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  1. Pozzed Cheerleader I was a male cheerleader for a Big10 school. Yeah, the rumors are true. We get a lot of sex with the female cheerleaders. We do spend a lot of time with each other, but we also get a lot of attention from the alumni, especially the older men who think we are male dancers. Honestly, I don’t mind they tuck more than a few bucks when we entertain at alumni dinners, tailgating and some sideline visits. What I was not ready for was the dropping of room cards and near constant invites. George was in his 50’s played QB for us in back in the 80’s and there had always been rumors that he was gay even back in his playing days. I was still surprised when we were in one of the tunnel bathrooms when he felt me up and tucked a hundred dollar bill and his room key card into my jock inviting me to his room at midnight in uniform with the promise of two more just like it just for showing up. I had been letting my roommate suck my cock since the beginning of the year. So gay sex was not new to me, but i was not sure what George wanted from me. The promise of $200 just for showing up was too good to pass up. We lost the game that day. So, I knew the party scene was going to be lame that night. So my excuses were slowly disappearing for not meeting George. My girlfriend wanted to go to the Alpha house, most of the black football players belonged to the Alpha’s. I got along with them all, but I think she was going more for the bbc than anything else. That is another story and a different forum. I let her go with her friends. I showered in the locker room. I shuck my uniform out in my gym bag as we are only allowed to wear it outside for sanctioned events. It was still early so I went to some parties and nothing caught my fancy, and that $200 extra was already burning a hole in my pocket for some stuff for school. I decided to go for it. I made my way to the Union Hotel where all the “special” alumni stay for games. I avoided some people I knew by taking the stairs and I figured it would give me an opportunity to slip back into my cheer uniform. George’s room was on the top floor the 5th. I slowly made my way up the stairs. I was walking up to this room when I noticed one of my cheer teammates ahead of me walking up to the door. I had long suspected he was gay, and this just proves. I had justified my being there as “gay for pay”. I was sure he was there for his love of cock. I was about to be proved so wrong. I motioned to Jamie, and he hesitated when he knocked on George’s door. I told it was cool. I was here for the same thing. He smiled and said he knew it. I was a little taken aback. No one had ever, to my knowledge, thought I was a faggot. George swung open the door and there were 3 other mostly naked men in his suite with ages ranging from mid-30’s to early-50’s most I recognized from the football wall of fame in the fieldhouse. One was the school’s all-time leading rusher Javon, I should leave their last names out. The other was an all-American DB Mike and a guy that went pro on the defense Dan. There were 4 guys in the room, 2 black and 2 white and me and Jamie. Jamie and I were in the center of all the guys, George still had his pants on with a wife-beater T, but everyone else were down to the t-shirts and shorts or jocks. George took $500 from his wallet and took $300 and motioned to Jamie that it was his and the rest was mine. George laughed and said the “straight” one was cheaper. The whole room laughed at me, but my cock just got harder. I knew my erection was visible to everyone in the room. Our uniforms really did not leave much to the imagination. George told us to do a cheer for the room. So Jamie and I looked at each other and without saying a word broke into a cheer. We chanted and gyrated into our little dance movements in the little space we had in front of our all-male half-naked audience. Once we were done. George ordered us to take our bottoms off and do it again. We pulled off our shoes, socks, pants, but were told to leave our jocks on. We, again, did another cheer for the guys, who by now were pulling out their flaccid cocks. I felt a pull on my leg by a pair of dark hands while Jamie was being dragged down by a now naked George and Dan. It was then that I saw the biohazard tats on both George and Dan. I thought it was off that they each had the same tat, but then I saw the same on Javon and Mike. Jamie was on his knees in no time sucking George then Dan and I soon found myself doing the same for Javon and Mike. I had never sucked cock before, but had been sucked. So, I just did what I thought I would like and in no time I had two very hard black cocks trading spots in my all-to-eager mouth. While I switched back and forth between Mike and Javon. George slipped in behind me and started to rim my virgin ass. I love having my ass ate. My girlfriend would do it from time to time, but not often enough for me. George had me moaning in no time. He started fingering my hole. He had large QB hands, and I felt every knuckle of his index finger in my ass. Jamie was still devouring Dan’s huge cock. When Mike pulled away from me and got behind Jamie and began to rim and finger his ass. Dan and Javon moved side-by-side on the couch pulling Jamie and I along with them. So we could keep sucking their oversized cocks. Dan was nearly 9inches of thick white steel. Javon was a heavy 8inch black rod, George was a good 7inch and Mike had 8.5 of thick dick. I knew I was going to get fucked by all of them. I just wanted George to go first. The room was moving so fast. It felt like a moment ago I was on the football field and now I am here on my hands and knees next to a teammate sucking an alumni cock just boefore we are both about to get fucked. Myself for the first time. George got up and grabbed what looked like lube and a small brown bottle from next to the bed. He smeared my ass with the lube and held the open brown bottle under my nose telling me to breathe deep. I was euphoric. I felt his cock as my hole. I was straight, I was gay for pay. “I am, we are going to knock up your virgin ass today boy” George snickered. I was not sure what he meant, but I played along. “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with your powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy man pole into Jamie’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride. More to Cum I like hot chat and phone hit me up Joey
    54 points
  2. Decided to grab the train across Australia from Sydney to Perth and have a relaxing 4 days and 3 nights off after a busy year with work. Have always wanted to do the trip, and know that most on the train are older, so was planning to relax and when I got to Perth, spend a few days chasing loads. Got to the station and ticket was all sorted and I went to find my carriage. There was an attendant at each carriage and when I got to my carriage the attendant was a hot 20’s something guy. 6’ tall with an avg build but wearing the uniform of beige trousers (very tight and well filled out) and train logo polo with a stockman’s hat. What looked like short brown hair under the hat and piercing blue eyes with a trimmed beard. I almost got a hard on there and then. My thoughts went straight too disappointment as I imagined how good it would be (for eye candy alone) to have him on the entire trip. I am a 45 y/o avg guy with smooth body and blonde short hair. Nothing special but wearing jeans and t-shirt. He introduced himself as Adam and explained a few basic things before I was to get on to the train. I was thinking of how hot it would be if he was on the trip, and as though he could read my mind, he adds “I will be your carriage attendant the whole trip” out of nowhere. I am taken back by the random comment and am obviously pleased. “I’ll come by and give you the run down on the carriage once we are under way” He repeats my cabin number as if to remind himself. Others are lining up, so I get on the train in a bit of a haze and find my cabin. I have a private cabin with ensuite that is usually for two people, but I paid to have it to myself to relax. I settle in and am putting some things away as the train starts out and immediately there is a knock at the door. It is Adam (he must have come straight to my cabin first). He walks straight in and closes the door behind him and begins to explain the features of the cabin. “So, you are travelling alone I see?” I confirm this for him, and he smiles. I swear the bulge in his trousers is bigger, but I put it down to my imagination. After explaining everything he tells me he has a cabin at the end of the carriage and is available 24/7 for anything I need. He then looks me in the eyes and says, “anything at all, even in the middle of the night”. He leaves and I hear him explain the features to all the other people in my carriage, but he never goes into their cabins. As the evening falls and after I have had dinner, I head back to the cabin and shortly after there is knock at my door. It is Adam. “Sorry sir, I meant to prepare your bed while you were at dinner. I got caught up a bit. Let me do it now for you. There is not a lot of room, and he keeps brushing past me to do his stuff and his crotch is growing to a noticeable bulge. Sometimes when he needs to get past me, he puts his hands on my hips gently to steady himself and I feel his growing crotch brush against my arse, and my own cock is starting to go. “Is there anything else I can do for you” he asks, and he clearly has a hard on. But I am not sure of the rules and what to do and I stumble to say everything is perfect, trying not to get caught looking at his crotch, but he clearly notices. “If you haven’t been on a train overnight before, sometimes it is hard to get to sleep or sleep. So, please let me know if you need anything no matter the time.” He motions to the attendant button on the wall “I mean anything at all – ok” and he then leaves. By midnight I cannot sleep, and my mind constantly goes to Adam, and I know a good fucking and load from him is exactly what I need to sleep. I think what the hell and I press the attendant button. I am in boxers and singlet for bed. Within a minute, Adam is at my door in the same clothes but sporting a massive bulge in his tight pants. “I’ve been waiting for that call for hours”. Without invitation he comes into my cabin and shuts the door and just pushes me to the wall and kisses me and starts grinding his massive crotch against mine. “What about if someone else calls for the attendant?” I ask. “I am officially off from 10pm and that is what everyone is told. You are the only one I said “anytime”. And he grins and starts to kiss me again. I begin to undo his pants and he stops me and says, “sorry I need to tell you I am poz. Just got the results back a week ago and not started meds yet. So can only do oral for now”. He sounds a bit disappointed as he says it and I look him in the eye and ask, “so you would be pretty toxic now I guess”. He responds in a disheartened manner “yeah I guess so – sorry” I smile and kiss him again and continue to release a thick nine-inch cock from his pants and pre-cum flicks onto my boxers as I do. He seems a little reluctant and I assure him, “good! That means I have 3 nights for you to knock me up. No rules, no condoms and nothing for you to worry about. I want to be fucked and bred by you as often as you can do it for the next 3 nights. I want your poz babies.” You can see the relief in his eyes and without a word he turns me around, pulls the back of my boxers down and shoves all nine inches inside me all at once. It hurts a little at first, but he just holds it there until I relax and after a few seconds starts pumping my arse with his huge cock. He is fucking me hard against the wall as he is kissing and biting my neck. “Fuck it has been a week since I came. It’s gonna be a big load and probably fast”. And within a minute of that he says, “fuck I gotta cum – oh shit – here it comes” and he bottoms out inside me, and I feel the warm sensation of him flooding my insides with his poz seed. I reach around and grab his arse to make sure he doesn’t pull out. He seems to cum for ages, but also doesn’t seem to go soft. He keeps kissing my neck, breathing heavily, whilst still inside me and still hard. He starts slowly fucking me again. “Fuck, I told you it had been a while. You want another load?” I respond by pushing back hard on his cock and he starts to fuck me hard again and within 5 minutes he is unloading a second load in me without even pulling out from his first load. After about a minute, he starts to go soft this time and his cock pops out of my hole. This whole time is has stayed dressed. I turn around and kiss him more. “When are you officially back on duty?” I ask. “6am” he responds. “Good plenty of time for us then” and I begin to undress him. Before long we are both naked and he has a gorgeous hairy chest under his work shirt. The beds are narrow, so he lays on top of me with his crotch nestled nicely between my legs as we make out like two teenagers. He stays until 5am and neither of us sleep. He proceeds to pump another 2 loads in me overnight. As he leaves, I say, “so two more nights for you to knock me up right” and kiss him. I go to an early breakfast with a slightly sore arse but have kept his loads inside me. He passes me on my way back from breakfast and he stops me and says “you may want to change” and runs his hands down the back of my jeans. There is a wet patch where his seed has started to leak out. “or pop a plug in there”. And then he continues to walk on. To be continued…
    52 points
  3. Author's Note: To comply with the rules of the site and the forum, ages and the timespan have been modified. Enjoy! I grew up in West Virginia, in a double-wide trailer with a big yard, a creek, and woods. Ours was a big family. Mom is 17th of 17. That's not a typo. Dad is 3rd of 8. I have tons of first cousins on both sides, many of whom I had crushes on from an early age. One, in particular, always got me hard and dripping - Michael, as well as his dad (my uncle by marriage), "King." I never found out why, but everyone called him that. Mom wasn't keen on King. He was a long-haul trucker. He dipped snuff. He cursed. He was loud. He was opinionated. She called him "trailer trash who married well" (she liked my aunt - my dad's sister - well enough, because she went to our little Pentecostal church with us). Michael was all alpha male, too. He was 3 years older than me, and I had idolized him when he played sports in junior high and high school. He now worked at a junkyard that serviced all the bubba gearheads in our area, including those who competed at the local motor speedway. Right after I turned 18, Mom, Dad, and my aunt went to a week-long church retreat upstate. When Michael found out that I'd be free so soon after my 18th birthday, he invited me over to spend the first night they left, which was a Friday. I loved spending the night with Michael. He had (str8) porn mags. He had all of his old sports gear. He almost always had a pile of dirty laundry, including ripe jockstraps stained with cum, piss, and sweat. And he had this maddening habit of showering and then toweling off with his big, floppy, uncut cock bouncing up and down as he dried his hair for what seemed like just a bit too long, as if he wanted me to stare while his face was covered by the towel - which I did. Whenever he'd catch sight of me from under the towel, he'd smirk and sometimes give his cock a tug or two. It always made me hard, and gave me endless jackoff material. When I got there that night, Uncle King was in the living room, in a stained wife beater and short-shorts. He was in his recliner with his feet up, drinking a beer and watching an action movie. I could see up the leg of his shorts: he was wearing a stained jockstrap. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, that was hot. When I went to put my duffel bag in Michael's room, King told me that the two of them had a big surprise for me, since Mom, Dad, and my aunt were out of town, but I'd have to keep it a secret. The way he grinned as he said it, spitting some dip juice into the red Solo cup beside him, told me it was something that Mom definitely wouldn't approve of. He told me to go get squared away in Michael's room, and for both of us to come out to the garage once I was settled in. When I got into Michael's room, he gave me this shit-eating grin. "Dude, Dad and I got some righteous weed. We're getting you high as fuck as a late birthday present, Little Buddy." (He'd called me that since I was little. It was his pet nickname for me, but sometimes his teammates or coworkers would call me that as well. I sorta liked it. It kinda stamped me as belonging to Michael in his buddies' minds.) "Here," he said, handing me a pair of short-shorts and an old jockstrap. (This was the 80s.) "Put those on. Those should fit you. They're old pairs of mine." It turned me on to be wearing some of his old gear, and I think he could tell that I got a little chubbed up as I tucked myself in to the pouch of the borrowed jock. Even though it was one he'd worn in junior high, the pouch was still loose on me, given the difference in the size of our cocks. The waist and ass-straps fit perfectly, though. He rounded out my workout outfit with an old practice t-shirt with the sides cut out, tossing it to me to put on. "You ever smoke pot, Little Buddy?" I shook my head no, mouth suddenly dry. Was this really happening? "Ain't no thang. Dad and I sneak a bowl or a joint here or there all the time. Mom knows Dad still does it sometimes, but she'd kill me if she knew I did it, so - seriously - mum's the word about what happens tonight, all right?" I nodded my head. "Good. Let's go. Dad's probably got the bong packed and ready by now." I followed Michael outside. Their garage was detached from the house, and always had some sort of project in progress - rebuilding an engine or whatnot. I wasn't very up on stuff like that. I was more bookish, I guess you could say. No matter what project they had going on in there, they always had the back corner with the free weights and bench press free to use. Michael had taken me in there in the past couple of years to tone me up, although I still wasn't crazy about it. He said it would make me look sexier for the girls. Whatever. When we got inside, King grinned and told Michael to lock the side door leading into the garage, and to lock the garage door as well. "Don't want someone catching us. Better safe than sorry!" King explained to me. Made sense. King showed me how to use the lighter and how to suck on the bong to take a rip. My first one wasn't very good, since I was all out of breath from the excitement of it all. "Here," King said, putting one hand on my back and the other on my stomach. "Get control of your breathing, and then you can suck in a really good rip. Show him, Michael." I jumped a little when King's hand touched my stomach, just above the waistline of the short-shorts. His touch was electric. Michael obliged, and took a massive rip, demonstrating how to do it. I figured he would exhale, but instead he leaned over, grabbed me gently but firmly behind my neck, and moved toward me like he was gonna kiss me. "Suck in his rip, Little Buddy!" King instructed. "It's called a shotgun. We try not to waste what we've got, so shotgunning makes it last longer." I stopped resisting Michael's hand on the back of my neck. When his lips touched mine and he exhaled that smoke, I was harder than I'd ever been before. My whole body tingled - whether from the smoke, or from the fact that Michael's lips touched mine, or both, I wasn't quite sure. I never would've guessed in a million years that he'd do something like that with me. Uncle King grabbed the bong and took his own rip. As King pulled me toward him to do another shotgun, I could smell the mint of his dip. After he shotgunned me once, he said he was gonna go back in and watch some more TV, but would be back out at later. "Have fun, you two!" he called over his shoulder. Michael chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Dad. We will." After King left, Michael groped himself and said, "Fuuuuuuuuck, Little Buddy, this shit always makes me horny! Are you feeling horny, too?" I blushed. I was, from the shotguns and I guess the pot itself. He smirked and told me it was OK, it happens to most people. He had me do another rip, and moved in to shotgun it. This time, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and groped me. I was shocked, but incredibly horny. He broke the kiss, and got behind me. "Make muscles for me, Little Buddy! Remember how scrawny you were when we first started lifting together? You're a hot little firecracker now, and girls AND guys are gonna want some of this." I made a muscle for him with both arms. He ran his hands over both mounds, and then let the backs of his fingertips drift under my armpits, and down my bare sides where the t-shirt was cut out. I moaned, whimpered, and sighed all at once. The backs of his fingers were cold, and felt amazing. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he whispered in my ear, nibbling on it a little. I nodded. I couldn't speak. He tweaked my nipples. I just about jumped out of my skin. He laughed. "Sensitive nips, huh? That's gonna be fun!" When he let his hands drift down to the waistline of the short-shorts I was wearing, he paused, grinding his fat monster of a cock into the crack of my ass through the nylon fabric. "I know you've wanted this dick for a long, long time. Well, today's your lucky day. And we're gonna play all weekend long." Holy Shit. This really was really, really happening. I wasn't dreaming. He turned me around to face him and kissed me, deeply and passionately, again. "Get on the bench, Little Buddy! Let's lift some." That threw me for a loop, but I was buzzed and putty in his hand. I assumed the position, making sure my hands were spaced out correctly for good form. He always preached that good form was essential for good lifting. He put on a slightly challenging weight for me to lift. The first set was no problem. I got a little wobbly midway through the second set, and he gently spotted me to help me lift the bar. The third set, I was struggling. On the eighth rep of the third set, I noticed that he had dropped one hand down and was spotting me with just his other. On the ninth rep, I noticed movement right above my head. As I completed my tenth rep and placed the bar back in place with his help, I looked up to see that Michael was fishing his cock out of the side of his own short-shorts and stained jockstrap with the hand he had dropped. Fuuuuuuuck. Nice. He flopped it onto my lips, painting them with precum. I gasped. "Oh, fuck, Little Buddy, your sweet cherry lips and deep dimples look so hot framing my big cock! We're both gonna enjoy this. You've wanted this for a long time, huh?" This time I answered, humming against his massive uncut cockhead. "MMM-hmmmmm!" "That's what I like to hear! Open your mouth and suck on it, Little Buddy. See how much you can take. If you slide your head off the bench some, the curve of my cock will fit nicely down your throat." I slid back, and he squatted down closer as I did so. I could smell his sweaty ballsack and the musk of his jock. I opened my mouth, and we both moaned as he slid about half of it into my mouth. That cockhead of his was lodged in my throat. I squeezed - not trying to block it out, but rather trying to swallow it. It felt right. "Holy fuck! You're a natural. I knew you would be. You like that dick?" I moaned "MMMMMM-hmmmm!" this time, realizing I could answer yes or no questions even with his cock in my mouth. "You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this. But Dad said we had to wait until after you turned 18, so that your mom couldn't say shit about your consenting to having us use you." The thought of pissing off Mom made his cock all the sweeter. Or, maybe it was the precum he was leaking in buckets. After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of my mouth and said, "Let's do some more rips on the bong." As we traded shotguns back and forth, Michael asked questions, like who I had crushes on. Top of my list? HIs best friend and next-door neighbor, Kip. Kip was a hot redheaded redneck who was voted "Why Teachers Go Crazy" his senior year. He was not just the class clown, but he had played on the same football team that Michael quarterbacked. Kip was one of the "inner circle" who called me "Little Buddy" - and I especially liked how he said it - always with a smirk on his face or a twinkle in his eye. Michael surprised the hell out of me when he told me that Kip was one of the top weed dealers his dad and he bought from, and that this primo stuff was from Kip's personal stash. He really floored me when he said, "Kip is gonna be playing with us this weekend. He has it for you bad, and has for years, Little Buddy. He could barely wait for you to turn 18." I had always wondered at some of the things that Kip did. For instance, when Michael and he took me four-wheeling back on the trails behind my grandparents' farm, Kip would often take a piss in nature, and angle himself so that I could see what he was sporting. Although not as thick as Michael's, it was about as long, it looked like. One time, I'd ridden back to the farm with Kip, instead of with Michael. The three of us had helmets with mics and earpieces. Kip told me it was OK if I wanted to rest my hands lower as I rode behind him. Michael put a quick stop to that, having me switch back over to riding with him. I jerked off that night hard, thinking maybe Kip was onto me, and was gonna let me feel him up a little that day. Other times, when Michael wasn't looking, Kip would grope himself and wink at me when I blushed. After we finished trading rips, Michael pushed me gently to my knees on the thin wrestling mats that they had in their garage-corner gym. "SUCK IT!" he hissed, commanding - expecting - to be obeyed. I gladly obliged, and found that - with this angle and with the downward curve of Michael's monster cock - I could get some of it in my throat, once I relaxed my throat *first* to let the cockhead in, and then clenched it *after* it was down my throat, to drive Michael wild. "Oh, that thing you're doing with your throat, Little Buddy! That's better than any bitch has ever done for me! They get scared of it and lick the head or put a few inches in their mouths and call it quits after just a few minutes. Keep working at it, and you're gonna have it all in no time!" "Looks like you two are having fun after all!" Uncle King chuckled, causing me to jump out of my skin. He'd snuck up on us. "TV was boring," he explained, holding up a smaller bong with water in it and a small glass bulb at one end. It was full of white crystals, with a little bit of green weed on top. "Is that some of Kip's special stuff?" Michael grinned. The tone of his voice was almost ... something hard to put my finger on right off the bat. "Yeah, and it's killer shit, too!" Uncle King replied. He pulled out a small device and clicked a switch. A blue flame - like the pilot light on our gas stove at home - sparked up, hissing. "OK, Little Buddy," King said. "This is stronger, more concentrated stuff, OK? So, you put the torch under the bowl until you see vapor coming out the top of the bulb. Then, you suck slowly and steadily to pull the vapor through the water. I've dropped an Altoid in there to keep the water minty. The vapor can taste a little bitter otherwise. Take a nice, steady toke on this end of the pipe, and we'll get you blowing some big-ass clouds in no time." I tried my first hit, as Uncle King held the lighter - or "torch" I guess - under the bowl for me, so I could focus on waiting to inhale. The first hit was decent, but Michael immediately said, "You can do better than that. Calm down, and control your breathing. Hold it in, too, this time." My second hit was brilliant. I knew it was as soon as I exhaled a big white cloud. Both Uncle King and Michael grinned. King started groping his crotch through his own short-shorts. I reached over and groped him. "Like a duck to water, huh, Little Buddy? You want that cock, too, huh? A true faggot: never enough!" he laughed. I replied by pulling the elastic of his jockstrap and short-shorts to the side, letting his gigantic cock fall out to one side. Like Michael, he was uncut with a massive cockhead. He was about an inch longer than Michael, too, but not quite as thick. Both were Viking gods: shiny blond hair, sharp, intelligent, mischievous blue eyes, strong jawlines, and great bodies overall. "You want that cock, Little Buddy?" King asked again, his voice husky. I nodded, and dove in. He was surprised that I already had the trick down pat for letting his cockhead enter my throat, even if I couldn't take his cock the whole way just yet. "Oh, fuck, he is a goddamn natural!" he hissed to Michael. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuckin' hot cocksucker!" He moaned, and told me to take another couple of hits. My head was buzzing, and my whole body was tingling. This *was* good shit, I guess! Pot rocked! "That's right, faggot! Worship that daddy dick!" he grunted, gently grabbing the back of my head and running his hands through my hair, which I suddenly noticed was soaking wet. I was sweating like crazy. The coolish air out in the garage felt good on my skin. "You feeling that special stuff Kip got just for you, Little Buddy? Your extra special birthday present?" Michael asked, coming over to stand in my peripheral vision. He had hiked his shorts and jockstrap pouch under his huge nuts, and was stroking his massive jock cock while watching his dad gently facefuck me. I moaned "MMMMMMM-hmmmm!" but assumed it was just the pot I'd seen on top of those crystals in the pipe. In fact, I assumed the crystals *were* pot - just a concentrated form of it, like King had indicated. The crystals had melted when the torch had been put under the bulb, and now there was sort of a burned-out looking film on the bottom of the pipe. I assumed it was residue from the pot. Uncle King leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Bikers and truckers use this shit to stay awake on the road. Kip gets me some *really* good shit when I do really long hauls, to help me stay awake and have some fun on the road. Makes you super-horny - even hornier than pot. What would your mama think if she knew you were doing crystal meth like a little faggot whorepig, like the boys who suck my dick do when I'm on the road? What would she do if she knew that you were smoking the same shit I do on the road right now?" I'd heard about people getting hooked on that shit, and it was one of the "hard drugs" we'd learned about in Health class Sophomore year. It was supposed to be really, really bad for you. I don't know what it was. The way Uncle King was talking - calling me a faggot and a whorepig and cocksucker - turned me on. Plus, this shit rocked. I was hornier than I ever imagined I could be, and I beat off 8 times a day usually, so I knew what it meant to be super-horny. Michael repacked the pipe, using a slant-sliced straw to funnel crystals out of a little plastic baggie. I watched, mesmerized. I wanted more. He took a small hit for himself, then handed it to his dad. King took a really big hit, and then blew the cloud down onto his cock and onto my face. That really turned me on, the way he blew in my face like that. Then, he handed the pipe and torch down to me, and told me to hold my breath when I got my hit, suck his cock into my mouth, and blow the smoke around his cock. I thought that was clever and hot, and really was careful with my breathing to get an ace hit. Sweet! I was getting the hang of this. If Mom could only see me now! When I went to hand the pipe and torch back to Michael, he insisted that I do a few more hits. "We're getting you totally spun, Little Buddy! Happy Fuckin' Birthday! Sorry we're a little late, but we had to wait until the Bible-thumpers were outta town this week. We're calling you out sick from school all next week, too. Surprise!" I heard the side door open and close, and jumped as Kip called out, "Hey guys! Y'all got the party started? Sweet! Here's some more stuff in case we run low." Kip came over in front of me. Uncle King relinquished my throat, and Kip wasted no time in lowering his sweat pants and boxers to present his own cut, thick cock with bright red pubes. Fuuuuuucking HAWT! Although not as long or as thick as Michael or King, his cock was veiny and plenty of a mouthful. He waggled it a couple of times and slapped my face with it. "You're lucky Michael threatened to kick my ass if I broke the pact. I've wanted this for a long time. I know you have, too. Nasty little boy, watching me piss outside. Well, this weekend, you're gonna get some of my piss, and see if it suits you. I have a feeling you're the right kind of cocksucker for it, too. Call it a hunch." I stuck my tongue out for him to smack it with his cock. He finally pushed in, a little rougher than either Michael or King. I gagged a little, but redoubled my efforts. "See that? He recovered like a pro! This fag is gonna be hella fun to train, guys!" Kip grinned. He pulled my hair - again, just a little roughly - to have me look up at him. "Oh, shit! Look at his eyes, guys! They're totally dark. He's spun as shit already. Awesome! And he thought it was just another way of doing pot? Told you that trick works every time. You have NO idea how many of my hot straight boy customers come up short on money. So, I pack a pot bowl with the crystals hidden, and they haven't got a fucking clue. After one bowl of my "special stash," they're open to all kinds of stuff, starting with jerking off together. It releases their inhibitions to act on stuff like sucking another guy off, too, especially once I start showing them bi magazines." As Kip was saying this, Michael went out to the front of the garage, and returned with something I couldn't quite see. Michael came into my peripheral view. I heard a familiar click then whirr. "Holy shit!" I thought. "He's taking Polaroids." I started to get up, but Kip held me back down on my knees. "Lick my balls, you fucking hot cocksuker!" Kip growled. Guys at school sometimes called me fag or cocksucker or whatever, the way boys jest in the lockerroom or on the school bus or in gym class. This felt different. Having these three guys call me names made me *want* to be *good* at servicing them. I licked Kip's balls, as he shucked his sweats and boxers. King came back into view, standing right beside Kip. "Suck on my sweaty pouch, boy!" King growled, offering my his jock-clad nuts. Another click and whirr. "Don't worry, Little Buddy," Michael said, "These are just for the four of us to look at later. You won't believe how hot you look with Dad's crotch on your face. Stick out your tongue and taste it. Hold it so I can get a picture. You're gonna love having this on film to look back at your first time." I stuck out my tongue and tasted Uncle King's pouch, starting to get into the fact that my hot trucker uncle was basically offering up his cock to me on a silver platter while my cousin and his perverted, mischievous, class clown, drug-dealing friend watched. Michael asked me if it had turned me on earlier when he let me borrow his clothes - which I was still wearing. I moaned "Uh-huh!" as I kept tonguing and sucking on King's jock pouch. "I got a bunch more gear I want you to try on, so I can get some more pix of you, Little Buddy. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'm using the Pentax, too." Two Christmases ago, Michael had begged for a fancy camera, so that he could take Photography at school. He had taken me to the darkroom once, and the teacher, Mr. Lacey, was there. He was really hot in a nerdy, glasses kinda way, and I could tell he had a huge cock in the front of his chinos. While I was leaned over watching Michael apply the chemicals, Mr. Lacey had come up behind me and put his arms to either side of me as he leaned forward to look over my shoulder as Michael worked to develop his pictures. I could feel Mr. Lacey's cock in the crease of my ass. I had jerked off to that incident many times since, wondering if: A. Mr. Lacey realized his cock was up against my ass; and B. Michael had realized that Mr. Lacey's cock was right up against my ass. "I'll develop these in the darkroom at the school. Mr. Lacey still lets me use it. Or, I know a guy at the FotoMat who is cool when I develop pix like these when we play with other guys." I didn't like the idea of anyone else but the four of us seeing the pix. I stopped sucking on King's jockstrap pouch long enough to tell Michael I'd prefer he develop them himself in the darkroom. "No problem, Little Buddy! Maybe Mr. Lacey will be there when I do. I bet he'd like to see these. He sure seemed to like your ass that one day he was in the darkroom with us. He's a kinky fucker, and always says that access to a darkroom lets a photographer be more uninhibited." Somehow, I didn't mind the idea that Mr. Lacey might see these. It turned me on, in fact, and I stopped mouthing King's jock long enough to say so. Michael smiled and told me to take as much of his dad's cock as I could, and then to back off it slowly. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click! the fancy camera went, in rapid succession. I guess he got a series of me throating Uncle King? HOT! King pulled out, and Kip took another turn. He had let himself go half-soft, and stuck his cock in my mouth. "I'm gonna start really slow, and piss in your mouth, Little Buddy! I've been drinking like a champ for three days, so it shouldn't taste bad - it's basically water. I'll pinch it off so you get a taste, and then hold my cock about halfway in your mouth so I can open the floodgates. Swallow as much as you can, but let the rest run out your mouth, onto your dimples, and down your chin. My favorite cocksuckers do this for me, Little Buddy. Please don't disappoint me." I dunno why, but what would ordinarily sound batshit crazy sounded hot as fuck to me. I nodded, with his half-soft / half-hard cock in my mouth. I was ready. "Fuuuuuuuuck, nice!" said Kip, looking down at me with green, sparkling, mischievous eyes. "Look up at me while I do this, Little Buddy!" Michael got up close to take a close-up series. He instructed me: "Just let it run down off your chin an onto your clothes, Little Buddy. I'll capture the moment." As Kip let loose with the first bit of his piss stream, it didn't taste bad at all to me. It was a thrill, though, to let him use me this way. I looked up at him and caught his eyes staring down at me. "HOT, Little Buddy!" Kip sneered a little. "Drinking piss like a total faggot whore. NICE! I knew you wanted my dick all those times I pissed with you in the woods." With that, he let loose the floodgates. I fought to swallow it all, trying to make him proud. But as piss spurted from my mouth, all over my face, and down the front of my clothes, all three were commenting on what a total cocksucker I was. Kip lost it. As soon as he finished pinching off the last few drops in my mouth, he had Michael give him the pipe and took a big hit. Then, he surprised the hell out of me by shotgunning me and kissing me, tasting his own piss in my mouth. "I can't believe you did that on the first date, Little Buddy! You're a helluva find, dude. I still think we should've broken you in years ago, though." "Let it go, Kip!" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes. "How was that, Little Buddy? Like having so much piss you couldn't handle it all? The camera sure seems to think you liked it. I bet those pix are off the chain when we develop them." I grinned - a piss-drinking grin, I guess. "Loved it! Fucking hot!" I said, a little out of breath. Uncle King grabbed a duffel bag from under one of his workbenches. As he unzipped it, he made sure I could see the contents: dildos and other toys. Oh, fuck! Were they gonna try to fuck me? I'd always imagined sucking only, and had no idea if I could possibly take any one of them in my tight, hairless hole. I was naturally smooth, and Michael had commented more than once when I put on a jockstrap to work out - one of *my* jockstraps, where everything fit right - how my hole, framed by a jockstrap, made it look like I had a sweet pussy. I always blushed bright red when he said that, especially when he tugged at himself a little when he said it. Uncle King seemed to read my mind: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. We have all weekend to tap that sweet little ass of yours. For now, I just want to show you how good we can make your hole feel. I'm going to insert this small bead into your hole with some lube. It's attached to a slightly larger bead, then a slightly larger one, until you're up to the girth of a man-sized cock. You ever play with your hole before?" I shook my head. "Nothing except showering," I replied. "Well, this is gonna be really pleasurable for you. Promise, Little Buddy. I know you've wanted to suck some dick for a long time, but you need to learn how to pleasure other men with your tight hole, too, OK?" I nodded. Kip grabbed the pipe, which was sitting on a shelf of the garage, and repacked it from a plastic baggie. As he did, he also sprinkled some dust onto the lubed-up bead Uncle King was approaching me with. "This may burn a little bit, Little Buddy," King said, "But it's gonna feel really fuckin' good in a coupla minutes." As he said that, he squirted lube on my hole. YIKES! It was cold. I jumped and clenched. All three of them laughed. "Don't clench. Bear down like you're taking a shit. There ya go! Open that sweet boyhole for this very special bead." Shiny, silvery, and cold, the first bead popped in. Almost immediately, I felt a burning sensation. "That burns!" I announced to all three of them. I guess they *had* warned me. "Just chill for a minute, Little Buddy," Kip said. "My stuff is really, really good, so it's gonna burn. But it's gonna feel absolutely amazing by the second ball, I promise." I looked between my legs. King and Kip were already slathering the next ball in lube and powder. "Here," Kip said, thrusting the pipe at me. "Take three really good hits from the bubbler. That'll help pass the time and take your mind off your hole for a few while you get used to it." I took another hit, motioning for Kip to shotgun with me. Click. Click. Click. Michael was taking pix of my ass and the beads and the powder. Hot. I'd wanna see those later. As Uncle King inserted the second bead, Kip got into position behind me and pushed the bead in with just the head of his cock. A little of the tip went in. HOLY FUCK, that was hot! Almost at that same instant, my hole became - well, there's no other way to describe it - hungry. My hole was as hungry as my mouth and throat for the first time ever. "Yeah, he's feeling that booty bump now," Kip grinned. He passed me the "bubbler" pipe again. Again, we shotgunned. This time, after he kissed me, he held my face to where my mouth was open and spit in my mouth. Some of it got on my face. "Filthy faggot cocksucker, learning to take dick up his ass this weekend. Niiiiiice!" That turned me on more than anything that had happened so far, including the piss play. Holy fuck, did Kip have my number! I moaned as he wiped the spit off my face with his cock and fed it to me. "Want more powder on the third bead, faggot?" Kip asked. I groaned, "Yeah, please!" So King and Kip carefully lubed up that third ball, sprinkled some powder out of the baggie, and - once again - Kip pushed it in with his cockhead. This time, the whole head - smaller than King's or Michael's - slipped in. I moaned like a bitch in heat. "Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, Kip! Put it in me!" I begged. He laughed and pulled out. "Nope, we have a gentleman's agreement. Your Uncle King gets to do the honors, since he's the one that read us the riot act about waiting until you turned 18. It was worth the wait. So, it's that last bead you'll need to take before you're ready to be fucked by his giant daddy dick, Little Buddy!" Uncle King piped up: "Don't worry, Little Buddy. I have lots of experience bitching out boys like you. I have all kinds of fun on the open road with boys at rest stops and with guys on my route in the warehouses and such. You're gonna love having my cock inside you to get things started. Me, then Michael, then Kip to close up with sloppy thirds. He loves fucking other men's cum into a used hole. It's gonna be hot, Little Buddy!" On the fourth bead, Michael got up close with the camera as Uncle King used *his* cock to push the ball in. Only a very small part of his ginormous uncut cockhead went in, but it felt amazing, especially when Kip pulled my cock out the side of my short-shorts and jockstrap and started stroking me with some lube. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The first little bead was up inside me, followed by its three chaingangers. It felt awesome, no two ways about it! For the fifth and final bead, Uncle King once again used his cockhead to push the bead in, but told me to really bear down as he did so. Not only did the bead pop in, but so did his cockhead. Click. Click. Click. Click. Michael was capturing it all on film. He'd already changed the film in the camera several times. Uncle King rested his cock inside me. I didn't move. "Little Buddy, how's that feel?" Uncle King asked, grunting huskily. "Jesus, fuck, you're tight! But we're gonna make this happen. I can't wait another day." Holy shit, this was it! I was gonna get fucked tonight after all. [To Be Continued; Hope You Enjoyed!]
