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I'm making sure he's feeling incredible.. However... I'm not about being used. I'm not just a hole to get someone off with. I want pleasure as well. I'm just as much of a human being as he is. I deserve to feel pleasure also. That said, I derive pleasure from pleasing the top. So..... If I make him feel good, the chances are I'm going to feel good. Oh... And I want his load. Take as long as you want.. Just leave me with your load in me.

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

After I graduated from college at the end of my senior year I embarked on what is easily the most boring road trip of all time. I had to drive my little car, from Orlando where I went to school all the way up to Rockledge, Illinois where my parents lived. I was transporting my books, papers and clothing, having sold the rest of my stuff on craigslist. So now was in my compact car full of boxes heading northward. I had decided to do the drive in three days instead of two like I had done when I moved to college, and so I spent the first night in Atlanta in a shitty hotel on the ring road. What with packing and graduating and the parties and everything I was completely exhausted by the time I got to the hotel that night, and promptly passed out right after dinner. Now being 22, 5’11” and 150lbs with short brown hair, a tight smooth swimmers body I tended to attract a lot of attention from men, a fact that I took full advantage of. During my four years at college I had gotten used to getting fucked at least five nights a week if not every night, and to be honest usually by a different guy each night. By the time I reached my hotel on the second night in Effingham, Illinois it was four days sense I had last been fucked and I was climbing the walls. I was already on Grindr before I got in the lobby of the hotel, rolling my suit case behind me. I walked up to the counter and gave the guy my name without looking at him, it wasn’t until he asked to see my ID that I looked up from scrolling through trolls and looked at him. He was reasonably handsome although older then I normally go for, he looked to be about thirty-five, sandy blond hair, broad shoulder, and a powerfully built frame. He took my Driver’s license, typed in whatever information he needed from it, and then handed me a key card without saying much of anything. “Alright Mr. Martin, you’re all set. Room 115, just down this hall, last room on the left.” He pointed down the hallway just past the counter and smiled a broad toothy smile. I took the car and nodded, heading back down the hallway, my attention already back on Grindr. The room was larger then I expected, with a nice queen sized bed at one end with a tv on a rotating stand across from it. An archway separated the bed at the far end of the room from the little sitting area composed of a single couch and a coffee table with a lamp and the bathroom. I dropped my suitcase next to the bed got out my laptop and sat down on the little couch. While I waited for my computer to boot up and connect to the hotel Wi-Fi I scrolled to the top of Grindr and refreshed the page. A new profile appeared right next to mine, one of those headless torso pictures. I don’t normally pay much attention to headless torsos, I usually think “what are you trying to hide,” but I was getting desperate so I clicked. He didn’t have his distance shown but he had to be close. The enlargement of his picture was hot though, showing not just his well-built blond haired chest but his flat stomach and deep pelvic v that made my mouth water a little. He listed no stats, which is normally another red flag for me, but I was so horny and he was one of the few decent looking guys from what I could see in a twenty mile radios so I clicked the message icon. Hey what’s up? I opened adam4adam on my computer and changed my city view to Effingham hoping to have better luck there. A few moments later my phone buzzed. I pulled Grindr back up and found a message from the headless torso. Just working. How are you? Alright. Just got into town. Bored n horny. I responded. His reply came before I put my phone down. This town sucks for guys. I’m always horny as fuck. LOL. Any more pics? He responded with a picture of a long fat cock nestled in a thick bush of light brown pubes a thin sliver of well toned abs and a thick blondish treasure trail visible at the bottom of the picture. Damn that’s a hot fucking cock. How big are you? Again his response came before I could put my phone down. 8.5 and thick. What are you into kid? Bottom, the rest is up for grabs. Nice, send me a pic of your ass. I pulled one up quickly on Grindr’s photo log and sent it. Hot. Face pic? I asked. This time his response took longer. In fact it didn’t come at all. Fucking flake, I thought, and pulled up some porn on my computer. I checked Grindr every once in a while is I jerked off and fingered my hole but he didn’t reply back for over an hour. Just as I was thinking I should just finish off and go to bed my phone buzzed again. It was a message for the headless torso who was still the closet guy to me. So you wanna get fucked tonight kid? Yeah. But I need to see a face pic. I sent back. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock on my computer; it was ten o’clock at night, who the hell was knocking on the door. Shifting my boner so that it was tucked up into my waistband where it was mostly unnoticeable I walked over to the door. When I opened it I found the tall blond from the front desk standing there. He looked even bigger no that he wasn’t behind his desk, I noticed how broad his shoulders were and how massive his pecs appeared to be through the shirt. He looked like a beefy farm hand from a 1970’s porno. “You wanted a face pic?” I heard for the first time a slight country twang in his low voice. “What,” I stammered. “You said you needed to see a face pic before I got to pound that sweet ass of yours well here it is.” He was the headless torso, the front desk guy that I had barely glanced at when I came into the hotel. “Look I’m not really supposed to do stuff like this but I just got off my shift, so can I come in before the night shift guy sees me?” “Fuck, yeah, sure.” I said hurriedly. The massive hulk of a farm hand walked quickly into the room and I shut the door behind him. He smiled that broad toothy smile again and said, “Well I trust you like what you see.” “Yeah, you’re hot.” “Good, then why don’t you strip boy and show me that hot ass.” I pulled my t-shirt off, my heart pounding. I had had quick Grindr hookups before but never had I had a guy show up at my door without my having really invited him over and start to give me instructions. I hesitated for a moment before dropping my briefs and kicking them off. I now stood completely naked in front of the front desk clerk of the hotel I was staying in while he rubbed his boner through his trousers. “I’m Will,” he said and unbuttoned his shirt. His headless torso picture hadn’t been a lie, his body looked even better then in the picture. Now that I could see his perfectly round small brown nipples up close, and that thick blond hair, his bushy pits, the heavily veined and muscled arms I felt weak at the knees. “I’m Tyler,” I answered him, as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers a slightly yellowed jockstrap straining to contain his swelling cock. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock before we work it up your sweet ass.” He said rubbing his chest with one hand. I didn’t need to be told twice and quickly feel to my knees in front of him. I licked his cock head through his dirty jock tasting the salty taste of old sweat and piss on the fabric. This guy was a pig and I loved it. He brought the hand that wasn’t busy tweeking his own nipples down on the back of my head to hold me in place and moaned, “Go on and get my cock out boy.” I moved his jock aside and the fat mushroom headed cock he had sent me a picture of sprung out accompanied by two large cum laden balls. Not wasting another second I opened wide and swallowed his cock head. Will groaned pushing me down further, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I gobbled as much of his cock as I could down into my mouth feeling it hit the back of my throat too soon. For a few minutes Will tried to force his cock further down my throat before pulling out and instructing me to lay on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. I had heard this command before and knew what was coming. I got up onto the bed and lay with my head off the end my mouth already open. “Good slut, you’re gonna get the pounding you need just wait.” He slid his cock into my open mouth and using the leverage and angle of my throat to his advantage began to throat fuck me, forcing his cock down my throat making me gag occasionally. Will pounded away as if my mouth were an ass, and I thought that if he fucked me half as hard as he was fucking my mouth I would be set for a week. Spit and precum dripped out of the corners of my mouth as he pounded my face, his balls slapping against my nose. I heard his breathing change and noticed that his balls were retracting slightly. Shit, I thought, he’s going to cum and not be able to fuck me. Just as I thought that his cock throbbed hard in my mouth and began to rocket cum down my throat. He pulled out till his head rested in my mouth shooting his load onto my tongue. It tasted sweet and salty just like his jock. