myself on their phones and cameras.

Things I have no memory of doing. I was screaming for cock. I was waving my arms around like a freak, telling them to fill my mouth with more piss. I was possessed.

I didn’t care the pain or how often I had been fucked. I just wanted more. My body hurt. I was empty and dry. Pete gave me bottled water and told me to drink from it. I sat outside the place where Pete had first picked me up for maybe a half hour, until they let me go. I walked to our block of flats. Unsteady on my feet, my head buzzing. I sat on the edge of the pavement and stared into the dark, black clouds. I waved at traffic a few times until I decided it wasn't getting any warmer so it was time to go home.

I got into the warm home and managed to sneak back into my bedroom. I lay on the bed. Exhausted, I reached down and realised my underwear had gone. Lost or taken as a trophy.

I've seen Pete a few times since. In toilets or at his place. But nothing will ever match up to that day in the apartment that danced with sex.

Catch you later XXXX.