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  4. Chapter 2 Uncle King gently rocked his hips back and forth, asking Kip for more lube. Kip squeezed some lube on Uncle King's giant cock and on my hairless hole. Then, he picked up the pipe, took a big hit, and shotgunned me, kissing me ferociously. "Tweak his nipples!" Michael called out to Kip from behind the camera. When I jumped from Kip's touch, more of Uncle King's cock pushed into my hole. I grunted and moaned, while writhing away from Kip's thumbs and fingers. "Oh, that is just all kinds of excellent!" Kip laughed, a little sadistically. "We'll have to see if there's anything in that duffel bag for nipples. If not, my mom has clothespins I can borrow." The thought of this turned me on. I had played with my nipples while jerking off before, and always loved how it felt. These guys sure seemed to know what they were doing when it came to using a guy like me. Kip took another hit, and shotgunned me once again, while still stroking my cock. I was beginning to rock back on Uncle King's cock a little, meeting him on his subtle thrusts. I guess he didn't wanna go for broke and spook me. Almost as if he'd read my mind, King said, "Nice and slow, Little Buddy. I got you. Nice and slow. Keep rocking back on that big daddy dick. You gonna call me 'Daddy' when I plow your hot little hole, Little Buddy? You gonna tell me 'Yes, Sir!' and 'No, Sir!' when I ask you questions while I'm fucking you?" "Yes, Sir!" I answered, already getting into the spirit of it. He grinned. "Nice. We're gonna have a lot of fun. First question: "You gonna get mad if we invite other guys over to use you this week?" Wow. The thought that such a big secret as this would - could - go beyond the four of us hadn't occurred to me. Of course, I'd arrived that evening expecting nothing more than a routine workout and sleepover. "No, Sir!" I stammered, not too confidently. Then I added, "Like who?" "That's our little secret," King replied, winking at me as he rocked his cock back and forth, with a few inches now buried in my hole. "But there are quite a few guys around town who have it bad for you, Little Buddy. You're gonna have a fun time, though, I promise! You just gotta keep this all a secret, OK?" "Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Attaboy, Little Buddy!" King beamed down at me. His voice sounded proud. Slowly, Uncle King pulled his cock out, followed by the beads, one by one - which drove me insane as they put pressure on my prostate and then popped out my hairless hole. Then, he quickly stuffed his cock back in the gape before it closed up again. With the beads now gone, he now had a couple of inches more in there. "Sooooooooo fuckin' tight! Goddamn this is some Grade A boypussy right here, guys." Kip reached over and spanked me hard on my right asscheek. I jumped, and as I did so, Uncle King's cock slid in another couple of inches. This was happening, and I fucking loved it. I moaned out: "Oh, fuck me, Uncle King! Fuck me! Put it in me!" "Call me 'Daddy' Little Buddy," King reminded me. "And call Michael 'big brother,' OK? I've always wanted a boy of mine to take care of me, but Michael was never into it. You're like the faggot younger son I never had, and the cocksucking little brother Michael never had." That was off-the-chain hot. I wondered what King might have done to try to entice Michael to play with him. Had Michael done *anything* with his dad before, I wondered? With the smoke, my thoughts were nasty and scattered. I imagined that maybe King had secretly given Michael meth, too, like he had done with me. "Fuck me, Daddy!" I replied, focusing, grunting, and thrusting back on him as he got a little more aggressive with his strokes. Michael was taking pictures like crazy. He had Kip grab the Polaroid to take more of those, too. Michael came up to my head and offered me his cock, as he urged his dad on and continued taking pictures with the Pentax. I was lying back on the bench, King holding my ankles in the air while Michael squatted down to feed me his big "big brother" cock. "Come on, Dad! You're more than halfway in now. He can take it. He's all blissed out and high as fuck. Just a little further, and you're gonna bottom out and take that sweet cherry finally! Go balls deep, Dad! Show this little faggot of ours how much he's gonna love getting fucked this week at both ends!" Uncle King grabbed my narrow hips and pulled me back onto his cock, rough. He wasn't quite as aggressive as Kip had been so far, but pretty close. I realized I liked it rough. He locked eyes with me as he began to push more steadily at my hole, rocking back and forth in larger arcs now. He was fucking a few inches inside me, for sure, and hitting my prostate with each stroke. "OK, faggot," King said to me, "Second question: name some other friends of Michael's that you have a crush on besides Kip here." Michael took his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I thought for a second and answered, grinning and flashing my deep dimples, "Definitely Javon and Juan Pablo!" Michael laughed: "Oh, they'll be here later. That was a gimme and a no-brainer, the way you always gawked at them in the locker room while waiting for me to give you a ride home after practice. You like the dark meat, Little Buddy? HAWT! Well, they can't wait to sink their black and brown cocks into your pink, pale, hairless boyhole." Whenever I used to wait for Michael in the locker room after his practices, Javon would let his big black cock swing back and forth, hitting each leg as he walked. Whenever Michael wasn't around, he'd waggle it at me and wink at me, and say stuff like, "You ever see such a big cock, Little Buddy?" or, "Pretty little white boys like you shouldn't stare, ya know." I'd blush every time, but he'd flash his pearly whites and tell me he was just kidding, and that he was used to the white boys on the football and baseball teams checking him out. "Even the coaches do, so don't worry about it." Still, I'd always blush whenever he did it. But I always looked. Then, there was Juan Pablo. His parents had moved to West Virginia from Colombia, and his dad was a general family practitioner in town. Juan Pablo was openly into me, even around Michael. Michael often had to fuss at him to back off and leave me alone, but I noticed it always seemed to make Michael hard whenever Juan Pablo would "cross the line" with me. For instance, one time last summer, Juan Pablo had been one of the first ones off the field after practice, and had come over to talk to me as I sat on the bench waiting for Michael. Michael's locker was in a back corner. Juan Pablo angled himself so that anyone else coming into that row of lockers couldn't see, as he untied his football pants, fished out his cup, and waggled his massive uncut cock out right in front of my face, about an inch from my lips. "Like that, Little Buddy?" he'd asked me, point-blank, shaking it and tugging on his foreskin as his cock grew larger. Blushing, I shrugged. "Well, it likes you," he leered, taking my non-committal shrug as a yes. "Too bad Michael is so uptight, or we could have a little fun, you and me. Guys back home play around all the time." Just then, Michael rounded the end of the row, and stalked over to Juan Pablo, a pissed-off, set-jawed look on his face. "Put it away!" he hissed, looking around to make sure nobody else had seen. I guess he had a sixth sense about what was going down. Or maybe Juan Pablo had miscalculated the angle. "Chill, amigo!" Juan Pablo said, nonchalantly and slowly tucking himself back into his football pants. "The kid wants it, though. You know it and I know it." "There's a time and a place for everything," Michael answered cryptically. Now, as I lay there with his dad's cock burrowing into my tight, hairless hole, I realized what he'd meant at the time. The time was now - after my 18th birthday - and the place was right here in this dingy, run-down garage. It all made sense now, and was HOT AS FUCK! King interrupted my train of thought: "Next question: how old do most people still think you are, Little Buddy?" I blushed. This was a sore spot for me. Most people thought I was still around 14 or 15. I answered truthfully: "Usually they guess 14 or 15." "That's fuckin' hot, Little Buddy!" Kip whooped. "You really can pretend that you're Michael's little brother, eager to please him, and his friends, and y'all's pervy fuckin' daddy!" King grunted, thrusting more of his cock in, insistently now. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuck, Kip, say more shit like that and you'll have me cumming in no time!" "It's hot as fuck, King!" Kip replied. "Give him all of that daddy dick, so his big brother can fuck him next!" Michael moved around to get a close-up of his dad's massive cock about halfway in my hole now. He told Kip to put some more lube on the back end of his dad's cock, and Kip quickly obliged. When Kip finished, he came up by my head and squatted way down for me to swallow his cock. Aggressively, he gagged me. "Breathe through your nose, Little Buddy," he instructed. "You can do this. You can throat my cock all the way if you try." I got a good bit of his cock down my throat, squeezing tight once his cockhead entered my gullet, before I gagged again. Michael was taking pictures of the action. "Holy shit, that's hot, Kip! Keep it up! He almost had it all. And you can see your cock stretching out his throat when you face-fuck him. That is so off the hook!" Kip kept at it for a few more minute, gagging me intermittently. I *almost* got it all at one point, then almost puked. Kip pulled out, as I gasped for air. "That was hot as fuck, Little Buddy! I'll give you a rest. Here, smoke some more." He handed me the pipe, leaning in to shotgun with me - kissing me aggressively and grabbing my hair hard to hold me in position - after every rip I took from the bubbler. Suddenly and without warning, King reached up and tweaked both my nipples, hard, as he rammed his cock into my hole. This time, I jumped so hard that my ring gave way and he bottomed out. I could feel his big nuts mashed up against my asscrack. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" he hissed. I grunted and moaned really loud. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, fuck! That feels so good! Fuck me, Daddy! Show my big brother and his buddy what a faggot I am for your big daddy dick! Let Michael get more pictures of his little brother being y'all's boywhore and boyhole." Somehow, I just ***knew*** that I could push some of *their* buttons now, now that I knew some of *their* kinks and turn-ons. King grunted, grinned, leaned down, and told me to hold my mouth open. When I did, he spat in it. It tasted minty from his dipping earlier. "Look at you, Little Buddy, embracing the whole daddy / son / big brother roleplay thing! You're even hotter than I imagined you would be. I've known for years that you were checking other guys out - I mean, it was obvious to anyone with eyes except your dumb-as-shit parents - but we had to wait. Sorry about that, Little Buddy. But I know some guys who got into some deep shit with the law for breaking that particular Thou Shalt Not." "I understand, Dad." I replied, smiling up at him. "Good boy!" he grinned down at me. As he said this, he began to slowly pull out just a little, then easing back in, starting a slowly-building rhythm. With each pullout, he pulled a little more out, until he was longdicking me from tip to base with each thrust. "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Fuck my tight little boyhole, Daddy! Make me your bitch!" I hissed up at King, hunger in my eyes. Micheal piped up: "You're a nasty little faggot, aren't you, Little Buddy - or should I say, Little Brother? I always knew you would be. It killed me not to do anything about it. I knew you wanted it, and I wanted to help you act on your desires, but rules are rules, man." I moaned. My main crush had always been on Michael. Now, with him pretending to be my big brother? I was over the moon, delirious with horned-up, crazy, addle-minded fantasies. The smoke helped, of course. I was high as fuck, with all kinds of nasty thoughts running through my mind. Mainly, I wondered who else might be coming - or cumming - that week. And I wondered whether King had ever fucked Michael like this. It turned me on to think that King got Michael to suck and take his dick at least once. I don't know why, but the thought of him secretly slipping Michael meth like they'd done to me was a huge turn-on. "Are Javon and Juan Pablo really coming?" I asked, looking at Michael. "Yup. They'll be here later. We'll have to put the bubbler away though. They don't know I do this shit. They're due here in a coupla hours. That should give all three of us a chance to unload in your hot, hairless hole. Your hole makes you look so young, dude! It's fucking hot as hell, and it looks awesome stretched around Dad's dick, man! Just wait until you see these pix later!" King continued long-dicking me. "How's that feel, son? You like my great big daddy dick pounding your hot little boyhole?" I remembered the correct response: "Yessir, Daddy! If I'd known this felt so good, I would've been playing with my own hole all this time." Michael grinned and said: "We hid my bi mags from you, so that you had no idea how good it might feel to have a cock or something else in your ass. We wanted you as tight as possible for taking your cherry together tonight." That was hot. Still, I couldn't help but think of all the cucumbers I could've used. I'd heard boys on the bus joke about using a cucumber in the ass. Now, I wondered if they were really joking or not. King really picked up the pace now, pounding my hole and slapping his big beefy legs into my ass with each thrust. "Get ready, son! Here it cums!" he suddenly said, taking Michael, Kip, and me all three by surprise, I think. He grunted, grunted, grunted, and then - with one final total-buried-thrust - unloaded in my hairless hole. When he finished cumming, he just rested there for a minute, catching his breath. I was on fire with hunger. Pulling out, he turned to Michael and said, "Your turn." Michael waved him off. "I'll go last after all. I wanna get the pictures out of the way first before I fuck him. You go, Kip." Kip didn't need to be told twice. Shoving his dick in in one thrust, he grinned down and me and said, "Your daddy loosened you up real nice. Ready for another pounding, faggot?" King came up to my mouth and told me, "Clean my cock, son! Show Daddy what a nasty faggot he has for a son!" As Kip slammed into me, I cleaned that daddy dick, swallowing the first half, and licking off the second half to the base. I was in pig heaven. [Kip's rough fuck will be next + Javon and Juan Pablo arrive early + more guests are revealed or hinted at ... hope you enjoyed.]
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  5. Pozzed Cheerleader 2 “Yeah QB breed my hole knock my virgin ass up with powerful seed” I breathed as he slowly slipped the head of his tainted cock in my now deflowered ass. Jamie, knowing the terminology far better than I did, was struggling, but they held that bottle under his nose and soon Dan had sunk his fleshy manpole into Jamiee’s bottom. Jamie was along for the ride Pozzed Cheerleader 2 Jamie took Dan’s 9inch pole like a champion. I never saw a cock that big in person. George had about half his cock in my hole while Dan continued to sink his monster into Jamie. Javon held the brown bottle under my nose while George sank his cock into me. I could feel his wiry pubes on my bare ass. Jamie was starting to think clearly again and he muttered, “they are trying to poz us!” But Mike stuffed his cock back into his mouth and made him inhale deep off of the brown bottle. I did not know what Jamie meant. So I played along. I looked back at George without letting Javon fall out of my “gay for pay” mouth. Wtih my eyes, I begged him to fuck me. George did not care what I thought. He was going to fuck me whether or not Icared or wanted him to do it. He would pull nearly all the way out and drive back in all the way into the hilt. My cock was rock hard. I wanted to jerk off, but my hands were busy holding myself up sucking Javon’s cock while George brutally fucked me. Dan was fucking Jamie just as hard. Right next to me. Being very vocal. Jamie was sucking Mike’s huge black cock. When Javon said it was his turn. He switched with Dan and Mike switched with George. I went from sucking black cock to being fucked by one. Mike was bigger than George, but all he did was spit on his cock and pushed into me. I lowered my mouth onto Dan. The fight in Jamie was just about all gone. I was not sure what it was all about, but he was eagerly sucking George and taking Javon’s dark meat. Jamie and i were fucked by the two dark gods for what seemed like forever. My knees were beginning to hurt from the rug burns. Javon said he wanted to switch with Mike and offered us to get on the bed. Without ever pulling off of their cocks they lifted us both and took us to the bed then they switched. While Dan and Geroge switched too. Dan got behind me and took over fucking my ass. He rolled me onto my back and I guess he thought I was ready for him since I had gone up from George to Javon and now to the biggest in the room. Again, all I got for extra lube was spit. h/e stretched my ass wide. I could feel it tearing almost, and he went deep. I had tears in my eyes. He must have got off seeing the pain that I was in cause he drove his massive cock deep in my ass. When he did that I came without my cock. “Looks like we have another true bottom boy here, George.” Dan quipped, “you know how to pick them.” He continued, “We are going to knock you up and then use you to spread it across campus.” I was still unsure what he meant, but Jamie finally back to reality but too far lost in lust for huge cock to care. I will admit. I was too far gone in cock lust to care either for that matter. My own girlfriend could walk in and I would beg Dan to keep fucking me. Javon and Mike were taking turns fucking Jamie each power fucking him 10 to 15 thrusts each then switch. George was at the head of the bed slowly stroking his cock just waiting his turn somewhere. Dan was getting close to cumming, he began to hold up his stroke in my ass. I could feel his large cock pulsing in me. He was breeding me. He was knocking me up as they were saying. Dan roared and said, “take my poz seed slut, after tonight you are no longer ‘gay for pay’ but poz no woman will want you!” It was then that it hit what they all meant. What the biohazard tats all meant. Javon unloaded in Jamie. Pozzing his negative cunt as well. Dan’s cock still huge, but finally retreating from my used ass. He grabbed a champagne glass and held it under my slit and caught as much of his tainted seed as he could. Mike moved Javon out of the way before Jamie could push any of his tainted load out. When Dan was done I could see a glass half full of pink sperm. Where they had made me bleed from my first time fucking. George took it from his hand and forced me to drink about half of it. He ordered me to hold it in my mouth and kiss and give it to Jamie. I kissed Jamie, my first ever man-to-man kiss. I pushed my load into his mouth and he took it all. He swished it around in his mouth like mouthwash swallowed some and with me still on my back. He spit the rest back into my mouth. I swallowed it. Mike was now cumming in Jamie with a loud grunt. Leaving George the only one at this time who has not cum. h/e got between my legs and lined up his 7inch cock with my well fuck hole and plunged in as deep as he could. He jackhammered my ass for a good 5 minutes before he blew his tainted load in me. George withdrew his deflating cock from me. All four of them left the bed to Jamie and I to wallow in their leaking jizz, tainted and poz jizz. Jamie pulled me up onto all four’s and licked and ate my ass. My cock got rock hard. I thought of fucking him, but he pushed me down on the bed. “I am going to blow my last negative load in your straight ass” he snarled into my ear and to the cheers of George, Dan, Mike and Javon. His barely 6 inch cock squelched right into me. He pounded me hard like he was taking something out on me. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. More to Cum love the great feedback And the hot chat keep it up And I will keep you up Joey
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  6. Part 2 Two days later, I knocked on his door, unsure how this was going to go. I had never met a blind guy before. It took a minute before the door opened and I saw the guy from the pic, but fully clothed. "Hey, I'm Jeff. I'm here to help you with some profile pics" I said. "Hi Jeff, I'm Owen. Come in. Your voice isn't what I was expecting. It's a little deeper" Owen said. He could sense my movements and closed the door after I was in the room. "Private dorm room? You're lucky" I said and heard him chuckle. "I've never heard anyone say I was lucky before" he replied. We talked for a little while, getting to know each other better but he seemed to be carefully avoiding sex. It was like countless other first meetings I'd had with guys when I wasn't just hooking up to fuck. After twenty minutes, he asked "What types of guys do you normally look for?" We were just supposed to take a couple pictures for his profiles, but this was a nice segue to getting him naked for that to happen. Even better, he was initiating it so I didn't feel I was forcing him to do anything he didn't want. "I'm more into smooth bottoms. I guess it's from all those years on the swim team. Tops I meet I like to be taller and a little bigger than me. I don't mind if they have some body hair, but not a forest" I told him. "Nice... I like smooth guys. As I told you, I like to explore a guy's body with my hands and tongue and the only place I like hair is around his cock and in his arm pits. It's funny, but completely shaved is a turn off. I like to know it's a man I'm with" Owen explained. I chuckled before telling him "Yeah, I'm the same. Some of my old teammates used to shave their entire body and it just made my dick go limp. I hate stubble too." I saw him nod in agreement. I could tell he wanted to say something, but we just had an awkward pause. Right when I was about to break the silence he asked "Can I touch you? I use other senses to do what my eyes can't. Let me know if I touch where I shouldn't." I stood up and a moment later he was standing in front of me. His touch was amazingly gentle and started with my chest. He worked down my body until he got to my legs, feeling the thickness of my thighs under my sweatpants. It wasn't erotic at all and yet it felt good. "Do you want me to take my shirt off?" I asked. "Only if you want. I don't want to scare you off" Owen replied. I slowly pulled my tee over my head, tossing it on the chair I was sitting on earlier. His hands started to roam over my smooth skin, making me moan when his fingers ran over my nipples. "Do you like that?" he asked. Now it began to get more erotic and I wondered if he was trying to lure me into fucking him. "Yeah I do. It affects other parts of my body too" I said. He blushed, knowing exactly what I meant. "Can I take your shirt off too?" I asked and watched him nod his head 'yes' before I pulled it off. His nipples were just as hard as in the picture he'd sent me and it took a lot of effort not to just flick my tongue over them. "What kind of pictures do you want? Naked? Shirtless? Just your butt?" I asked. "I don't know. Do you think guys would like my body?" Owen asked. "You have a twinky body, so only guys that are into that type will like it. Everyone has their preferences, but I think there would be a lot of guys into you. How about I take a couple pictures with your phone. That way you keep control of them. Then we can edit them on your computer to only show parts of your body. I would keep your face out of them to keep it more anonymous" I told him. I took a couple pictures with his jeans on before asking him to take them off. The red jockstrap he wore underneath surprised me, but looked really hot and I told him so. I got a couple more pics and then pulled his jock off. His ass looked really nice and I desperately wanted to bury my face in and rim him. I took a few more pics and we transferred the pics to his computer. It didn't take long to crop and brighten the pictures. I told him the new folder I put them in and gave them descriptive names. "Jeff, I feel weird being naked and I think you still have your sweat pants on. Can you take them off?" Owen asked. "Of course. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. But if we're both naked, something might happen" I said. "I hope so" he said quietly. I stood up and moved back to the center of the small room and pulled my sweats off. His hands reached over and he felt over my body, rubbing over the stained jockstrap, my ass and down my legs. "You have hair on your butt and legs but your chest is smooth. Do you like wearing jockstraps too?" he asked before standing up.. I chuckled before replying "Yeah, I stopped shaving my body after I quit swimming competitively. My upper body is naturally smooth. I don't think I own any regular underwear, I just wear jockstraps since I like how they feel." I wrapped my arm around his body, pulling him close. With my other hand I tilted his head back and leaned down, kissing his soft lips. He was four inches shorter than me but felt really good in my arms. He was a good kisser too. I guess he had been pretty honest about his experiences in our month of messages. The longer we kissed, the deeper my tongue got into his mouth and the stiffer my cock got. His cock got hard too and I felt it pressing into my leg. My hand rubbed down his back and grasped his butt cheek, squeezing it while pulling it into my body. My other hand wrapped around the back of his head. We continued kissing for a couple minutes before I pulled his head back and guided it to my right nipple. Within seconds, my cock was fully hard and his tongue was working it's magic on my nip. Several minutes later I pushed his head lower and he took over, knowing what to do next. He was on his knees in front of me, slobbering over and gnawing on the pouch covering my cock. I'm sure he knew that there were dozens of dried cum shots that had soaked into the fabric. The moans coming from him told me that I wasn't pushing him too fast. His hands grasped my butt and felt really good as his fingers dug into the firm flesh. I felt him let go of one of my ass cheeks and he freed my rigid cock out of the side of the pouch. I knew his tongue was talented from our kisses and I found that his lips were just as good. What they did to my cock was on a whole other level than his kisses. He had a little problem getting all the way down, but several tries and a hand on the back of his head had his face buried into my trimmed bush. The moan he made around my shaft sent shivers through my body. This was further than I expected to go, but he was willing and wasn't slowing down or stopping. About ten minutes in, though, I needed to pull off before I shot my load down his throat. Owen was a little concerned when I pulled my cock out, but a smile came over his face when I told him he was getting me too close. The real question was if he wanted me to go further. "Want me to stop... or... go the rest of the way?" I asked softly. He whimpered a little before he said "All the way." I guided him over to his bed, watching him carefully climb up on the mattress and assume the position. My dick was still hard and I kissed down his back before spreading his butt cheeks and pressing my face in. His hole opened with only a little persuasion from my tongue. From the sounds he was making, he enjoyed my oral skills as much as I did his. Two fingers slid into the spit soaked hole and made him moan louder. As much as I wanted to slide my dick into him, I grabbed his phone first and took a closeup of his wet, slightly open hole, followed by my bare cock laying at the entrance and then another as I pushed in, with my cock head safely inside the pink ring. I set the phone down and then as my hands gripped his hips he pushed back. He was still a little tight, but that's how I like a bottom's hole. It was nice not having the discussion or even a mention about condoms. Sometimes that meant the guy was naive, sometimes too horny, or times like this where they just wanted it bare. Each thrust got my cock deeper inside his warm hole and it felt really good. The moans coming out of him told me he liked it too. Someone had taught him well and I wondered how many years he had been practicing his bottom skills. Once I bottomed out, I continued the long strokes but got more forceful. I always love the sound of two bodies slapping together during sex and this time, while unexpected, was no different. A few minutes of pounding got him to start begging. "Harder", "Faster", "Pound my ass" was coming out of his mouth. The harder I went, his cries got more ragged but he kept working his ass around my dick and pushing back into my thrusts. My hands were gripping his shoulders as I drilled and let me lean forward a bit, digging into new territory in his cunt. A few more minutes and I felt my body get close. "Ready for my load" I asked, not really caring what he said. At this point I was going to breed him whether he wanted it or not. "Give it to me... cum inside" he gasped. The first volley was strong and shot deep inside him. There was a quick thrust before the next several shots pumped more cum into his guts. I wasn't sure if it was a moan or a whimper that came out of his mouth as I came inside him, but it lasted the entire time. He felt so good wrapped around my dick which was holding my huge load inside, but eventually I needed to pull out and stand up. Once again, I grabbed the phone and took a few pics of my cock coming out of his newly bruised hole. The last one I took was his gaping hole with cum dripping out and on to his balls. "Turn around" I said calmly and watched him slowly change ends. His mouth was open with his tongue sticking out, expecting me to feed him my cum covered cock. If I'd known he was good with ass to mouth, I would have gotten him on his knees so he could lick the slime off easier. Still, he did a good job and seemed to enjoy it. Once he'd cleaned me up, I sat down on his bed and pulled him up close. I chuckled and said "I didn't expect us to do anything other than take pictures. You ok?" I asked. He moaned again. "Much more than ok. That felt really good. It's been a month since last time. You're different though. You didn't rush to get out of here like most guys. Thanks" Owen said. "Most guys are just looking for a pump and dump, so that's pretty normal. Don't take it personally" I replied. After uploading the new pics, I edited them like before and added them to the folder. He laid there on the bed naked, quietly moaning while I worked on the photos. I understood his moans, it always felt good after a fuck to feel a guy's load in me. I needed to get back home, so I explained each of the pictures, giving him as much detail as I could. I told him the two pictures that I thought he should put up on his profiles - a frontal from his neck down wearing the red jock and a butt shot with the straps from the jock framing his hot ass. "Save the action shots for guys that really seem serious" I told him.
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  7. Chapter 16- Prom Night, Part 3 The only sound in the dim motel room was the heavy breathing of two teenage boys. Brian slowly pulled his dick out of Jake’s cummy ass. As he fell over onto his back next to his boyfriend, his semi-hard cock made an audible slapping noise as it bounced off his body in the otherwise quiet room. Brian was physically exhausted and could barely catch his breath. It was like the nervous feeling resulting from what he just done had knocked the air out of him. Neither boy said anything. The sense of sadistic power that had come over Brian just a few moments before was quickly wearing off, being replaced by feelings of guilt and dread. Brian hated himself in that moment; once again he had done something so reckless, so deplorable to the boy who he had fallen deeply in love with. He kept searching for words, and he just couldn’t find any. “Jake…” Brian said meekly. Jake didn’t respond immediately. Brian hesitated. Before another word could be said, Jake got up from the bed and walked naked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. With his mind hurricane of emotions, Brian couldn’t grasp how long Jake had been in the bathroom. Had it been just two minutes, or twenty, or an hour. Brian kept searching for what to say. “Sorry” felt too small. “Forgive me” felt like it had been said too many times in this relationship already. More than anything, Brian wanted to say “Do you hate me now? ‘Cause I hate myself for what just happened.” It had been a really long day already for both of them. All of the stress of preparing for prom, and then getting there and coming out to the world. Not to mention the dancing, some booze, the intense sex. You would have thought Brian would be wide awake as he processed these feelings, but lying their alone, in the dark motel room, the exhaustion caught up to him and he started to doze off. …. Jake locked the door behind him as he went into the bathroom. He leaned on the short vanity to keep himself upright, his wrestler’s arms flexing in the mirror as he leaned into the reflection, seemingly looking for that version of himself to advise him on how he should feel right now. He loved Brian. He had forgiven him for cheating on him, and for allowing himself to get pozzed. No- for seeking it out and doing it intentionally. He had gotten past all of that. But now he was worried he had made a mistake. When he thought about what might come next- being infected with HIV, he thought he was going to be sick. He got down on his knees in front of the toilet, naked and still covered in sweat. He could feel some of Brian’s toxic cum slowly oozing out him in that stance, but after a moment and some reassurance that he wasn’t going to vomit, at least not immediately, he sat down on the floor, back against the wall. He put his head into his hands and closed his eyes. He searched his mind for emotions, and yet they were hard to make out. He was having a lot of trouble deciding if he was pissed at Brian or not, and how worried he actually even was, if at all. His toughts flashed between anger, longing, acceptance, hatred, relief. He started breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm himself down. He began to search harder for how he felt. Finally, he made a decision about how to move forward. …. Brian woke up with one of Jake’s strong hands around his skinny neck, his body straddled over Brian’s. He had a split second of panic flash across his eyes, but then realized where Jake’s other hand was- gripping Brian’s cock tightly, jerking it back into shape. Brian laid there, prone and on his back. There was just enough light coming in from the parking lot for him to look Jake deep in the eyes and try to determine what clues they could give him. He couldn’t quite interpret what he was seeing, but his best guess was… lust? Jake quickly got Brian’s cock hard again, and guided the tip of it back to his still cummy hole. As soon as he got it lined up, he impaled himself back on his boyfriend’s toxic dick. This was not a gentle fucking- Jake was proving he could be a great power bottom if he wanted to. He kept one hand locked around Brian’s neck, and moved the now-free hand to Brian’s abdomen, pushing down hard to give himself needed balance as he forcefully slid up and down Brian’s shaft. Brian was content to let Jake use him in this moment. The scene was intensely hot, but Brian was now becoming overcome by different emotions than before- relief being primary among them, but also hesitation. He worried about if Jake was thinking straight; Brian had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea that Jake could maybe be feeling that unexplainable desire to get pozzed up that he had had. But he was in no position to stop Jake now, so he lie on the bed, limp except for the rock hard cock that was getting vice gripped by his boyfriend’s tight hole each time he slammed back down onto it balls deep. Neither one of them said a word as Jake continued riding Brian’s cock. Having cum not too longer before, Brian was lasting an impressively long time, and Jake had discovered the perfect position for making Brian’s 7.5in cock hit his prostate. He was feeling an intense sensation with every movement on Brian’s dick. Nothing in his life had ever felt this good. The bed was rocking hard and squeaking loudly now as the varsity wrestler pinned his nerdy boyfriend down and took him for a ride. Eventually Brian lifted his legs, planted his feet on the bed, and started thrusting his hips up into Jake, creating an even better angle for his long cock to reach new depths. When Jake first met Brian’s up-thrust with a down-thrust of his own and felt the pleasure rocket through him even more intensely, his cock erupted all over Brian’s stomach, chest and face. That caused a chain reaction as Brian’s balls released another big load of toxic cum deep inside of Jake. Jake removed his hand from Brian’s neck, lifted himself up off of his cock, and laid down next to Brian. He pulled Brian over on top of him, his cum now squishing between their hard torsos as their bodies pressed together. He wrapped his arms around Brian and gave him a deep kiss, and then said “I love you”. “I love you too, and I’m so sorry” Brian replied. “It’s okay” Jake followed up quickly. They made out for a while longer before collapsing in utter exhaustion onto the bed, holding each other close as they fought to keep their eyes open and locked on each other. Jake fell asleep quickly, but this time Brian wasn’t counting sheep just yet. He admired Jake’s sweaty and cum-covered body, his disheveled hair, his gorgeous toned muscles and cute boy-like face. He knew he was the luckiest guy in the world, and there was no way he deserved this. Eventually Brian got up to go to the bathroom. He closed the door and looked at himself up and down in the mirror, before realizing there was what appeared to be a small amount of drying blood on his cock. And then he looked down at the sink. Jake had known they were going to spend the night here, so of course he had brought a toothbrush. But this one was sitting on the side of the sink- bristles soaked red with blood. …. After a long time gathering his thoughts and emotions, Jake had made a decision before he left that bathroom earlier- he wasn’t going to leave this motel room neg.
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  8. So, last Saturday I decided to walk over to the Ramrod - best cruise bar in town - for a beer before heading over to Slammer, my favorite fuckjoint. Got to RR around 9, it was already jammed. There's the main bar in front, to the left of that is the pool table area, now covered with plywood, since guys fuck on it - around it. Then, there's the bootblack's station opposite one of the johns (open - no walls or doors), and finally in back you get to the Patio bar, an open-air area. There's a corridor off the patio bar that leads around a corner, past another john, and back to the front bar. That corner - on the SE corner of the building - is the traditional fuck/suck area. A relatively narrow corridor, with benches built into one side. I hadn't intended to sit back there and have my beer, but the front bar was full, the patio bar was full, and I guess I was lucky to find even that one spot to sit back in Pig Alley. Sat down next to a good-lookin kid, who's boyfriend was sitting on his other side. Guys passing by, cruising everyone, blah blah blah. So a guy stood against the wall, opposite the boyfriend, cruising him. The guy sitting next to me wasn't all that happy about it, but I didn't find out about that until later. After a few minutes, the boyfriend and the guy cruising him took off their shirts. Nice-looking kid, black hair, nice body, nice bulge next to me was not at all impressed when his bf took out his Cock and the guy cruising the bf started sucking it. Shortly after that, cruiser and bf got up and walked away, leaving the guy I was sitting next to alone. I'd noticed that he was eyeing my Cock, so I just asked him if that was his bf who'd just gone off to fuck the cruiser. Kid said yeah, and he knew his bf was going to Breed the cruiser, but was pissed off that the bf didn't allow him (the kid) to take raw Cock. Raw is apparently fine for the bf, but not the kid. Saw my opening right then. So I started talking to the kid about how unfair it was that he wasn't allowed to take loads, but his bf could rawfuck any guy he wanted. Kid said yeah, it was unfair, eyeing my now granite-hard Cock in my jeans. There were other guys sucking Cock in that hallway, a few taking it up the gut. I mentioned that I was heading over to Slammer in a little while to Breed Holes at some point. So I just asked the kid if he disliked taking raw Cock, and he looked at me and said "are you crazy?" Put my arm around his shoulder, and started in on how unfair his bf was, denying him the pleasure of taking loads in the bar, watching other guys in front of us sucking Cocks, fucking, all of that. He said he wanted to take as many loads as he could - but that before they went out to the bars, his bf always Bred his Hole, and thinks that should be enough for him. By this time, the kid’s Cock was about to rip through his shorts. I just said stuff like "how unfair - you deserve the same as every other guy here, blah blah blah, and he felt up my Cock in my jeans - asked me if I'd fuck him (duh), and I said of course, but I want to eat your Hole - taste your bf's load - slurp up your Hole a bit. The kid was eyeing other guys Breeding within a foot or two of us, and when he stood up and pulled his khaki’s down, a very nice Cock sprang up, hard. So I did what I told him I would do - got up, turned him around facing the wall, bent him over and ate that beautiful Hole full of thick black hair. After eating his Hole, (bf might be an asshole, but his load tasted good in the kid’s Hole) stood up so he could suck my Cock in front of the other guys sucking Cocks, Breeding. That was ok, but not what I wanted, so stood him up and turned him around again, gently pushed him over the bench, bent over his back and quietly said "you want my load up your gut, don't you .... and you want all these other guys to watch, don't you .... The kid said he did - said “yes Sir” - so I started to fuck him. His Hole was great - actually, he was a great fuck - and in a few minutes I bend over his back and whispered a question in his ear. Something like "you want more raw Cocks, don't you - there are guys on each side of you waiting their turn - you want them too, don't you ..." The kid sort of groaned - and answered that yeah, he did want them. I just said something like "then you should have them" ... pulled out and stepped aside. In a matter of 15 minutes that sweet boy took 4 loads. So, I got on my knees and ate that Hole again, and it tasted just perfect full of Sperm off other Cocks. I hadn't shot my load yet, and asked the kid how long he was going to wait for his bf to get back. The kid just answered "fuck him". He asked why I hadn't cum up his Hole, and I reminded him I was headed over to Slammer to Breed, but asked if he really wanted my load - to which he said something like "yeah, I want your load in my ass real bad ..." Not a grammarian, but this wasn't in grammar school either. This was at least 30, more like 45 minutes after I'd first sat down next to him. SO !!! I said that since I live only a few minutes walk from here, how about I fuck/breed you in my sling? That kid's eyes opened so wide I thought his eyeballs would drop out, and he just nodded. I don't think he'd ever been slingfucked before. Well, we both pulled our pants up, and as we left that area, a number of other guys caught my eye, seemingly wanting to be invited too. But, one step at a time. So we went back to my place, and had a fantastic night of it. The poor kid had been mind-fucked into keeping his Hole closed to every raw Cock but his bf's, while the bf rawfucked any guy he wanted to. Turns out his name is Javier, and he wants to come back next weekend. He didn't mention where they lived, but I think it's some distance away. So, I didn't get to Slammer last Saturday night - but it was a very worthy trade-off. This is why I don't post on that "last load" thread. I get raw Hole easily - any guy around here can - and it's a bit unseemly to go into stuff like this all the time when so many other guys have to wait weeks or months for something like this. Of course, this is one of the main reasons I chose Ft.L. when I decided to relocate. I had fb's who'd been here a number of times, always full of great stuff to report when they got back from here. Haven't had any reason to regret moving here at all.