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. I rolled over and looked at him a little sadly, he just smiled and said, “That wasn’t my only load kid, I haven’t even gone soft yet.” It was true his cock was still hard as a rock. “Lay on the bed normal will yah,” he instructed. I flipped around so my head was resting on the pillows laying on my back and he climbed onto the bed with me. Will moves so quickly I didn’t notice it happen, he suddenly was between my slightly parted legs his strong muscular hairy body over mine as he bent down to kiss me. He forced is tongue into my mouth and I quickly opened up for him. He pressed his chest against mine as we kissed, this was more tender and passionate then he had been. I didn’t really notice that he was slowly spreading his knees forcing my legs apart, in fact I didn’t notice what he was doing until he had managed to get my legs spread wide and his hands holding my hips as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack while he kissed me. I groaned into his mouth as he worked his cock closer and closer to my hole. Eventually I felt his warm wet cock head, slick with spit and more precum, press against my hole. He kept his mouth pressed to mine as he rubbed his cock more forcefully against my pucker. His kissing became rougher, more fanatic, and I was so distracted my his quick moving tongue that I completely forgot about his cock pressing against my hole until I suddenly felt his head press into my hole stretching my sphincter across it’s bulbous form. “Wait,” I gasped, feeling his cock sliding a little deeper into my hole, “I have condoms in my bag.” He pulled away from my a little so he could look me square in the face, still pressing his cock into my quivering hole, “I only fuck raw kid. You want this cock you take it as it is.” I hesitated, and he kept thrusting his fat cock into my hole, stretching me wide. I felt his cock head brush against my prostate and gasped, “Please fuck me,” I moaned. “Good boy,” he slid in the rest of the way, my dry hole pulling a little as he did. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, this stranger this man I had never met before was fucking me raw. Up until that moment I had only let my first boyfriend fuck me raw. I had forgotten how good a bare cock felt inside of me, but I hadn’t even asked his status. I was so conflicted between the values and rules I had set for myself, the risks I understood, and the insane amounts of pleaser that this man’s raw cock slowly pulling out of my hole was giving me. “Are you NEG,” I asked quietly. Will laughed, and said, “Doesn’t matter now, your hole’s full of my precum. I leak like a faucet you’ve seen that already.” It was true, when he had been throat fucking me I was astonished by the amount of precum he dripped in my mouth at times it had felt like almost a constant stream. “Do you want me to stop boy?” He flexed his cock inside of me as he spoke. When I hesitated he flexed his cock again pressing against my prostate and I gasped, “No, fuck me. Please, I need to get fucked so bad.” He smiled at me and started to slip in and out of my ass faster, his precum quickly lubing my hole for him. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the euphoria of having my hole used by this massive hulk of a man. Will pushed my legs into my chest giving himself more leverage to fuck down into my hole. I felt drops of sweat dripping onto me as his face and chest started to glisten. His breathing became erratic and I felt his thrust getting rougher he was going to cum in me, I could tell. After a few moments though his breathing returned to normal and he went pack to pounding me deep. “Man you hole feels so good on my raw cock,” he said, emphasizing the word raw as if reminding me of the choice I had made. I loved getting fucked, and I had had a lot of great tops but his cock did feel better inside of me. He was giving me more pleasure then I had had in a long time. My whole body seemed to be tingling, alive with electricity and my lust for Will and his cock grew. His breathing started to get ragged again as he long dicked me, pulling his cock completely out of my hole before slamming it back in to my now gaping sphincter. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he grunted on one of his body rocking inward thrusts. “Where do you want it,” he asked on the withdrawal. I thought for a moment, but I had already decided when I thought he was going to cum before that if I was getting raw fucked that I was at least going to get the reward. “In my hole, I want you to cum inside me.” “You sure?” “Yes, dump a load in me.” “I knew you were a slut bottom when I first saw you,” he said in one quick breath as he slammed into me again and unleashed his second load of the night into my twitching rectum. His cock throbbed as he came and we both held perfectly still. I realized that I was holding my breath after a moment, and just as he finished cuming we both exhaled slowly. We breathed together for a few long slow breaths before Will flexed his cock inside of me again and began to slowly fuck his cock into me again. “You can go again,” I said, surprised. He put his hands on my thighs pressing them into my chest, pinning me to the bed, “There’s plenty more POZ cum where that came from.” “POZ!” I almost shouted trying to push him off. “What are you trying to push me off for kid, you’ve already got two POZ loads in that sweet hole of yours and about a gallon of precum.” “Two,” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah I came in you once but just kept fucking.” So he had cum that first time. His cock brushed my prostate again as I struggled and I felt the euphoria wash over me. “I’m gonna cum at least three more times tonight,” he went on, “and they are all going in this hot little ass of yours one way or another.” He flexed his cock, “So we can either do this the easy way or,” another flex of his cock, “the hard way. What do you say kid, you wanna take these loads like the good slut I know you are or am I going to have to make you take them.” I was panting from his slow fucking and flexing his cock against my prostate, it took me no time to think of my answer. “Fuck your loads into me. I want everything you can give me.” After a few long moments he bent low and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my body. Then he reared back, and swinging his legs out, flipped us both over so that he was now laying flat on his back and I was sitting astride him with his still hard cock in my ass. “How about you milk the next one from my cock.” I rode his cock till he unloaded inside of me again, and then he flipped me over doggy style. After that it was a blur as he pounded my hole all around the hotel room, sometimes bending me over the little sofa or pressing me up against the door. Five loads later we passed out on the bed his cock still buried deep inside my now leaking, puffy, fuck battered hole. The next morning I awoke to the feeling of Will sliding his cock, which had slipped out during the few hours sleep that we got when it finally went down, back into my hole. I pressed my ass back against his cock, having completely given myself over to him and his toxic loads. He sank balls deep and holding onto my hips kept me still as he kissed the back of my neck. I suddenly felt a huge warmth inside of me and realized that Will was pissing inside of my ruined hole. I had heard about people doing this but always thought it way too extreme but now that I felt the flood of piss warming my guts is wondered how I ever could have thought so. “Good slut,” he said when he had finished peeing, “now go and let all that out in the bathroom and then ill give you one more load for the road.” He kissed the back of my neck again and spanked my ass cheek as he pulled out. I quickly clenched my hole not wanting any of the warm liquid to escape and shuffled off to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how much piss was inside of me when I sat down on the toilet and let my ass relax. It was like a never-ending flood. When at last my hole was empty I got up to flush and was surprised when I looked in the yellow water that there was no cum mixed in. My body had absorbed all of that POZ cum while I slept. My heart pounded in fear but my cock was hard as a rock. Knowing that there was only one thing to do I went back to the bed where Will was laying on his back stroking his fat cock and mounted his dick in one swift move. Will actually gave me three more loads that morning and I arrived at my parents house after four more hours of driving with my hole still feeling wet and slick. That night despite my parent’s objections I told them I was going into Chicago to see friends. When I got off the train in Boys Town for the first time in my life I walked I crossed the street and walked right into Steamworks. I paid for a locker, got my towel and spent the rest of the night taking any cock that came my way. I’ve already taken almost a dozen POZ loads, I told myself, so what does it matter what loads I take now. THE END