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  9. Pozzed Cheerleader 5 It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut Jamie and I left the hotel room as neat and clean as we could but there was stil cum everywhere. I would not want to sleep in those beds anytime soon. I lived off-campus with 3 other roommates, one was another cheerleader and the other two were on the football team. The four of us hit off our freshman year and have lived through all of our lives ups and downs. They were all very manly. I could not imagine any of them doing what I did the night before. Really, before last night, I could not imagine myself doing what I did before last night. But, as I did the ‘walk of shame’ back to my apartment. I wondered where I was going to get my next fix. My apartment was empty. I went straight to my room, dropped my gym bag, stripped down and fell asleep on top of the covers. I slept for several hours, waking only when my roommates came and went into the apartment or when my phone would ding with a new message. I heard my door open just a bit and then a short giggle. It was Mark, my cheer teammate and roommate. He was, also, good friends with Jamie. I often wondered how good of friends, but I knew he was fucking Angela one of the chunkier large breasted girls on the squad. He slyly slid into my room without me realizing it or I would have covered up. I felt his hand run up my leg and stop at my tender and still leaking hole. I glanced back at him. He smiled and said, ‘Jamie said you guys had fun last night.” “Is that all he said” I quizzed? Wondering if he knew I took a good half-dozen poz loads. “Yeah, and if I wanted a second helping of a creampie to come over and eat your!” he said as he lapped at my well fucked hole. I could not believe, my good friend, roommate, and teammate, who I suspected was bi, now confirmed, was unknowingly eating loads of poz cum from 5 guys out of my ass. His second feast of the day. He fingered my hole. “I want to fuck you” he mumbled as tongued my hole. “Yes please” I gasped. He shucked his shorts and underwear while he kept eating my ass. I was rock hard. I had seen his cock in the shower. So, I knew he was a bit bigger than my 6 inches. I thought he was closer to 7, but he was thick like a red bull can. He was rock hard when he pushed his thick mushroom head into my sore but willing ass. “Me and the boys are going to like having a willing pussy-boy around the apartment” he joked. I noticed he did not say anything about poz or anything like that. So Jamie must not have told him about all the poz loads that we took the night before. He did not ask; i was not going to tell. Mark had great stamina, and I am almost certain he just came with Jamie. So, he was going to last a while. My only question was whether my ass was going to give out first or his cock. Mark pounded me hard for 15 minutes before he added his untainted seed along with everyone else’s DNA. He shoved his cock deep in my hole. I could feel it pulse and shoot volley after volley of his untainted, till now, dna into my cunt. “I heard you got paid last night, take me next time” Mark cajoled, “you know i could use the money.” “I am tired of getting fucked for free on campus” he admitted. I just laid in bed with my eyes closed. I knew had a girl that he fucked on the team, but never knew he got fucked by other guys. I played it cool like I knew. I was going to let it all play out and see who I could convert into poz boi’s like George and his pals did to me. While Mark laid there with my ass leaking and his cock half-hard. I asked him about him and our roommates fucking me. He looked at me like I had a third eye. He told me about the summer that I had been gone at home and they were here for football camp and had been tag-teaming Jamie and the punter for the football team. Not to mention when I or Jamie was not around Mark had been the bottom of choice for our roommates. I was floored, but I did not let on. I was thinking of a way to get the whole group in one room. Mark slipped the plug back into my ass to keep his load deep inside me, and I fell asleep. I slept the rest of the afternoon and into the evening only to be stirred awake by the sounds of moans coming from the living room. I slipped on my boxer-briefs and slowly tipped-toed down the hall into the living room where my roommates Jamal and Darnel spit-roasting Mark. They were lost in the pleasure of his mouth and ass. Mark’s 7 inch cock was as rigid as it had been just a few hours ago fucking me. Jamal had a good 8 inch cock sliding in and out of Mark’s tight white ass and Darnel was sporting a goo8.5 inch dark piece of meat in Mar;s hungry mouth. “Well, look who we have here” Darnel almost sang in his deep baritone voice. As Jamal looked around, but kept laying his meat pipe in Mark’s sweet cunt of an ass. “Mark had been telling us about your evening getting turned out by the rich alumni and his afternoon with the new apartment bottom slut” Darnel continued. Again, no mention of the positive aspect of my evening. I was staunch if they did not ask, i was not going to tell. “Why don’t you come over her and sit your used hole on my fat balc cock” he insisted. I wasn’t quite ready for more cock, but I was in no position to say no. Darnal moved to the couch and my close friend and star DB for the football team removed the plug from my aching hole and I sat down on his oversized black and assumed for now a negative cock. Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had breed us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Thank you for reading. I am getting busy. I will not be able to write as much as I like maybe a story a week. Thank you for all your hot emails and phone calls. I cum a lot thanks to you Joey
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  10. The session had been arranged for eleven In the evening. The Sauna closed at ten on Monday to Wednesday evenings and most of the guys had already left by then. On this particular Tuesday Simon and Craig, the two receptionist/caretakers had had a very quiet evening with only half a dozen guys visiting after work and leaving early. They had already cleaned all the cum and condoms from the private rooms and mopped the floor of the sauna, cinema and glory holes cubicles by ten thirty. That just left the larger communal fucking room to clean up and cafe area. Simon told Craig that he was happy to finish cleaning the cafe and communal room himself and told him to go home to his boyfriend. Craig looked a little surprised as Simon had never done this before, but was glad to get away early. Simon was glad to get rid of Craig tonight as he would never have approved of the event that were planned for this evening. He cleaned the cafe and prepared the communal area then retrieved his holdall from his locker. He had brought a dozen black hoods with him but, doubted he would need that many. He also unloaded half a dozen large bottles of lube, a tray of twelve small bottles of poppers, twenty five meters of paracord and a couple of small penknives to cut the cord if required. That done the venue was ready. The event had been set up via a contact site that put guys wanting to be bred and pozzed in contact with breeders who were willing to perform the service. Simon had been a lurker for a few weeks before he made contact with anyone. The idea of being pozzed had long been a turn on, but it was only after chatting to other guys on the site and realising they wanted it as well made him realise actually doing it was what he wanted more than anything. The thought of completely surrendering himself to someone else and being converted was all he'd thought of over the last few months. It was then he had the idea of a poz conversion event at the sauna where he worked. He fielded the idea to other guys in the chat room and eventually had four poz tops and seven chasers who wanted to attend and either lived close enough or were willing to travel. Of course, Simon was realistic and knew that it was possible that no one would turn up. The arrangement was the the chasers would be hooded so they were unable to identify who had fucked them. Their hands would be tied at the back so during their breeding they wouldn't be able to take the hood off. The breeders could also wear a hood if the wanted to but it wasn't compulsory. The chasers agreed that if they attended there was no going back. They would be bareback fucked for the purpose of being pozzed. The chasers were to arrived at eleven on the dot. Anyone who was late would not be admitted. The breeders were to be there by eleven thirty. Simon would place the hoods on the chasers, and tie their hands. Simon himself would let the breeders in then put his own hood on. Although he had seen them he wouldn't know who had fucked and hopefully converted him. Eleven o'clock arrived and Simon unlocked the front door. He saw a couple of guys lurking in the shadows of the building opposite and unsure whether they were participants went back inside. Within thirty seconds the two guys pushed the door open and came inside. One guy was very young, possible nineteen or twenty. The other was in his late forties. The younger was skinny with shortish brown hair and not bad looking. The older was average build with a shaved head that really suited him. Both appeared quite nervous. Simon wondered if the other two he was expecting were outside so he had a quick glance to check outside to check. There was no sign of anyone else and as it was now almost ten past eleven he closed and locked the door. He led the two guys to the communal area. The older guy was really up for it. He said he'd been dreaming about being pozzed for the last ten years and had lots of bareback sex as a bottom but it had just never happened. They knew what was going to happen to them so stripped quickly. The young guy was so hard his cock was upright and bouncing off of his belly as Simon placed the hood over his head and tied it loosely around his neck. He tied his hands behind his back and Simon sat him on the raised platform in the middle on the room. The older guy had a very thick cock which was around six inches. He had precum dripping from it. Simon prepared him with a hood and tied his hands behind him. While he was tying his hand Simon noticed he had a great arse, really beefy and hairy. The time was now almost twenty five past eleven so Simon went back up to the entrance to await the breeders. He hoped upon hope that at one would show up otherwise there would three very disappointed guys with holes to fill. Simon opened the door at just before Eleven thirty. Four guys entered almost immediately. *To be continued*
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  11. Part 14 Danny: The semester was flying past and I was looking forward to going home for the Thanksgiving holiday break. My parents were eager to see me since I'd only been home once so far. Ben wanted to see me too, but had been reluctant to tell me what he had planned. "Keep Wednesday night open and don't plan on going home that night" was all he would tell me. I asked Tony what his plans were and he told me he was going to his boyfriend's parent's house. "My parents don't want me around my brothers and sisters if I'm gay. That's not going to change, so I'm not going there ever again. At least my brothers still chat with me" Tony told me. I wondered if that would happen to me too. At least I didn't have any siblings, so that excuse wouldn't work. It made me decide to wait until after graduation to come out to them. I had to turn in a paper on Monday, which meant I couldn't go home on Friday like a lot of other people did. Tuesday afternoon I packed the car up and headed home. My parents weren't happy that I was going to be gone Wednesday night, but understood me wanting to see Ben again. The address he gave me was half way to the city. I found a parking spot, went to the building and got buzzed up to the apartment. Ben was waiting for me, leaning against the door frame with a huge grin on his face. He looked different, even with clothes on. His hair was longer, his ears were pierced with large round studs on his lobes and a bar across the top of his left ear. A horseshoe piercing hung from his nose. His goatee was now a full, trimmed beard. Another guy was waiting on the couch and Ben introduced him as "Jeffrey, my boyfriend." My heart sank, thinking that my plans of spending the night fucking Ben were now history. Jeffrey seemed nice enough, but his effeminate voice and gestures weren't what I was expecting. He was thin, his reddish-brown hair was pulled back in a knot and his long face had a little bit of makeup on it - eyeliner and maybe some lipstick. The weather was cold so I wasn't surprised that they were wearing jeans and long sleeve shirts. I hoped they didn't stay on long since I wanted to see "a little ink" that Ben had gotten. He had told me about it shortly after I left for school but he had never sent pictures of it. We had a few beers and talked a while, catching up even though we still texted daily. There were a lot of details that he had omitted from our texts that surprised me. "So... How are you dealing with Stu's gift?" Ben finally asked. It had been one thing that we never talked about after Ben's big blowup and my acknowledgment that he'd given me a couple STDs as well. Neither of us had talked about the HIV infection, though. I assumed that if I got it, he did too. "Which one?" I asked, trying not to assume which of the several gifts he had given me Ben meant. "The permanent one. I assume if you took as many loads as it sounded, there was no escape from getting pozzed from him too" he said, coldly. "No, I didn't escape that surprise. I didn't find out for a while, though. Unfortunately I gave it to some other guys without knowing" I replied. The evening was getting depressing and not nearly as fun as I hoped. "That sucks. Were they pissed? I know I was. I still am" Ben said. I could see the anger in his eyes. I sighed and said "Only a couple will talk to me, but they're doing OK." "Cool. I learned to embrace it rather than let it eat me up. I found out that there's a lot of guys that like the risk" Ben said. I looked over and Jeffrey's face was bright red and he was looking down. "It looks like one of them is next to you" I replied, feeling my cock twitch. "Yeah. He didn't take very long to convert. Thirteen days before the flu struck, I think. He begged for it every time too. How about you? You been sharing or did you go on meds?" Ben asked. "Not yet... One of the guys convinced me to stay off for a few months" I told him. Instantly, Jeffrey's eyes lit up and he licked his lips. Ben smiled too. It looked like both were interested in having sex, so maybe this night wasn't going to be a bust after all. -- Evan: Danny was heading back home for the holiday and seemed pretty excited. He'd told me about one of his friends that had gotten pozzed just like he did. He was eager to see him again. I didn't have anything nearly as fun to look forward to. I knew I'd be spending all of my spare time helping my dad with projects around the farm. I headed out Friday night to the bar just outside of town where the younger crowd hung out. By younger I mean under forty. Several of my friends from high school were there and since we were just a year or two over 21 we were the youngest people around. After a few games of pool, I was talking to this guy and he seemed to be flirting. The only guy that had ever flirted with me around my home town was a sissy guy that gave really good blowjobs. Of course, as soon as he graduated he couldn't get out of town fast enough to some place where he could be himself and not live in fear. Wes was careful with his words but there were enough innuendos to know he was interested. "I just moved back last August, since my parents aren't healthy. I forgot how much work it was and how lonely it can be being single again" he said. Another comment "My partner didn't even want to try and make it work... either long distance or by moving here" had the red flag with the word 'partner'. No one ever said that around here, it was either wife or girlfriend. Every guy wanted to make sure you knew he was straight, even if he didn't mind a fag sucking his dick in a bathroom stall sometimes. When we finished our beers, I said "I think this is my round." He grabbed my wrist as I went to reach for his glass. "I can't take anymore of this shitty beer. I got some decent whiskey back at my place if you're interested" he said quietly. I followed his pickup down some narrow roads until he pulled off and drove up to a two story garage at the end of a long gravel driveway. The big door opened and he pulled in, over to one side and motioned me to pull my truck next to his. With both trucks parked, he closed the door and I followed him up the stairs to the second story apartment. "My parents built this for the old farm manager. He left a few years ago so I moved in to have some privacy from my parents who live in the main house down the road" he explained. The apartment looked nice and looked a lot more urban than I expected. He took a bottle out of a booze cabinet and set it on the counter before fishing two glasses from a kitchen cabinet. "Rocks?" he asked and I nodded. He poured one with ice and one without. We said 'cheers' and I took a sip of the unbelievably smooth brown liquor. -- Danny: Jeffrey unfolded himself from his cross-legged position on the couch and asked "Another beer, hun?" and I told him "Yeah, thanks." I took one last swig from the beer I had and swallowed it down. I could feel Jeffrey coming up behind me so I reached out my hand to grab the new bottle of beer. Suddenly I had a cloth over my mouth and nose and everything went black. I woke up on Ben's bed, with my wrists in heavy cuffs, tied to the bed frame. I was naked, just like Ben and Jeffrey. I looked them over and realized Ben had gotten more than "a little ink." His left arm was covered and there were a few on his right arm too. The biohazard tattoo that was nestled in his pubic hair right over his cock looked surprisingly hot. "Interesting ink, Danny. That's the scorpion from Stu's basement, isn't it? Maybe you were more willing to get knocked up than you said" Ben said, putting a pair of clips on my nipples with a chain between them. He gave two tugs to make sure they were latched on good. "No... It's just a reminder of who changed my life... and several others" I replied. "I bet some guys find it hot and want you to sting them" Ben said as he crawled on the bed between my legs. He pushed my legs back and that's when I noticed the cuffs on my ankles. Jeffrey clipped a short bar to each one and then a rope from the bar to an eyelet screwed into the headboard. "Tonight, though, we'll be stinging you. One good thing I learned from him was that I like fucking as much as getting fucked. As you can see, I like tying up my bottoms. I learned my lesson and now I want to be in control" Ben said. "Oh fuck" I said and with no further prep Ben shoved in. I screamed out in pain and Jeffrey stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. Ben pulled out and added some lube before pushing back in. He chuckled and said "Guess there's no need to wreck your hole. You're already pozzed up. It's just habit now." Ben spit down over my taint and let the saliva His cock plunged in, going deeper and faster with each passing minute. My own dick was hard as a rock and dripping pre. This wasn't how I expected our evening to go. Ben had told me about Stu making him fuck a guy, but I thought it was just a one time thing. I guess Ben and I were a lot more alike than we knew. -- Evan: He set his glass down and I could tell he was hesitant to make the first move. My eyes wandered, taking in his sexy body. His dark brown beard was trimmed and his hair stylishly cut - close on the sides and longer on top. The untucked tee fit loose over his torso and the jeans were tight, covering a firm butt and a nice bulge. There was a thick coating of hair on his arms and I hoped the rest of his body matched. He was talking but my mind was occupied enjoying the sights. I realized he was waiting for an answer and I had no idea what he asked. "Uh... Sorry. My mind was elsewhere" I said. He chuckled and said "I could tell. I asked if you were seeing anyone." "Nah, I've never found anyone that can put up with me for very long. My eye tends to wander" I replied, wanting to rip the tee shirt over his head and see what was hiding underneath. "Like now?" he asked. I set my glass down and moved closer and cupped his bulge with my hand,squeezing gently. "Yeah... and my hands like to wander too" I replied. He grinned back at me seconds before his lips hit mine. One of his hands wrapped around my ass and the other on the back of my head, pressing our faces together. His tongue dug into my mouth and the kiss got more aggressive. It lasted a few minutes until he pulled my head back and stared at me a moment. "Fuck yeah. I did find the other queer guy in the county" he said. "I'm sure there are others but they're all buried in their closets" I replied. "I just need one. You up for some fun?" Wes asked. I didn't really say yes, but the big grin on my face said it for me. We ended up in the bedroom in a few seconds and unfortunately he started pulling his clothes off, leaving me to do the same. I didn't get to slowly reveal his body, but got to see it completely naked all at once. In the gay dictionary, under the definition of 'otter' is a naked picture of Wes. The dark brown fur covered most of his front, except for the shaved bit under his jawline. Both nipples were pierced and I quickly found out that a tongue flicking over them pumped his cock up to an impressive eight inches. He tasted amazing and I slowly sunk down to my knees. I looked over the veiny shaft before taking it into my mouth. He stood there, letting me work on his dick. My tongue went into overdrive, exploring every square inch of his manhood. Pulling the foreskin back the rest of the way revealed his cock head and some new tastes for my tongue to enjoy. I had no sense of time but I had been slobbering over his shaft for a while when he pulled my head off. "My turn" he said, pulling me up to my feet. We kissed a moment and he mimicked my slow descent to my knees. He stopped part way down, though, and pulled back. "Damn... you have a big secret, huh?" he said and I saw him staring at the tattoo on my chest. -- Danny: The jolts of pain faded from his hard thrusts. I had never imagined Ben to be a top, much less an aggressive one. With a little more lube in my hole, his cock slid in and out a lot easier. It was a little weird having Jeffrey watching me get fucked, but he stayed close and kept stroking his cock and seemed to like the sight. While I never thought about being tied up during sex, it definitely turned Ben on. Ben slammed in and stayed planted. He looked down at me, the grin gone from his face. "You didn't answer my other question. Have you been sharing? Following in Stu's footsteps?" Ben asked. I swallowed hard but I also gripped his dick hard. "Yeah, found some guys that were looking for it. I know all but one are poz now. But I won't do it like Stu. They have to want it" I said, slowly releasing the pressure on his cock. "Good boy. There's a never ending supply, it seems. Too bad lots of them flake" Ben said, slowly plowing his bare cock into me. "Then you find one like Jeffrey here, a talented bottom that was on the fence. I didn't even try to convince him, but once he got his first load he couldn't get enough. I think the first day's loads did it, but he was too much fun to stop" Ben continued. His thrusts got harder and I worked his cock over, trying to coax his charged seed into my guts. My wish was granted a few minutes later when he drilled me quickly for a minute and then began to shoot. I started to shoot too. The ropes covered my face and chest but Ben's were also filling me up. Ben had a huge grin on his face when the pulses stopped and Jeffrey did too. I'm sure mine was the biggest though. -- Evan: The moment Wes saw the tattoo I figured the evening was over. At least I got to suck him a bit, which was more than I expected while I was home. "Yeah. I assume you know what it means" I said. A smile came over his face. "The ink looks fresh. Are you undetectable yet?" he asked. I sighed and told him "No" and moved back. "It looks like our fun is going to be different than I was planning... unless you're a total bottom" he said, kneeling down and pulling my cock to his lips. I was surprised that he wanted to continue, but I moved back to my original spot. He sucked like a pro and seemed to like pressing his face into my bush. Wes's lips, tongue and throat brought me close and then backed off. He knew how to make a blowjob last. I just wasn't sure what he meant about our fun changing. It didn't take me long to find out. He pulled off my cock, letting the head pop from his lips. Wes gripped my hand and pulled me to the bed, climbing on and getting on all fours. His hairy ass looked so hot and his legs were spread so I could see the pink ring among the fur. "Uh... I don't have any condoms or lube. Do you?" I asked, having left all of my sex stuff back at school except for a glass dildo that I planned on using on my ass daily over the break. My mouth starting to drool thinking about how good his ass was going to taste. "Haven't used them in years and I'm not going to start again with your dick. Spit and shove... And I hope those balls are full" he said, which made my cock twitch. My hands spread his butt apart and my tongue dove in. As much as I liked sucking his dick, his ass was even better. When my tongue dug into the hole he clamped down on it a moment and then relaxed. I poked my tongue in a few times and then he gripped it tight. Both of us were moaning loudly and after a few more jabs with my tongue he growled out "Give me that dick!" A string of precum was hanging off my cock as I leaned back and lined up my rigid dick before resting the head on his ring. I waited a moment and was about to push in when he shoved back. He growled and I heard the pain in his voice. My hips pulled back only an inch and then I thrust in, driving a few inches further into his cunt. It was his turn and he pulled off an inch and then shoved back again. I was over half way in and I couldn't wait much longer. My hands gripped his hips and I began to fuck. Wes was tight, but knew how to work his ass around a dick. My thrusts settled into a good rhythm, with the occasional hard jab where my hips slammed into his ass. He moaned and grunted, encouraging me to fuck harder or deeper. If I didn't do it, he fucked himself back on my cock. My balls started to tingle and I didn't want to breed him, at least not yet. One hard thrust planted my dick in him and I said "On your back." He rolled over, never letting my cock come out of his ass and I put his legs on my shoulders. The grin on his face seemed to be frozen there. His eyes locked on mine and I began plowing again. A few minutes later he started to work his ass around my cock again. With the hard squeezes from his ass muscles I knew it would be only a few minutes before I would be flooding his ass with my charged load. My breathing got labored and I told him "I'm close... you want me to pull out?" It might not matter if I did, enough of my precum had coated his chute that he could easily get infected with just that. Wes clamped down on my shaft as I drove in and then relaxed as I pulled back and plunged back in. This time he gripped my shaft as I pulled back. "Breed my ass!" he grunted and that drove me over he edge. I thrust in and emptied my balls as deep as I could. My whole body shook as the orgasm consumed my body. When I came down from the post orgasmic high, I looked down at him and the grin was still on his face. -- Danny: My gut was full of Ben's seed and Jeffrey was climbing on the bed to take his place. He wasn't as big as Ben was, but my empty hole felt better with it rooted in me. Jeffrey looked nervous and I realized that he didn't top often or at all. The first few thrusts were awkward but he soon got more relaxed. I remembered the first few women I fucked and could instantly relate. I just never got to the point where my strokes felt natural. With women, at least. With guys it was totally different. "Yeah... that's better. Feel how good his pussy feels around your dick?" Ben asked Jeffrey. He plowed a little faster and then slowed down. I could sense he was getting close and wanted to fuck longer. I wanted him to fuck longer too. "Fuck that poz ass. Churn up Ben's load!" I told Jeffrey. He started to pound harder and finally opened his eyes again and looked at me. Slowly a smile covered his face but it lasted only another couple minutes before his strokes got ragged. Jeffrey gasped and then I felt his cock pulse around my outer ring. It felt like he went on for minutes, filling my ass with his newly charged cum. "Yeah, that's how you knock up a guy. Do that on Friday and you'll have your first one" Ben said. They untied me from the bar and then the bed. It took a few minutes for the circulation get back into my arms and legs. I took the opportunity to do what I'd wanted to do since Ben called up yelling about getting an STD. I pulled him into a hug and kissed him. When I let go of him, I looked behind me and Jeffrey was laying on the bed. As soon as he saw me look at him, he raised his legs up, showing off his freshly pozzed ass. "He wants your load before he goes. It's a seven hour drive and it should take that long for both our loads to soak in" Ben said. I crawled on the bed, taking my position. Ben was close and watched my every move. My cock had never softened after Ben bred me and I shot my load. I hoped I had something left to pump into Jeffrey's ass. My hands gripped Jeffrey's ankles and I aimed my cock to his hole. It took a few seconds of pressure before my cock broke past the ring into the cum filled chute. "Root him. He likes it rough" Ben said. Not wanting to disappoint either of them, I shoved in, paused and then began to pound him. Ben was right, Jeffrey was a talented bottom and once I got settled into fucking him he got verbal too. "Please, Danny. Breed me! I need to feel your poz cum inside me" he cried out. "Yeah? Want my bugged cum mixing with Ben's in your hungry cunt?" I asked. Jeffrey nodded vigorously and I saw Ben smile again. I only lasted five minutes or so before I couldn't hold off any longer. It wasn't the biggest load, but several spurts of cum added to Ben's load. When I pulled my cock out, Ben stuffed a plug into Jeffrey's ass. A minute later, Jeffrey was in the shower and Ben and I were on the couch talking again. Jeffrey came out all dressed with a backpack over his shoulder. "See you Sunday" he told Ben and was out the door. Ben stood up, reached his hand out and dragged me back to the bed. We didn't sleep much and I think both of our cocks were sore in the morning. -- Evan: Once my cock had softened, I reluctantly pulled it out of Wes's ass. "Your turn" I said, wondering if he wanted me on fours, my back or riding his very hard cock. When his fingers beckoned me closer I knew. I spit on my hand a couple times and quickly used it to rub over and in my sweaty hole before I straddled him. It wasn't enough and as I sunk down on his hard shaft, my hole burned as it tried to stretch around his cock. My ass came to a rest on his body and I waited a moment, letting my chute adjust to his girth. Slowly, I started to ride his cock. The first minute or two were with short strokes before I began to raise up further. His dick felt good in my ass, but this wasn't a position I liked. Wes sensed my muscles starting to give out and suddenly I found myself on my back, legs spread and his cock buried in my hole. The grin was still stuck on his face as he built up speed and drilled my ass. I reached up and ran my fingers through the damp fur on his chest while he kept fucking. When my finger ran over his nipple he thrust in harder. I laughed and then did it again. He growled and then yelled "Don't!" I can be a demanding bottom some times and I needed to feel his cum in my pussy. My fingers flicked over both nips and then I clamped my ass around his cock. Wes's cock throbbed, pumping his cum into my hungry cunt. "You know, that might be the last neg load I shoot in a guy" Wes said, hovering over me with sweat dripping off his face. "That what you want?" I asked. His grin started to look a little sinister and he nodded. "Let's make sure, then" I said, rolling him over and shoving my once again hard cock back in. It was a quick fuck, but left more of my seed inside him. Saturday afternoon we met behind the abandoned gas station on Highway 8. With our jeans dropped just enough, I bent him over the hood of his pickup and pounded him for five minutes until I filled him up one more time.
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  12. The following story is complete fiction. It never happened and any similarity to real life people/situations is a bizarre coincidence. Another BZ member gave me the idea for this story and I got carried away. One short part became six longer ones to make up a complete story. Like a lot of my stories, there's no sex in part 1, just setup for the two main characters. ------ Part 1 I'd been chatting with this guy, pktbtm, for a few weeks. It usually was a short conversation and since there were no pics on his profile, I didn't expect much to come out of it. He was fun to talk to, though. It didn't sound like he had a lot of experience, but the mostly vanilla stuff that he'd tried he seemed to like and his descriptions didn't sound like they were from just a good imagination or hours of watching porn. He was going to the same university as I was, but was living on the other side of campus in a dorm. His profile said he was a short bottom guy, only five foot two inches tall and a lightweight 115 pounds. One of the tall bears I knew called guys like him "pocket fags" since guys like him could easily pick them up and carry them home. Pktbtm listed himself as naturally smooth all over and a clean shaven face. Unlike a lot of bottoms that wanted their profiles to appeal to the most guys, he listed his preference for bare sex and "ask me" for his status. That usually meant that he was poz, probably undetectable. It didn't deter me, since I listed the same, but I was still neg. I didn't see him on for a couple weeks and when I spotted him back on I asked what happened. "Some asshole catfished me. He never showed and then blocked me, so I took a break from the apps" he sent back. "Sorry. That sucks. Some guys are dicks like that" I replied. "At least you're friendly. I don't think we'll ever meet, but its fun to chat with you. That guy kept talking about meeting and how he was going to fuck my brains out, but it was just a game to him" he said. "Yeah, I'm not that kind of guy. If I say I'm going to meet, I do. Most turn out pretty good, but sometimes there's no chemistry. I'm vers so it depends on my mood as to what kind of guys I look for, too" I replied. "Do you mostly top or bottom?" he asked. "About 50-50" I replied. Our conversation continued on for another twenty minutes until I asked "What's your ideal hookup?" He didn't respond right away and I was wondering if he was trying to make something up or just fat fingering his message like I sometimes did. "I like a lot of body contact" was his first reply and then "explore a guy, licking and sniffing before I start to suck his cock and balls. I use my tongue a lot and finally let him take me. I prefer it when a guy starts out slow and gets harder and harder until he cums deep inside me. We lay there a little bit and when he pulls out I suck him clean. Hopefully he gets hard and wants to fuck again" he said. "Sounds like fun. Do you always fuck bare?" I asked. "Unless the top wants to cover it, but not many do. I prefer it raw and to feel him shoot his cum inside me" he said. "Yeah, its a good feeling. Do you like doggy or missionary?" I asked. "I don't care. It's up to the top. Us bottoms can't be too picky" he replied. The next night we picked up where we left off. "So... don't you have any pics to show off?" I asked. "Only one that I send out when asked. I don't even know if its a good picture. A friend took it last year before I got sunburned at the pool" he replied. "Mind if I see it? I'd just like a better idea of who I'm talking to" I asked. I knew he had already seen the ones on my profile. "I guess. I don't think you're going to stalk me" he replied. A few minutes later he added a private pic and unlocked it. I looked over the picture and noticed a really cute twink. He was naturally thin and didn't have a lot of muscle on his body. Based on his weight and height, I didn't expect any. The blue speedo didn't have a huge bulge, either. While I loved hung bottoms, I found them hard to find. They usually went for the built jocks instead of a swimmer like me. His nips looked tasty as did his lips, the only part of his face I could see from the hat and sunglasses covering the upper part. "Damn sweet. You should have some visible pics on the site... maybe crop off your head and have one showing your naked butt" I said. There was a few minute pause before he replied, which wasn't normal with our conversations. "I can't really do that. I'd need help. But I wouldn't want any of my regular friends help me. None of them are gay" he replied. I'd met a lot of people who couldn't edit photos and I'd helped several guys, both gay and straight, get better pics for their profiles. "Uh... I could help you, if you want. It might be a good way to meet with no pressure of sex" I said. The pause was longer this time. I was almost ready to log off when he replied "Thanks. But I don't know. I guess I should tell you that I'm blind. That's why I don't like showing pics since I don't know what they look like. "Blind? As in can't see well or at all? Sorry, I didn't know" I replied. I'd had a few guys tell me all sorts of things on hookup sites. One guy only had one ball, another was an amputee, and one had scars from being burned in a car accident. All had turned out to be fun and while we may have had to adapt, it wasn't any worse than guys with phobias like not wanting their feet touched or being tickled. "Totally blind. I don't put it on my profiles since some people fetishize things like that or think I'll let anyone fuck me since I can't see them" he replied. "That's nuts. I guess it makes sense to only tell someone after you make sure they're not going to freak out. Everyone has preferences to the types of guys they are interested. Well, my offer is still there, if you want me to help you get some pics up" I said. "I guess it wouldn't hurt. I might not put them up, but it would be good to have some since it's stopped a lot of guys from meeting" pktbtm said.
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  13. Part 4 The next Thursday night I was back at his room. "Can you fuck me on my back again? I really liked it that way" he asked. Owen must have really liked it since he was a lot more active than our previous fucks. At one point he even wrapped his legs around me, pulling my body tight against his. I found that twisting his nipples got him to really clamp down on my cock with his ass. Twenty minutes later he had another load in his gut. "God that feels so good. Uh... any drip this week?" he asked. I laughed. "No, sorry. I only fucked with one other guy since last time" I said. "Ok... Don't tell me until after we finish if you do get one" Owen said meekly. That's when I realized he might be hiding some kinks. Saturday afternoon I started to feel a little off and by night I was in bed with chills instead of at a club trying to find some dick. Sunday was worse and my roommate asked if he should find a place to crash for a few days so he didn't catch it. I thought I knew what it was and told him I thought he was safe unless he wanted to get fucked right now. He didn't find that comment nearly as funny as I did. My dick was rock hard but I doubted I had enough energy to get it into his straight ass, much less fuck him anyway. By Tuesday I was feeling human again and the rash was gone a day later. The horniness and night sweats remained. I knew I shouldn't, but I met Owen on Saturday afternoon. My dick slid in easier than any time we'd fucked. "Did someone else fuck you?" I asked. He chuckled before saying "Yeah... One of my neighbors asked the other day. He said his girlfriend wasn't putting out and he had heard me getting fucked a few times and wanted to see how it felt. I guess he liked it, since he fucked me again this morning. He said it was hot that I wanted it raw and can't get pregnant. The only thing is he will only fuck me doggy style so he doesn't know he's fucking a guy. And he's nowhere as good as you." I stuffed my cock all the way in, feeling the other guy's cum inside him. "Fuck, that's hot. I wonder if it was one the guys that was in the hall listening to us last week" I said. I love fucking a sloppy hole and to know it was straight guy jizz made it even hotter. The thought that I could be giving him my first charged load also turned me on. Well, first two charged loads. I followed his instructions too. We were laying there after the second round while I gently stroked his cock, keeping it hard and leaking precum. "Owen... you said you wanted me to tell you after we fucked if I had picked something up" I started out. "Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "I got sick after we met last week. I think I converted. You probably have two poz loads in your ass right now" I said calmly. I really didn't know how he'd take it and my stomach was churning like crazy waiting for his response. "Poz? Do you mean HIV?" he asked unemotionally. "Yeah. I'm not sure since I haven't gotten tested, but all the symptoms I had may mean I got pozzed on Spring Break. We can go to the clinic for you to start pep, if you want" I explained. "No... I'll see what happens. When are you going to find out... for sure?" he asked. "I dunno. Maybe in a month or so. Why?" I asked him. "They will put you on medications once they know. I hope we can fuck a lot before then" he said. "You want me to give it to you?" I asked as a grin grew across my face. "Mmhmm. You can even tell me while you're fucking me. That would be so hot" Owen replied. He only had morning classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so we met the next Tuesday afternoon. There wasn't a load of cum in his ass this time and after just a little spit he begged me for my dick. "Please, Jeff... Wreck my hole and... knock me up" he said. He sounded uncertain and I didn't think it was from being scared about getting pozzed, since he was really excited when I got there. It was more like he was unsure of how he said it. "You've been reading up, huh?" I asked after I settled into a firm drilling. I could tell that he was in pain from the lack of lube. After another minute, I drove all the way in and held my cock deep inside of him. Owen gasped a few times as his body slowly stopped quivering. "I listened to a couple porn videos, but I found some erotic stories that really turned me on. Did I say that right?" he asked. "Mmhmm. And you're right, your ass is wrecked right now and all ready to take more of my viral cum. Do you want that?" I asked, slowly pulling my cock back. "Oh yeah... fuck me hard and breed me full of your poz cum!" he cried out. The moment he finished talking I shoved back in. I waited a few seconds to see if he said any more but all I got was "Fuck me!" My leaking precum had made it easier to plow his hole by now and I pounded him for another ten minutes. I'd never heard him be so vocal and he worked his ass around my shaft harder too. My balls told me I was getting close. I pulled his shoulders back and wrapped my arm around his neck. His sweaty back was against my chest while my hips rolled. I reached around and grasped his steel hard cock. Each squeeze made him flex his hole around my dick. "You're going to be my first... Ready to get charged up?" I whispered into his ear. "Breed me, Jeff, breed me" he gasped as I felt his ring clamp down on my shaft. My cock throbbed like never before and I heard him moan with each one. After the last pulse, I pushed him forward until he was flat on his stomach and I was laying on his back with my cock still hard and inside him. When my cock started to soften, I pulled out and rolled over. My cock was a dark pink color and I wasn't sure if it was the skin from the hard, barely lubed fuck or if it was from Owen's blood mixed with my cum coating it. A quick look at his hole revealed that I'd torn him up pretty good. "Mmmm, that pussy is really wrecked. You should be knocked up soon" I said. "Ahhh, fuck yeah" he moaned out before asking "Can you go again? I want more!" I chuckled and told him I needed a few minutes. The second fuck was short and probably as long as he was getting from most of his other hookups. Even with the load from earlier, it was clear he was in pain. He never asked me to stop or to hurry up, he took it like the hungry bug chaser that he'd become.
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  14. For the next six months I just kept scaring the shit out of myself. I knew I couldn't stop having sex with strangers, it was just too exhilarating. Two or three times I had repeat sessions with guys, but it just felt boring and wrong. Every time I approached a new stranger I promised myself I would have them suite up. By the time their cock approached my vulnerable hole it was always raw and I knew I needed the cum. They didn't all breed me but most did. I was easily taking ten strangers loads up my ass every week. And, I never had the fucking good sense to ask their status. I was loosing my mind I was so fuckin frightened. I couldn't believe I hadn't gotten sick and I hadn't gotten checked out, just too damn frightened. I knew the clerk at the bookstore must have been poz with his scorpion tattoo so I'd taken at least one poz load and seemingly dodged the bullet. I hadn't heard that guys could get it without getting the fuck flu. Then one night I got picked up by a group of three guys at the cruising woods. They had watched as four strangers bred my ass and knowing I was well lubricated wanted a more private party. They were all football player builds so I couldn't believe my good fortune. We loaded into a black double cab Ram pickup and drove for about an hour to a remote cottage. The guy in the back seat with me fished out his semi hard dick and I spent the ride servicing his thick 6 inch hardon. With each passing minute and each dizzying turn my fear grew. I'd definitely done some stupid things and had sex in risky places but I'd never been this reckless. They could be planning to kill me and dispose of my body. Noone would have had a clue where I had gone. The cottage was very rustic. One big room with a sling hanging in the middle. I was immediately stripped and lashed into the swing. The guy I'd been sucking pushed his ridged cock back in my mouth. One of his friends stood at my head on the other side and presented a beautiful eight inches for me to swivel my head and suck. I proceeded to alternate one to the other. Very soon hot lips were eating out my hole and a strong tongue began to royally fuck my ass. By now I was to busy and horny to remember any fear that might have existed earlier. After five minutes I groaned as the pleasure to my ass was removed. As if playing musical chairs each guy rotated positions and quickly my mouth and ass were kept busy. The new cock for my mouth was the biggest of the bunch. A good ten inches at full mast and easily beer bottle thick. I couldn't deep throat it but gave it my best try. When the lips came off my ass I expected another musical chairs maneuver, but cried out as the eight inches plunged deep into my guts. He pounded me for 15 or so strokes and then the rotation maneuver occurred. The last guy at my ass just plunged his raw cock in and fucked away at a rapid slapping pace. He kept it up for quite some time before suddenly pulling out declaring. "I don't want to cum yet." As I expected the quick rotation ensued and the huge ten inch naked monster drove into my ass. I gagged on the cock down my throat as it muffled my screams. Pulling off coughing and sputtering for the first time I let my attention drift from the proffered cocks at my mouth to inspect what was probing my ass. I got over the initial pain almost instantly I was so horn dogged to see that huge raw cock sliding back and forth in my body. Then my sight line drifted up below his belly button and I was flooded with terror like never before. Me; "What the fuck are you doing?!" Mr.10 inches (him); "What's it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking you, silly. " Me; "But your tattoo!?" Him; "What about it?" "Your not wearing a condom. " "Why would I wear a fuckin rubber? I never use those nasty things. " "But you could infect me." "Yeah, so what? So could anyone of those guys that bred you in the woods kid." "Fuck! So are you really toxic, not on meds?" "Yup" "Fuck" "That's what I'm doin. And for all your talk you ain't stoppin me." Not only was I not stopping him my cock just kept getting harder. Me "Just don't cum in me ... please." Him "I never pull out kid. And neither will they." "Fuckin shit, are they poz to?" "Of course they are. Who to hell do you think knocked them up? (Pointing) He had the fuck flu last week, and he's still got some fever. My monster's shreddin your ass for all three doses of venom. It's your lucky night kid. You can kiss your negative ass good bye." And then he really railed into me as the eight inch cock was jammed down my throat. "I'm gettin real close kid. Beg for it. " "NO Don't ... don't cum ..." I was blasting my load hands free and my ass brought him over the edge. "Argh .... fuuuuuuccck..." "NO, PLEASE NO" "To fuckin late kid." He was still convulsing while pressed deep inside. "Which one of you gets him next?" "NO, FUCK NO! I don't want their fuck flu. " He'd pulled out of me and presented his blood, poz cum and ass juice covered stick for me to clean. I didn't hesitate amazing myself with how deeply I was able to inhale the ten inches. Before I was finished my cleaning job the smallest knob was fucking my ass. When I had my mouth back I couldn't stop myself groaning with each piston fuck. I couldn't hide my pleasure. Him "You're a great cum dump kid. I knew you wouldn't stop with mine. " "Fuck no ... ooh.... that feels so good ... but no... oh yeah .... no, don't breed me " Him "Breed him man, he wants your poison load, don't listen to him. " Me "Oh yeah .... fuck me .... but don't... don't ... ooh fuck... your filling me now aren't you? Oh fuck, I can feel you painting my guts. Fuuuuuuccck that feels so fuckin good!" As I was cleaning this fresh cock the last guy stepped up and aimed for my hole, "What do you say kid?" Me "This is fuckin crazy. No way man. I want it, but this is fuckin crazy. " He stuck the head of his eight inches into me. Me "Fuck no man. Shit it's not fair. Your raw cock feels so fuckin good. ... oh yeah ...but no..." He pulled it completely out and I felt so empty. Me "What the fuck man? What are you doing?" 8"'s "You said no." Me "Yeah, and I meant it. But you gotta give me more than just the tip. " "Balls deep?" "Yeah, balls deep. Then you can pull oouuutttt ... Oh fuck ... that feels so good " He'd taken me literally and entered in one swift movement. "Fuck me man. I need another raw pounding .... oooo fuucckk ... yeah ... like that .... your hittin my prostate just right ... don't stop. " The other two "Breed him .Fill him with your toxic dose!" 8"s " Ugh ... I'm close kid, tell me what you want ... fast " "Cum in my ass! Shoot inside me. Oh yeah .... knock me up, poz my hole." And again it was happening as I spoke. By the time I finished cleaning this cock the ten inch was hard again and teasing my swollen sloppy hole. Me "I've got three in me what's one more, give it to me." Well it wasn't just one more, by morning there must have been 9 toxic loads dripping down my balls. I slept on the entire drive back to the city. They dumped me at the woods and drove away laughing and shouting "Enjoy the fuck flu. " My terror returned and that was the cold sweat I awakened to for the next month. The cement truck of the fuck flu fevers never settled into me. And I was way too frightened to go to any clinic. With such a fright you'd think I'd avoid sex or at least not bb with strangers. But oh no, after a full days rest I was back out there getting my ten load quota every week. And fuckin and breedin the odd ass along the way.
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  15. Part 4 We didn’t text everyday of course, we were living so far apart, we had our own lives, and we would just check in on each other from time to time, with occasional sexting and exchange of pictures and videos of our hookups. In the next few months following that last conversation with him, the words “poz loads” stuck in my head. I kept turning those in my mind, trying to understand why it had so much effect on me. I was thinking about it more and more when jerking off while watching porn and sniffing poppers. I had never really cared about guys’ status but I caught myself paying more attention to that detail on their BBRT profile. I still did not dare oinking the poz guys. I was probably too afraid. Finally, one Saturday evening, I was getting ready to hit the local bathhouse when I receive a message from my guy from the West Coast. I was still not fully dressed to go out and was just in my jockstrap and socks. -“Hey pig, what’s up tonight?” - “Getting ready to go to the bathhouse, what about you?” - “Just looking at those last pics you sent me, getting all horny” - “Oh yeah?” - “Yeah, thinking about all the dirty things I’d do to you…” I wasn’t in a rush, after all it was only 10pm, still plenty of time. -“What are you thinking?” - “Just how much I want to make you mine” while sending me a live pic of his perfect hard dick. I felt intrigued and excited and started playing with my dick without even really noticing. -“What do you mean by making me yours?” I asked, starting to feel where this was going. -“Just marking you. You’re lying on the bed, on your back. I’m on top of you, the tip of cock just rubbing on your wet hole. I’m pushing gently, the tip my dick covered in precum enters slowly. I’m asking you if you’re sure.” -“Sure of what Sir?” -“If you’re sure you want my unmedicated poz dick inside…”
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  16. I got fucked and bred Sunday. So, I was inspired As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! Pozzed Cheerleader 4 We all showered and crashed. I took a bed and was sandwiched between Javon and Dan while George and Mike pulled Jamie onto the bed we all fucked and came. They were the piggiest of the group. It is not like we got much sleep. Whenever one of them woke up with an inkling to fuck or get sucked Jamie and I were wakened up and we did our job for the evening. I thin between the four of them Jamie and I took a load from each of them. They were insatiable. Even Jamie took another took at my over-fucked hole. I leaked cum all night. The next morning, they were all dressed and the room looked like nothing ever happened. George gave us our cash and told us he would be in touch and if-and-when we got sick we were to call this doctor and he gave us each a card. I recognized the name. It was our award winning QB from the later 70’s. Until, he continued, keep fucking anything that moves or will fuck you. We will be back here in two weeks. We will have more guys looking to pump loads into cheerleader and football asses…positive or negative. “You have the room till noon, have fun you two” he cheered and the four of them walked out the door. Leaving Jamie and I naked and alone. We both just collapsed in the bed. We had 4 hours to kill, the first time we did was order some room service. While we waited on room service. I reached around to my tender hole and felt the large plug that had been pulled and re-inserted many times over the last 12 hours. Jamie flipped me over and gently pulled the plug out. Then I felt his warm mouth on my hole. It felt…good. There was a knock at the door. Jamie pulled on a robe and tucked away his hard-on. I laid in the bed with my ass leaking countless loads. When I heard, “Damn George and the boys did a number on you boys” from a nameless faceless room service porter. Then I felt a hand run up my leg and finger my hole while Jamie just let him do it to me. “Shut the door,” he said. “George told me to stop by and get some, but I didn’t know it was this hot.” I finally looked up to see who next was going to take some of my ass. I recognized him from the wall of fame. He was an all-Big10 wideout that blew out his knee two years prior and lost his scholarship and was now working his way through school. He ordered Jamie to come over and suck his cock to get him hard. From behind me, I could hear sucking and slurping sounds. I felt the bed shift as he got one bed and once again he commanded Jamie to rim his ass while he bred this slut. I felt the bed shift as Jamie got on behind him and with little resistance he sank his cock deep into my well fucked ass. “Damn George and them wore you out boy” he quipped. I later remembered his name was Jamal. He pounded my ass hard and long. His cock was a good 7.5 inches. I could hear Jamie rimming his ass. We had formed a good rhythm. I was sure he could not keep up this pace with Jamie eating his ass. I was wrong. Jamal had staying power drilled his cock deep into me over and over. The 3 of us sweated and toiled together on the bed for nearly 20 minutes. When Jamal said he was going to breed my ass. I felt his cock spasm in my ass and he shot 5 or 6 ropes of thick cum coating my insides with his cum. “Add my tainted load in there along with the others, he growled. That answered my next question. He grabbed the plug that was laying on the bed and it slid easier that it had all night into my ass. “I got an idea for you cum sluts” Jamal said as he jumped off the bed and grabbed our pancakes from the room service cart. He ordered me to squat over the plate. He pulled the pug from my ass and his cum flowed from my cunt onto the pancakes. I knew what was next. Jamie and I each had our own cum coated pancake that we devoured. Jamal just laughed at us, took our names and numbers and assured us that he and others wouldl be calling us. Jamie and I shared a shower without our plugs and let the cum and piss just flow from us. We washed each other, we had bruises and hickies all over our bodies. I felt tattered and torn, and a bit apprehensive as to what was coming next. I powered on my cell phone and realized I had 13 missed calls from my girlfriend and about 20 texts. Yeah, she can be a bit dramatic. I pulled on my clothes from the night before as I listened to her messages and as I listened to the first each one got meaner and nastier as she got drunker and as I was not returning her call or demand for dick. I could see Jamie smirking as he knew her. I read the texts and the images she had sent of her dancing with the football team and then some sent to me from other of her on her knees doing what I had been doing the night before but with the football team. I wasn’t even mad, but I wanted revenge. I was going to make it my goal to poz the football team. That is if the brutal fuckings from last night and today succeeded in their mission to breed Jamie and I, i do know that it did succeed in one mission. It made me a No Loads Refused Cum Slut More to Cum
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  17. Part 3 Chad insisted on cooking breakfast for us. I didn't object cause I wanted to see what the lad could do. He made a pretty basic one, scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, (yes I'm a Jew, never said I was a good one) toast and fruit. It wasn't fancy, but the kid at least knew his way around a kitchen. And he's a quick learner. I'm sure he'll make a great chef in no time. As we ate, he looked over his phone, which undoubtedly contained calls from his dad. But he didn't say anything. "So," I started, chewing on some bacon, "when do you plan on going home?" A crestfallen look fell over his face as he realized he wasn't just moving in with me. After a moment, he replied, or rather croaked, "I'm not. I'm never going back there. Fuck the Major. If I have to, I'll live on the streets, but I'm NEVER going back there!" A look of defiance shone in his eyes. I have to admit, the thought of him being on the street, selling his body for money made my dick stir in my pants. "Knock it off!" I said, giving him a gentle slap across his face. "You know damn well I'm not sending you out on the street. You're living with me." He looked at me sheepishly with those big blue eyes and said, "Thank you Sir." "Thank you what?" I demanded. "Thank you daddy." He replied, a grin spreading across his face. "That's better son." I replied as I bent over and kissed his pink lips. Just then a loud pounding on the front door made us both jump. I went to see who it was as Chad stayed in the kitchen. Although, I already had a pretty good idea who it was. Sure enough, I looked through the peephole and there was the Major, looking pissed. I opened the door in my full naked glory. "Have you seen my kid?" He demanded to know, as he tried to avoid the fact that I was standing there with no clothes on. I just kept an innocent look on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I have seen your kid?" I inquired. "Don't fucking lie to me Blum! The little shit took off last night and isn't answering his phone. It's location says it's over here. If you see that bastard, you tell him to get his ass home! That brats in for a heap of trouble!" "Sure thing Major. If I see him, I'll tell him." I responded feigning fake concern. The Major just glared at me before stomping off mumbling shit about faggots and Jews. I just shut the door as my blood boiled. I may be a sick, twisted fuck, but I would never treat family the way he does. Especially your own kid. I returned to the kitchen to see Chad still sitting there in all HIS naked glory. How could something so beautiful come from such a horrid person? "I heard him daddy." He said. "What do you think he's going to do?" "Nothing puppy. There's nothing he can do. You're 18 now. He can't touch you." Chad just sighed and smiled as he finished his food and took his dishes to the sink. "Of course, we'll have to get you a new wardrobe. And a new phone." "Thank you daddy." He said as he washed the dishes. "I hope to repay you for your kindness." "Oh you will son." I said, patting his hard, round ass. "You will." Chad just laughed as he finished the washing. After breakfast I took Chad on a tour of his new home. He loved my home, especially the upstairs playroom. I had knocked out a wall and combined two large bedrooms into a huge s/m paradise. The bathroom was converted to a real looking rest stop bathroom and the shower was huge, perfect for easily cleaning a dirty boy. And I had practically every device and tool a Master could ever want. Chads eyes sparkled as he walked around the room, touching everything, feeling all the leather, his dick rock hard the entire time. I explained the usage for all the items, about the many houseboys and slaves that I've used on and with them, and his cock dripped. He shivered as I placed a leather collar around his neck. He stood proud and hard as I attached restraints to his wrists and ankles. He looked a bit confused as I took some ice from the small freezer, and filled a bowl with ice water. I made him put his cock and balls in the water until his erection left. Then I quickly and expertly locked him up in a chastity cage. I didn't use a spiked one. Not for his first time. He looked disappointed when I led him by a leash out the door and down the stairs. I led him to the cellar where he saw the real slaves quarters. It was a dark and scary space with more cages and torture devices. I stood behind him and held his caged cock. "I own you now son. You are my property. I own your body. That's why I locked up your cock. It belongs to me now, and you will only use it when I allow it. Understood?" He just nodded silently. "And this dungeon is for bad boys. Are you a bad boy son?" He shook his head no. "Well, we shall see, won't we?" I whispered in his ear and he shuddered. I smiled as I could feel his cock straining in it's cage. Back upstairs in my bedroom, we sat on the bed while I produced something new out of my nightstand. A glass pipe and a little baggie. "What's that?" He asked quizzically. "This, my son, is meth." I answered. "It goes by other names too, like Tina, or T." I could see he was getting excited again. This all American boy was a true pig at heart. "There's various ways to ingest it. Today, we're going to smoke it. This is going to light your pussy on fire." He watched intensely as I loaded the glass pipe with a huge shard. "Now watch me." I instructed him. "You have to melt the shard first, then you roll the pipe back and forth a bit, and when it starts smoking, inhale." He watched with huge eyes as I took the first toke before handing it to him. He took his first hit like an expert and blew out a giant white cloud. He coughed a bit, but didn't on his second hit. I was one proud papa! We passed it back and forth a bunch of times, and his blue eyes turned into black saucers. When I knew he'd had enough for now, I set it aside and sat back. I just sat back and watched him as the drugs took over his body. A slight sweat appeared on his forehead as he closed his eyes and his hands roamed over his hard chest and flat stomach. I knew he was feeling sensations he'd never felt before. He moaned as he touched his caged cock and rubbed his balls. He leaned back and licked his lips as he ran his finger around his asshole, then stuck it inside himself. I could have watched his show for hours, but daddy needed attention. I snapped my fingers and Chad's eyes flew open. I just waved my cock at him and he instinctively crawled between my legs. He lovingly took it in his hands and felt it a bit. Feeling it's weight, and fondling my balls before taking it in his mouth. This wasn't like earlier when I raped his throat, this time he was making love to his daddy's dick. He sucked and licked it, running his tongue and lips all over, slathering me with his spit. I reached down and rubbed his muscled shoulders and neck while he devoured my dick. I ran my fingers through his gold locks and grabbed a handful,holding tight as he continued his love making. He arched his back and lifted his white globes in the air, giving me a perfect view of those twin mounds. After what felt like an eternity, I pulled him off and stood up, walking to the foot of the bed. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him flat, dragging him so his his legs hung over the end. Then I spread his cheeks apart and dived onto the pink flower before me. Chad let out a long, low, croaky groan as I feasted on his perfect hole, giving him sensations he had never felt before. He stuck his ass out further, trying to impale himself on my tongue that was pushing past his sphincter. "Oh fuck daddy. That feels so good!" He moaned. "Eat my ass daddy. Fucking eat my ass!" I pulled off his hole and slapped him hard on his ass, causing him to cry out in shock. "That's not an ass boy!" I corrected him. "What is it? Tell me what it is boy!" I knew his drug fueled mind was confused as to what I was getting at, so I helped him. "It's a pussy, boy!" I snarled at him. He immediately clued in and started croaking, "Yes Sir! It's a pussy Sir. Eat my cunt daddy!" He begged. I was impressed how quickly he took to it. "Eat my dirty fuckin pussy, daddy!" I did eat his pussy. I ate it like it was my last meal as he writhed in ecstasy on the bed. After a half an hour, my jaw ached and I needed to fuck. I lubed up my cock then grabbed his hair so he could see his face in the headboard mirror. (I had mirrors all over the room, even the ceiling, as I loved to watch mydelf fucking) I put the bottle under his nose and made him take hit after hit after hit until he couldn't hold his own head up by himself. Then I made him look into his own eyes as I rammed my cock all the way into him in one thrust. He screamed as much as his battered throat would allow as I ripped into his barely non virgin hole. I held his head up so he could see himself through his tears as I transformed him into my personal fuck puppet. I wasted no time in pounding his tight pussy, loving the feeling of his hard ass as it slammed against my belly. "Look at yourself, you little whore!" I shouted as I plowed him hard. "You're a filthy, drugged up bitch taking cock in his pussy, and you fucking love it, don't you?!" "Oh god yes, I love it daddy. This is where I belong. Fuck me Major!" He cried out. I don't think he knew what he had said, but I had heard him. My anger boiled inside me as I fucked the stupid kid for all I was worth while he just blubbered and begged for more. After half an hour, I was getting close to cumming, but I wasn't ready just yet. I pulled out, much to Chad's disappointment. He just whined for me to put it back in him. I just slapped the back of his head and told him to shut the fuck up. I sat at the head of the bed as Chad laid there on his stomach, breathing deep and sweating buckets. I grabbed the pipe and loaded some more, then I poked the lad. He looked at me with fuzzy eyes and I motioned for him to sit on my cock. He wasted no time climbing on top of me and sitting down on my fat pole. I handed him the pipe and he took a big hit. He was so horned up he was instinctively gyrating on my cock like the good slut he was becoming. He tried to hand me the pipe, but I refused, saying it was all for him. After he took six more big hits, I could see he was totally gone. I set the pipe down and that's when I asked him, "Do you realize you called me Major a little while ago?" "I did?" He asked, looking confused. "Yes pup, you did. Is there something you're not telling me? Did the Major fuck you?" "No, god no." He replied looking a bit scared. "But did you want him to?" I prodded him. He didn't say anything for a moment, he just continued involuntarily grinding on my cock before he finally said, "Yes Sir." My cock throbbed at the thought of Chad wanting his real father to fuck him. "Tell me all about son." I gently said. It took him a few moments, but after a couple more hits off the bottle he finally started talking. "I've always wanted the Major to fuck me." He started. "For as long as I could remember. I'd see him naked at the gym, and I'd have to hide my hard on. He thought I was just being bashful and laugh at me. His humiliating me only made me harder. I didn't know why." I kept feeding him poppers as he started riding my cock harder. "When I started masturbating, he was all I thought about. I imagined sucking his dick, I imagined licking his sweaty pits, I imagined him fucking me." This boy was telling me everything I needed to know about him. "Tell me more." I prodded him as he huffed more poppers. "I started stealing his underwear, and jocks, and socks. But only the dirty ones. The ones that smelled like him. I'd breath his smell as I jerked off, his manly, sweaty smell." Chad was riding my cock harder and harder as he continued. "I loved his dirty jockstraps the best. He would wear them a few times before he washed them. They would smell like ball sweat and piss." He moaned as he talked about this, and rode me even harder. "Sometimes there would be a pube or two in there." More poppers. "Then, I'd start sneaking into his bathroom after he left, and licking up his piss dribbles. I'd lick the seat, both sides, and if there were dribbles on the floor, I'd lick those up too." Jesus, this kid was a bigger pig than I could have imagined! "One time I came home after he had a lady friend over, and I found a used condom in his trash. I took it, and sucked his cum out of it. I've never cum so hard before." I put the poppers away and grabbed a couple more items out of the nightstand. I attached clamps to his pert little pink nips and he hissed in pain and pleasure. Then I held up my special jockstrap. This one was super filthy, having months of cum and piss soaked into it. The thing reeked. I held it over Chad's mouth and nose and he huffed the stench in deeply. "I want you to call me Major boy. Right now I'm the Major, and I want you to ride my cock like you want to ride his. Make me cum son." That was all Chad needed to be told, and he was lost to the fantasy. "Fuck me Major." He whined like a girl. "Fuck your little boy. Please daddy, fuck my little pussy. Fuck me Major. Fuck your little faggot son! Fill me with your cum Major. Fill up your little baby boy!" Chad had lost any semblance of shame as he used his muscular legs to ride me like it was the Kentucky Derby. I pushed the filthy jock into his face as he huffed it and licked it, making it slimy with his spit. He sucked the pouch into his mouth and let the nastiness fill his mouth, all the while calling me the Major and begging for my cock and cum. I grabbed the chain on the clamps and ripped them off of his tits, causing him to throw back his head and howl. I stuffed the disgusting jock deep into his mouth and partially down his throat. He started convulsing as ropes of white hot teenage cum shot out of his caged cock all over me. That pushed me over the edge and I pumped the second load of poz cum deep into his sweet, young guts. He collapsed on me and just started sobbing. Great wracking sobs like he did last night when he first showed up. I held him tight and soothed him as he let loose his emotions. "Shhhh. It's ok baby. Let it out. Daddy's here, daddy's got you." I cooed as I rubbed his sweat slicked back. "Just cry baby boy. Daddy's here. Daddy loves you baby." I froze for a second from my own words as Chad's sobs subsided a bit. "I love you too daddy." He whispered in my ear before lifting his head and looking and me through his tear filled eyes. "I love you daddy Abe." I squeezed him tighter as buried his face back into my neck and finished his crying session as the rest of my seed leaked into his hole. "You aren't, um, mad at me or anything for what just happened, are you?" He finally asked when he had calmed down. I just laughed and held him tight. "I'll never be mad at you for being you son." I said as he smiled. "Now this," I said, tapping his cock cage, "you came without daddy's permission. You'll have to be punished for that later boy." "Yes daddy." He said as he snuggled into my arm. "I understand."
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  18. I get back to my cabin and have a shower. I try to keep Adam’s seed in me, but there seems to be so much, and it leaks out the entire shower. It makes me proud to have been bred by him, but also sad I am losing his DNA. I throw on a t-shirt and cargo shorts and relax with a coffee and read a book for a couple of hours and with no warning Adam opens my cabin door and comes in and shuts it behind him (clearly, he has no issue using his key). Leaning against the door as if to hold it shut, he is standing there in the same uniform as yesterday, and again a huge bulge in his pants. “Got 15-minute break” is all he says. I jump up and kiss him quickly, and he breaks the kiss and says, “more of that later”. And spins me around and pulls the back of my shorts down and within a minute his manhood is deep inside me again and he is fucking me standing pushed against the wall with enthusiasm. “I just need to let….” and a huge growl as he floods me again with his toxic seed. With my shorts still around my knees he turns me around and kisses me passionately and pulls his pants up. “Ok, 5 more minutes” he says. He doesn’t move but holds me there against the wall with my pants around my knees kissing me. My own cock is rock hard and leaking precum and some gets on the pants of his crotch. “Your turn” he says and kneels and deep throats my cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking me off he looks up and says, “nice neg juices, may be the last I get from you”. With that I lose control and cum all over his face and beard before he gets the chance to get back on it. He stands up, and I feel bad. “You can’t go back to work like that”. And I quickly lick off all my neg cum off his beard and kiss him with it until he is all cleaned up. He kisses me one last time. “No waiting until midnight this time. Be back at 10pm tonight”. At 10 o’clock on the dot Adam lets himself into my cabin and this time he comes bearing gifts. A bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers. He kisses me and says, “can’t not be looking after the father of my babies”. Tonight, is different. We enjoy the wine and chat a lot more about each other. He is such a gorgeous man. Tonight, is romantic. Adam still gives me 3 loads and again he stays the night in my cabin. I tell him I am in Perth for a month and was planning to get a flight back to Sydney. But now I think I might take the train back. His roster doesn’t quite match up, and the best I can do is stay an extra 2 weeks in Perth so I can get his train back. So, I stay 6 weeks in Perth, and we stay in touch the whole six weeks. We text and call almost non-stop. I fear that not only do I want his babies in me, but I want him more than that. We talk a lot about him taking some time off and us having a holiday together. Two weeks in I come down with a cold, and I am suspicious. It isn’t too bad, but I can’t stop wondering if this is his baby inside me. I do a test 3 weeks in and it comes back positive. It is Adams and I feel so “whole”. I decide not to tell Adam until my return trip no matter how often he asks. Adam is in Perth 2 days and nights before his return trip, so he spends them with me. We get a luxury apartment overlooking the ocean and the few hours he is not inside me; we go out for dinners and walks along the beach. He is insanely affectionate even in public and I feel in heaven. We are laying in bed the night before the train ride home and he is saying he wants to try to knock me up on the return trip. I look him in the eyes and say, “well if you did, then I’d be having twins”. He immediately smiles and says, “no way!”. “Yep” I said, “and it can only be yours”. That night we don’t have sex, we make love. It feels so different. He says, “well now we know it is definitely mine, maybe we can make the ride back to Sydney more interesting for you”. To be continued…
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  19. Part 16 Danny: Two hours later, six loads were plugged into Tony's ass and four grins filled the room. "Thank you" Tony said, looking around at us. He slept with me the next few nights, only taking the plug out for me to breed him or to take care of business. Tuesday morning he looked up at me after cleaning the cum off my cock. "What do you think the results will be?" he asked. "You will probably get a positive result for one thing, hopefully no more" I said calmly, stroking the side of his face. "Will I be ok?" he asked, looking nervous. "Of course. Now let's get dressed and find out for sure, instead of guessing" I said. He took the news better than I expected. Not much was said as we walked back to the dorm and I suspected he was digesting all of the information the doctor had given him, just like I had months before. Once back in the room he said "I don't want to put you in any danger, so I guess we won't have sex again." I smiled and told him "There's no danger. I'm poz too." He went off to his afternoon exam with the plug holding my cum inside. He was happier than I'd seen him in weeks. I didn't want to tell him that if he hadn't tested positive this time, he would soon after the loads that Evan, Brad and I had pumped into him finished the job. We fucked the rest of the week, in between studying for the last of our finals. Well, I did take a little break Wednesday night. Evan and I finished off our care instructions with Simon. He was one of those aggressive bottoms, a power bottom I think they're called, who tried to direct the fuck. Every time he'd try and get rougher, so would I. I might have gone too far, since he had some bruises around his neck when we finished. Luckily I got to swallow his load that Evan fucked out of him while pumping load number four of the night into Simon. Hopefully that wouldn't be the last time we fucked. Friday night, Evan and I took turns breeding Tony until the early hours of Saturday morning. I found that I liked sharing a bottom with Evan. We were a sloppy mess with cum dripping out of all three of our asses. Only a few hours of sleep left us a little groggy in the morning but we packed up my car. I had told Tony over a month ago that I would drop him off at the airport up in the city and that saved him several hundred dollars than leaving from the airport near the college. "I thought you didn't want to go back home since your parents won't accept a gay kid" I said as we drove. "I'm staying with my uncle and his partner during the break. Thanks for driving me up, I didn't expect it to be so expensive flying from college" he replied. "So you're not the only gay one in the family?" I asked. "No, but I had never talked to my uncle until I came out. I wasn't allowed to. He reached out when he heard and helped me get through my parents dumping me. I'm looking forward to meeting him and his husband. It should be interesting" he said. "Don't feel you need to tell them everything. You might want to keep quiet about your little bug unless you have sex with someone" I said. We got closer to the city and while it was still pretty rural, I pulled off into a truck stop. "Bathroom break. Follow me" I told Tony. Once we got into the restroom I looked around to make sure it was empty and pulled him into a handicapped stall. He looked confused a moment and then started to kneel. I chuckled and whispered "Not yet, but pull down your pants." I fished out the key from my pocket and reached down, unlocking his cage. He had a pained look on his face which got worse when I removed the cage from his soft cock. "You can't get through security at the airport with this on... Too much metal. Well, you might but only after a long, scary discussion with them. Put the cage in your suitcase and you can put it on after you land" I told him. Tony smiled back at me and I gave him a wink before turning him and pushing him down on the toilet. He spent the next ten minutes sucking on my cock until I filled his mouth with cum. He looked concerned walking back to the car when I gave him the key. "I want it back when you return on the fifth and expect you to be locked back up after you land." -- Evan: Wes and I had been texting and my weekend with him had definite repercussions. He even sent me pictures so I could see how the bug ravaged his body. The matted fur from the night sweats looked really hot and I wished I could lick every inch of him. "My ex would have had a total meltdown if this happened while we were together, but I feel liberated. I hope you're ready to get bred a lot before you have to go back for Spring semester" he sent as I packed up my stuff. "I only get fucked by poz guys" I replied, laughing to myself. "It's probably very toxic. You got my last neg load, knocked me up and then left. The first few will be grudge fucks ;)" he said. "Probably? You don't know?" I asked. "No way I'm going to a doctor around here to find out. Even the squirrels will know. Gossip spreads fast around here" he replied. A minute later he said "I was hoping you'd take me to the city to hit the clinic. I also want the same tattoo u have" "Don't get exactly what I have. That would be weird. Make it unique to you" I said. Simon had done a good job coming up with a cool variation of the pics I had given him and Wes needed his own. Over the next week I sent him dozens of ideas. When I finally got home after finals, I spent a lot of time with Wes. I took him to a clinic over in the city an hour away for his blood test. Once he was jabbed, we had almost two hours to kill before the appointment at the tattoo shop. The adult book store just off the highway fit the bill. I'd been here in years past, usually on my knees sucking trucker dick. This time of year always had a large group of college students trying to sate their sexual needs. Wes and I pulled our tees off once in the back room. All the booths were taken and a few guys were just hanging around. I was talking to Wes about who would be the best cocksucker when the youngest looking of the group came up to us. I think he was about my age. He wore jeans, a tee, a backwards baseball cap and some tan work boots. A patchy beard covered his face and soft lips. He nervously stood in front of us nervously asking "I like your bodies... do you want some head?" "Maybe more... if you're good" I replied quietly. -- Stu: I think that Ben had told people what had happened between us. It was hard to find anyone by the house that would even respond to messages, much less want to hookup. All of my sex was happening in the city and the drive back and forth was killing me. I'd get there and have almost no desire to fuck. Almost. The house sold in about a week, which even surprised the real estate agent. I was able to find a much nicer condo in the city than my old one and was moved in before Christmas. The college students down the hall were a lot more cautious than Danny or Ben. I got grilled about my latest STD tests and while I got my dick in one of them, I found out that he was on PrEP. It kind of pissed me off and just drove me back to the bathhouse and apps. One guy I had been working on hooking up with canceled the day before we were to meet since he was sick. He said that another guy had pozzed him so there wasn't a reason to meet anymore. I asked who and he sent me the profile name. I recognized they guy right away and it was Ben. I didn't even need a face pic, which was good since there wasn't one. I recognized him from the ink on his arm, but there was a new bio tat over his cock. It was good to know my bug was finding lots of new homes, even though it wasn't coming directly from me. I wondered how many that Danny and Ben had tagged so far. I'd never know since I'd burned those bridges. -- Evan: I'm pretty sure our cocksucker muttered "fuck yeah" to himself as he dropped to his knees. The guy tugged down both of our jeans enough to free our hardening cocks. The blowjob was surprisingly good and he swapped back and forth between Wes's cock and mine, never leaving either of us long enough for our cocks to soften. After a short while, I pulled his head off my cock, tilting it back. Staring at him, I asked "Want to get knocked up?" and pointed at my tattoo. Initially he looked confused and I think in the dim light he only saw the red bear paw. A moment later his face got the shocked look I frequently got when someone would see the biohazard for the first time. Unlike most guys, he nodded his head 'yes' and then smiled back at me. Our cocksucker stood up, we swapped spots and he leaned against the wall where I had been standing seconds earlier. He pushed his jeans down and pulled his tee up, revealing a hairy, plump butt. Wes entered his lubed ass first and five minutes later was dumping his possibly charged cum into the hungry hole. "Fucking great ass" Wes growled before he pulled out and I took his spot. The cum filled chute felt amazing and the bottom gave a few squeezes after I bottomed out. My arm snaked around his body and I felt my fingers rake through the fur covered chest. It wasn't as thick as mine and reminded me of Danny's newly hair covered pecs. His nipples loved getting pinched though and as my fingers twisted each nub, he moaned and clamped down on my thrusting cock. Like Wes, I only lasted five minutes before I was flooding his ass with a second load of viral seed. This time his "Fuck yeah!" comment was loud and audible to not only the three of us but the five others that had circled around us to watch the breeding. He squeezed his hole tight, trying to get as much cum inside him as he could and clamp it shut to not lose any of the precious liquid. I pulled my jeans up as did the bottom and we pushed our way past our audience toward the door. Once outside, the three of us walked to our cars. I told the bottom "Thanks, that was hot. I was serious about knocking you up though. Hit the clinic if you want to stay neg... or be here next week same time and day and we'll make sure." "I'll bring a plug next week... I can already feel it running down my leg" he replied with a grin before getting in his car. The tattoo session went well. Wes had talked with the artist and every detail was already decided. The drawings looked cool and with a nod from Wes, they began. My dick was hard the whole time looking at his bare chest get inked first and then his arm. The bear paw on his chest was much larger than mine, in black ink with some red blood dripping from the claws. The arm tattoo only got partially done and was a lot more complex, needing two sessions. The symbol wasn't as prominent as mine, but still easily visible. The following week was a repeat, except Wes got the expected results along with another blood draw. The guy was waiting patiently for us at the adult book store. A scorpion pendant hung off a thick chain around his neck and prompted me to ask if he was neg. "As of three weeks ago, yeah" he said. During the fuck he was more verbal this time. The moans now had him begging for us to breed him. Wes gave him two loads and I shot one before we headed off to finish Wes' arm tattoo. -- Danny: Ben and I spent a lot of time together during the Christmas break. In some ways it was like when we were going to classes at the junior college, but now there was the element of sex constantly hanging over us. We spotted Stu at the bathhouse a few times but never made a scene of it. If we saw him fuck a guy, we said we wouldn't touch that bottom ever again. Who knows what he caught from Stu. It was easy to find better hookups elsewhere anyway. We were fooling around one day before Christmas and Ben had been spending a long time sucking on my cock. "I don't want to freak you out, but... your dick is almost exactly like your dad's" Ben said after he let the head slip past his lips. Yeah, it did freak me out. "You sucked my dad's cock?" I asked, not really sure that I wanted to know the answer. He had that "hand caught in the cookie jar" look on his face. "Yeah, a few times. It started after my parents kicked me out and they let me stay at your house. Don't worry, all I did was suck him" Ben said. I shook my head wondering if my parents had a motive for giving him a place to stay. My mom did say that she liked them tall and kinky. "They told me they let you stay for a week until you found a place. I hope they didn't make you do anything you didn't want to" I said. "Oh god no. It was the least I could do for them giving me a place to stay. You have really good parents. They accepted me... helped me. I was surprised when they asked, though. Your mom likes to watch and I think your dad knows gays give better head. I don't think I was the first guy to suck his cock" Ben said. He licked up my shaft a few times and then added "It was over a month until I found a place. I sucked him almost every day after that but only got his load if your mom didn't want to get fucked too. Did you know they were that kinky?" Ben asked. I laughed, realizing a few times had suddenly become daily and his stay went from a week to a month. I replied "No, I never thought about my parent's sex lives. They had sex once and that's how I came about. Isn't that what most kids think about their parents having sex?" I knew it was a bad idea, but I had to know. "So you never fucked with them?" I asked. "No. No desire. Oral was as far as I'd go. It's like the guys I meet that don't want to get infected. I'll only give them head so I don't risk pozzing them. If I wanted your dad's dick in my ass, I would wait until you were here to give me yours" Ben said, a huge shit-eating grin coming over his face. We fucked the rest of the night. Some of it was slow, some was hard. In the morning, I got fucked. He didn't tie me up this time and it was the most passionate Ben had ever been with me. We laid there, spooning with his cock still planted in my ass. "Thanks for taking my virginity. It meant a lot for you to be the one. If Stu did it, I would just be one of hundreds he did just to get laid or to infect" Ben said. "Yeah. I wish it was you that took mine. I thought it was hot at the time, but it didn't mean anything to him. I was just a conquest. He taught me a lot, though, so it wasn't a complete waste" I said. Ben nodded. "What happened with Jeffrey?" I asked. "He's visiting family for the holidays. He tried to get me to go with, but I have to work. I wanted to see you too" Ben said. I could tell from his face that he missed him. "I'm going to visit for new years, though. He's throwing a party for all the queers around his home town to ring in the new year. You should come with" Ben said a moment later. A wicked grin slowly covered his face. Ben joined us for Christmas and that's when I came out to my parents. For all the stress I had before I said anything, it was like I told them I liked cherry pie not apple. Maybe it just confirmed what they already knew. I'm not sure who was louder that night, Ben and I or my parents. His cum was dripping down my leg when we went down for breakfast at almost 11AM. My mom had that post fuck smile on her face, just like Ben and I did. My dad sniffed a couple times and said "This room smells like sex. I hope everyone got the Christmas gifts they wanted."