Note to all my stories: What I post in the fiction section is really and truly fiction, products of my diseased, perverted mind. This story had its start in a guy I saw at Club Z many years ago, long before I discovered bugchasing. He was a troll, looking at him disgusted me, skinny, wasted, missing teeth, much like the Troll in this story. As revolted as I was I couldn't help being fascinated by his cock, it was lovely. Long, hard, perfectly formed, my mouth almost watered watching him stroke it slowly as he looked me in the eye. I wanted to suck it, feel it slide up my ass, squirt me full of his obviously diseased cum. He smiled at me and I turned and fled. I never saw him again, but I still think, what if...? Infected By the AIDS Troll I swallowed when I looked at the Troll, he was obviously sick. I'd seen guys with full blown AIDS before and it had always disgusted me. Now it made my dick hard to look at him and imagine his diseased cock raping my neg ass. He was gaunt, obviously ill, with a big belly that was not from beer. His legs were spotted with a few small Kaposi's marks. He didn't look that bad, but he obviously had AIDS. Did I actually want to let this diseased, AIDS ridden troll fuck me and cum in me? My dick throbbed with the answer, I did. I'd taken never taken a load I knew was poz, had just tested neg after a long dry spell. Now was my chance to get what all my jerk off fantasies revolved around, taking a poz load. I'd finally had to admit to myself that it turned me on more because it would be a load of AIDS cum. We were at a meet and greet for poz men. The organizers put a line in the publicity for the meeting that reluctantly welcomed 'poz friendly neg men', an obvious euphemism for bugchasers like me. I'd recently admitted to myself that I was a bugchaser, what better place to find someone willing and eager to spread the bug than here? I'd thought I'd meet some hot, young, fit guy and go back to his place and get poz fucked. Now my asshole was wet and aching to feel the Troll's diseased cock raping it, tearing it up, making it bleed so his AIDs bug would surely infect me. Troll smiled, a big, shit-eating grin. sure enough, no teeth, just raw gums. I almost shot my load, he was disgusting, I knew I'd be his bitch in minutes. He'd zeroed in and approached me, his name was Tom. The place was packed, he pushed up against me, pressing his hard cock into my butt, then reached around and groped my equally hard cock. We spoke briefly, then he wandered away and circulated, but his eyes kept track of me. My descent into bugchasing started when I saw references to 'charged loads', 'gifting' and 'pozzing' on the net. Soon all my fantasies featured me taking poz loads. When I first stumbled across accounts of young guys taking loads from old, AIDS ridden trolls I'd been revolted, but my dick was always rigid and oozing. More and more I jerked off to more extreme bugging fantasies featuring disgusting AIDS ridden trolls. Why was my dick hard and oozing, about to cum in my pants when I looked at him? I tried desperately to hide it, but I wanted him to bend me over the table and give me the hardest buttfucking of my life, ramming his diseased cock in me hard enough to tear my ass bloody and give the virus that infected his cum a straight shot at my bloodstream. Tom snickered as looked me up and down, he knew what I needed. He wore loose sweat bottoms and his cock was swelling as he looked me, tenting the crotch of the sweats. I couldn't help but stare, it was obviously large, thick and long, I went weak in the knees with a need to suck it, to make it grow, make it hard, so he could violate my neg ass and infect me with his disease. The place had thinned out a bit, men were making out, a few were on their knees sucking, one pair were fucking urgently. Tom looked at me and leered, my time was near. He pushed his sweats down and his cock flopped out. I whimpered, it was beautiful, magnificent, long, thick, big helmet head, a long foreskin lapping over a huge PA. My ass ached as I thought of how much it would hurt when he shoved that AIDS dick in me, how he'd tear my ass open and create clear paths for his disease to find it's way into my bloodstream and infect me. He pulled his shirt up and pushed his sweats down, he was gaunt and wasted, full belly, obviously diseased, Kaposi's on his thighs. I swallowed and dropped my pants to my knees, then turned around, leaned against the drink rail and stuck my ass out. Seconds later I felt the wet head of Tom's cock nuzzle my needy asshole. I moaned and pushed back, he chuckled and slapped me. "Easy, boy! I'm the boss here, you're nothing but a sick bugchasing bitch. You'll get what you want, but you'll get it like I want to give it to you. Tom pumped nine inches of hard dick in and out of me. He popped the head out, then back in, fuck it felt good! A few more minutes of slow fucking and he chuckled. "You like my AIDS dick in you, don't you?" "Fuck yeah, fuck it's good, give it to me." "Oh, I will, you're gonna get what you want tonight, gonna pump a creamy load of my AIDS cum into your tight neg ass, just like you want. I'm full blown. Yeah, you're gonna get it tonight, gonna poz you tonight, gonna infect you tonight." My stomach lurched when he said that. His dick felt so good in me, I loved he had AIDS. He would infect me, I should ask him to stop, or pull out and cum on my ass, not in it. It was so good getting fucked, it was so hot having an AIDS infected cock in me. My ass felt really wet, like when a man had cum in me, had he? I couldn't, but I knew some guys could cum more than once per fuck. Had he already shot in me? My dick pulsed at the thought, I could have AIDS cum in me now! I almost shot my load, it was so hot thinking about getting AIDS cum in me, I wanted it. "You gonna cum in me, gonna fill me with AIDS cum?" "Already shot once, your neg ass is full of my AIDS cum, my AIDS babies are in you now, I just pozzed you, just infected you, you got my strain." I moaned and shot my load, it was too late, he'd cum in me. No point in asking him to stop. And it felt so good, I wanted another load of his poison cum. "Fuck that's hot, cum in me again, give me another load of AIDS cum!" "Oh, I am, I'm pozzing you tonight, just like you wanted." "Fuck yeah, poz me, give it to me, poz me, infect me with HIV! Give me your strain!" I wanted it, wanted to get pozzed, infected with HIV. I might already have been, would be if he fucked me enough. Yes, he was infecting me now. "Sure thing, bitch, gonna infect you tonight, just like you want, gonna infect you with HIV." "Yes, infect me, infect me with HIV. I want you to infect me with HIV, I want your strain!" I looked at him fucking me in the mirror, he was full blown, he had AIDS. I felt his swollen AIDS belly against me and knew he was for real. I wanted his strain. "Give me your load, I want your strain, infect me with HIV!" "Already have you sick fucking faggot, already infected you, take my AIDS cum, faggot!" He shoved in hard and moaned, I felt his cock swell and a warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated and filled my ass with his AIDS cum, giving me his strain.

Fucked a cute blonde twink today against a tree in a caravan park. He never asked about condoms so he got my bare cock up his arse and a nice big load pumped right in him. Smacked him on the arse after I'd cum and sent him on his way.