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  20. He slammed his cock into me one final time and came in me. HE fell across my back and said, “you are the bottom’s faggot the only way you’ll cum tonight or ever is by your own hand or with a cock deep in your slutty hole.” I hoped he was wrong, but I did just cum again with him pounding me. Pozzed Cheerleader 3 The 6 of us laid about the room that wreaked of cum and ass. Jamie and I were sticky with cum that seemed to be everywhere like sand from the beach. George fumbled about in his bag and produced two butt plugs and told Jamie and I to get on all 4’s. We promptly did as we were told, and with no lube George with urging from the others pushed into our well-fucked holes butt plugs. “That’ll keep the bug in there” he chuckled and the rest of them laughed with him. Mike was right in front with a very large but flaccid cock. I started to lean forward and take him in my mouth, but someone pulled me off the bed and Jamie with me. We were pulled to our feet and guided into the bathroom where there was a large shower that was big enough for 4 people to fit in almost comfortably. Jamie and I were instructed to get in, on our knees and kiss like we liked each other. I was not used to kissing guys, but I could only assume that Jamie was. His tongue was in my mouth before I even had a chance to get ready. I liked it. I found myself getting hard. I slowly started to jack myself, but Jamie stopped me. I could sense George, Dan, Mike and Javon gathering around us to watch. Which really made it hotter, and then I felt it…. From George a golden stream of piss spraying off of my forehead, and then one from Dan hitting Jamie in the face. Javon and Mike sprayed our chests and necks and as if on cue they all focused in on our mouths. Jamie was open mouth kissing me and we were swallowing the golden sweet nectar of our gifter’s. Jamie and I were covered head to toe with cum and piss. Javon pulled Jamie out of the shower still covered and into the arms of George and Dan, who let him to the whirlpool. Mike joined Javon and I in the shower. I felt their mouths all over me. Mike bent me at the waist and I took Javon’s flaccid cock into my hungry mouth where he still had some piss for me. I had never done a “golden shower” before let alone swallowing piss. I felt Mike tug at my plug. It went in easier than it was coming out. In the other room, I could hear Jamie struggling. What I come to learn later was he was sitting on Dan’s 9 inch cock and George, with the help of a ton of extra lube and some really strong poppers, was trying and painfully succeeding to double penetrate his well fucked ass. Jamie had tears in his eyes but when George finally slid in next to Dan’s behemoth dong. Jamie came covering Dan’s chest and neck. I could hear Jamie scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Mike smacked my ass and as Javon turned on the shower, he said, ‘that it is going to be you soon.” I was nervous, but excited. Mike slid his cock into my once virgin now gaping hole. He winked at Javon as Jovon hardened in my mouth. I could feel the cum and piss rinse away from my body. Javon pulled me off of Mike’s thick hammer and in one swift motion hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Mike aimed Javon’s cock into my cunt. He bounced me up and down on his cock, and I am no lightweight. I stand nearly 6 foot tall and nearly 200 lbs. I am no lightweight, but Javon held me and bounced me on his cock like I was a rag doll. I felt Mike’s cock slither along my ass crack up next to Javon. Mike whispered in my ear, “you are about to get what Jamie got, but no help from the ‘nottle’’. I really did not know what that meant, but I soon found out as Mike lined up his cock next to Javon and pushed. It felt like I was constipated backwards. I thought they were going to split me in two, but as soon as that thought hit my little cock crazy party brain. Mike was in my slutty gaping hole. I felt a rush of pain and pleasure. I was pleasing two men at once with my faggot ass. If I could get a 3rd in my mouth I was have invited him in. Mike pushed all the way into me until I felt both his and Javon’s balls touching my taint. I begged them to fuck me slowly. I did not get that request. They took turns power fucking my hole. Mike would pull out and then slam it in then Javon would take over. From the other room, I could hear Jamie’s squealing with pleasure as he took a pounding from Dan’s donkey dick and Geoge’s meaty rod. “You two sluts are going to poz in no time,” Dan announced as he came in Jamie from George’s relentless fucking. I knew my time was coming soon. I wanted them to poz me. I wanted to free to be fucked by anyone on campus. I wanted to spread my seed to others and free them whether they knew it or not. Javon came in me as he jammed his cock along with Mike’s cock as deep in me as they could. While Javon was still deep in my ass he Mike erupted as well. From the other room, George came with renewed vigor into Jamie. Both Javon and Mike pulled their spent cocks from my abused and cunted ass, but before my gaping hole had a chance to retreat back to form. Mike inserted the anal plug back into me. I slumped to my knees and Javon killed the shower. I wish he would have left it on. I could have the relaxing shower, but as the water drained. Javon ordered me to look up. As I did another stream of piss struck me across the face and I opened my mouth to let it flow in and I felt another from behind me as Mike joined the fun. When they were done they invited Dan and George to join the ‘shower brigade”, but George said that Jamei was drinking straight from the tap. What sluts they have created this day! 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  21. Part 12 Danny: Evan and I continued fucking. Some days I would do him, some days he would do me. "You're gonna be topping next week. I'm saving my loads for the guy who's paying me to knock his ass up" Evan said staring back at me with his cock still buried in my ass. "Crap, I kinda like goin to sleep with your load in me" I replied, smiling back at him. "Plenty of other poz guys around. Not all are toxic, but they'd love that hot ass. Hell, even neg loads will feel the same" Evan said. The next day I spent some time creating a couple new profiles. One gave all the info "Poz, unmedicated, versatile, bb only" and the other left my status at "ask" and only listed my preference as "versatile-top." It was interesting to see the responses. The poz profile got more interesting replies while the ask profile got five times the number, but most were just "fuck me" type messages. I spotted fratboibtm's profile and remembered that told me at the football game that he wanted to hookup again. It had never happened since I had deleted my old profile and he had no way to contact me. He now listed himself as a poz bottom, taking all loads and bare only. I sent him a message from my poz profile, told him what my old profile name was and that I'd freaked out and deleted the old one when I found out I was poz. I wasn't sure he would contact me and maybe his comment at the football game was just him being polite. "Hey, glad u found me. Thx 4 gift. Didn't expect it to happen that fast or from u" he sent back. We chatted a bit and I realized he was serious about wanting the bug, but I still apologized. "In frat house now. old roomie was afraid i wud infect him, lol" he replied at one point. I was trying to figure out when Tony would be out of the room and I could invite fratboibtm over when a new message from him popped up. "U like audience?" he asked. "U want to fuck in theater at dirty book store?" I replied. It was the only place I knew of other than the cruisy park where others could watch people have sex and I was still skittish about having sex in public. "Nah, at house. Some of the bros want to jack off while they watch me get fucked" he said. "str8 guys?" I asked and he sent back "They think so lol." -- Evan: We kept swapping back and forth. Some days I was on top and others he was. Danny was the first guy that I wanted to fuck more than once. Well fuck and get fucked by. I was slowly becoming a 50/50 versatile guy. I liked fucking him but I also liked breeding neg guys. I warned him, though, that I was going to be spending all of my top energy on the generous chaser I had lined up. That is, if he showed. I was finding that chasers flaked even more than most guys. Almost every day I would try and get Danny to put his profile back up. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck him anymore, I wanted him to fuck other guys too. I didn't care if they were poz or neg, he needed to get back to fucking a few different guys per week. I liked knowing my partner was as slutty as I was. One day I finally spotted his new profile. It was pretty minimal, but it said enough that I'm sure he got plenty of responses. One of the more interesting things I found was that a lot of the guys that were listed as poz on the various apps and sites were undetectable even though they didn't advertise it. I'd been avoiding them in my quest to stay neg when they were much less risky than the one I thought was super safe, Danny. A few turned out to be really great fucks too. One bear really loved piss play and every time I left his place my ass was dripping cum and my stomach was full of his pee. I loved the verbal ones the most, though. My dick always got harder when they told me they were dumping their poz load in me, even when it was lacking any viral load. The chaser was eager for the first meet and while he was pretty quiet when I fucked him, he did everything possible to get me to breed him. He got two loads along with a torn up cunt and I got five hundred bucks. The next day, he was sore but still willingly took my dick, two more loads and a promise to do it the next day. Seven days in a row we met, but the last few I only gave him one load since my balls were running low. We both needed a day break and I went back two days later giving him another rough, two load breeding. The second week we just met three times but it was obvious that he was hurting each time and he never had enough time to heal. On Wednesday of the following week the chaser messaged me and said he wasn't feeling good. It was sixteen days after our first fuck. A week after that on Friday he told me to stop by and pick up my cash. I was hoping to take his newly toxic cum, but he wasn't interested in topping. -- Danny: I knocked on the front door to the frat house after my 2pm class a few days later, like we'd arranged. The door opened and I said "Hi, I'm here to see Gary" to the dark blond guy standing there. "Oh cool. We're waiting for you... You don't look or sound like a fag. We were worried some girly dude was going to show up and that would be a real boner killer. Follow me" the guy said. "Gay guys come in all sorts of types" I thought to my self as I followed him down a hall to a staircase and down into the basement. Four guys were sitting on a pair of couches and Gary was pushing a table off to the side. The guy that answered the door stood in front of a well worn leather chair but didn't sit down. They were all dressed in loose shorts or sweats, two with no shirt, one wearing a tank and the other pair in sleeveless tees. Gary wore a tank with three greek letters on the front and some nylon jogging shorts. Gary had suggested a quick pump and dump, telling me that he wanted to meet another time for a longer fuck with just the two of us. A short BJ followed by a quick fuck sounded good since I wasn't sure about fucking a guy in front of a bunch of straight guys I didn't know. I set down my backpack and unzipped one pocket with some lube and poppers I'd brought. Next, my shirt came off and I kicked off my shoes. "Let's do this. Drop your shorts" I said and watched Gary take his off, revealing a yellow jockstrap. One of the other guys pushed his shorts down to his ankles too and I laughed a bit, thinking "wonder what else he'd do if I told him to." The room reeked of testosterone and cum. I could envision a dozen guys in the room, sitting around watching straight porn and jacking off day after day. Gary dropped to his knees and unbuttoned my cargo shorts, pulling them down along with my red trunks. Seconds later, I felt his mouth around my partially hard cock. It stiffened quickly which was a relief. I had worried I wouldn't be able to get or stay hard in front of these other guys. A couple had their cocks out and in their hands and the rest were just rubbing over their tented shorts or sweats. I heard a few moans and some comments like "Damn" or "Fuck, yeah!" It was good to see these "straight" guys not get freaked out while watching two guys start to fuck. Gary seemed to be better at sucking than I remembered and when he buried his face into my pubic hair I heard a couple guys gasp. "Wish my girlfriend sucked me like that" one guy said. I smiled and after Gary went all the way down a few more times, I put my hand on the back of his head. Slowly I face fucked him and got a few more gasps from the audience. When I plowed harder, a few more guys were moaning. Looking around, all but one guy had a bare cock in their hand, stroking. It would have been nice to watch them stroke each other, but everyone was going solo. I decided that Gary had sucked long enough and my dick was coated in spit. I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Gary off, tilting his head back. The smile on his face was big and I hoped it would get bigger in a few minutes. "Turn around and get on all fours" I said firmly. "Damn, he's really makin him his bitch" one guy muttered. I knelt down behind him and slapped one butt cheek before spreading his ass apart. I spit on the exposed hole a couple times and worked some of it in with my finger. I spit again and leaned in, giving a couple laps with my tongue over his winking hole. "Eeeeew, that's disgusting" a guy said. I leaned back and saw everyone was still stroking. "You eat your girlfriend's pussy?" I asked, not sure who had made the comment. The guy that had met me at the door said "Yeah" and I knew it was the same voice. "This is the same thing. He knows to clean it before sex and it tastes a million times better than every girl's pussy I've eaten" I replied. I spit a few more times on his hole, pushing it in with a pair of fingers. I moved closer and rubbed the tip over Gary's hole. The moment I started to push in another guy asked "No condom?" "He's not going to get pregnant, is he?" I asked, snickering while my cock drove in deeper. Gary was moaning and working his ass muscles around my cock. "Yeah... but you can catch other shit" was the retort. I didn't realize I was going to have to narrate the fuck for these guys and just wanted to start thrusting into his warm hole. The only good part about the comments was that it meant they were actually watching us. "I trust him. He's not a slut at the book store taking everyone's dick. Now let me do what I came here for" I replied. It took a lot of restraint to not tell them that I'd already knocked him up, but I didn't know if Gary had told him of the bug lurking inside him. The talking may have stopped, but not the sounds. It wasn't just Gary moaning either. Some of the guys were definitely enjoying the show while one guy kept closing his eyes only to open them up and watch me fuck a minute later. I added some grunts as I built up my pace, drilling his ass with my bare cock. A glance around found all of the guys with their cock's in their hands, stroking at various speeds and grips. My hands moved from Gary's waist to his shoulders, letting me begin to pound his ass. The sound of my hips slapping into Gary's butt added to the chorus of sounds filling the room. I began to grunt louder and every set of eyes were glued on us. Gary started to shove back as I thrust in and he began to grip my cock tighter with his ass muscles. My strokes got faster and I breathlessly told Gary "Gonna breed your ass." "Fuck!" got yelled out a couple seconds later and I caught one guy shoot his load all over his trimmed chest hair and stomach. It was a nice cock that I'd like to feel thrusting into my own ass. A few more thrusts and my cock started to pulse, pumping my viral seed into Gary's poz ass. It was like dominoes, with the guys shooting their loads one after another. I even felt Gary shoot his cum into his jock pouch. When all the activity had died down, I asked "Anyone want to give it a try? He's all lubed up." There was a several second pause before a tall redhead stood up, looking a little nervous and stepping out of his shorts. He walked over towards me and I slowly pulled out of Gary's slick hole. The guy knelt down and I watched his hand shake as he guided his thin cock to Gary's dripping hole. He slid in easily since I was much thicker than him. After only five or six strokes he cried out and I watched his body quiver as he dumped his cum into Gary's ass. "Oh fuck! I can't believe I did that" the guy said, pulling out, grabbing his shorts and scurrying up the stairs. Gary and I were the only ones chuckling. The other guys were looking at each other, unsure what to do next. I did catch one other guy staring at my still hard cock. I walked over to the guy that shot first, scooped up some of the cum off his chest with my finger and winked at him before licking my finger clean. I got a message from Gary when I was back home. "Thanks a lot hotter than I thought it wud be love how u took charge lookin forward to next time." -- Evan: Four chasers had consumed all of my free time and the only other sex was some quick hookups with Danny where he drilled me harder than normal before dumping a big load in my ass. I'd encouraged him to be more aggressive when he fucked me, since that's what I prefer. I had another guy that wanted to experience his first viral fuck but we could never set up a time. Laying on my bed with Danny next to me and his cum safely sealed inside my ass I wanted to suggest that he stop shaving his chest. I knew it could be a sensitive topic and many guys didn't take grooming suggestions well. "How long have you been shaving your chest?" I asked. "Since high school" he replied. "Ya know, you might have more hair there than you know. Your body changes. It might be worth a try to let it grow a few weeks and see what happens" I told him. He tried it and I got nothing but a stream of bitching from him as his chest itched more than it ever had. I laughed but saw some fur coming out across his chest along with that infamous patch in the center between his nipples that he thought was "stupid." By the second week it was looking better and the bitching slowed. I brought up the tattoo again, having finally decided what I wanted and where. Danny said that the guy that had pozzed him had given him a gift certificate for some mods and he had some money left on it. We went to the shop to talk and see if I liked the tattoo artist. Danny said the guy he had talked to before wasn't there, so we talked to this other artist once he finished his current client. Simon was pretty cute. He looked to be about thirty and was a weird mixture of punk, hipster and accountant. I got to see his work, though, both in live form via his other client and his portfolio book and it was impressive. He could probably do what I wanted in his sleep. When I showed the pics to him he got a big smile on his face, but wanted to know if I knew what it meant. Once I told him I was a poz cub, he chuckled and revealed his own biohazard tattoo. The thing that really surprised me was that Danny wanted to get a tattoo as well. He showed Simon a pic on his phone and zoomed in on one of the guys that had a tribal scorpion tattoo exactly like he wanted. I guessed that he was finally accepting his new life. Simon had sketched out each of our tattoos and we set up a time the following week. He said he would make up a couple versions of them and we could decide which we wanted when we came in for the appointment. We got back to my room and both of us were horny. We did something that we never had done before and flip fucked. Both of us ended up with a load of cum in our guts and our balls were empty. -- Danny: I was laying there in Evan's room on my back. I had just finished dumping another load into his ass and then pulled the plug from under his pillow and pushed it into him. "Do you prefer knowing you're pozzing a guy up or was it hotter when you thought you were neg and not even thinking about it?" Evan asked. "I don't like to think about it. At least the two guys that I unintentionally infected and still talk to me are OK with it. I don't hookup as much as I used to, though. How about you?" I asked. Evan grinned and replied "I only top guys that are chasing or don't care. The rest fuck me. The guy that paid me gave me the rest of the money now that he converted. I'm gonna use some of it to pay for the tattoo I wanted. Now I need to find a shop to do it." "I know a place. The guy that pozzed me gave me a gift certificate for there. There's still some money left on the certificate since all I got were my ears pierced. They do both tattoos and piercing" I replied. Evan chuckled. "Cool. He gave you a couple gifts, then. Want to go over there some time this week with me?" Evan asked. We walked into the shop on Thursday afternoon. The girl that had pierced me was at the counter and I explained that Evan wanted to talk to someone about a tattoo. A guy was working on a customer's full back tattoo and told us to give him ten minutes and he'd talk to us. We waited and after Simon, the tattoo guy, finished with the customer, he came over. Simon looked a little nerdy above the neck with his glasses and spotty scruff, but his arms, hands and legs were covered in ink, at least everything I could see outside of his tee and baggy shorts. "I got a couple pics of what I want" Evan said, pulling out his phone. A smile came over Simon's face as he looked at the two pictures, flipping back and forth and sketching something out on a pad of paper. "Do you know what the symbol means?" Simon asked Evan. Evan nodded and said "Yeah. I'm a poz cub so I think it fits me pretty well." "Sweet. Welcome to the club. I had a chemistry major want one and then came back a few months later looking to get it covered up when guys kept hitting on him" Simon said, rolling his hand and revealing his own biohazard tat on his left wrist. "Now, where do you want it and how big?" Simon asked, snickering. It took a second before I grasped the double meaning of his question. After a little discussion, Evan had his shirt off and they spent some time playing around with where on Evan's pectoral to put it. Simon pulled out his schedule book and they set up a time. "While we're here... I have some money left over on a gift certificate and I'd like to get a scorpion done too. And yeah, I know what it means" I said with a laugh. I showed him a pic on my phone that I had from Stu's football weekend and zoomed in to Tomas' scorpion tattoo. "Just like this, except I want it on my hip, below my waist, so it's normally covered by jeans or shorts" I told Simon. He looked the pic over and muttered "Stung you good, huh?" before grabbing a screen shot and forwarding it to himself. "A friend of his did, but yeah" I replied quietly. A week and a half later, Evan and I were inked. He even paid for the difference between what was left on my gift certificate and the cost of the tattoo, plus a nice tip for Simon. My dick immediately got hard the moment I saw my tattoo, which was a lot the next two weeks as I followed Simon's care instructions religiously. I liked his last, hand written, instruction the best and was eagerly waiting for two weeks to lapse so we could "Recharge your tattoo artist." My pubic hair slowly grew back after being shaved for the tattoo. Evan had convinced me to stop shaving my chest and I was amazed that I had a decent covering over my chest now. It wasn't as thick as Evan's or Ben's, but looked a lot better than I thought it would. I would probably be buying fewer shavers and cream too.
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  22. Part 1 I started barebacking by accident 8 years ago, when a fuckfriend of mine at the time broke a condom while fucking me. He just didn’t stop and gave me my first load. I never used a condom again. I started hooking up, taking all the dicks and loads I could find. After a few years, I was lucky enough not to catch anything. PrEp became a thing. My doctor got me on it, and while it definitely provided me with mind relief for a while, I knew there was something missing. That’s when I discovered BZ, and slowly started thinking about dropping PrEp. In the next few years, I kept hooking up like a mad man, becoming less and less selective about who would load me. I would miss doses of PrEp, more and more. Until I finally dropped PrEp completely, and got my sex drive to crazy levels. I just thrived and got off on risk. I also discovered bathhouses, darkrooms and sex clubs, and would explore any sleazy place I could find, especially when travelling to Europe and the US, sometimes spending hours in some dark corners with my pants at my ankles taking uncountable dicks and loads, with my bottle of poppers ready in my hand to give me the extra boost to take what was coming. Poppers just makes me beg for dicks and loads and if a guy puts a bottle of it under my nose, there won’t be much resistance. I remember entire nights spent at Slammer in LA, GI Joe in Montreal, or Bunker in Paris, on all four in just my jocks and sneakers, sometimes blindfolded, just taking loads after loads. I would feel the cum dripping down my legs on my way back to my hotel, and I stained more than one bus seats with loads and ass juices. And somehow after all those years and hookups, I still managed to slip through the cracks and not get anything. I was definitely not actively chasing, it seemed all too twisted to me, and kind of felt invincible. But things may be about to change soon.
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  23. Unfortunately, I'd asked Sarah out because I was feeling insecure about my sexuality. I'd recently masturbated several nights in a row while fantasizing about getting fucked in the ass. I committed to focusing my sexual energy on women. Sarah, a sophomore like me, had been not-so-subtly hinting that she was attracted to me. Oh and two of her friends said I should definitely ask her out. So I did. She liked the attention, I liked that I wanted to fuck her (even though she never gave me more than a handjob while we were dating). Still, I couldn't keep my fantasies straight. We got married at the end of junior year. Everyone thought we made a good couple. Things were fine. ***** We decided to spend our first anniversary in Las Vegas. We were both 21 and had basically never had any alcohol. I'd gotten us some kind of lovers package that included champagne on ice in the room when we checked in. We were giddy already--sin city!--and she giggled when I popped open the bottle. I filled up the flutes and toasted our trip. ***** "Oh fuck!" "Fuck that's tight." He was actually inside me. Jesus. I moaned. I couldn't help it. "Yeah, I knew you were a faggot as soon as I saw you." I blushed and didn't feel great about that. He slid in and out of my asshole slowly. I was breathing deeply trying to take him without panicking. It seemed like he must have the biggest cock on the planet. Fuck I did feel like a faggot though. I couldn't believe how hot it was to have this guy inside me. Ted. **** Sarah and I drank up the champagne like a couple of idiot kids celebrating an ill-advised marriage. We started to mess around and she slurred an offer to suck my dick. I was beside myself. She made her way down to my crotch... And passed out. Fuck. **** I was trying, poorly, to order a beer from a cocktail waitress. The particulars aren't important but I looked like an idiot because I was. Ted saw the thing unfold and sorted everything out. Ted was a big dude. Probably just 5'9" but 260? Muscly with a beer belly. I was slowly betting a quarter a play on the slot machines while chatting with Ted. At some point another guy came by and chatted with Ted. They whispered to one another and laughed. I felt like awkward and laser focused on my dumb gambling machine. Suddenly I realized Ted was addressing me. "...Hello!" "Oh sorry I was spaced out." Ted's friend was looking at me expectantly. I stuck out my hand, "Hey I'm ____" He pumped my arm and introduced himself. I immediately forgot his name. A generic name for a generic dude, lol. "OK don't lose your phone this time!" Ted roared with laughter. Whoever smirked and walked off. I realized, somehow for the first time, that Ted was gay. "So is that your?" "...oh ____?" Of course. "But don't worry, he was just letting me know he made plans for tonight." Ted looked me in the eye and then laughed again. I laughed weakly and pushed the gambling button again. I awkwardly tried to make small talk and quickly drank my beer. Ted helped me get another one. He and the waitress shared a laugh about something I didn't catch. "So you're straight?" "Oh yeah. Actually me and my wife are here celebrating our first anniversary." "Congrats!" he put a hand directly on my crotch, correctly predicting that my cock was hard. Ted was serious for the first time "Where is she?" "Oh well uh we actually had champagne for the first time and I guess it was too much for her so I just came down here for a minute. I really should be going." "I'm sure she's fine. You can keep hanging out with me." "....I'm not gay!" He laughed hard. "Of course not! Talking to a gay person isn't gayis it?!" "Of course not!" I replied anxiously. His hand rubbed my now rock hard dick through my jeans. "Going up to a gay person's room isn't gay is it?" My cheeks must've been beet red. Sensing my hesitation Ted added "he won't be back tonight." ***** "Uhh uhh uh." Yes thrust into me. "Oh fuck yeah bitch! Take my load." He just came in me. Bare. I jerked my half-hard cock and while precum steamed out. I tried to squirm away but he pinned me down, pumping the rest of his seed into me.
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  24. Thanks for all your support ❤️ Part 2. It was obvious to Simon that all four of the guys knew each other as they were chatting about a previous occasion and location where they had all fucked a chaser and he had been in contact with one of them to say he had tested positive. Simon took them to the communal area where the other two chasers were waiting patiently. All four guys stripped before Simon placed the hood on himself and he was pleased to see they were all fairly well hung and hard. A skinny guy with some cheap looking tattoos on his arms and a shaved head was the biggest. Simon thought he was nine or ten inches and really hard. His uncut cock was veiny and his skinny thin looking ball sack hung low with two massive balls in a thin skinned ball sack. He was completely shaved and looked waisted. Another guy was very hairy all over. His bush was thick and a seven inch thick cock stood out from his slightly over weight body. His nipples were huge and erect like they had been stretched. Simon noticed that the bell end of his cock seemed so big it was out of proportion with the shaft. He didn't have much of a chance to look at the other two before he felt obligated to put his hood on but saw that one guys cock had a PA and a nipple ring and the fourth guy looked a little like a vagrant with a bushy beard and a really fat almost deformed looking cock that bent slightly downward although hard. As soon as his hood was on he tied it around his neck. One of the breeders tied his hands behind his back and pushed him roughly onto the padded platform in the middle of the room. He had no idea which one in it was. One of the tops said "Right let's get these fucking faggots pregnant" another said "Fuck yeah, I've haven't cum for five days so I'm going to flood someone's guts with poz cum" There were cries of "Fuck yes" from the others. Simon heard one of the others to be bred being pushed onto the to the padded platform and heard him say Oh fuck yes, poz me please. Suddenly Simon felt two hands on his arse pulling his cheeks apart. He was incredibly excited and very nervous. What the fuck was he doing. It suddenly felt very real and not just some deviant sexual fantasy. He had arranged this and it felt out of his control. He was really hard and his body was shaking uncontrollably. Then he felt a couple of fingers being pushed roughly up his arse. No lube just raw dry fingers. It hurt and he grunted. He felt the guys breath on his neck as he whispered "Going to tear your arse a little so our babies can do their job and knock you up" Simon heard one then the other chasers grunt and presumed other breeders were doing the same to their victims. His arse felt like is was on fire as his top raked his nails on the soft yielding fresh inside his arse. His top removed his fingers and announced to the others that he had drawn blood from Simon's hole. "Me to said another" "Me three" said another and they all laughed. Simon felt someone lift his head up under his chin and a cock placed against his lips. He could feel that the cock had a PA at its end and slowly it was pushed into his mouth and down his throat. At exactly the same moment the guy behind him rammed his cock hard into Simon's arse. The pain was immense but he was unable to scream because the other cock was down his throat almost choking him. Simon's body was now convulsing as he was unable to breath. Suddenly both cocks were removed and Simon was able to breath. His mouth and nose had produced so much mucus he had to spit it out inside the hood. At this point he heard someone scream and a voice say "Take it faggot you wanted it" After a couple of seconds he felt more fingers in his hole. This time they were lubed. They felt different in another way. Larger and longer than the first so he knew they belonged to a different guy. He could feel more lube being trickled into the crack of his arse and pushed onto his hole. It felt wonderful as the fingers were slowly pushed in and out massaging his sphincter. Then another finger was added and lube pushed inside him. He heard another scream and what sounded like someone crying. It sounded like the young chaser. Then it was confirmed as the young guy said "I'm sorry please don't stop. Give it to me please" All Simon's doubt had evaporated now. He knew he was going to be bred and converted tonight. He wanted it, needed it. It was his destiny. They guy behind him removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his cock. Slowly he pushed it inside Simon's body. Simon could tell it was the skinny, waisted looking guy with the cheap tattoos. The cock inside him was long and he couldn't feel any public hair as the guy pushed himself in to the hilt. The guy said softly "I'm going breed you and give you my babies. My sperm will infect you and you'll be pregnant forever" Then he began fucking him. Simon was already hyper turned on when a bottle of poppers was put to his nose. He breathed in deeply through the hood and took two hits in each nostril. The guy fucking him was now going full on ramming his cock into him. He fucked him for ten minutes or so before more poppers were offered and accepted. Just as the poppers took their full effect they guy fucking gave a loud shout and shoved his shaft as deep as he could into Simon flooding his guts with hot poz sperm. The guys orgasm seemed to last for ages and Simon could still feel him coming minutes after the initial injection of seed. They guy stayed inside him while Simon listened to the others in the room fucking and being fucked. There were grunts and groans, gasps and shouting as each top unloaded and each chasing bottom received the gift. Simon's gifter removed his cock from his body and he could feel another guy take his place. The cock that replaced it was alot fatter stretching Simon's hole to near to limit of elasticity. It felt good. Simon felt more relaxed now knowing that the deed had been done and he was almost certainly infected. A warm glow had come over him. He felt completely uninhibited and felt fantastic. As number two fucked him he felt complete, like he had become what he had always known he was. A hole to be used by absolutely anyone. This guys cock was being rammed in and out like a piston. He didn't hold back. Simon wanted it hard, he wanted another poz load just to make sure. More poppers offered and accepted as the guy continued to abuse Simon's arse like it had never been abused before. Simon could feel himself close to cumming. He'd never cum while being fucked before. Just as the guy fucking him pumped him full with a second poz load Simon's body convulsed and his cock spewed his last full load of negative seed onto the padded platform. The whole communal area smelt of sex. Testosterone, sperm, arse and sweat. The others had left and he was exhausted. Fuck it, he'd clean up in the morning.