This is a story inspired by a video post I recently watched (and spunked over bigtime!) ********************************************************************************************************************************* I recently changed the pizza place I use for takeaways, and to be honest I was glad I did, the first evening I ordered something I had a fucking stiffy in my pants after seeing the delivery boy, cute short ginger little muscled fucker with a wide smile and a peach of a bum in his shorts that I gazed at longingly as he walked away from my door. Though I could tell he was a little intimidated by a very large black man each time he turned up to deliver pizza he was friendly and chatty. In time he stayed to chat on the doorstop and I gathered that he was a bit dumb and as he giggled one evening, saying he could smell weed, I surmised he was a bit of a stoner. In addition, from the way he looked at me it gave me a hint that maybe fancied me a bit, but maybe a bit shy or intimidated to follow through. My time came late on a Friday night when I got in from work, showered, put on a robe and ordered a pizza. I was watching a bit of porn whilst smoking a joint and idly playing with my semi-hard cock when the buzzer rang. I was waiting at the door when the lad came up the stairs. He was definitely not himself, in fact he looked a bit teary. I asked him what was wrong and he explained that he had just been given a bollocking by his boss. "Awwww, fuck man, that's a bummer. He chew you out big time eh?" The lad sniffed, responding "Yeah, fucking bastard he...." Then he suddenly stopped talking, and just stared downwards. It was then I realised my robe had fallen open. I laughed, saying "Haven't you ever seen another man's cock before?" His face was almost as red as his hair and he mumbled "Of course," but I noticed that he licked his lips. "Hey, when you finish, why don't you come around we can have some beers and some weed." His eyes lit up as he asked "Really? You want me to come and hang out?" I smiled, answering "Sure, kiddo." When he turned up later that night I was ready. I was delighted to see that he even turned up with his own beer. A few beers and a few joints later I asked him why he was so shocked to see my dick earlier. He blushed furiously and stammered-out this answer: "I've never seen a black man's cock before." Naturally I laughed, asking "But you have seen a man's dick before, eh boy?" He nodded somewhat shyly so I pressed harder "Have you sucked one?" God, I almost burst when he nodded blushing bright red again, but picked-up on the thread, saying "Hey, nothing wrong with that boy." He visibly relaxed as if he had let out a big hidden secret. I smiled and pushed the line of question a bit further, asking "Been fucked?" He almost spat his beer out "No!" I laughed, commenting "Well, never say never." Then I pulled-out my meth pipe, lit it, and took a hit. All wide-eyed, he asked "Whats that?" I exhaled, smiling at him, answering "Primo shite, kiddo. Better than weed." He watched me take another hit, and screwing-up his courage, asked "Can I try it?" I casually smiled, and answered "Of course, my boy." I packed the pipe nice and heavy, and then walked over, sat down next to him, handed him the pipe, and as he looked a bit unsure, I told him what to do. He took to the pipe like a baby to its mothers tit, inhaling deeply and then laughing as the hit took hold. "Fuck, that's good." He started to sweat a bit so it was easy for me to get him to take-off his top. His body was even better than I'd anticipated - he was very pale shade of white, smooth-skinned, and very muscled. I re-packed the pipe and handed it to him. As he blew clouds I felt his big pecs and tweaked his nipples. His eyes now glazed over, I put one hand behind his head, pulled my robe open with the other, and felt no no resistance at all as I pushed his head down, his sweet boy mouth opening-up and finding my big hard cock. As he sucked my bulbous cock head I pulled the back of his shorts down and rubbed his muscled ass. Then, as he groaned in pleasure, I took a hit myself and then pulled him off my dick, went to the bathroom leaving him, and, as I was now in for a busy night, I popped a Viagra and slid a nice thick chrome cock ring around my meat. When I came out of the bathroom I was fucking blown away that he was kneeling on the bed taking another hit of Tina through the pipe. Noticing his eyes were completely glazed, I took the pipe off him and with no resistance from him I twisted him around so he was kneeling on the edge of the bed. I gave his back a little shove and he went forward so his chest was on the bed and his arse was high in the air. I rubbed his white arse gently and he groaned as his boi hole puckered. I held him with one hand while I lined my cock up with his unlubed boi pussy, and pushed-in slowly, teasing his hole with my dickhead. His hole resisted at first but each time I applied pressure, the tip of my dick would spread his little white hole a little more. Then around the seventh thrust, his hole spread and my cock head popped inside. He made a little 'Uuuuhhhh' noise, so I rested for a moment enjoying the view of his little white hole obscenely stretched round my fat black dick. I rubbed my hand over his back soothing him as I pushed gently forcing his hole to accept more of my cock deeper into his ass. He moaned and groaned a bit but didn't resist as my cock penetrated deeper in to his inexperienced ed boi cunt. I stopped at the halfway point, rubbing his back telling him "Oh baby boy, you doing so good." He groaned again as I again applied pressure, pushing another couple of inches inside him. His hole felt so tight round my dick and I was delighted when I reached under him to find him playing with his little hard dick. As I started to fuck him gently I loved the way his hole stretched out with my pull out thrusts and him making 'Uh uh uh' noises as my dick slowly pushed in and out of his ass. "Little boy, you love that big black daddy cock, don't ya boy?" He gave a garbled "Mmmmmmm" again, but then it was not a rhetorical question on my part. I resisted the urge to really rough fuck him, as I wanted his introduction to anal sex to be mutually pleasurable, and besides, the night was young and there would be plenty of time to rape him later. I withdrew my dick from his hole, and he groaned, which prompted me to grin as I inspected his ass lips, finding his little ring was completely puffed-up. He moaned again as I slipped my cock head back in before his hole could close I murmured "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's not finished with your arse - not for a long time yet." He literally sighed as I penetrated deeply into him. His hole was learning fast and though the boy would definitely have a hurting boi pussy the next day, for the moment he was flying on the chems and loving his virgin hole reamed out by my big black dick. I started to fuck him a little harder with no complaints from him, just a lot of little yelps and groans of pleasure which the sensations in my dick mirrored, I shifted forward so I was now kneeling on the bed, with my dick buried to the hilt in his hole I reached forward and grabbed him by his ginger hair pulling him up so he had to use his hands to steady himself. "Look in the mirror boy" I snarled, his eyes focused on the mirrored wardrobe by the bed. He gasped as he saw the reflection of himself being fucked by a big black man old enough to be his grandfather. "Oh, god" he cried as I picked up the pace, plunging my dick into his now red swollen boi pussy. "That's right, little white boy. Watch yourself being corrupted." His groans grew louder but his eyes stayed glued to the action in the mirror. My balls started to tingle as I felt my spunk boiling in them, aching for release. "Fuck yeah, boy, Daddy's going to breed you boi." My dick started to swell and though I held off as long as I could, I knew it would not be long, "Daddy's going to get you pregnant boy, pregnant with my poz babies." His eyes widened and he gurgled with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Soon my dick swelled more and then I blew volley after volley of my seed deep into his guts, and exactly at the same time he shot his load so hard that some of it actually hit the mirror.

I had spent two days posting ads on CL, Trying to market my HOT little TWAT!!! I'd got quite a bit response.... Things are looking good, On the day, I had posted I went to the bookstore......WOW!!! Apparently my marketing scheme had worked, As soon as I walked in the theatre all the heads turned to look at me..... the ones closest to me begin to grab at me......DAMN I LOVE THE ATTENTION!!!! I took off my skirt and panties but left on my garter, stockings, and heels..... Found a bench in the middle of all of it, Made sure I was lubed up...... And simply said out loud, "I NEED FUCKED!" 4 hours and 17 CUM loads later, I Wobbled out of there.... Clutching what was left of my clothes, cum dripping off of me and out of me..... I felt like such a beautiful little SLUT!!! Soon I'll have to go back and do this again!