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  25. 14. I lay on my bed for a minute enjoying the two big loads in my hole and listening to Mike get fucked. Mike was moaning like the slut I know knew he was and begging to be bred. I knew as I listened to him that even the two loads I had just taken weren’t enough for the night. I got out my phone to find another top. I had a few messages waiting for me. The nerdy guy from earlier had responded recently. He was free and still horny. I told him I had just taken two loads and was hungry for more. “On my way,” was his only response. I lay back and listened to Mike’s top build to orgasm. “Fuck yes, take my fucking load you slut!” “Breed my hole” “Fucking take it!” “Fill me up” “Take my…” there was a roar, several more slams of flesh against flesh and then a dull panting. After a long pause there came a smack, followed by a gruff, “thanks,” and then “I’ve gotta get going.” “Thanks for the load Sir,” Mike said. I could hear the top gathering his things and then the door opening and closing without another word. Mike appeared in my doorway, completely naked except for his cage. He was about to open his mouth when the buzzer went off. I got up saying, “that’ll be for me.” As I walked past him to ring the nerd up I pecked Mike on the cheek and gave one of his pert nipples a little tweak. “Another? Already? Good boy,” he said in reply. “Well,” I grinned, “hearing you get fucked after my last guy came made me want more. So…” there was a knock on the door. I opened it, dressed only in a jock, and let the nerd into the apartment. He grabbed me and kissed me as he closed the door behind him. “I’ve got a four day load I’m ready to blow, take my clothes off,” he said, breaking the kiss. Unbuttoned his shirt as we still kissed, feeling his smooth chest, and hard nipples. Slowly I slid my hands down to his pants, the thick hair of his treasure trail entwining around my fingers as I made my way to his belt. I pushed his pants down and left him in only his tight white briefs, the meat of his cock pressing forward in a hefty bulge. “You want me to breed you right here, or you wanna go to a bed room?” I looked behind me, Mike had vanished into his room, “Right here.” He pushed me back till I tripped onto the couch and fell back onto the seat. He shoved his briefs to the floor and his beautiful monstrous cock bobbed forward, bursting from a 1970s level of bush. I grabbed his hips and swallowed him as far as I could. My lips were stretched wide before I’d even gotten half way to the balls. I looked up his chest and watched his eyes roll as I swallowed his cock. His hands held my shoulders tight, and he slowly rocked his cock in and out of my mouth moaning. Froth and heavy spit was starting to build in my mouth, his cock pushed against my tonsils almost making me gag over and over. He fucked his cock deep into my mouth cutting off my airway and holding it there till I gagged. I panted as his cock fell from my mouth. My eyes were watering. I was catching my breath when the buzzer to the apartment went off and Mike’s came padding out of his room still completely naked. “Fuck I didn’t…” the nerd started before he noticed Mike nudity and cage. “Oh don’t worry, I just got bred on that couch myself.” “Another top?” I said between gasps. “Nope, Seamless.” I laughed and grabbed back onto the nerd’s cock and swallowed it down. He twisted his fingers into my hair and started skull fucking me again as Mike waited by the door to collect his seamless. The nerd and I stopped for a moment when we heard the knock on the door. We both looked over, a little surprised that Mike was still completely naked opening the door for the delivery man. A cute short guy in his early twenties stood there holding a bag of food, and looking a little shocked and pleased at the same time. “So I don’t have a cash tip for you but I was hoping you’d accept something else.” “There’s a reason I always take the deliveries to this address,” the guy said and stepped into the apartment. Mike closed the door, took the bag, and dropped to his knees. It was then the guy noticed us, the nerd’s cock still in my mouth. I winked at him and went back to sucking the nerd’s cock. “Who’s that,” the delivery guy asked. “My roommate,” Mike said, as he undid the guys pants, “I finally introduced him to the joys of being a caged bottom. Now its just raw sex all the time here.” “Wanna share these holes,” asked the nerd. “Sure, why not, get on the couch with your roommate.” “Fuck yeah, so long as each of use gets at least one of your loads.” “Don’t worry, you’ll each get bred.” Mike landed hard on the couch next to me. All through the exchange the nerd had never stopped fucking my face and my chin was now slick with spit and phlegm. I looked over and saw Mike starting to gag on a broad veiny uncut cock, swallowing it till a pair of swinging low hanging balls hit his chin. The delivery guy groaned, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as his cock thickened to its full mass in Mike’s mouth. The nerd pulled out, and bent forward. He grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up. “Time for me to get in that pussy, bend over the arm of the couch. That way you can watch your friend get used too.” “Yes Sir!” Thirty seconds later I was bent over with my arms resting on the cushions of the couch, and the nerd was rubbing his massive cock on my hole. Mike was bobbing forward and back, his throat distended each time sucking in the delivery guys cock. “Fuck it,” the delivery guy said, “I need your cunt too. Other arm.” Mike got up and bent over opposite me. The delivery guy moved around and pulled his shirt off. He wasn’t built but he was strong and square with big round brown nipples and a wild pelt of hair all over his chest. He got behind Mike and I watched him slide deep inside my roommate as the nerd pushed inside me. Both of our eyes rolled back and we groaned being once more penetrated. “God your pussy is the best fucking tip,” groaned the delivery guy as he started to hammer Mike. “Fuck me,” I shouted at the nerd. “Holy shit. Your so wet.” “I can feel all the load in your cunt.” I was being hammered into the arm of the couch and split in two. The nerd’s cock felt even bigger inside my hole than it had in my mouth. Old loads were dripping down my balls as he fucked the frothy cum out of my slack hole. Mike was a grunting drooling mess as the delivery guy’s fat uncut cock spread his hole wide. I could feel the couch bouncing back and forth under the force of the two tops assaults. Mike’s face was slack, his eyes unfocused. I was sure I looked equally cock drunk. I could feel precum oozing from my cock, and dripping out of my cage. How had I ever had sex before, this was perfect. This is who I wanted to be. I was a sub cunt. Every cock I took affirmed it again and again. It was like a tinny epiphany that I got to relive with the invasion of each new cock. “Wanna try this one?” the nerd asked. “Fuck yeah, switch.” They changed places, and the thin nerd lined up his cock with Mike’s surely gaped hole. The delivery guy got behind me and pressed into my equally slack cunt. “Fuck man, your roommates even more full of cum than you,” he groaned bottoming out. “I’ve taught him well,” Mike panted between thrusts, “You’re the third cock in him in two hours.” “And six loads today,” I added. “Fuck,” Mike said enviously, “I’ve only got three.” “Well let’s get you each another,” said the nerd. I bucked my ass back onto the delivery guy, enjoying his girth. I could feel his balls slapping against me as he plowed deep inside. Everyone was quiet for a minute the only sounds the grunting of men in heat and the sound of sweaty flesh slapping against flesh. The nerd had his eyes closed, his hands on Mike’s hips, sweat trickling down his chest. His hair curly mop of hair was matted down on his brow. He looked like the perfect image of a vintage porn star. “Fuck, man,” said the delivery guy breathlessly, “swap back. I’m gonna breed Mike’s hole. He owes me for the tip.” “Of course.” They swapped again. The nerd lined up his cock and slid easily into my open hole. My arms had started to cramp, and my back ached a little but his cock made all of that go away. I was about to be filled with another load. It was all I wanted. “Fuck Mike I’m going to breed you,” the delivery guy said, a few moments after returning to Mike’s hole. “Yeah! Give me your load. Take your tip man,” Mike encouraged. “Im going to fucking fill you up.” “Add your load to my cummy hole.” “Fucking cumdump.” “Breed me.” “Fu…” the delivery guy shuddered as he came, slamming in and out of Mike hard with each pulse of his cock. Mike’s body was rocked with each powerful thrust. It seemed to take a long time for him to stop cumming but Mike of course didn’t mind. Seeing Mike get bred seemed to tip the nerd over the edge. I felt the first pulse and clamped down hard on his cock. He let out a roar, pushed hard into my hole. So hard that he suddenly bust past my second hole making a deep low bellow explode out of me. He held still, his cock as deep as it could possibly go as he unloaded. “Thank you,” I panted, “thank you for your load.” Both men recovered slowly and pulled out of us. We each turned to our tops and cleaned their cocks off for them. Then they got dressed. “If either of you ever need a hole again,” Mike started. “You know where to find us,” I finished.
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  26. **This is a fictional story, based on a fictional story. It's told from the point of view of a 25-ish year old, a little better than average twink, 5'6'. So my friends having been giving me shit lately. Ugh. Whatever. First off they were trying to "warn me" about this guy I started talking to at the bar. He's super hot, bald mid 30's tattoos all over his body and face, slim and lean muscle body. They were so concerned that one of them pulled me aside and told me who he was. Lol. Like I know who he is. He's a sleazy top who loves to fuck bare - oh yeah and he's poz. Lol. So what? Like I fucking care. Look, it's none of their business what I do. I tried to get them off my back and told them "don't worry, we're just gonna hang out." Of course we weren't gonna hang out. We went back to his place once we got in his place, he pulled down his 8 inch cock and and turned me around. He grabbed some lube and rubbed it all over his dick, I pulled down my short shorts and exposed my bare ass in a jock. He grabbed me and stuck his fat 8 in cut cock inside of me while I leaned up against the door. He fucked me so hard, I moaned so loud. I reached back and held his head closer to mine while he fucked hard and hard with his fat raw cock. Then he started to cum. He pulled me closer to him and held my body while he shot deep inside of me. It felt so hot. I could feel his poz load inside of me. I got down on my knees and suck him off and cleaned his dick. I could tell he was ready for me to go, so I got up, pulled my pants up and walked out. But anyways my friends have gotten worse. Seriously, like what the fuck. We're all having lunch one day and they start giving me shit about my profile on one of those hook up apps. Well the thing is, my profile is pretty excplicit. It's my boy next door face and a headline that says "POZ friendly bottom" with a small bio that said "easy submissive cumdump for raw cock." They were like judging me but fuck them. You see, I like poz cocks. They're harder than neg dicks. I know, I've been fucked by many. Poz guys are always hotter and sleazier and they love to use slutty whore like myself. I love to please them, I love to have my hole loaded for their hard cocks. But my one friend is like "but you're on PrEp right?" LMAO. Fuck no. That's cool if you are dude, but keep your dick away from me. They think I'm nuts, but that's fine. My hole was leaking as we were having lunch because I had just gotten fucked. And my phone buzzed again. I had to cut my lunch short and head over to another dude's place. His wife is out and he wanted to drop a quick load inside me. As I walked away from my friend, I made a slight change on my profile. I changed my "neg" status to "don't care."
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  27. Part 13 Evan: My chest itched as the hair grew back around my new tattoo. I loved to look at it and I was going shirtless a lot more just to show it off. Most of the guys in the dorm made comments about the shaved fur on only one side looking silly. I trimmed the right side of my chest so it was less obvious, but prayed that it all grew back quick. It was more interesting to see which guys made a comment about the tattoo. Some were silent and just looked shocked or smiled and the ones that said something varied between "That tat is so sick" to "Oh fuck. Sorry, dude." I figured the guys that knew what it meant were queer and I made a mental note to remember which guys liked it. I was down at the campus gym finishing a workout when I realized a few guys were checking me out. One was a tall, skinny guy that looked like a basketball player. Two were bodybuilders and they kept talking between themselves when they weren't looking my way. Last was an older bear that I knew taught over in the Biology department. He was my instructor freshman year. When I finished the last set of reps, I got up and headed to the locker room. Once I was stripped down, I grabbed my towel. Just before I stood up I heard "The ink looks fresh. You still viral or are you back to shooting blanks?" the bear asked quietly. Turning my head back to him I asked "Not doing meds until next year, why?" "You busy Saturday afternoon? I'd like to take a load or two and see what happens" he said, a wicked grin plastered on his face. "I might be able to squeeze you in... how's three sound?" I asked. I didn't have any other plans but I thought it sounded good. The bear chuckled and replied "Yeah, I bet there's lots of guys looking to get charged up by a hot cub like you. 417 Hickory Drive. See you then." I headed off to the shower with my towel. I walked through the large open shower area to a room that had dividers between the shower stalls. Oddly, there were no shower curtains so if you stood in the middle of the room you could watch guys shower just like the other shower area. I heard they took them down since too many guys were fucking behind the curtains. After adjusting the water temperature, I started to wash up. I opened my eyes to see the bodybuilders staring back at me, one on each side. Both were naked and while their muscles might have been big, their dicks weren't. I'd heard that steroids could lead to shrinkage, but damn. Or maybe that's all they were endowed with and used their muscles to compensate. "New ink, huh?" the one with a shaved head asked. "Yeah, you like it?" I asked. "Kinda hard to see with all that damn fur" he replied. I laughed. "Real men have body hair" I said. "And bigger dicks" I thought, but didn't say that out loud. Both guys grunted. "That tat mean you're shootin something dirty?" the shaved headed guy asked. "Dirty? Nah. Viral, yeah" I replied. I watched both roll their eyes and the bald guy said "Whatever. Bet ya can't give it to Dirk, here. Our bodies are a lot stronger than guys like you." "If you want to give it a try, I'd be more than happy to dump a load in that ass and see what happens" I said, remembering the bear's comment earlier. I wondered if their immune systems were pumping as much iron as their muscles were. They both laughed. "Bet you'd like that. Be the best ass you fucked in your lame ass life" the bald guy said. I found it funny that he was doing all the talking and yet was offering up his buddy's ass. I guessed that the bald guy was the Dom. "Maybe. Only one way to find out" I said. Moments later, Dirk was braced against the wall with just a little soapy water helping my cock rip into his hole. My hand was over his mouth and he was screaming with each thrust. It took a few tries before my cock was fully planted into his hole. He wasn't putting up a fight other than yelling out and I wondered whether he was trying to impress his buddy or whether he got fucked a lot, just by some smaller cocks like his buddy's. His butt was really firm and once I got a good pace going, I was bouncing off it. I only lasted ten minutes before I was flooding his wrecked ass with my toxic seed. My cock slipped out of the tight chute, followed by some pink cum. "I've had better. He's tight and doesn't know how to work his ass while he gets fucked. Actually, the virgin I had last Spring was better. Anyway, let me know if one load tagged his ass or if he needs more. It took over a dozen to get me" I said. I knew Danny did it with less, but I wanted to put a good dent in their cocky attitude. They probably didn't even understand that it would take a couple weeks before the virus would show any symptoms. I sure didn't want to fuck his "lame ass" more than a few times. They left and I rinsed off before heading back to my room. -- Danny: I started hooking up more and Evan was right about the number of guys that looked for poz tops to fuck them. I got a few phone calls from the clinic reminding me to come back in for a checkup. That would be something to do after the new year. My poz profile was getting more hits and I was getting more comfortable shooting my viral cum into willing bottoms. A grad student I had been breeding had just come down with the telltale symptoms as the virus took over his body. He wanted one last fuck and I was happy to oblige. His body might have been fevered and sore, but the smile that he had on all of our previous meetings was still there. We always fucked missionary and he always stared at me, begging for me to set him free. I wasn't sure what I was going to free him of, but he was sexy and a very good bottom. I was going to miss fucking his tight, hairy, middle eastern ass. Gary, didn't seem to want to stop. We didn't do it in front of his frat bro's again, but he found he had a lot of easy dick to suck after our show. And at least one red head that found Gary's ass a good substitute when his girlfriend wouldn't put out. I liked fucking Gary's cum filled ass too. He even convinced one guy to join us for a spit roast. Too bad the guy bolted as soon as he shot his load down Gary's throat less than five minutes in. I learned that neg guys that wanted to hookup from my poz profile would only be interested until they got what they wanted and then I'd never hear from them again. One guy had sent me several messages, wanting to meet up but his profile said he was a top and wanted negative partners. While I liked the top part, the neg part ruled me out. Finally, instead of ignoring his message again, I pointed it out. "The neg 4 neg part is for my bf in case he sees my profile. I want to bottom for your poz dick and get knocked up" 7thknhrd replied. "Don't mind giving u bug, but don't want to be responsible 4 u giving it to ur unsuspecting bf" I sent back. "NP, going to use it as excuse to dump him. He's too boring & clingy" was his response almost immediately. We met up at his apartment the next day and he looked a lot better than the small, grainy pictures in his profile. He was tall, slender and smooth. His dark blond hair was cut short and his pubic hair was trimmed which made his average cock look longer. I wasn't sure it was seven inches like he claimed, but it didn't matter since I would be doing the fucking. I could tell that he was a runner from his legs and ass. He looked a little familiar, but I couldn't figure out why. I'd met a lot of guys this semester and without any tattoos, piercings or facial hair, his plain average body wasn't especially memorable. Once I knew he understood the consequences I had him naked on his knees bent over the couch in his living room. Two spits and a shove made him scream and got half of my cock into him. I pulled out, pushed his face into the cushions and shoved back in. He squirmed around, but I had him trapped. This was a move I learned from the first guy I knocked up by myself after Evan. The bottom's friend gave me lots of ideas on how to get my virus into the bottom's bloodstream while he watched. I could tell that the guy my dick was in wasn't a total top, but it had been a while since he'd bottomed since he was pretty tight and didn't loosen up very quick. Fifteen minutes of drilling his tight ass had gotten me close. The last minute was spent pulling out and ramming back in until I planted my cock in deep and fired several volleys of cum into his battered hole. My cock stayed in his hole until it softened. "Give me a few minutes and I'll give you a second load" I told him. He was laying there, groaning and whimpering. "Oh fuck... I dunno... my ass is on fire" he whined. "You wanted to get knocked up. If you can't take another one, I'm not going to bother fucking you again" I told him. I wondered when I had become this sadistic jerk that got turned on by giving someone an incurable disease. But many guys wanted what I had and I loved pumping my cock and cum into those willing asses. I didn't need to waste my time with guys that couldn't take a decent fucking. "Oh god... please... fuck me... just not as hard" he begged. There was something about hearing a guy beg to get fucked that made my cock hard as a rock. The next fuck was shorter and not as rough. He still got a nice load soaking into his gut and my balls were now empty. "Plug that hole up. You don't want to lose any of that seed" I told him as I pulled my cock out and wiped it on his ass cheek. He handed me a plug from table and I laughed to myself as I pushed it in. It looked like the one Tony had gotten a week after I had shown him Stu's plug in my ass. It reminded me to ask Tony where the sex toy store was nearby. They must have had a sale on this model. I stood up and stuffed my dick back into the jockstrap and pulled up my sweats. "Same time Wednesday?" I asked. We met six, maybe seven, times over the next two weeks. It was always doggy style like a lot of guys wanted, but he tried harder than most not to look at me. Most of the time the door was cracked open and he was in position bent over the front of the couch, just waiting to get fucked. We stopped meeting when he told me that classes were getting busy and he figured I had already charged him up. I was hoping to hear if I had been successful, but never heard from him again. -- Evan: The guy that answered the door looked about my age. His beard was a lot longer and shaggier than mine, obscuring my view of the thick leather collar locked around his neck. He was a few inches taller than me and a good fifty pounds heavier. A black jockstrap covered his cock and a pair of leather boots covered his feet and went half way up his calf. He looked me over and I did the same to him. A smile showed behind the facial hair and that's when I noticed the thick septum ring. "Come on in. Daddy is waiting for you" he said in a deep, sexy voice. I stepped in and as soon as the door shut he said "Please undress here. Naked or gear is all that is allowed inside." I took my clothes off, folding them neatly and setting them on a stool. I put my boots back on and then dug into my backpack for the leather gear I brought. Once the wrist bands and harness were on I stood up and looked back at him. He was staring at me, licking his lips and I was sure that the bulge in the jock was much larger. As he turned to lead me in to wherever the bear was waiting, I noticed that the thick covering of fur on his body also covered his back. He was hairier than I was and it really turned me on. My cock twitched a few times and I wanted to spend a few hours with my paws, tongue and dick ravaging him. We went down a hallway and he turned into a room. It once was a bedroom and was now a playroom with soundproof padding on the walls and a sling hanging from the ceiling. That's where I found the bear. His feet were in the stirrups and his hands cuffed and locked to the chains by his head. Each nipple was clamped and a rag was stuffed in his mouth. The smell of poppers hung in the air. "Daddy wanted to be ready for you, so you could spend all of your time sharing your gift with him" the younger guy said. I smiled, looking over my prey. His eyes were glued on me but showed no fear of what was about to happen. I wondered how his boy would take me using his daddy. I had seen a few of these types of relationships and some times the sub would freak out when his Dom got fucked. Since I didn't know any details of their relationship, I didn't even know if the younger guy was a sub. "Hopefully, he will share it with you once he converts" I told him. His eyes lit up, his face beamed and he nodded vigorously. "Since his mouth is full, come here and suck me fully hard" I said to the cub. He whimpered a little and I think it was from excitement. He said "Yes, Sir" and scurried over in front of me and knelt down. His mouth swallowed my cock and began to suck. He was good and if this were a normal meeting, I would have let him go for a while. Instead, a few minutes later I grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled the cub's head off my cock. "That's all for now. You can stay there if you want to watch your daddy get bred" I said before letting go of his hair and moving between the bear's legs. I looked him over and saw his eyes still locked on to me. His balls had a leather stretcher tightly gripping the sac and a nice 0 gauge PA on the end of his hard cut cock. As I looked back at him, my hands started to rub over his ass and that's when I found a toothbrush sticking out of his hole. I'd read stories about them and even found a video where a guy brushed his bottom's hole to make sure the bug had an easier way to attack. I heard a brief chuckle from the cub. I pulled the brush out and saw the red bristles. I pushed the brush handle through a link on the chains near the bear's foot strap so that it would be handy later. My cock was still hard as steel and I pressed the head to the tortured hole. My hands gripped the bear's legs and I smiled back at him before tugging on his legs and impaling my cock into his hole. The bear screamed out and the cub gasped. The spit from the short blowjob appears to have been the only lube the bear had. I'd never fucked a guy dry before, except for the very first time I topped when I had no idea what I was doing. Unlike that first time, I didn't pull out and add spit or lube. The quivering hole felt good around my shaft. I pulled back and thrust back in. After a few more slams into the torn up chute, I got the bear swinging back and forth, plowing my cock into him. I had forgotten how easy it was to fuck a guy in a sling. I was usually the one laying on the leather or canvas seat taking bare cocks. After a short time of letting him fuck on to my cock, I started to thrust in. The pace picked up and then slowed down. The bear's gaze only occasionally looked away from me and that was to see his cub. As much as I liked feeling the bear's pussy on my dick, I needed to unload the first dose of cum. I slowed the pace down until I gave a firm thrust while yanking the bear to me. My cock was buried as deep as it would go and my balls knew what to do. Spurts of cum pumped deep inside the bear. He groaned around the rag while my cock pulsed. I left my cock inside after the last shot, expecting it to soften like it usually did. A few minutes later I pulled out and the shaft was still hard. I motioned for the cub to come closer and told him quietly "One lick on his pussy and one lick on my dick." A loud whimper followed each lap of his tongue and he moved back to his spot. The second fuck was shorter and with a load of cum inside, a lot easier. I was surprised at how quickly my balls had recovered and gave an unhealthy six or seven volleys of cum into the battered hole. I backed away and grabbed the toothbrush from the chain, pushing it back into the gaping hole. Ten twisting strokes covered the bristles with a dark pink ooze before I pushed it back in like I found it earlier. The cub lapped at my softening cock, replacing the cum mixture with spit. Once I was satisfied, I pushed him back and moved to the other end of the sling, pulling the rag from the bear's mouth. "I hope that does the trick. Let me know if you need a repeat, but just remember that it will cost you your cub's ass" I told him. A wicked grin filled the bear's face before he said "Thanks. I'll let you know."
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  28. Part 3 That was the beginning of our once a week sessions. We had a good connection and he was a fun, reliable bottom. It allowed me to spend my free time looking for tops. Owen was satisfied with less sex than I was, so he hooked up with other guys only occasionally. Our weekly meetings continued until I went on Spring Break down to the coast a month later. My trip was different this year, though. I had been topping more and needed be the one getting dicked. It took some work, but I was able to keep my ass filled with cock and cum when I wasn't drinking like a fish or getting a decent tan. Mostly it was other Spring Breakers, but I got some of the locals too. Three nights I bottomed for ten or more guys, blindfolded and oblivious to who was fucking me. Some were thin, some tall, some hairy, some smooth, some hung, some average or smaller. All I cared about was feeling their raw dick in me and hopefully getting a load from each too. They called me a slut, a whore, a pig, a faggot and a stupid fuck. I heard it in English, Spanish, Portuguese, and German. It didn't matter to me, as long as I got fucked, I was happy. In the end, I think I only topped two guys the whole week. Owen wanted to meet up as soon as I got back, but I was too sore and tired. By the end of the week I had recovered and met up with him. We both needed it. I drilled him harder than usual but he was really into it. He got two loads this time, the first doggy style like we had always done and for the first time, missionary for the second fuck. In between, he wanted to hear about my exploits during Spring Break. "Damn, that sounds so hot. I'd love to do something like that and feel all those guys just using my ass to get off. I wouldn't even need the blindfold!" he said, chuckling afterwards. I laughed too. It was nice to see him comfortable enough with me to joke about his disability. "Kinda dangerous though... they could have stolen your stuff or given you something. Or even killed you" Owen said, getting more serious. "I had a buddy watching out for me, so it didn't get too crazy. But that's one reason I didn't want to meet until today. I've been waiting to make sure my dick didn't start to drip like it did last year when I picked up an STD. I didn't want to pass it on to you" I replied. "Ah... thanks. But... I wouldn't mind. I've never caught anything. I don't think I can call myself a cum dump without picking something up at least once" he said. I laughed before I grabbed his legs, sliding him around and taking my position between his legs. As I pushed them back and aimed my rigid dick at his leaking hole I said "Well, you already got the big one, right?" "What do you mean?" Owen asked, innocently. "You're poz, right?" I replied. "No" he answered sounding very confused, before asking "Why would you think that?" "Most guys that have on their profile that they prefer bareback and have a status of ask-me are poz. Usually they're undetectable, too. They just don't want to advertise it" I explained. "Oh... I was just being honest since I prefer bare sex and I haven't been tested in a while. It's embarrassing" he replied. "It's not too bad once you get used to it. Next time, you can go with me... just to make sure" I said right before I pushed my bare cock into him again. He relaxed and then moaned as my cock slid easily into his well lubed hole. This fuck wasn't as rough as the earlier one and I really liked this position. I got to see the expressions on his face change each time I tried something different and I found that his dick was rock hard and leaking soon after my cock went back into him. In my experience, the bottoms I fucked started out hard and stayed that way or were soft the whole time. I'd never seen one start soft and then get hard. Owen's moans were louder than normal too, probably since they were getting directed right to me, not into the bed. I only lasted about ten minutes before my balls needed to empty again. We'd fucked enough so he knew my cues when I was about to shoot and he cried out "Breed me!" a second before I did. We rested a few minutes before I got dressed. There were a pair guys out in the hallway when I left. One guy said "Sounds like you guys had fun. Wish my girlfriend liked to get used like that." "He's all lubed... give it a shot" I replied, winking at him. Both guys looked shocked as I walked away.
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  29. While making a few last passes for typos and such, I realized what was supposed to be the last part in this story was too long. I split it in half, so there will be one more after this to finish it off. -------- Part 15 Danny: After the big meal on Thursday my parents and I sat at the table talking. We had already finished one bottle of wine and had opened the second. I could tell there something they wanted to say, but I had no idea what. When the glasses were refilled, my dad sat down and nodded to my mom. I started to get worried. "How is your friend Ben doing?" my dad asked. "He's OK. He has an apartment closer to the city now. He found a better job but he had to cut down to only one class" I said. I didn't say anything about his appetite for sex, that he was poz or that he had a boyfriend. "Did he tell you why he moved?" my mom asked. I got more worried. "No. I didn't ask him. I just figured it was time for him to go out on his own. Kind of like I did by going down to State" I replied. It was the truth and to be honest I didn't think much about it. "His parents threw him out. You two have been close since grade school... so, we assume you know that he's gay. His parents don't approve of his sexuality. We were pretty shocked that they would do that to their own child. We haven't talked to them since" my dad said somewhat emotionally. He paused a moment and continued "We saw him walking down the street with a suitcase and picked him up. Ben stayed here for about a week until he could find a more permanent place." My jaw was probably on the table. I was shocked and couldn't believe Ben hadn't told me. "Uh... he came out to me last summer before moving to school. He never said anything about getting thrown out. That's awful. Thanks for giving him a place to stay" I said. "It's the least we could do. We're glad you didn't let the news affect your friendship. Just because someone has different preferences doesn't mean they are bad people. We all like different things" my mom said before adding "I like them tall and kinky" looking toward my dad and then giggling. "It's a good thing you're a few hundred miles away now... so you can't hear us" my dad added, smiling. I rolled my eyes and didn't really want to hear what they had been doing since I left, though it was good to see that their sex life was still alive. Thankfully they changed subjects without going into any more detail. As I was putting dishes away, my dad came up behind me, rested his hands on my shoulders and whispered. "If you're just being supportive of Ben, that's good, he needs that. If you two are close because you're gay too, that's ok. We love you just the same" before letting go and walking away. I packed up Sunday morning and started to drive towards the highway. I noticed the "For Sale" sign in front of Stu's house and chuckled to myself. Our neighborhood would be a lot safer, soon. At least for any queer guys that cross his path. I had a lot to think about on my drive back to school, but it was good to know that when I came out to my parents, it would go a lot better than I thought it would. -- Evan: I thought about Wes all of the way back to school. We had swapped digits and I hoped we kept in touch. Not just to know if I had added him to the list of guys I had knocked up. It would be good to have a gay friend near my parent's house. Maybe I could finish the job over Christmas break if he somehow didn't get pozzed. Or we could just have lots of more sex. He did tell me that next time it would be me bent over the truck behind the gas station getting fucked. As Danny started to hookup more, we had been fucking less. I was happy to see him get back into the groove. I even told a few of the poz top bears I knew that they should fuck him and every one of them thanked me. They seemed to like his ass even more than I did. It was countdown time until the end of the semester. My sex life was going to slow down and my study time was going to go way up. The biology bear messaged me, wanting to know if I was serious about meeting again. When I got there that evening, it was a lot simpler than our previous hookup. They both greeted me at the door naked and we spent a lot of time pawing each other's naked bodies in a few different rooms until we were back in their play room. The bear got back in the sling, but this time the cub bent over and began to nurse on his cock. That presented me with a furry ass to feast on. Once his fur was matted with spit, just like my beard was, and his hole was slick I stood up and slid in. His hole felt velvety and warm. My strokes were long and firm, slowly getting faster. The gentle massaging that he was giving my cock began to get more vigorous. The bear's moans got louder too, so I knew he wasn't being left out of the fun. Eventually, the massaging became milking and I couldn't wait any longer. Six strong spurts flooded the cub's ass. The cub moaned and the bear yelled out "Knock my boy up!" The cub stood up and I wrapped my arms around him, whispering "You got a great ass" in his ear. My cock slipped out and he moved to the side, kneeling before me, licking all of the cum off my shaft and balls. While he licked, my hand reached over and I dug a pair of my fingers into the bear's ass. Ten minutes of ass play gave my balls time to re-fill. The bear's hole felt really warm when I replaced my fingers with my cock. When I looked closer, I saw his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. I didn't say anything, I just began to plow into his fevered hole. I didn't fuck any harder or softer than normal, but my whole body was excited. I know some guys thought it was a waste to breed a guy that was converting or had converted, but not me. These guys were fun and I hoped to keep fucking them as long as I could. A moment after I shot my load into the bear, he came too, showering my chest with his cum. The cub licked the cum and sweat off my chest before sharing it with me in a long, deep kiss. He slowly pulled away and then put his attention to his daddy's cum covered, partially soft cock. -- Danny: I was laying on the bed when Tony came in Monday morning. He looked exhausted and just dropped his bag on the floor, set an alarm and passed out. I didn't even get a "Hi" from him. When I got back after classes he was gone but showed up right before dinner. He looked a little more rested but still tired. "Have a good break? Get stuffed like most of us?" I asked. "Oh god... my boyfriend took me to his family's cabin, not his parent's house. He fucked me from Tuesday night until this morning. When his dick wasn't in me, the plug I bought was. The damn thing barely stays in, now. I thought it was going to be fun when he told me what he planned while we drove there, but he was just a sex crazed animal the whole time. There was no passion, it was just rutting. I think he tried to make it hurt. He even invited people over to watch him fuck me" he sobbed. I was shocked since it had sounded like they had a good relationship. After I took a deep breath I told him "You should dump him. That's abuse, not kinky fun" and he nodded. "He even locked my dick up in this cage. It was supposed to be just for the weekend, but when I asked him to take it off this morning he just laughed. This afternoon, I told him to return the stuff I had at his place and bring the key to this cage" Tony said, sounding more angry by the minute. Friday, there was a knock at the door and Tony jumped off the bed to open it. I looked back from my desk briefly and saw 7thknhrd at the door. I had only seen his face a few times, but I knew it was him. He had a garbage bag in his hand and shoved it at Tony and said "I lost the key. Good luck finding someone to fuck you that's as good as I was. The videos are really popular. People like watching a stud like me breed your pathetic ass." I had turned away from the door as soon as I recognized Tony's ex. Tony slammed the door and set the bag down before crawling on the bed and crying. "That was your ex-boyfriend?" I asked. Tony sobbed "Yeah." I was worried about Tony and wondered if I should tell him about the flu that was in his near future. While I never got confirmation that my bug had found a new host in 7thknhrd, my track record for guys that got more than a couple loads was 100%. He had gotten nine. There was no point saying anything since it wouldn't help him now. The fever started the next Monday. Tuesday morning he stood there naked, with the cage still on his cock, dripping with sweat. He looked awful and hot at the same time. I wrapped a towel around his waist and led him to the bathroom. We ran into a few guys in the hall and bathroom and all gave him lots of room, one muttering "Damn, he's sick as a dog," another saying "Tony looks like shit." I held him up in the shower letting the water massage his body and he didn't wash much more than his head before he was exhausted. He slept a lot and I did what I could to keep him hydrated. I took care of him the next few days until he started to feel better. He only had a week to study for his finals and the illness only added to his stress level. On the Friday before finals, I took him to the clinic to get tested. Time was running out for the semester, so on Saturday I told him to leave a few hours open that evening and I was going to make his fantasy happen. Tony looked confused, but now he trusted me more than ever. When I told him to clean out, he knew he was going to get fucked and the worried look came back to his face, but he disappeared for a short while. He came back, hung the towel up and stood there naked. I pulled out some heavy wire cutters and told him to stay still. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Cutting the lock off your cage" I replied, moving closer. "I want to keep it. I've gotten used to it" he said. I smiled and reached back and grabbed a new lock off my desk. I grinned at him, saying "No problem. We'll put a new lock on, but the one from your ex needs to go." It took a couple tries to cut through the old lock, but I unceremoniously dropped it into the trash can once I had. The second he heard the click from the new lock latching, Tony moaned. "Now, you're in control. Not him" I told Tony. I had thought about giving him a key, but for now I kept the two that came in the package. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Evan stood there with another hairy guy behind him. The other guy was even furrier than Evan, but had the same big smile on his face. He also had a thick leather collar around his neck. They came in the room and I set the deadbolt. Tony had a nervous smile and I knew this would be his first sexual experience since the horrible week with his ex. "Hi... I'm Brad" Evan's friend said cheerfully and got introductions from Tony and I. Evan whispered "He just converted. You sure Tony is poz? Brad's probably really potent right now." I nodded and replied "He gets his results on Tuesday, but I'm sure he's toxic." Tony sucked the three of us, going back and forth a few times. He pulled off and looked at the three hard cocks in front of him and asked "Who's first?" before turning around and presenting his ass. I went in first and any concern that I had about Tony getting reminded of his ex raping him, quickly disappeared. I might not have been soft and romantic, but I wasn't going to be as abusive as his ex got either. Tony's moans were loud and he turned out to be a good bottom. -- Evan: We left the bear laying in the sling as the cub led me back to the door and my clothes. "When did he start with the fever?" I asked as I tied my boots. "I noticed it right before you got here tonight. Why?" the cub asked. "He's probably converting. You might need to help him get through the next few days" I replied. "Damn. I was hoping I could take more of your dick before then" he said, grinning. "Do both" I said, handing him my phone to enter his contact info. He typed in "Brad" and then his number. "Can we meet at your place? I don't want him to see me get fucked while he's sick and can't join in" Brad said. "Just gonna cost you a load or two" I replied. "Uh... I dunno. I'm a bottom" he replied, looking down. "You gotta learn to top. I expect you to share once you're charged up. If I can do it, you can too" I said, before giving him a rough snog. My finger hooked through the D-ring on his collar and I tugged him closer as we kissed. I'm pretty sure I heard him whimper from that move. I saw Danny helping his roommate into the shower a few days later and was a little shocked. Both at how bad Tony looked and that Danny would have pozzed his roommate. A day or two later I cornered him and asked what happened. He told me about his roommate's bad holiday with his boyfriend and I knew he could kind of relate to being used like that. "It's so fucked up. About a month ago I hooked up with a guy that wanted to get charged up. Said he wanted to use it as an excuse to break up with his boyfriend. It was a bad idea, but I bred him several times and then he said that was enough. I don't think he could handle being fucked like that" Danny told me quietly. He shook his head and continued after a deep breath "Over Thanksgiving holiday, Tony and his boyfriend went to a cabin and it got really abusive and Tony got raped daily... maybe hourly... and sometimes in front of other people. The guy even caged Tony's dick." I could see Danny start to get emotional. While he and Tony were just roommates, you don't want to hear about anyone getting raped, much less someone you live with. After he took another deep breath he said "Tony told him to give him his stuff back and when the boyfriend showed up, it was the guy I charged up a month earlier. He hadn't dumped his boyfriend, he wanted to poz him up. Just like Stu did to me." Finals were approaching and some guys party like crazy the weekend before and others just keep prepping. Danny asked me if I was up for a small gang bang for a break during studying. He said that it was Tony's fantasy and thought it might get him feeling better. I didn't want to traumatize Tony any more, but trusted Danny's judgment. I brought along Brad since Danny asked if I knew anyone that would breed a poz guy. He was the cub living with the bear I met at the gym. I had bred them both, together and apart, and while the bear was the first to fall victim to my viral seed, Brad was soon converting too. Brad wasn't ready to poz his first guy, but once he knew Tony was already in the club he was interested. I had already felt Brad's cock in me a few times. He wasn't the best top around, but he got the job done and with more practice I hoped he would get better. Tony wasn't the type I normally looked for but he was a damn good bottom. Most twinks like him weren't interested in me anyway. From the story I heard, the top that Tony dumped deserved it. Tony had a sub vibe which was probably not helped by the cage on his cock. That meant, however, that he was very attentive to making sure the top was satisfied. I think Brad could relate to him the most, since he had that role with his daddy. On the other hand, the three of us wanted to make sure that Tony got his needs met and had fun. When we were drained a few hours later, I think all of us had smiles on our faces. It turned out much better than I thought it would. I even got my dick in Brad again while Danny fucked Tony, so that was a bonus.
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  30. Part 5 On my visit Thursday afternoon I thought I'd try another position. After he had sucked me hard and I'd eaten his ass for several minutes, I laid down and had him straddle me. He looked uneasy but once he put his hands down on my chest and felt my cock push into his ass he got more comfortable. It took a few tries but he figured out how to ride my cock. I was a little surprised when once he got more confidence he rode my dick really hard. Eventually, he slowed down and I pulled him forward before I took over and pounded him a few minutes. My cock pumped another half dozen spurts of cum into his ass. "Now it's your turn" I told him. "What do you mean?" Owen asked. "I want you to fuck your last neg load into me" I replied. I could feel the panic rush through his body. "I... I... I can't. I'm a bottom. I've never tried to fuck a guy" Owen said, his voice quivering like his body was. "Your dick has been rock hard every time we've fucked. I want to feel it in me. Now, pull off and move back two feet" I said firmly. Indeed, his cock was still stiff and laying on my stomach next to a small puddle of precum. He slowly raised up and my cock fell from his ass. I felt some cum dribble out and then watched him move back. My hands held on to his arms to steady him as he shuffled backwards. Once he was in position, I crawled away a little and got on all fours. I spit a few times into my hand and lubed up my hole before backing myself to him. His hands reached out and rested on my hips and I felt his shaft resting on my ass. "You can do it, Owen, just guide it to the hole" I said. Owen's right hand left my hip and I felt him press his dick into the crevice. He pushed it up and down along the trench until the head found the wet ring. I heard him breathe in deeply and then push in. I relaxed and felt his cock slide inside me slowly. He only went in a couple inches before he began to pull back. I was afraid he was going to pull out and give up, but he gingerly started to rock his hips. I heard some gasps and moans the longer he continued and soon I was moaning too. It took me back to the days where most of the guys I had sex with were virgins. A few words of encouragement got him to thrust deeper and a few minutes later I was pushing back on to his cock. Owen kept plowing my ass, occasionally stopping a moment before resuming. My hole started to feel slicker and I assumed he was lubing my ass with his neg precum. He filled the room with louder moans and that's when I knew he could go to the next step. My ring clamped down and he froze. I'm sure he was fighting off shooting his load, but that's what I wanted. The little devil inside me wanted him to give me his last neg load and his first charged one. Three more thrusts did it and I felt him flood my guts. Unlike with most guys, I could feel his cock throb inside my ring. I counted eight strong pulses before he gasped "Oh my god!" He stayed planted inside me another minute before pulling back. A second after his cock was free of my hole I was spun around and licking the jizz off his dick. After his cock was cleaned, I pulled him down on to the bed and we laid there together a few minutes in silence. "I always wondered what it was like, but I was too scared to try. Besides, I like feeling a guy fuck me too much..." he said. "Did you like it?" I asked. "Oh hell yeah... Thank you for making me try. It's still easier for me to bottom, but now I know I can top with the right guy" Owen said. "As I said, I want your last neg and first poz loads, so you'll get more practice" I told him. He needed some practice too. He wasn't the worst top I'd taken and pretty good for his first time, but I hoped he would get better. I also wanted to watch him charge up his first neg guy too, but I wasn't going to tell him that quite yet. It had been a while since I had fucked a guy while his load dripped out my ass and down my leg, but that's what our last fuck of the day was like. Our next seven meetings were repeats. I'd breed him, he'd breed me and then I'd give him a second load. We tried a few more positions too and while he preferred to fuck me doggy style, I found I liked a standing fuck with him braced on the dresser, me fucking him from behind while staring at our faces in the mirror. Owen was getting better as a top, too. His motions were more natural and had lost all of the jerkiness from his first few tries. He always shot big loads and I loved going home feeling it run down my legs. I was starting to question whether I was really poz when I got the message Monday afternoon. "I think I have the flu. Can you stop by to see?" he texted while I was in class. He looked like I did when the conversion flu struck a couple weeks after my Spring Break trip and the sight made my cock hard. It was a quick fuck, but he ended up with one more load of cum in his 101 degree hole. He was exhausted and I sucked a questionable load out of his balls before watching him pass out on his bed. Each day I would stop by to check on him and, like me, the bad part only lasted a few days. Friday night's fuck had our roles reversed. He fucked me twice and while the second load was a lot smaller, he fucked twice as long. Owen's comments told me how much he loved driving his cock into a cum filled hole. Afterwards, we laid there for a while, catching our breath. I felt good knowing that I'd knocked up my first guy and I hoped that Owen was OK being that guy. "No regrets?" I asked. "No. Not yet anyway. Ask me again in five years" he replied with a short laugh. "Do you want me to take you to the clinic to get tested?" I asked at our hookup a week later. Owen said "Yeah, I probably should." My heart sank, since I hoped that he'd poz up a few guys like I was planning on doing. Then he added "Take me along when you go to find out for sure. But... please wait a few more months." A smile came back to my face quickly. "Are you planning on charging up any guys?" I asked. "I've already been talking to one. I might need your help though" he replied with a devilish laugh. "Oh? I think you should do your first on your own, but if you want, I can help" I said. "I mean I need some help getting there and back. You can breed him if he wants, but I would prefer to fuck him by myself" Owen said.
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  31. Part 6 We got dropped off at the sleazy, run down motel by the expressway. "Hope she's fun!" the driver said, knowing that anyone that went to this motel only came for sex. Two or more guys going to tag team a slut there was pretty common and the taxi driver knew it. "Once inside, give me the layout of the room. Chair on left, bed on left in eight feet, dresser on right 10 feet. Stuff like that" he said as we walked up to room 107 and knocked. The door opened and a guy was standing there in just a pair of white boxers. He was skinny. Even skinnier than Owen. Ribs showing skinny. While he might have been two inches taller than Owen (three with the thick, dark, curly hair) he was probably the same weight and maybe less. He had a couple poorly done tattoos on his arms and a large, nicer one across his chest saying "No Fear" in Gothic script. It seemed appropriate since he didn't appear to be nervous at all. Excited or eager, but not nervous. I whispered to Owen the room layout and he moved over to the edge of the bed. "You really toxic?" the bottom asked almost as soon as the door shut. "Yeah, converted a week and a half ago so I should have a high viral load" Owen said and I nodded. The chaser grinned and I think his boxers tented before he then said "Shit... you really are blind. That's fuckin' twisted." "Why? I'm not different than any other gay guy other than I can't see. Now, do you want get bred or not?" Owen said. After a quick discussion I had the bottom's phone in my hand to record the event. Owen pushed his sweats down and stepped out of them while the bottom pulled his boxers off and climbed on the bed. Owen looked a lot more comfortable than I expected and after some spit and his fingers roughly prepped the bottom, Owen shoved his stiff shaft in. The cry from the bottom didn't deter him and he plowed the hole like an experienced top. A few screams came out of the bottom when Owen fucked even harder. My dick was hard the whole time, snaking down my shorts with a constant drip running down my leg. Owen looked like he was having fun and even made the skinny guy beg for the first charged load. Owen fucked the chaser doggy style most of the time, standing on the floor with the bottom's ass over the edge to start and ending with the bottom flat on the bed, drilling him hard and making the skinny guy whimper. He pumped two loads into the chaser in the hour plus that we were there and both looked exhausted. "Sorry, I can't do a third time... My ass is on fire" the bottom said painfully. The video and pictures told how much damage Owen had done and the pink jizz oozing out of the bottom's hole confirmed it. While we waited outside for the taxi to show up, Owen asked "Do you think that did it or am I going to have to do him ten times like you did to me?" I laughed before saying "No way to tell. I probably could have stopped after the first couple times, but I like fucking you too much" and grabbing his ass. A few moments later I told him "You really trashed his hole though, so this might do it. I doubt he'll be taking any dick for a few days." "He said he wanted it rough. Some of the stories I read said to dig my fingernails in to make him bleed so the virus can get inside him easier" he explained. "It'll take a couple weeks before he'll know. But now you know what it feels like" I said. A few seconds later he said "I'm glad you didn't stop. I like when you fuck me and you never hesitate to cum inside me like a lot of guys. I never thought I'd find a guy that was willing to infect me, though. Maybe I'd get one of the regular STDs sometime, but I expected that getting pozzed would stay a fantasy. Thanks." Just as the car pulled up, Owen said "I think I prefer to just keep fucking a guy like you did with me. Moans are far sexier than cries of pain." We went back to his dorm and since my balls were still full, I was on top of him a couple seconds after the door was latched. I was too horny for any foreplay so as soon as I could get his sweatpants down I had three gobs of spit on his hole and a leaking dick trying to force it's way in. "Oh fuck yeah... shove that poz dick into me" Owen growled out while my shaft sank into his ass. I paused a moment once I was over half way in and tugged my tee shirt off, tossing it by my shorts that were near the door. A quick pull and his was off too before I bent over and resumed forcing my cock further into his hole. My chest was laying on his back with my dick fully planted inside him. "You really got into breeding that neg guy, didn't you? Did it feel good trying to knock him up?" I asked. I didn't really give him time to answer before my hips were thrusting in. When I fucked him before, I always started slow and worked up to a hard fuck since that's what he said he liked when we first met. This was like I usually fucked with other guys when I was really horny. "Yeah... It felt fucking great... Going to own his ass forever... Just like you own mine... Ugh... Harder!" he grunted out between each shove I gave him. My hands were on top of his, holding him down and keeping him in position. He began to push his ass up and milk my cock until my cock began to throb. The throbs turned into strong pulses with spurts of cum flooding his ass once again. We both moaned loudly and I laid on top of him until my cock softened. I rolled off and laid next to him, watching him roll on to his back. "That was the hottest fuck yet. I loved how you just fucked me without being gentle in the beginning. It's how I imagine most cum dumps get used. I have a way to go though" Owen said. "Good to know" I said, grinning. A few moments later I added "I don't know if you're interested, but... I'm going to a sex party this weekend if you want to go with me. It's a no-loads-refused party and you can show off that greedy little ass of yours. Maybe even breed a guy or two" I said. His cock twitched a few times and he nodded his head 'yes'. We got there early and stripped at the door like host told us to. We put our clothes in a bag and wandered in, grabbing a drink and finding a spot to peruse the other guests. The crowd slowly got bigger and I was describing the guys to Owen as we sipped on our drinks. It was a mix of guys with a handful of college guys like us and the rest were mid-twenties to fifties. "I think I'm just going to bottom tonight. Hopefully I can get more poz cum inside me" Owen whispered to me. Once the crowd got settled and the alcohol had killed most of everyone's inhibitions, I knew the real fun was about to start. "I think it's time to stake out a bed" I told him and we wandered down the hall to the bedrooms. The first room already had a bottom hogging the middle of the bed, but the second room was empty. He took the head of the bed and I took the foot, our bare asses facing the door. It only took a few minutes and I heard "Oh fuck yeah... two holes, no waiting." That was the start of a continuous line of horny guys using us. After the fourth load, I got up to find my own hole to breed. I told Owen that I would be back to check on him later and the tall 30-something bear fucking him said "Don't hurry. I got a few buds that need to tap this sweet ass. We'll have him knocked up by morning." The comment made me smile and I wandered out of the room knowing that Owen was going to get his wish. I wandered around, leaving a trail of cum wherever I walked and fucked a few guys, one other college guy and one that looked to be a tall guy in his mid-thirties. Both got their first, albeit small, poz loads of the night. One totally shaved twink was bent over the couch in the living room taking dick. I walked up and when the current top pulled out I took his place. Immediately, I had this huge hand on my shoulder. "Careful there, boy. That cunt is full of some nasty seed. We're gonna get him pregnant tonight. I doubt those four loads have done their job yet" a deep gravelly voice said. I smiled and shoved my stiff cock into the sloppy hole. As I fucked I noticed the marks on the back of the twink. Two neg and eight poz hash marks kept track of what was inside and in a puddle below the twink's ass. I drilled him for several minutes and noticed a few guys were waiting their turn. My grunt preceded a big load getting pumped in. I added my mark to make it nine, getting a huge grin from the big guy that warned me earlier. "No meds" I whispered to him as I made room for the next guy. He had a six inch biohazard tattoo on his upper back and I wondered whether it was better to show my status like that or not. After another tour of the apartment, I made it back to the bedroom and found Owen fucking a thin, gray haired, middle aged otter. A minute later he unloaded to the encouragement of the tall bear that had fucked him earlier. "Yeah, shoot your last neg load into Harry!" I smiled, wondering if Harry cared that the "neg" load he got was anything but bug free. "Good job" I told Owen as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, guiding him back toward the door. It was just past 2AM and we had been there for almost five hours. "Thanks! Hope you enjoyed it as much as we did" the bear told us and the bear's friends all agreed. As we pulled our clothes on I noticed the tally marks on Owen's back. "Hmm, four, two and seven. I think that means you can truly call yourself a cum dump now" I told him. He was confused and I explained "four neg loads, two unknown, and seven poz loads got fucked into your hole tonight." I crashed in his room that night and both of us slept soundly. It was a little strange sharing a twin bed with him, but we were spooned the whole night with my arm around him, holding him close. In the morning I was going to help him wash the marker off his back. We shared a shower, getting a chuckle from the other guy that was drying off nearby. "No... leave it there. I want people to see it" he said when I told him I was going to wash the marks off his back. "I always dreamed of doing something like that. Thanks for inviting me" he told me before he added "Now lean against the wall, I want to give you my last neg load" with a sinister laugh. After the shower, he wanted me to get a picture of his back with the tally marks. When we started to dress, he asked me to pick out a tank top that would let people see what a slut he'd been the night before and I found a stringer tank that exposed most of his shoulders. "You might want to get something more permanent" I said and told him about the guy at the party with the biohazard tattoo on his back. He didn't reply, but I could tell he was thinking about it. I wondered how many people would understand the visible marks on his back as he walked around the rest of the day or two. I would have hung around, but I had a hookup with a hung poz guy that afternoon. Owen's profile had changed with the pictures I had suggested along with three hidden pics too, one was the picture of his back from the party. I liked the new phrase he put in the description "versatile, into risky play" yet he still had 'ask me' as his status to leave it ambiguous. I stumbled on another profile he set up that was more blatant about what he wanted. The picture of his freshly bred hole had the text "Newly poz. Looking 4 neg btms and viral tops." We continued to fuck, usually flipping, but it was back to once a week. He was proud of how active he had gotten, keeping busy with other guys both as a top and bottom. Two or three other hookups a week now seemed to be his norm. Owen would tell me how much dick he'd taken or given since our last meeting and wanted to know about my hookups too. A month or so later I asked Owen if he'd heard back from his first chaser. "One fuck is all it took. He wasn't ready for the conversion, though. He bitched like crazy for over a week. The other two were all excited, just like I was. I'm still waiting to hear on three others. Now... give me another poz load, Jeff" he said pulling his legs back.
    22 points
  32. Was checking out the apps barely an hour ago after I had a lovely bath.... I'd douched my hole this afternoon but no takers..... I'd planned to sleep after bath as I've early rise tomorrow. A message arrived saying "address - I want to come breed you - quickie".... So I checked his profile..... Fit 23yr old student, top, into bareback.... and 5 mins walk away...... So I thought WHY NOT.... Quickly lubed my hole, unlocked door and sent him address with details..... He replied on his way.... I put lights out and assumed face down ass up position. In less than 2 mins after that I heard door open and heard him come into bedroom and drop his trousers. He immediately found my hole with his hard cock and pushed all the way in letting out a moan... Then started pounding me hard and fast.... Took him 2 mins to squirt his spunk in me. I'm so glad I've universities nearby. He asked to come round again tomorrow Tuesday but I'm busy so we agreed Wednesday..... He said thankyou for me letting him come round.... He wiped up in dark, zipped up n left. I'm now of to sleep leaving his cum inside me all night.... I'm loving the smell of his spunk around my hole. Roll on wednesday..... I'm old enough to be his daddy.
    22 points
  33. Part 5 I froze for just a few seconds. It was finally out. He had said it clearly. I was confused. I had been extremely attracted to this guy for years, he had gotten me super horny, and awakened something in me. I just answered -“Yes, Sir! I want your poz dick inside me!” There we were. -“Good boy” he just said. -“I’ll leave you with this”, he added, sending me a link to a video on a site I didn’t know yet: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/27218/pozitive/ I clicked on the link and there it was. The fantasy I had never known I had being played right before my eyes. A beefy and hairy top, verbal domination with a deep voice. And the strong will to share his DNA with that lucky bottom. I watched it maybe fifty times, constantly sniffing poppers, and jerking frantically until my dick hurt. That video was an illumination for me. It turned me on so much but I was still scared of following that new instinct. In the following weeks, I not only kept coming back to the video, but I also started looking for more videos like this one. “Poz”, “pozzing”, “toxic”, “verbal”, etc. All the key words I could think about. I would spend hours searching and created quite an impressive collection. I had no idea the Internet was so full of those. I even skipped hitting the bathhouse a few times because I preferred looking for poz videos instead. I kept hooking up a lot, but I knew there was something missing. I started avoiding guys who displayed “Neg+PrEp”. I would even completely avoid the conversation on status, afraid they would tell me they were on PrEp. I was fine just not knowing at this point. I also kept hitting all the sleaziest places I could find. My guy from the West Coast was also encouraging me by sharing all the pozzing videos he could and telling that it would be “how he would take care of me”. Fast forward a few years. While on another trip in Paris, I found a bar called “Le Next” in the 1st arrondissement, a place with a pretty big darkroom in the basement. I had been on a European tour for two weeks, jumping from planes to meetings with no time to breathe at all. I had displayed my very serious and professional self for the entire time. I don’t think that by just looking at me, talking to me or even knowing me in every day life anyone could really understand how much of a twisted pig I could become. Paris was the last leg of my trip and I had finally wrapped up my last meeting. It was Friday and I was only flying out on Sunday. I ditched my colleagues before dinner with a clear purpose in mind. I wanted to get bred that night. I arrived at the bar around 11pm. Looking at me in a somewhat puzzled way, the receptionist proceeded to inform me it was an LGBT space and that I was to expect some sexual action. Did I look that innocent? I told him was ready for that - oh boy, was I.
    22 points
  34. Was at Blatino Oasis in Palm Springs a couple of weekends ago. One of their events was held at Trunk’s Bar. Place was packed and I had a fun time chatting with a guy newly moved from LA. He offered to buy me drink number three and I don’t know what the hell happened but boy did that drink hit me! Both of us got vodka cranberries and when I saw him the next day he said that it was mainly vodka that the bartender poured in. After the bar closed I intended on going to the after hours party at CCBC. I was so fucked up but somehow I managed to get there. I stripped to my jockstrap and walked down to the dark rooms. I got in position on one of the fuck benches and literally passed out. Sometime afterwards, I woke up to find a dick being shoved up my ass. I maintained my position and couldn’t even raise my head to see who was fucking me. I have no idea what they look like or even the size of the cock. I passed in and out of stupor. This happened several times over the next couple of hours where I’d come to and find a dick was pounding my hole. Finally I was able to rouse myself to get back to the hotel. I walked out of the dark room only to discover the sun is shining and it’s 6:30 in the morning. My ass is squishy and come is dripping down my leg. I’ve thought about that night several times and I find I am completely turned on to think that I was used as a cumdump whore and my hole was there for any top to use while I was passed out.
    21 points
  35. Chapter 11 I woke with a pounding head . Damn tequila! Enticing as Luke’s cock was next to me , I wanted to get home , take some aspirin for my head and sleep some more. Once home I showered, had some aspirin and went back to bed. I woke some time later and felt no better. My throat was sore, my head was pounding still and if anything I was feeling worse. I stayed in bed, vowing to never have tequila again. I dosed myself up and just rested, not really hungry knowing the next day I would be hangover free. However the next day I didn’t feel any better,again I felt worse. My glands were up, and My mouth was dry, and I was a touch feverish. Aspirin wasn’t doing much but it was better than nothing. Sally had rung me and I told her that I was still a bit hungover and not feeling great. I said I would let her know when I was feeling better. Then something struck me. I googled symptoms of hiv and I just stared at the screen. Tick tick tick. A cold fear overtook me. Shit , it was a hangover right? In a bit of a panic I rang Gino, he was a medic after all. I explained about the drinking, and how I was feeling. He paused, and asked what I was doing. I explained I was lying on my bed. ‘Naked?’ He asked. ‘Yes’ I replied. ‘Good. You are likely to be seroconverting, there is nothing you can do except embrace what is happening to you. It turns me on to see guys becoming poz and their life changing. That is happening to you. I want you to set up your iPad on record, and start wanking for me. I want you to video yourself playing with your cock and cumming. I want you to record your last neg load, whilst you are telling me what you are thinking. ‘ ‘fuck’ I thought. My cock got immediately hard as I set up my iPad on record. I was wanking and thinking of Gino’s cock. ‘What are you thinking? ‘ Gino asked. ‘Your cock ‘I replied. ‘My poz cock?’ Gino whispered. ‘Yes, your poz cock, I love it, I want more of it’ ‘ I only date poz guys’ Gino said’ especially if they’re not on meds’ I was rock hard now and turned on ‘God I hope I’m becoming poz for you’ I panted. What was I saying, all I could think of was Gino’s gorgeous cock and his tattoo . ‘Fuck, I’m cumming Gino’ I came , shooting my cum up my belly’ ‘Good boy’ he said. Send me that video, and make an appointment at the end of the week’ . My headache kicked back in, and reality did. This was where I had been sliding, even though I never thought it would happen to me. I wasn’t great for the next couple of days before gradually improving. I had made an appointment with Gino on the following Friday. After all it could have just been a bit of a bug, I tried to convince myself. I entered Gino’s room at the clinic, and there was a younger medic in there , also in scrubs. His face was vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t immediately place it. ‘This is Archie, he is a trainee. Is it ok if he sits in? ‘ Gino asked. I nodded. Then it clicked. Archie was the twink I had fucked in the sauna. So he was also gay. ‘So you have been having unprotected sex with other men whose status you don’t know?’Gino asked. ‘Actually some were poz I think’ I replied. ‘We need to test for hiv’ Gino said formally. Gino took some blood explaining he had to do a formal test. He said he would do a quick finger prick test as well though that wouldn’t be definitive. I waited for half an hour in reception before being called in again by Gino. ‘ ’well I have some good news for you, although it’s not official’ Gino announced. ‘Phew ‘ I thought ‘I’ve dodged a bullet , I’m still neg’ ‘it is looking like you are hiv positive’ Gino announced. ‘. Congratulations, You are where you naturally wanted to be’ my mind was on delay. ‘ you will have an increasingly viral load for six months. You don’t have to start meds yet, you can let the virus build in you for a while but you will likely pass on the virus if you have unprotected sex with anyone. ‘ ‘Positive? I’m poz? ‘ I replied. ‘Yes, more than likely’ Gino said. ‘Do you want to stay off meds for a while, and enjoy your status?’ I remembered what he said when I was wanking. ‘Yes’ I responded. ‘ ‘Good man’. Archie then asked ‘Why is it good news that he is positive?’ ‘Because some gay men, like Neil here, are sub bottoms who will just take cock and cum, and becoming positive is a rite of passage. They secretly want it. Don’t you Neil?’ I was on the spot but knew my natural reply. ‘Yes’ ‘Neil, I will contact you in a few days when the full results are back, but in the meantime don’t do anything I wouldn’t do’ I stood up as Gino and Archie did. I glanced at Archie. He was definitely sporting an erection in his scrubs. I looked at him and he blushed. He may have recognised me, but he was turned on, hopefully by our poz talk. There may be something there in the future I thought. I left the surgery, walked into the sunshine, knowing almost certainly that I had the bug, and was hiv positive. I felt my cock stiffening. To be continued……………
    21 points
  36. I laid there processing what just happened, feeling cum and lube sliding down my left thigh. I heard the shower turn on. It was all I could do to take Ted's dick but thinking about it a minute later got my dick rock hard. Fuck. I didn't want to admit that his cumming in me bare was the hottest part of it. I thought about jerking off--fuck it, right? but then I thought about Sarah. What the fuck was I gonna do? The shower stopped. I looked at my phone. 4 messages from Sarah. Then another. I couldn't go back to the room like this. Sweat, lube, cum, smoke and Ted's cologne. I looked at the messages. Kinda apologetic then increasingly demanding about where I was. Fuck, I'd been ignoring her for an hour. "Sorry babe, didn't realize my phone was on silent and just saw these. I'm just bumming around the casino floor." "please come up. i owe you something " "don't worry about it babe! i know you're good for it tomorrow. just get some rest. i'll be up soon. i'm just messing around with some slots." Ted entered the room wearing just a towel. "come up now. i miss you" suddenly Ted snatched the phone from me. "Ted! quit give it back!" Ted played keepaway, narrating as he typed and sent, "babe, im getting lucky! i gotta let this ride." I glared at Ted who tossed my phone on the room's lounge chair. He looked at my cock, still standing straight up, and sat me down on the bed. He pushed my legs apart wide and took my dick all the way into his mouth. "jesus fucking christ" I exhaled. Try as I might, I didn't last a minute. He pulled his mouth off me and jerked the rest of my load onto my stomach where it formed a giant pool. Ted laughed, "Guess you needed that." I was deeply uncomfortable, practically panicked in my post-nut frame of mind. "Uh yeah" I laughed nervously, as I weirdly twisted trying to keep my semen from running onto the bedspread that was already a mess of cum and lube. "Can I take a quick shower?" "Sure after you take another load." His dick was so thick, purple and pulsing. I couldn't believe he could go again so quick. "Viagra" he answered my facial expression. "Listen I know that I came up here with you..." "... And consented to unprotected sex with me." "And, well, and that, but I don't consent to anything more." "What are you gonna call the authorities? How is that conversation going to go? 'im here with my wife who I left passed out in our hotel room. I then met at man in the casino, went up to his room and let him fuck my ass bare after asking, you're clean right. Then I got a blowjob and busted all over myself. But then he took advantage of me." I looked horrified but said nothing. Ted waited 2 beats and laughed, "c'mon man, I'm just messing with you." I still said nothing. Ted started rubbing his cock "but wouldn't it be more fun for me to finish turning you out?" I flushed. Ted put my hand on his cock. "I've known a lot of sluts but I've never seen someone so hungry for a load in the ass." I took Ted's penis into my mouth for the first time. "That's it baby, embrace your destiny." I tried to slurp him deep and immediately gagged. Jesus he was too big. Ted took the opportunity to flip me back over and slide his cock all the way into my lubed and sloppy asshole. "Fuuuuuck go slow go slow go slow please." Just then I heard the electronic bolt throw and the door swing open.
    21 points
  37. He fell down on top of me exhausted, his sweat dripping mixing with my cum. He spit out “that’s a good boy” as he thrust his hips deeper and held me forcibly in place. Did he say second load? This just might have been the fuck of my life but I didn’t consent to no condoms, nor one let alone two loads. Before he got off me the terror set in and the prayers started. “God what did I do. Please let me be ok. Let him be negative. Let this be safe.” But I was also aware I needed to be cool, appreciative and thankful. Every Top, and especially every Alpha deserved respect — and a man this ripped and powerful deserved it four times over. As he lay there breathing heavy and sweating from his tight muscled frame I thought “that was amazing” and “I wonder if he’ll fuck me again.” Eventually he got up, grabbed a towel, pulled out and pressed the towel onto my hole. “Want a water?” he said as he turned and struted out of the room. When he quickly returned I was sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning up. He threw me a water bottle and said “I’ve got to shower, you’ve got to go” and he kicked my jeans on the floor closer to my feet. His dick leaked a drop of precum as he guzzled his water. In the time he was done with it I was dressed on my knees and milking his dick. No eye contact since he bred me he stood me up, and walked me to the living room. I grabbed my shoes by the door and sat on his couch to tie them. That is when I saw it — in slow motion I noticed on his glass coffee table were three issues of P-O-Z magazine. I froze, my stomach dropped and blood drained from my face. I could hardly think or move. I looked up — and with solid eye contact he said “I’ll need that ass again Saturday.” He turned opened the door wide and said “see ya kid.” Dizzy I took a step into the hall, I tried to look back at him as the door closed and light shut off. I never got his name. As I walked in the dark leaking cum, I wondered “how did I just get a strangers Poz load up my ass?” And “am I going to again on Saturday?”
    21 points
  38. Before the main event, here's some necessary background. Tyler Evans Jr, known as TJ and Matt Williams, known as MJ are lifelong friends who share a birthday. Growing up next door to each other, their dads are also friends. MJ was born prematurely, in the seventh month and his mom died in childbirth. TJ was full term and born exactly an hour later. TJ's mom ran off with a truck driver when he was 2 years old. Matt and Tyler, the elders are college friends and partners in a construction company. Today is their 18th birthday and the 2 of them have something special planned. While TJ is black and MJ white, they'd always considered themselves to be brothers and they never spent a day apart. Matt Sr came down to the kitchen, surprised to see that his son was already awake and had breakfast on the table. Both dressed only in boxers and wifebeaters, it was always casual attire at this hour. "Happy 18th Birthday, my young man! What are your plans for today?" He gave his son a chaste kiss on his forehead. MJ had grown into quite an attractive man, he'd inherited his late mother's bright red hair, but he was otherwise his father's son, 6' tall and toned with a hairy chest, a trim moustache and from what he could see, an ample package. "I think a proper kiss is in order!" MJ exclaimed, surprising his dad by pulling his face close and parting his lips. Though shocked, his dad responded and they kissed passionately for a minute. Pulling back, he said, "TJ and I have the same things planned. As a matter of fact, he and Uncle Ty are most likely doing just what we are right now. You see, we've known about you and Uncle Ty for quite some time. Don't worry, if we weren't fine with it, I wouldn't have kissed you like that, but I've wanted this for the longest time." Taken aback and yet relieved Matt Sr heaved a sigh. "How did you find out? How long have you known? How much do you know? Why did you wait until now to tell me this? Are you and TJ both fine with having gay dads?" "Since we never saw you dating any women, but you guys were out every night, we decided to get on our bikes and follow you, we were 14 at the time. Your red truck is hardly inconspicuous and when we saw it parked at B&S Tavern with the rainbow flag, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. I'd known for sure I'm gay since I was 10, but it wasn't until that night that I told TJ. He came out to me and we had our first kiss. I think we know every dirty detail and dirty isn't bad. If you remember, it was about that time I wanted to work for the CIA as an agent. Thanks to your generous allowance, I was able to buy tiny cameras which I put all over the house and we've seen everything! There was no need for us to buy porn when we had 2 hot studs enjoying each other and the occasional other men!" Next door, at the Evans house, the conversation went like this. "So you see, dad, MJ and I have known for quite some time and you have our approval as well as our blessings! Today, I'm officially a man and I want to be kissed like one!" He pulled his father's face to his and they kissed deeply. "Maybe it's wrong to speak ill of the woman who gave birth to you, but I'm glad you're nothing like her" Ty said. "From the day you were born, you were the image of me and as amazing as that is, I'm proud of the sweet, smart man you've grown into. If you don't mind me saying so, you and MJ are both sexy! Breakfast is gonna get cold. Let's eat!" Back at the Williams residence, MJ had just loaded the dishwasher when he got a text from TJ, 'Dishwasher loaded, do you want us there?' He replied, 'As soon as you can and don't bother getting dressed, just use the gate!' To be continued? Feedback appreciated.
    20 points
  39. Short but sweet encounter. Friend of mine is getting married and rented out a small 12 unit motel in Palm Springs for the weekend. 3 of the units were not used as there were a number of couples sharing a room. The whole property was unlocked for us to use, one of the empty rooms had a full fridge that we used as our shared beer and liquor kitchen. Every room had the standard bed in the main room, a closet, and bathroom. Each bathroom had a back door that gave access to a small patio with chairs to hang or smoke, and you could access everyone else's back door. Sure enough after raging and partying - it was about 3:30am with most people passed out (including my husband)... I went in the back of my room to light up some 420 in my robe and one of the married straight guys wandered over after sniffing it. I offered him some, and we sat around making small talk. He complimented my legs and was a little drunk and flirty. So I pretended to accidentally to expose my now semi hard cock, and he stopped, starred, and immediately started sucking on it. It was hot but it was getting a little noisy, so I told him let's sneak into one of the empty units. We fooled around and after some mutual sucking, we jerked off together and shot on each others chests. The next day he was a little weird (as if I'm going to expose him to his pregnant wife). After he realized I was playing it cool - he found excuses to rub past me when no one was looking and eventually be alone with me in the shared kitchen and ask if we're going to smoke again tonight. I said, let's see if I can stay up. Sure enough later that night, we met up in the same room - but this time I was douched and he nervously got it in and started to fuck me when the door opened. It was another drunken bachelor who was like woah woahhhhhhh. We were both a little worried he would sound the alarm, but he closed the door and asked why we didn't invite him. I got fucked by two horned up, drunken married bachelors, then went back to sleep in bed with my husband. Can't wait to run into them at the wedding later this year.
    20 points
  40. I lived in Africa 3 years back in the 80's, yes there are infectious agents that many other places are not familiar with. Similar things happened with the European invasion of the world where disease was spread to populations with no immune resistance. It is not about "welfare". The ease of travel today exposes all peoples to infectious agents. Pointing blame is silly and misguided at the least, including Covid.
    20 points
  41. I have previously in my travels had sex with guys that speak no English and I never spoke their language - but I have always found fuck, cock and seed are international and like music, have no ethnic boundaries. I live nearby a park which is a good cruise area especially in the warmer weather. The area of Sydney I live in is very heavily populated with a Muslims, Hindus, Seikhs and Asian people, making us the great melting pot Australia is. Last Thursday afternoon I decided to cruise the park on dusk as it is usually dead of a day and came across this guy who actually had his cock out of his jeans and was stroking it. I knew he needed my help immediately. He looked late 40's early 50's but what a beautiful thick cut cock he had. I immediately moved his hand, replaced it with mine for a second and then bent down to give it a kiss and then some nice head. I was surprised when he started to work his hand down the back of my track pants and started rubbing my arse - I always freeball when cruising. I wanted that cock in me so bad and immediately stood up and to my surprise he kissed me and said "fuck you" in a very thick accent, which I later found out was Assyrian. I wanted to take him home - about half a kilometre and take that cock uninhibitedly. I kept kneading his cock and explained to come to my place. He sort of understood, but I gestured for him to follow and he did. I walked to my car and gestured for him to get in - he pointed to where his car was parked and after much toing and froing I I parked next to his car and again gestured to follow. He finally got the drift and I got him home. What a fuck he was? He was gesturing for lube for his cock and I just went down on it and told him that putting lube on such a beautiful thick cock was a sin as i was wanted to feel it rip me in half. I think he was surprised how easy he got into me missionary. I grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled hard, letting him know I wanted it all in and right then. He bred me twice, and both times he made load groans as he emptied his balls into me. He looked surprised when I cleaned his cock and balls after round two. We swapped phone numbers and told him to come anytime. To my surprise he texted me in Arabic on Monday night. I had no idea what it said - but within half an hour he was on te door and I got two more beautiful serves of cock and seed. Can't wait for him to breed me again.