My family operated a landscaping business and garden center called Plowman's. Mom's side of the family were into farming while Dad was a landscaper, so the business was a nice compromise. One spring, Mom's folks took ill, so Mom and Dad headed west to help with planting. While she tended her parents, Dad supervised their farm hands. I stayed behind, minding the store. That sucked, but not exactly the way I liked. You see, I'd grown up with those farm hands, and I joined them every planting and harvesting. In more recent years, it had gotten really interesting. Usually we'd go skinny-dipping after the day's work. The cold water was a dick-shrinking shock after the heat of the fields. And after-swim talk always turned to sex because the men would be joking how big their dicks really got, which would cause everyone to throw bones. Since the pond was secluded and it was just us guys, pretty soon we got into circle jerks. After a few weeks, guys started to jack each other off. And a few weeks later, everybody was swapping blow jobs and more. Ed's dick was my favorite. Short and thick, it oozed a river of jizz that I sucked right out of the slit. I'd learned to deepthroat like a pro by training on the biggest dick going - Al's. We measured Al's meat once, after he pulled out of my mouth and seconds before he creamed into my open mouth, That sucker came in a 9.5". My dick stirred at the memory, but my aching nuts reminded me I wouldn't taste Al's dick this spring. Hauling bags of seed and soil around the place every day after school had given me a nice solid build. While not built up like some of the farm hands, at 20 I had a wiry body with muscles etched into it. Working alone in the storeroom before opening and waiting for my parents to leave, I ground my crotch against a bag of feed in frustration. I dreamed of last fall, when I'd sucked Ed's juicy dick while Al pumped me from behind. Ed had prepped my hole by sucking it, while Al fingered it deep, jabbing my button with each thrust. Not only had I learned to suck that last summer, I'd learned to take it up my tail, too. "Hey, buddy! Wake up!," Dad yelled. "We're goin'." "Sorry, Dad. Just thinking," I said, dropping the bag. "Judging by the bone you've thrown, I can guess about what," Dad said, eyeing my crotch. Looking down at my tented shorts, I blushed. "It's okay, son. When I was 19, I had to tie it to my leg to keep it down!" Dad laughed. After seeing my parents off, I headed back to the storeroom. I had an hour before the staff came because my parents had wanted an early start. That morning at home, I'd dashed into the shower, hiding the morning hard-on I'd been pounding on. Just as I'd gotten into a groove, working my meat and slipping a couple of soapy fingers into my ass, Dad pounded on the bathroom door: "Let's go!" Which left me feeling sorry for myself and horny as fuck. But I came to the store prepared. Dropping onto a bed of flattened boxes, I reached up the leg of my shorts, pulling out my leaking dick, wet and growing fast. Juice pooled inside my foreskin. I'd never measured, but I figured I had 7.5" plus, with a thick foreskin hanging close to my knob. I ran a finger under the skin and drew it out. I sniffed it before licking it clean...Sweet! Fisting my meat, I took a magazine from my backpack. The photo layout showed two guys: one wiry - kind of like me - and the other a stocky football hunk. Closeups of the football player's fat dick spreading open the slim guy's pucker always got me off. That and a greased finger up my ass. I threw off my shorts and moving spit-covered fingers past my bouncing nuts, I rubbed the spit around my nearly hairless hole. Getting a shudder, I eased a finger past the wrinkled muscle inside to locate my boy button. Startled by the front door buzzer, I jabbed hard. My dick exploded uncontrollably, my ass muscles clamping around my finger. A stream of jizz shot from my piss-slit onto my t-shirt. A second rope soaked my pubes. The buzzer again. "Shit!" Pulling my finger out, I smelled it because I loved the smell of my ass. I flicked cum off my hand and stepped into my shorts. I was literally at the door before I remembered the cum soaking my shirt. Spreading it made it look less like a cum shot, but made the stain bigger. Opening the door, I didn't even get to say, "We're not open" before the delivery guy barged past. "Where to, buddy?" he asked, pushing in a trolley. My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe this guy. His attitude sucked, but he was hot.

yesterday wanted to fuck badly. so I posted an announcement on a dating site. a huge muscled guy replied and after exchanging some pics I invited him to my place. when he arrived I discovered that he was older than 35 like he had mentioned previously. he was 47, but still perfectly shaped buffalo. pure muscles. he is a married bodybuilder and a fitness trainer. it was so amazing to be in his strong hands. he fucked me gently and then came all over my butthole. you can check my latest uploaded pictures to see the result

I've organized a few hotel gangbangs for bottoms. My favorite hotel is Marriott Marquis. Centrally located in Times Square, though it is annoying to walk through all the tourist traffic. No key is needed to get to the rooms. You can go right from street level to the floor. I post on Craigslist and BBRT. After awhile of doing this I have my own contacts that I email directly inviting them. I stay away from PNP during the party. If tops want to come a little partied, fine but nothing in the room. I stay in the room to help the bottom answer door, watch their stuff (any valuables should not be in plain sight) and stay at a good distance to give the guys their fun.

Mmmm this pig is my idol

Saying "clean", as you rightly point is pretty much an insult to PwHIV. As part of pre-sex negotiation using more accurate, less loaded terms, is what guys should be going for. "Dirty load" and such come more under the heading of sex talk. How many guys who referring to their asshole as their cunt really believe that they have a functioning vagina? How many guys who get off on race play would actually use the word "nigger" in their every day speeech? It's a question of knowing what sort of language is appropriate when...

I usually just bite my tongue when i see a post like this but I couldn't tonight. I have to state that I think suicide is selfish and cowardly act, but it is often due to mental health issues and for some reason people have a fear of getting help. DONT BE AFRAID TO SEEK MENTAL HEALTH care people. Anyway here is what I have to say: HIV is not a death sentence so if you mean that by not wanting to continue that you would want to commit suicide I would encourage you to talk to someone at a suicide hotline or something. Because you can live with HIV and have a good fulfilling life and continue to have sex, and some would say better sex. So why would you want to end things? It sure won't do any good to those you leave behind like your family. You might think it is the way out but depending on your religious views you really don't know what things will be like one you end your life. At least staying alive and getting a test to confirm whether you have HIV or not then will give you two roads to go down one is if your poz one if not. You have a clear idea or will what you willl encounter on either one of those roads. But if you kill yourself do you really know what is gonna happen. I can guarantee you that the friends and family you leave behind will be devastated and some even angry at you for taking your life. I hope that maybe you meant no longer wanting to continue barebacking but somehow I think you were referring to living.

"I'm ready right now and I gotta piss like a racehorse!" Billy Dee exclaimed. "Tell me what needs to be done and I'll go first...pun intended!" On my knees, I said, "Just stick your cockhead in my mouth and let it flow, whether you go in spurts or a continuous flow, I can handle it and I won't spill a drop. Keep your cock in my mouth until your bladder is empty." Billy Dee did as he was told and stuck his cockhead in my mouth. In mere seconds, his piss was flowing and I savored his bitter liquid. With 1 hand, I caressed his balls and with the other, I massaged his bladder. "Mmmmm!" I moaned as I gulped Billy Dee's golden nectar. His flow slowed to a trickle and once I was sure his bladder was empty, I pulled away from his cock. "Fuck, I thought it was gonna be nasty but it was hot!" Billy Dee said. "Pissing never felt this good. The way you gulped it down, I could tell you enjoyed it. "My turn!" Jesse announced, putting his cockhead in my mouth. He held my head in his hands as he pissed in spurts. As I massaged his bladder and cupped his balls, he purred while I gulped his piss down. When he was finished, he pulled out of my mouth. "You were right, Billy Dee, it's fuckin hot! How did you get into piss?" "Accidentally!" I replied. "During NYC Pride back in 1992, I hooked up with a hot latino. On the way to his place, we bought a couple of 6 packs which we consumed before we went to bed for the night. Naturally, we both needed to piss and we held each other's cocks. There was something about the way his pissing cock felt in my hand that turned me on, though I didn't realize it at the time. We swapped a few fucks until we passed out from exhaustion. I awoke first the next morning and figured I'd wake him with a blowjob. His bladder opened a split second before his eyes and from that first taste, I was hooked. He freaked out and tried to pull out, but I sealed my mouth on his dick and didn't release it until I swallowed every last drop. We traded fucks again and he fed me his piss twice more. I've been flaggin yellow ever since." "Just hearing you talk about it makes me need to piss!" Lemar said. "Me too!" Donelle chimed in. "At the risk of tooting my own horn, I can handle 2 at once!" I said. "Just squeeze in next to each other and let my mouth take care of you!" Seconds later, both cocks were in my mouth and I was chugging piss. "Drink! Drink! Drink!" They shouted in unison. If there had been any doubt about my pigginess, it certainly vanished by now. I licked my lips as they pulled their cocks out of my mouth. "Can you handle 1 more?" Curtis asked and my way of replying was to take his cock in my mouth. He stroked my hair as I sucked the piss out of him, greedily gulping it down. "Thanks, man." He said as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. "With all that piss in you, you must need to piss yourself. Mind if I try drinking from you?" I was dumbfounded. Curtis didn't strike me as the type to try piss. "Only if you're sure it's what you want." I said. "Being a novice, we'd best do it in the bathroom to avoid spillage. Maybe we should kiss and see if you like the taste on my breath." Taking me in his arms, Curtis parted my lips and thrust his tongue in my mouth. When he didn't break the kiss immediately, I was confident he didn't find the taste repulsive. "Mmmm!" He said pulling away. "Not what I expected, a bit bitter, but I still wanna give it a try. Let's go to the bathroom, all of us!" We all went into the bathroom. I told Curtis to sit on the toilet and when he did so, I put my cockhead in his mouth and let loose. Surprisingly, he took it like a pro, not gagging even once. When he swallowed the last drops, I removed my cockhead from his mouth. "You done good! I'm proud of you!" I told him. As he rose from the toilet, I kissed him, savoring my own piss on his breath. "If drinkin piss is nasty, then nasty is what I am!" Curtis declared. "Hope you don't mind sharing, Eliot, I'm gonna be wantin to drink some tinapiss too." "Just because I'm a pig, it doesn't mean I'm greedy!" I said. "With 6 of us here there will be plenty of piss to drink. You can take up the slack if more than 2 guys need to go at once!" "Don't go makin plans yet!" Billy Dee exclaimed. "Just watchin Curtis drinkin piss makes me wanna try it myself. The next 1 of you who needs to piss is gonna feed me!" "Looks like the drive home is gonna be a whole lot easier!" Jesse chuckled. "Did you expect to be teaching a course in piss drinkin when you agreed to join us here?" "That would be the last thing I expected." I replied. "Of course, I do like seein guys open themselves to new experiences and I'm flattered if it was my skills that inspired it. Right now, I really need that smoke." Back in the main room, I lit up a smoke and sat on the bed. Curtis and Lemar lit their own cigs and sat on either side of me. Donelle sat behind me, kissing the back of my neck and playing with my nipples. Billy Dee bent over in front of me, his ass close to my face. In between drags on my cig, I'd lean in and give Billy Dee's ass teasing licks. Tempting as it was, I restrained myself from blowing smoke up there since causing him to fart might bump up the raunch factor too much. Jesse appeared with the glass cock, a goodly amount of meth in the bowl and a torch. "As our guest," he said, "You get the first hit and I want you to shotgun with me." "Are you sure about that?" I asked. "You must realize that I have Billy Dee's ass and everybody's piss on my breath. It might be more than you can handle." "I've eaten my fair share of ass, so that's not an issue." Jesse responded. "As far as piss is concerned, I think I might wanna join the drinkin club. Hold the glass cock while I fire up the torch. Be sure to take a big hit!" Jesse lit the torch under the bowl. Once the shards caught, I twirled the glass cock and when the smoke rose, I took a deep hit, held it as long as I could and blew the smoke into Jesse's mouth. Jesse held the smoke and blew it back into my mouth. There was just enough left for me to blow back into Jesse's mouth. "Damn, that's good and honestly, I kinda like the piss on your breath. Billy Dee, you and Lemar hit the glass cock next and then pass it to Curtis and Donelle. I'll leave the stash on the nightstand. Now that Aunt T is here, we switch to water. Eliot, help me carry it out." Standing up, I felt the familiar craving for cock, ass and cum and thanks to the Cialis, my cock was iron stiff. Following Jesse into the kitchenette, I noticed his cock was throbbing, a drop of precum on his cockhead. I reached down, put it on my finger and licked it. "This is the kind of scene I've fantasized about, but I'm sure the reality will be even better. Can I tell you something in confidence?" "Eliot, you can tell me anything and it will remain between us." Jesse said. "You must know that we'll do everything to make your fantasy a reality. What is it you need to tell me?" "Donelle seems to have developed a major crush on me." I said. "He wants me to come back to Brooklyn and move in with him. You're all hot men and while I am attracted to Donelle, especially his romantic side, Brooklyn is not an option and I'm definitely not capable of being monogamous. I'm afraid I'd wind up breaking his heart." "I should have warned you, Donelle can fall in love at the drop of a hat." Jesse said. "My advice is to be honest and let him down gently. Of course, if you ever change your mind about Brooklyn, I have a spare bedroom and you can come and go as you please." Reaching down, he gave my cock a squeeze. "Damn, that's sweet." Opening the mini fridge, he passed 3 bottles of water to me and took the other 3 himself. Back in the main room, Donelle and Curtis were shotgunning. Jesse and I doled out the bottled water. The sight of all those hard balck cocks had my mouth watering and my hole twitching. Grabbing my finger, Jesse put it in his mouth, got it wet and stuck it in his ass. His hole was so responsive and after a minute, I removed it and put it in my mouth, savoring the taste of his ass juices. Picking up the supplies from the nightstand, Jesse said, "I think another round should have us feeling just right." He refilled the glass cock, torched it up and passed it to me. We shotgunned back and forth and passed the glass cock down the line. Not wanting to start things too soon, I took a slug of water and made out with Jesse. About 10 minutes later, the glass cock was empty and we were all nicely tweaked. "Do you guys mind if I make a request?" I asked. "I realize I am here for your pleasure and I have a feeling what I request will be a new pleasure for all of you." Putting his arm around my waist, Jesse kissed my cheek and said, "Don't take this the wrong way, but you might have the wrong idea about us. We're here for your pleasure. If all we wanted was to use your mouth and ass, we would've taken you out of the abs, tied you up and raped you. One thing we ain't is selfish. So far, you've given us pleasures we never knew until tonight and if I can speak for my friends, we're willing to honor your request." "It's never been my nature to make apologies, but if I gave you the impression that I wasn't here as an equal, then it's my bad!" I said. "All of you have made me feel like a part of your group and that means so much to me. Now, for my request. Could you all lie across the bed, on your stomachs, cocks and balls exposed?" "You heard the man!" Jesse shouted. "Across the bed, on your stomachs. cocks and balls exposed! Something tells me this is gonna be wild!" Seconds later, they were all where they were told to be. Having turned my request into an order, Jesse was the last in bed, but the first to receive my special attention. On my knees, I licked the sole of Jesse's right foot. It wasn't dirty, but his sweat gave it a nice flavor. Next, I took his toes, 1 by one and sucked on them, then I took all 5 toes into my mouth. Jesse moaned in pleasure. I did the same thing to his left foot. Standing up, I ran my tongue up his left foot, from his heel to his ankle, to his calf to his thigh. Then, the same thing to his right foot. Last but not least, I licked his cock and balls, spread his ass cheeks and thrust my tongue deep inside. Curtis was next, then Billy Dee, Donelle and Lemar. Finished, I licked my lips, patted each guy on the butt and said, "Well guys?" "I didn't think it was possible, but your mouth has gotten more talented since the last time we played!" Curtis said. "Obviously, you've also learned a lot since then too." "No man has ever made me feel the things you did!" Billy Dee said. "You're findin the freak in me and my only regret is it didn't happen sooner!" Lemar said, "I never knew my toes and feet were hardwired to my cock until I felt your tongue there. You not only blew my mind, you opened my mind to all possible things!" "You're spoilin me for other men!" Donelle exclaimed. "How will I ever find another guy like you? Somehow, you instinctively know my body and what to do with it!" "The best thing that happened began with meeting up with you at the abs and it's only gotten better!" Jesse declared. "Everything the guys said is 100% correct. Piss Drinkin 101, Toe Suckin n Feet Lickin 101, Freak School is open and you're givin us a crash course!" "Damn, you men are good for my ego!" I said. "Since you all enjoyed my last suggestion, I have another. I saw a bowl in the kitchen. If you have paper and a pen or pencil, you can write your names and I'll pick them from the bowl so nobody can accuse me of playing favorites." "Since you love to lick feet, put the names in my sock!" Billy Dee suggested, reaching for his pile of clothes and retrieving a sock. "I remember putting a pen and a pad in my backpack." Donelle said, walking over and getting the items. "Everybody, use a full sheet, crumple it and pass it to Eliot." "Good idea." I said. They passed me papers 1 by 1. I turned Billy Dee's sock inside out...shoved the 5 pieces of paper inside and turned it right side out, shaking it a few times. "The first guy to have his way with me is...." To be continued