    20 points
  42. The evidence was building. Three guys claiming I had pozed them. I was pretty sure I was carrying it but I had no intention of getting tested. 'Don't know, don't care' continued to seem my best answer for the hookup apps. I considered changing it to 'not sure, problem poz' but decided to leave it for now. Over the next three weeks four guys hit me up to flip fuck. Two worked out and we pumped loads deep into each other. They both messaged me within three weeks to tell me, "It took. Got fuck flu and tested positive. Thanks guy!" All this attention really kept me horny and the next nice day I found myself at the cruising woods. I'd collected three ass loads when I noticed my ultimate fuck mate. Six feet tall, olive skin, black thick body hair, head and chest, classic handsome face. He was only wearing sandals and a khaki cargo shorts . I knew he was commando, I'd seen him drop the shorts to collect two loads. I caught and held his eyes as the second guy dumped in him. He just nodded in a way that told me to just slide in and take the other guys place when he was done. I started by eating his cummy ass, fetching some of the loads and snowballing to him. His million dollar smile let me know I had his piggy number. My raw cock slipped in very easily and we soon established a great rythm. As I was gaining momentum I remembered my possible poz status. This was my first anonymous non app hookup since suspecting I was not only poz but probably highly toxic. My raw cock and precum were already inside him. Did I need to warn him? At lightning speed I determined it was his responsibility to ask; or, protect his ass with Prep if he was going to offer it up for raw cock. I picked up my pounding speed. He groaned his approval and began to egg me on. "Breed me man. I need your fucking hot load up my ass." It was not long 'til I was fulfilling his wish and flooding him with my likely poz load. When he finished cleaning my cock he said "Hey Thanks bud, I so fuckin needed that!" "You are most welcome. " my enthusiastic reply. Him; "Little late, but do you mind if I ask your status. " Me "Single" "Yeah, I expected so, but no, your HIV status. " "Awe, yeah, I'd say you're late with that question. What are you hoping I will say?" "Well I'm not on Prep, and I've got a boyfriend who doesn't know I'm out here, so I'm hoping if you're poz your on meds and undetectable." Me "Honestly I don't know, have never been tested. But five guys swear I've pozed them, and I've taken a thousand loads where you've just taken mine and never asked any questions. " "Fuck man, no. You shit head. Why would you breed me if you suspect you're poz and toxic? "Four of the guys begged me to knock them up. " "Well I sure as fuckin hell didn't. You had no right." " You have no fuckin right to accuse me. Mines not the first load you've taken today without asking. That's on you fag." "You're an asshole being out here knocking unsuspecting guys up. A fuckin asshole!" "Sounds to me like you want another of my likely poz loads." "Are you crazy? What the fuck man?" "You could have left long ago and you're still here claiming to be pissed off. I think you want this again. " I shook my hardon at him. "You would wouldn't you? You'd pump another poison load into me if I let you? Right?" "Right. You want it? I'll give it to you. " "Why would I want your fuckin toxic load?" "Because you already got one. And I gave a great fuck. So how could another hurt?You know you want to ride my raw cock again and feel me blast inside. " "No I don't. " he lied as he bent over and leaned against a tree trunk offering his ass. I just shoved my full length balls deep. "Argh, I said no man. Don't fuckin fuck my ass with your poz dick. " he was riding back on me every bit as much as I was giving it to him. "Pull it out. I said no." His body was actively involved no matter what his words said. "Don't you dare breed me with your filthy seed man. Don't cum in me. " He was vigorously wanking himself. "Fuck me 'til I cum man, I'm so fuckin close. ...... Yeah, that's it .... I'm cumming, yeah, fuck! His ass convulsions were the last straw to trigger me; "Oh yeah,...that's what you wanted, another load of toxic cum from me." "Damn, you fuck too good. I had to have it again. Besides your's might not have been the first poz load planted in me tonight. " "It's time for you to return the favor ass hole." I took his place at the tree and bent to offer my ass. He fucked me relentlessly for 20 minutes. Long enough for an audience of four guys of various ages, races and body types to have gathered. They all had their peckers out stroking. I don't know how he managed it but the first of the onlookers to cum shot it onto the cock fucking me. My fucker came as he pushed the other guys cum into me. In quick succession the other three guys mounted, pumped and loaded me. As I rose from the last I said to my combative confused fuck mate. "That's how it's done. Once you convert, you just take loads wherever offered. Don't ask, don't tell. Don't know, don't care. "
    19 points
  43. Sorry it has been so long, I was very busy and was transferred to another unit for bit, but I am back. As I am typing this, my butt plug is holding 5 loads of AIDS sperm in my ass. OK, to try to update my stories, while back on my unit of Aids patients, and doing my rotations of bathing and sheet changing, I go into the next room of a patient, or is in hospice care now, and really skinny. He gets most of his meals through a feeding tube because he doesn't feel the need to eat, and figures, he has nothing to live for. So I greet him and introduce myself to him. He is friendly to me and enjoys the conversations and my bathing him and cleaning him up. I even shaved him and he really appreciated that. When I was washing his cock and balls, I spent some extra time there to make sure he was well washed and soaped up to get him to stir a little. He commented that I was really gentle and enjoyed my touch, and then apologized that he had stirred a little but said it was because he hadn't had sex in 3 years. OMG...really I said, and I told him he must have cobwebs in his balls. He chuckled and said I was probably right. He said he used to be pretty active on the gay scene in his younger days....he is 45, and I told him, since I cleaned him up, I would have played with him any day. He explained that he was AIDS and nobody would come close to him. I out my hand back onto his cock and slowly fondled him as we chatted. I pulled the curtain and closed the door and pulled my chair next to him and continued to fondle him as we chatted. We talked about his early days and where he would play. During our conversation, I could tell he was getting aroused since he beginning to get hard. He said that hadn't happened in a few years. I commented that it looks like his equipment still works. I asked him if he was a top or a bottom and he said he did both, but always prefered to be a top. I told him I was definitely a bottom, and he was shocked that I was even gay. I told him it was a shield I put up so I could work in the unit. I asked if would mind if I pull back the sheet some as we talk and since he was getting hard, and he agreed. As we chatted, I started to stare at his growing cock and it was obviouly turning me on too since he was about 10" now. With my hand holding it at it base, I saw he had precum beginning to run down the shaft, I stood up and put him into my mouth. He moaned as I try to take him deep into my mouth. After about 30 seconds of sucking him, I pulled off and looked him in the eyes. He said.."Wow, that feel really good" and he said he could feel he could cum if I did that for about another 15 seconds. I asked him if he thought he could fuck me? He said he thought so, but what do we do about his toxic seed? I told him to let me worry about that. I swung his legs around the edge of the bed and pulled him up. I lowered my scrub pants and before I turned around, I kissed him open mouth and shoved my tongue into his mouth to kiss him deeply. His cock was hard, and his precum was flowing, I guided him to my ass and it was lubricated by his precum and he slid into me. HE wrapped his arms around me and began pumping me and fucking me deep. He said he was going to cum, and I told him to push into me deep and plant his seeds in me. He erupted eep into me and I felt 12 - 14 jets of his cum hit the insides of my guts. Then he stayed in me until another 5-6 twitches of his cock spasmed in me. When he pulled out, a teaspoon glob of his sperm dropped into my scrub pants. I turn around slowly to keep squeezing my ass together, I knew I had a big load in me, His knees were weak so I helped him back in bed. Before I pulled my scrub pants up, I saw the wetness of his shiny shrinking cock, so I put it back into my mouth to clean him off. He was weak and needed a nap, so I reached into my equipment bad I carry on my rounds, and pulled out my butt plug and pushed it up into my ass. He watched and he was stating to get hard again. I told him I would be back before my shift ended and let him fuck me again if he wanted to cum in my mouth, he said that would be awesome. I leaned over to give him a quick kiss but he parted his lips and pushed his tongue into my mouth. So I stayed an additional 30 seconds for some passionate open mouth kissing. You would think we were longtime lovers.
    19 points
  44. just now. Sunday morning at 10 am. super hot dude from THIS SITE. I say “super hot”. I didn’t see him. But that dick. and that attitude. FUCK YES. He texted before he got here. I waited in the empty camper in the backyard. I put on a blindfold when I heard him approach, and never took it off or even peeked. He came in. I am waiting with my hard, leaking dick hanging out of my shorts. In no time, his dick is out. Hard as a rock. In my mouth. He’s uncut, but I never read foreskin ‘cause he’s so fucking hard. I told him later that his dick reminded me of my cousin’s, who I started fucking around with at age 12. Perfect mouthful. Perfectly proportioned dickhead. So he has me suck it until he’s leaking. He has me stand up and drop my shorts. FUCK YES (Now I have been 95% top for almost 20 years. I spent the 20 years before as 90% bottom. I know how to take dick, but have not done it in a long time. Never anonymously. Never a bare casual load. I’ve give quite a few, never taken one). I climbed on the bed in the camper, on my knees, ass out over the edge. He stuck his dick in me. I thought I could not take it OUCH. How does it hurt so much at first, and then feel so good later? What a perfect dick. The pain turned to discomfort turned to ambivalent turned to fucking amazing. I have not bottomed in so long. Do I flex my ass? Do I flex my hole? Do I move with the rhythm, or just lie there mostly relaxed and passive, which is what I want from bottoms? His dick is perfect for him rubbing his dick head back and forth across my sphincter Hot He says he’s using me like a condom I am biting my lip, trying not to beg him to cum in me, which is what I want most. I dislike bottoms who prematurely beg for cum. Random dude. Never seen him. He’s ball’s deep in me using his ass for his pleasure . Bare. FUCK YES. He speeds up. His breath does that thing. HE IS SHOOTING INSIDE ME! I haven’t taken a load in my ass in years. Never anon. I have never even seen this stud who just inseminated me with his dna. Shot his wad inside me. Bare. I was such a slut for his dick and load. I did not feel it pulse. As a top, I always hope for my bottoms to feel my dick when it’s ejaculating deep inside him. He slides out though, and I feel my swollen hole, slippery with his nutt I smell some. Fresh cum. FUCK YES. Another first. He spins me around and has me clean his dick. I’ve never done atm from the bottom end. Damn that dick just gave me a load. Of course I put it in my mouth Of course I want any remaining drops. Stud boy (he’s less than half my age) keeps on going. I keep sucking. He lays me face down on the camper mattress. YES PLEASE USE MY HOLE. Amazing to me how I’ve gone from hardcore top to bottom!! i don’t know what to do though. I want to talk about how hot it is, what he’s doing. But I don’t like verbal bottoms . I want rock back with his motion, but I prefer when bottoms completely relax and let me use them like the sock puppets that are (to get my load). Idk what to do. But he does this hot thing. I love pinning guys down when I fuck them. I’ve held guys by the neck and choked them out a little. I need leverage to fuck hard, and deep. But he did this amazing thing. Me face down. Him on top. His dick fucking my asshole. He wrapped his arms around my head. He held my head in his arms, like he had me. I was gasping for breath with his arms wrapped around my head. HOT literally and mentally I am doing that to the next bottom I fuck!! After a while, he pulls out, flips over onto his back, and pushes my mouth back down on his dick. ATM for the second time. He’s fucked his load in me, bruised my ass to make it take, and given his cock a slippery coating of his own frothy cum. I devoured that cock SO HOT where did this slut bottom in me cum from? his perfect size and perfect shape got me into a perfect rhythm HE CAME IN MY MOUTH second load It’s all up in my sinuses. His manspunk is digging in my head looking to breed. DAMN Stud loaded my ass and my head. He said he’d like me to jack off. I haven’t touched my dick so far. I try. I can’t. Cum in my ass. Cum in my head. I am overexcited I have a big dick. It’s been hard and semi hard and engorged and leaking this whole time. Sorry dude. I can truthfully say I’ll masturbate over his later. More than once. I love love love it when bottoms dont cum and say they will masturbate later, thinking of my big dick exploding inside Hot. Heh heh heh You should! And I will . Ass up, masked. He used my ass, came in me twice. I never saw him. Dog, I love being a dirty homosexual.
    19 points
  45. Jamal and Darnel took turns fucking Mark and I for the next hour. It was near 8pm when they had bred us twice a piece and Mark and I had cum each just once. Mark in my mouth and me in my hand. I guess no matter what I do. I am the bottom rung. I am the one that will suck and get fucked. If i cum it will be either by my own hand or by someone fucking me just right. I was OK with that Pozzed Cheerleader 6 Mark and I were thoroughly used and abused by Jamal and Darnel. I laid there in the middle of the living room floor with my ass in the air with the butt plug fitter firmly deep in my used ass. Mark had gone to take a shower while Jamal and Dar went to bed. The lights were unceremoniously turned off on me like I was an afterthought. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and stiff from sleeping on the floor and the room was dark. I made my way to my room making sure my phone was charging. I had a 730 class so i still had a couple of hours to sleep. I used them all. I made it through my 730 class and was walking back through the Union when I got a text asking if I was hungry. I did not recognize the number, but I responded back anyway with a ‘yes’. “Go to the bathroom on the erd floor in the western hall!” a text shot back. I started to reply, but another text shot back instantly with… “Don’t think…Do it” I felt chided, but I climbed two flights of steps and made my way down the main hall to the western hall to the lone mens room there. Once I got there another text came telling me to take the middle stall. I hung my book bag on the door. I dropped my shorts and sat on the toilet and was about to text, “now what”, but before I could. I got a “WAIT…you have a 90 minutes before your next class, remove your plug”. Whoever I was talking to knew what I had been through. I sat patiently for just a few moments. When I heard the outer door of the bathroom squeak open and then the inner door. I knew these restrooms were used for cruising, but I never cruised. Well, I guess until today that is. Whoever just walked in took the stall to my right against the wall, he undid his pants and sat down. I carefully watched from the racquetball seized hole in the partition as he stroked his big black dick to near hardness. When suddenly he shoved his cock through the hole. He spoke, “you the white cocksucker?” I answered by swallowing 5 inches of his hard 8 that came through the hole in the wall. I sucked on his thick prick. He moaned his acceptance of my mouth on his cock. He told me to get it wet cause it was going in my ass soon. I still had not recovered from Saturday or Sunday, but I was not going to argue. I just was unsure of being fucked in a pusblic place. I sucked his massive prick slobbering on it as much as I could when he told me to fuck myself on his black wood cock. I barely hesitated before I spun around and backed myself onto his cock. He let out an audible moan of satisfaction as I took as much of his I possibly could. I bounced back on his meat. His breathing was ragged and I soon felt his cock expand and explode filling my ass with his gooey jizz. I felt his cock spasm 5 or 6 times. My ass felt full, but I knew I was not done yet. My anonymous fucker withdrew his massive prick, adjust his pants and was gone. I never knew his name or saw his face. I clenched to hold his load in me. I pushed the plug back into my cunt to keep from leaking and to keep his hot load deep in my ass. I sat down and wondered what I had got myself into, but did not have to ponder long as the outer door opened and shut, and like clockwork the scenario nearly played out the same, but this time. There was no “get to know ya”. This nameless, faceless prick, but equally as large dong but more brown slipped through the gloryhole. I just spun on the toilet seat and started sucking like it was my job. I could hear him moan his approval over the stall wall. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled out of the hole and dropped down. Shoved his thick Mexican dick under the stall and told me to squat on it. I could see the scorpion tat with a “+’ sign right by the stinger. I was pretty sure I knew what that meant, but I no longer cared. I pulled the plug once again from my ass. I was getting good at that, and lowered my white ass onto his massive cock. I hovered on his cock, while he slammed into me from under the stall. He drove his cock as deep as he could into me. I forgot for a moment where I was and let out a loud moan that I thought for sure someone outside would hear. I begged him to cum in me. I wanted his tainted seed deep in my bowels impregnating me. I had sweat dripping off of my forehead as I squatted on this nameless, faceless but seemingly positive cock. I begged him to breed me. When I said” fill me with your poz load papi!” He came like a geyser combined with the last guy’s cum. I leaked like a broken faucet. I could feel my ass dripping on his balls. He told me to clean him up. I quickly plunged the plug back into my cummy asshole and licked his cock and balls clean of my ass and his cum. I did not want anyone to walk in on us like that. I looked at my watch and I still had an hour before my next class and another text message telling me that I had two more guys to service. It was now my duty every Monday, Wednesday and Friday between my first and second class to report to this bathroom and service whomever comes and to do whatever they request. I should dress comfortably and be prepared for 4 to 8 loads a day in the morning alone. I had just enough time to finish reading the text when I looked up to see another dark cock being pushed through the hole. I later learned I was servicing some professors on campus who did favors for the football and basketball teams. I did not care most of them had big cocks and could fuck and none of them asked about status. I was just a willing hole for them. They did not want to know who I was and I did not want to know who they were. If they wanted to be known I would find out soon enough. By the time, my class started that morning. I had serviced 5 cocks3 of them took my ass and two orally. They gave me plenty of time to get cleaned up for class, but I still could feel my ass leaking all afternoon. When I had to go to cheer practice and had to face Jamie and Mark. I could all their eyes on me. Even my now ex-girlfriend. I saw her kissing her new ‘friend’ the starting linebacker for the football team. I hoped he was on George’s list to get this year. More to CUM Love the hot email I have jerked off to you guys as much as you have jerked off to my stories. Joey
    18 points
  46. dude this is so weird cause i was never into butt sex, i always thought it was just for fags.. but ever since my best bro helped me try meth, i noticed my butthole just keeps feeling suddenly wet and kinda looser.. I've known for a minute that this shit might be taking me over and messing up my mind, but as I started reading these messages I've been sending all my buddies, I started to really understand what happened.. dude when I smoke meth, it;'s so fuckin awesome, my butthole even tingles some and i kinda am getting obsessed with it, wanting to tell everybody about how it seems like my butthole is just getting looser and wet, even like, family, I feel like they need to know.. i know it's crazy, but bro meth is so awesome, do you wanna try it? will you show me your butthole if I get you high too, dude, I just fuckin love holes now, not like I'm gay but.. because i can't stop telling people and touching it, like rubbing my butthole's puffy lips and feeling it open up and, i think i need to put stuff inside it, i've never felt this, it's kinda insane - yesterday this football player lookin dude walked by me in the park while i hand my hand in my sweat shorts just touching my butthole. and when he looked at me for some reason i just put my legs up and asked him if he wanted to touch my pig hole too.. fucking crazy dude, but i guess i'm totally an actual fag now cause he just slid his big hard cock right in me and I just moaned, and when he said he was gonna nut in my fuckin butthole I didn't even try to stop him.. so have y'all ever like, heard of this bros? cause now you know i'm a faggot piggy boy, i mean, whoa, i don't know what, oinkkkk, dude, please put your cocks in me too, cum in me, i fucking need it oink.. i was a little worried that maybe id gone too far and this was all just the meth, but dude i fuckin love the meth, i don't think ill stop no matter what it makes me do.. i even started just shoving fat shards up my hole now and the more i'm oinking at dudes the more i just wanted to get higher, and dude, I never realized it but nothing tastes better than slurping on their sweaty buttholes and rubbing them all over my face, I just kinda feel like I have to, i can't believe I just literally suck on their holes for hours and I fuckin just love it so now my piggy faggot butthole is just like dripping constantly and i couldn't stop it, it tastes so good bruh, oink, it gets so slimy, so i tasted it and bro it's so fuckin good i just keep scooping out more, you can try it too, check this out, OINK BRO, fuck yeah, I basically just rub my hole all day and suck the slime off my fingers when i realized i was just letting these random dudes come in my apartment and slide their fucking dicks in me dude constantly, like big fucking cocks and i was so high i just laid there gooned out and thanking them for stretching out my ever looser pig hole, I suddenly realized my whole life was meant for me to turn into this cock-worshipping pig faggot cumdump, and I couldn't stop myself from messaging everyone I knew, even my old frat mates from college, straight and married didn't even matter i didn't realize they'd all been filming me too, breeding my pig faggot hole while oinked mindlessly and begged them to make my hole theirs, until my dad FaceTimed me all concerned and said he needed to talk with me about a video his coworker sent him.. but he hadn't even finished the sentence when i realized i was already on my back actually showing my fuckin dad my puffy sticky pig faggot butthole and begging him to breed me just like all everyone else does - surprisingly he just kinda stared blankly for a moment then got noticeably sweaty as he said he would just come over.. dad probably never really expected his first son to turn into a mindless pervy piggy cumdump for any and all cocks but i could never fucking stop now, now I know i was born to be a total fucking pig faggot and lick dude buttholes all day long, thank Sarah Palin for giving me my true purpose, FUCK YEAH METH BROS - but dad feeling the same way, fuck yeah, oink, I can't believe I hadn't been sliding my hole down the thick fuckin pig dick that made me my whole life, dad was this hot fucking faggot dad too and now I was so proud to give him my hole, fuckin awesome I kinda thought my brothers would feel weird about me sending them snapchats of me begging our dad to fill my pig faggot butthole full of his toxic poz cum - they didn't even know i was a faggot yet and here i was showing them how dad and me were both pozzed up pig faggots . but dad had agreed they needed to find out and i could tell by the looks in their eyes when they replied that my brothers were actually realizing they'd always secretly wanted to turn into junkie pig fags and cock slaves too, and I knew I better have dad bring home another bag of fat shards.. snapchat dinged again, with their buttholes already out and going, bro, check out how wet my butthole is suddenly, this is crazy, oinkk so now that all of our lives are totally focused on our wet loose pig holes and letting literally any dude any place any time shove their raw cocks in us, i don't have to worry nearly as much, I actually feel fuckin better than ever, being real family. and swallowing down all my brothers' piss out of their shrinking piggy tweaker dicks keeps me so spun out of my mind i don't even care who finds out what a fucked up pig faggot toilet i am now, i kind of want them all to know actually.. cause the more I tell them, the more I still get surprised how they already know, id never guessed how many of them would start breeding me too.. but now there's a new secret I feel building inside me and I'm not sure I can even tell you, but OINKKKK, fuck yeah, bro, I gotta tell you.. just hold on a minute, I kinda gotta let this out..
    18 points
  47. I had a stranger's big fat naked cock up my ass in the middle of a crowded bar dance floor. I was only wearing my nastiest jock strap, work socks and boots. He had simply moved in behind me, fingered my wet sloppy hole and slid on in. (I'd collected two loads on my way to the bar. The first an app hookup, the other in a back alley. ) I hadn't even seen his body or face. Just felt his substantial cock in my ass, his hands on my bare chest and his mouth nibble my left ear. I did see the face of the red head pushing through the crowd in front of me. Built and moving like a Sherman tank he cleared a path and got right into my face. Placing hands on both sides of my head he pulled me in and planted a huge full mouth kiss on me. As we both added lots of tounge the cock in my ass started to convulse. I was in heaven. One stranger's tounge down my throat, another's cock unloading in my ass and all out in plain view of a crowd. How could things get any better? They didn't! The redhead pulled away from the kiss, wound up and punched me in the gut. I doubled over in pain too winded to react. The guy in my ass finished unloading and the redhead screamed over the music. "I hope he just gave you gono!" Then he turned and stormed away. The crowd parted for him like the red sea for Moses. I made my way to a wall and used it to to steady myself as I breathed through the pain. That is, when I caught my breath. After fifteen minutes I had calmed down enough to know I was angry but in control enough to not kill the redhead next time I saw him. I made my way to the washroom and found him seated at the bar when I came out. He saw me approach, a look of angry defiance on his face. Me "What the fuck man?!" Red "That's for knocking me up with no warning!" Me "What the fuck do you mean ass hole?!" Red "You don't forget your first time, idiot! You were the first guy to bareback me. It was in the cruising woods a few years ago. I insisted on a condom but fell for your 'just the tip' bullshit! Next thing I knew you were fucking the hell out of me. Without a word you blasted your poison load deep in my ass." Me "But I'm not poz man. I swear. I've never had anything close to the fuck flu. " Red "It was you alright. I was so fuckin scared I didn't even look at guys for three weeks. Then I got sick, deadly sick, and I got tested. I thought I'd die on the spot when the doctor told me. You fuckin knocked me up and knew what you were doing, you bastard." My head was reeling. 'Could this be true? Could I have had it all this time and not known? How many of the dozen or so other guys I've bred might I have given it?' Me "Fuck man, I swear. 'Til now I never even dreamt I might be shooting loaded bullets. I had no idea." He just glared at me. Me "Look man. You sure it couldn't have been someone else? Besides you're much bigger than me, why didn't you fight me off? Red "You think I haven't fuckin asked myself that very question a thousand times? It was you, you piece of shit! I've delivered my message, we're done here. " And he stomped off. I ordered three tequila shooters to calm my nerves. When the shirtless gym bunny bartender delivered them there were four. Bartender "Sorry, I couldn't help but here most of your argument. Let's toast to your good news." Me "What the fuck?" Bartender "I'm dying to get knocked up man. I finish a 2AM. I want your poz load if you can manage to keep it 'til then." He handed me a shooter glass and we toasted. Then he nodded his head toward the other two glasses and said: "Drink up, you've got a lot to celebrate. How many other guys you think you might have knocked up?" "Fuck man. I don't know. Could be as many as one or two dozen. Fuck!" "Fuckin A man! I want to be the first you knowingly gift." "But I don't even know if it's true. For all I know that red head is crazy. "I still want your load man." "But what if it's true? If I've got it I'll have a high viral load. I could be toxic as hell. " "That's what I'm hoping for!" The other barman was standing beside his work mate. His voice interrupted us. "Take your break now bud. I want to watch him convert your sorry negative ass right here on the dance floor. " He didn't waist a minute vaulting over the bar. He grabbed my hand and towed me into the pulsing crowd. He began to dance very seductively around me drawing me in with his beautiful inviting eyes and smile. My look must have softened 'cause he moved close and we shared a passionate kiss. He then dropped to his knees, fished my cock out of my jock and feasted away 'til I was hard. Standing he turned, dropped his jeans revealing a beautifully rounded hairy ass and pulled my cock toward his hole. I stuck a finger in, it seemed clean and wet when I pulled it out so I stuck it in my mouth. Me "Tastes like you're prelubed." "Yup, three loads in there. But your's will be the only known poz one. " As I shoved on in I said "Maybe " "Oh Red knows. And I think you know to. Now poz my negative ass!" The other bartender must have talked to the d.j.. The TV scenes all switch to a poppers training video with the song words "shoot your toxic load into me, poz my negative ass". The bar went dark, save the light from the screens and a spotlight trained on me and the guy I was fucking. All talking and laughing subsided as all eyes turned to watch our public rutting performance. It had been a while since I had topped. My raging raw hardon felt great in his tight hole and looked even better. I was soon giving him a royal fucking to the beat of the music. He kept moaning his pleasure and screaming to be heard over the music; "Harder. Deeper. Tear up my negative ass. Breed me poz. Make me poz!" The crowd took up some of these words as a chat. I knew Red was probably right. I felt a little sick for what I'd unwittingly done to him. But in this moment, with this crowd cheering me on and this hot guy begging me to breed him poz I was more turned on than ever before. Two guys reached in and offered us both sniffs from their poppers. My body temperature felt like it spiked by ten degrees and my horniness factor went up by 100% if that was even possible. My hole being was in pile drive and breed mode. He was pushing back as hard as my instrokes. I leaned in to hug his back and breathlessly and quietly spoke in his ear. "You fuckin sure you want this faggot?" "Never been more sure of anything in my life! Oh yeah ... that's it man. Oh God, I love your poz load!" I was indeed unloading and his ass muscles milked out every drop. You'd have thought a winning goal had been scored, THE CROWD WENT WILD! More guys approached me that night wanting me to poz them, but I just didn't recharge that quickly. Besides I'm mostly a bottom cum dump, not so much a dumper. I didn't go and get tested. I just thought, 'who the fuck cares?' I changed my app profiles to "don't know, don't care '. Turns out lots of guys cared but in the opposite way than I expected. 'Don't know, don't care' especially with my mostly bottom vers status, translated to them as 'probably poz' and upped their excitement to take the risk. I had so many guys tapping me on the apps to fuck, breed and gift them. If they promised a flip fuck breeding I would go for it. Over the next three weeks six guys seeded me and got my questionable load in return. Every time the sex was so fuckin hot! They usually kept the pozing talk going as they begged for my load and it turned me on beyond anything I could imagine. I was at the bar at the end of those three weeks and noticed my batender guy wasn't working. The other bartender automatically brought a tray of tequila shooters, offered them to everyone close by, and toasted my successful conversion of his workmate who was out with the fuck flu. I was also approached by a friend of someone I had flip fucked with two weeks earlier. He offered Jagermeister shooters to toast my potent toxic load. His friend was sick as a dog and so excited to plan going for his biohazard tattoo. I ended up breeding three more guys on the dance floor that night. Which meant I got their loads up my ass and five more. All delivered in the middle of the dance crowd. My jock strap disappeared after the second fucking never to be seen again. I didn't care, I was having way too good a time.
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  48. My twink then said “wow, this has made me so horny, so what happens now? If I go back to doggy with my ass in the air do you think I’ll get a strangers load in me?”. I laughed and said “try it lad and find out as long as you know there will be some real dirty loads out there!”. At this he just let out a little bark of excitement like a little pup and proudly displayed his smooth twinky ass in the air – “I’m taking all loads tonight!”. The old guy who had been watching asked “all loads?” and my twinky friend replied “all loads daddy, breed me up”. He was stick thin but hung like a horse. He rubbed his cock along the twinks hole and started to push his hard horse cock in. My twink said “wait” and put his hand back feeling the cock lining up with his hole “few, it’s raw, on you go daddy”. My cum let him slide easily into the twink, the old guy laughed and said “off course its raw – I need to breed twinks like you – you pretend not to like us old guys then you beg for my poz cock”. The twink maneuvered with flexibility to get the old guy on his back without his cock leaving the twinks hole. The old guy moaned and my twink leant over and kissed him passionately and started to ride the old dudes pole. Eventually the twink moaned “cum in me daddy, shoot your poz cum in me”. I could actually see the old guys cock swell then he growled and spurted what looked like a huge load into my twinks ass. There was a small crowd behind us and they actually cheered.
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  49. This past Wednesday night I went to my favorite gay club and also to the sex club. It was early evening so I had a few drinks at the gay club before heading to the sex club. While at the gay club I posted a quick connect ad on BBRTS saying I would be offering my ass up 8:30-11:30pm for all cocks and loads and then back at the gay club darkroom after 11:30. I mentioned I would be wearing a pink crop top, pink jock and collar. Earlier I had put a butt plug in my ass to loosen it up even though my hole is pretty loose already. I pre-lubed my hole in the car and entered the sex club. My ass is pretty popular there since I’m a regular. Didn’t take long for guys to start fucking me. Ended up collecting 8 loads there and headed back to the gay club darkroom. The club was a lot busier now so I headed to the darkroom seeking more cocks and loads in my slut ass. I bent over the bench and spread my cum filled hole open. Immediately some guy shoved his cock in me, pounded away and pumped his load in. Then the train started on my ass., one guy after another fucking and breeding my cumdump hole. A couple guys fucked me 2-3 times shooting more cum in my sloppy hole. I ended up with 20 loads between the sex club and the gay club darkroom! I so love being a cumdump and just a piece of ass 🍑!
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  50. Chapter 1 Men in various stages of undress surrounded me on all sides. Some were here for the music, moving in time with the techno rhythm. Others were here for the sex, fucking and getting fucked all over the club. Some were here to socialize, chatting with their friends on sofas. But all here were gay, and most were on drugs; a stark contrast to the closeted and vanilla offerings in my small town. This was my first night out in the big city, having moved here some months ago, with the few gay friends I had made promising it would be a fun- and sex-filled night. Moving past the throng of muscle-clad bodies, I spotted him. I recognized him almost immediately among the crowd: at 2 meters, he stood far taller than most people there, his 5 o’clock shadow peppered with grey, his face rough and wrinkled – typical for someone in his 50s. He was a mammoth of a man, definitely over 120 kilos, and while many at the party would have dismissed him because he didn’t have a sixpack, I much preferred his build: gigantic, clearly powerful from years of work at the gym, as if his goal was perpetually to bulk and never to cut. He looked just like he did those few times I saw him at the gym: sweaty and red-faced – probably the result of hard drugs circulating through his system rather than a hard workout – except for the fact he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Oddly enough, aside from his stubble, he had completely shaved off every trace of body hair, and odder still, I found it perfectly complemented his gargantuan build: every inch of his frame was exposed, his muscles accentuated by the sheen of sweat that would normally be obscured by body hair, making him appear even bigger, more threatening. I catch a brief glimpse of the monster hanging between his legs and my hole twitched. A thick, uncut piece of meat travelling down his thigh, perfectly framed by thick balls, bulging veins traveling along its length and disappearing into his crotch. The head poked out just a little through the foreskin, glistening as a few drops gathered at the tip. Whether it was precum, piss, or sweat, I didn’t care; I needed to have him in me. “Luke! Let’s go!” hearing my name, I snapped back to the present, and continued with my friend, Alex, to the toilets to snort some lines and take some G. Reminding myself not to stare so blatantly, I rushed over, and as soon as the drugs took effect, I threw myself into the moment: dancing, chatting, flirting, making out with hot guys left and right. The jockstrap that formed the entirety of my outfit made sure I attracted a lot of attention. But no matter how much I tried to avoid it, my mind kept going back to the guy from the gym, skimming the crowd in hopes of catching another glimpse of his immense frame and giant cock. Alex was talking to me about some hot Cuban guy he sucked off in the bathroom, and while I wasn’t really following the conversation, I immediately noticed when he went quiet, his eyes locked on to something behind me, towering over me. Feeling a hand on my shoulder and a hard dick brush up against my lower back, I froze too, hoping it was him. Here he was, two hours since I spotted him in the crowd, his breath hot on my ear, his beard scratching the goosebumps that prickled up on the back of my neck. “Hey there bitch”, he said in a low rumble. “I’ve seen you looking at me from across the room.” My face immediately turned red, and my heart skipped a beat. Shit, I thought I was being discreet! “I’ve also seen you drooling over me at the gym. Yeah, I remember you. I saw your faggot eyes sneak a peek at my junk in the locker room whenever they got the chance.” He took a step closer, his hard cock sliding up my back as he pressed his body to mine. He cast a forceful glance at Alex, who just nodded and disappeared into the crowd, instinctively knowing to leave me to this monster of a man. “Now listen here bitch. You want this dick?” I nodded. “Then there are some ground rules you have to follow. First, what I say, goes. I tell you to lick piss off the floor? You do it. I tell you to present your pussy to some thug on the street? You fucking do it. The moment you say ‘no’ is the moment you’re never getting this dick again. Understood?” Fuck, this was serious. Hesitating, I nod. “Good. Second, I got used to a certain way of fucking, and I’m not about to change that. My bitches better be fucked up when they get fucked. So you want my load? You’re gonna get a fuckload of drugs shoved up that pussy before my dick goes in. You want another load after that? Well shit, kid, you’re gonna get even more spun. You got that?” “Y-yes…?” I answer. “Now the best part is where those two rules interact” he continued. “Remember rule number one? What I say, goes. So if I want to dump another load up that cunt, I’m gonna do just that, and if you refuse, no more dick. But then there’s rule number two. So before I pump another load into you, I’ll pump you full of more drugs.” Fuuuuuuck! My heart and mind were racing, terrified, but my dick was rock-hard and my hole was tingling in anticipation. In the two months since I’ve moved here, I had wasted no time embracing my inner slut: I’ve had sex on drugs before, and even sucked off a guy in the middle of the dance floor tonight. But this was a whole different level I wasn’t entirely sure I was prepared for. “So you better hope I’m done soon, bitch. But I doubt it. You’ll be speaking gibberish by the end of the night, if you’re lucky. And if you aren’t… let’s just hope I’m done with you by the time you pass out, because if I’m not, well, the rules still apply. I’ll drug you, and I’ll fuck you, and this time you can’t say no.” My dick was leaking precum, and a small groan escaped my lips as I felt his cock throb against my back, picturing it pumping a load into my guts. “So what’ll it be?” he asked. But something about his tone told me he already knew my answer. I could stop at any time, I told myself. I could just let him fuck me once, twice maybe, and then simply refuse anything that came after. I took a deep breath, and nodded. “Good boy. Now, let’s get you fucked up reeeeeeeal good.” Heart thumping, I followed his glistening naked body across the dance floor to a half-empty sofa on the other side. Grabbing me by my arm, he roughly sat me down on one end, briefly interrupting the casual chat two guys were having on the other side. Reaching under my legs, he easily pulled me down the sofa cushion until I was lying on my back, and lifted my legs over my head. “Alright bitch. Put your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours and open it wide for daddy.” Quietly, I obeyed, as he reached into his fanny pack and took out a baggie filled with white powder, opening it up, and bringing it close to my hole. “You ready to fly, bitch?” I could feel the adrenaline taking over as the powder tipped ever closer to the edge of the bag, the reality of what was about to happen starting to hit me. Looking at him with fear in my eyes, once again, I nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he said, and started pouring the drugs into me, slowly at first, but then tipping the baggie until more started falling out, quickly surpassing what I would consider a normal amount of any drug, then twice that amount, and still, he continued. He grinned as he saw the terrified look on my face. “You wanna know what’s in here?” he asked, a playful smile taking over his face. I realized at that point that I had no idea what he was putting in me, so caught up I was in the moment. Once more, I nodded, wide-eyed, watching him shake out a little more powder before closing the baggie and putting it away. If at least I knew what it was, I could prepare myself for whatever high, however strong, was coming my way. “Fuck if I know!” he laughed. “I found that baggie on the floor over there. Guess we’re both in for a surprise soon.” He spit on my hole, rubbing the glob in with his thick, calloused finger. “You two!” he barked at the guys sitting next to us, now transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of them. “Spit!” he commanded, extending an open hand in front of them. They quickly obliged, watching him take the thick globs of spit and spread them along his throbbing dick before turning all his attention back to me. “Now, open wide, bitch!”
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