I'm not usually focused on the mechanics of fucking. When I am getting fucked I'm totally in tune with the Universe. I feel a wonderful sense of "rightness" of being. I really love the synergy of the fact that some men are tops and some are bottoms. When we find each other, even for a five minute anonymous fuck, I feel validated that I am doing exactly what I was meant to be doing and so is he. It is really a beautiful thing. The rest is instinctual.

“Joey, I know there’s another site you have been visiting more and more lately. I know what’s in your heart right now. And I want to show you something.” He lifted up his tshirt. Fuck, how had I still not noticed he was wearing a shirt? That cock was doing so much for me I didn’t realize it was still on. As he pulled the hem of his shirt higher, some ink emerged on his stomach. As he raised it slowly, I started to make it out. The familiar biohazard tattoo was revealed before my eyes on the sexiest man I’d ever seen, and his bare cock was buried deep in my ass. My hole involuntarily twitched and I felt him throb inside me. He continued to raise his shirt, revealing a scorpion tattoo on his right pec. He must have seen the flash of fear in my eyes, even while I was unable to take my eyes off the ink on his incredible body. “Tell me what you want, Joey.” I didn't think, I simply reacted. I reached down and placed my hand on his stomach. I traced the outline of the biohazard tattoo. I caressed it, my dick leaked on my belly as I studied its form, and recognized the consequences of what I was about to do. I looked over at the mirror, and saw myself with my legs spread, a beefy hunk between them, fucking me in the bed I share with my lover. I looked in my own eyes, and I recognized the hunger, the need. I knew there was no fighting it. I didn’t want to fight it. In that moment, I knew. I knew it was who I was. Who I am. “I want you to breed me. I want you to fuck my ass with your bare dick until you shoot your toxic load into my guts. I hope my ass is so wrecked from what you’ve done to me so far that your disease immediately seeps into my system and converts me. I want you to POZ me. PLEASE POZ ME!!” And with that, he pulled almost all the way out and then thrust back in violently, making me scream with pain and pleasure. I was grabbing at his ass, pulling him as deeply into me as I could, so insane with lust. My hand never left his belly, as I stroked and gave his tattoo the special place in this moment that it deserved. I touched it, stroked it, brought my fingers to my lips and kissed them before placing them back on his tattoo. My fetish. My fantasy. Now my reality. I wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his cum inside me so deep, for it to invade every cell in my body. I wanted him to be in me, forever. He pounded and grunted and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before, until he told me he was ready to shoot. “Please. PLEASE! Shoot it in me. Give me your cum. Give me your disease! I want you to infect me! I want you to change me, to impact the rest of my life.” I squeezed my hole for all it was worth, desperately needing to milk his death seed, to feel the transfer of the bug from his body to mine. And with that, I felt a warmth spread inside me, deeper than it ever had with Jake. Physically deeper, yes. But also a knowledge that something had fundamentally changed for me. I had finally realized the fantasy I had held for so long. And in that moment, it was clear to me that I was a new man, one who could finally follow his dreams and be honest about his true nature. The man unloading ropes and ropes of toxic seed into my bowels was altering my life forever. And I loved him for it. I would never be the same.

As a nurse recovering patients after surgery I have seen many things. As the only guy in the department I usually end up with the majority of the male patients. The anesthesia and pain medication can relax people to allow them to do things they would not normally do—they can always blame the meds if they even remember it at all. They come to me wearing just a hospital gown and I have to assess them. I pull the curtain around us and uncover them and pull the gown out of the way to assess any dressings. I feel around the abdomen and let my hands drift lower to brush their cocks. Recently cared for a guy in his late 80s after surgery and when I was looking him over his cock looked a bit off. Come to find out he had a penile implant placed several years earlier. He can pump it up with a hidden button and it fills his cock with saline. I asked how it worked and what it felt like. He was very willing to tell me all about it. While he was talking he said feel it so I grabbed his cock and squeezed it slowly. When it was time to discharge him home I helped him to the bathroom and he removed the gown and his dressing came loose. As he stood there I got down on my knees in front of him and fixed the dressing and he said let me show you how hard I can get. He inflated the device and his cock went from nice to rock hard. He encouraged me to feel how hard it got. I ran my hands over that big, hard, 80+ year old cock then leaned in a give it a lick. He moaned softly so I slid more of it in my mouth. I sucked his cock for several minutes and he said he didn’t cum anymore but he loved feeling my mouth on his cock. Most patients feel they have to pee after surgery and I will get a urinal for them which most find difficult to use. If I can I will help them stand at the bedside and help support them so they don’t fall. I tell them to hold on to me and I take their cock and place it in the urinal. Most feel like they need to pee but do not have to but want to try for several minutes. I will tell them to massage the area over their bladder and show them how by placing my hand above their cock and slowly rubbing and letting my fingers dip down to around the base of their cock. They may not end up peeing but the majority of them end up with a hard on. Most of them encourage me to continue rubbing them saying it feels good and they think it is helping. They get harder and I remove the urinal and slowly let my hand brush more of their cock. Jerking them slowly and hearing them moan. Had a guy who broke both arms and was back for multiple surgeries. When I was assessing him and looking at his various dressing I brushed his cock and it got hard right away. He told me he couldn’t jack off and was backed up. He would ask me to scratch his stomach or leg and I would pull back his gown and scratch where he wanted and his cock just stayed so hard. I kept brushing it and finally grasped it and gave it a stroke and he just sighed and said yes in one long breath. I continued stroking him and asked if this was what he really needed. He said just please don’t stop. I slow stroked him for several minutes. Eventually he told me he was going to shoot I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth and he shot days worth of backed up cum down my throat. He would request me to recover him after each of his many surgeries and I always helped him out. I have cared for my friends, family member, neighbors, their family members, city officials, doctors, coworkers, and strangers of all ages. Usually it is just work but sometimes it turns into more. Each day is a new adventure.

I always wondered if it was alright to get some "alone time" with a patient to "help" them with those kinds of problems. But I got embarrassed and didn't do anything, and now I regret it.

Part 5: Stealing Manny I'm really not a devious person. But, when you get the best fuck you ever had, all bets are off! All is fair in love and hot sex .. that's my new mantra. It didn't take me as long as I thought to put my plan into action. Manny pretty much made it clear he couldn't leave Luke. He felt responsible for him. And I don't blame him for that. (I care about my boyfriend. But, honestly, our relationship was starting to fizzle. Eric is a good-looking professional. I think he'll get over me quickly). So, I had to make Luke want to break up with Manny. Let's begin. So Luke and I are going to the same community college, and we have one class that we take together. Well, I kinda missed like a whole week because I didn't want to have to explain two black eyes. Fortunately, most of my class work can be done online. I asked Luke if we could meet up at his place to go over some notes after he got out of class. He kindly accepted. The only thing Luke didn't know was that I scheduled my next encounter with Manny at their place 30 minutes before Luke would be home. I know .. I know. I'm horrible. Whatever. The hardest part was actually convincing Manny to fuck me again. It took a little coaxing. But, I sent him very persuasive texts (and sexts!) And I won him over. He's really worried about pozzing me. And as I explained to him .. I'm not a chaser, but I NEED Manny fucking me. And if he did poz me. Guess what? He can fuck me all he wants afterwards without having to worry about it anymore. Oh God .. I love the idea of Manny fucking me every day !!!! Okay .. I got a little distracted again. So yeah, Manny could never quite keep Luke's schedule straight, so that helped. And I kinda misled Manny just a tad and told him that Luke was going to attend an optional review session for one of his classes. Oops. One little lie. As I waited for our time to arrive, the hours felt like days, and the days felt like weeks. But, the moment arrived at last! I convinced Manny to "stage the scene" properly. Of course he didn't know why I wanted him to pound me on the floor in the living room. But, he didn't seem to care. I needed to make sure that Luke had no doubt what he was walking into. My cell phone was turned upside down, as planned. I heard the vibration which told me Luke was on his way from school. I had about 20 minutes, by my calculations. We started with Manny feeding his big dick into my mouth. I loved feeling it grow as I sucked on it. Soon, I couldn't get more than half-way down on it, which only made me harder. First things, first though. I needed him to bruise my stomach. And boy, did he oblige! He must have slapped me 20 different times, each whack seemed harder than the first. It was like getting punched by a strong kid over and over. But, instead of a kid's fist, Manny's rock-hard monster dick was beating my stomach area. I love him marking his territory! Each "punch" of his dick on my stomach excited me for the pounding I knew my ass would get. I rewarded him for beating my belly with his big cock weapon by sucking on his balls. He really seems to like that. It's hard to fit both in my mouth. But, I loved trying! And next, into position! I got on all fours, and Manny took his place right on the mark. Oh shit, the entry of his cock into me! Boy, I forgot how much that hurts. Just spit for lube .. the best lube if you ask me. I got past enough of the pain to tolerate it, and then the pleasure starts. I told him to go very slow. I had to time this just right. I started losing track of time. Had it been 20 minutes? Shit .. I couldn't tell anymore. There was no clock nearby. It would be suspicious if I checked my iPhone part-way through a fucking. I gave it my best guess. I told him to go fast and deeper. OMG !!! He hit me in places I never knew I had. I was losing my mind.This was so wrong! My best friend's boyfriend! Manny is poz! We're about to get caught in the act! Why did it feel so right?! I could tell Manny was getting close. Oh shit, so was I. Each plunge into my ass was pushing me to the edge. "Fuck me harder!" I demanded. And just to my luck, I hear the sounds of someone walking up the apartment steps outside. Yes! Manny quickened his pace. Oh fuck yes! "You want my cum?" Manny asked. There was only one answer. "Fuck yes!" The sound of the front door unlocking. "Pound my ass, Manny! Fuck me up!" SLAM! SLAM! Out of the corner of my eye, I can tell Luke is standing a couple meters away, stopped in his track. It's too much. I'm about to explode! "Cum in my ass, Manny! Own my ass again!" I scream. "UGGGGGGH!" Manny howls as he keeps pounding. I feel the wetness and jizz filling me deep inside. I look to Luke and meet his eyes. I see the horror on his face. "Oh fuck!" I say, as if pretending to be afraid that I was caught. But, it was more an expression of my orgasm unleashing. I leaned back into Manny as much as possible and sprayed my jizz in multiple shots, keeping my eyes locked on Luke. I don't know where it came from, but I let out a smirk as if to say "He's mine now, bitch." Manny was panting and hunched over me. How did he not notice Luke there? He must have been in a different world as he nutted up in me. I still felt some his dick twitching a bit. Was he still unloading in me? DOOR SLAM! Luke was gone. Manny realized something was amiss. I hid the smirk and looked back at Manny, trying to mimic the confused look on his face. I think he bought it.

As a bottom I am concentrating on the top's actions, aiming to please him and encourage him to cum fucking me. Effectively my excitement is building with the tops excitement sensing the top's movements and the sounds he's making. and get a similar euphoric rush when the top is cumming so sharing in the top's orgasm. If he pulls out and doesn't cum, I would feel empty in more ways than one and will be keen to find someone else to replace him if he's not coming back. Hence I am keen to keep him satisfied.

i am focused on the tops lust and fuck energy, on his drive to breed and leave seed deep in my hole… so i guess i am focused on the same thing he is, getting his seed deep in my cunt. there is no better sound or feeling than a guys orgasm deep inside me

WOW Where were you when I had my surgery? Supposed to be in for about 5 to 7 days and got out on the 26th day. Could have used your help a lot then. LOL

in reality it is best to follow the words from X-Files "Trust no one, Mr. Molder", just because a guy said he tested neg last week means he did or he even tested last week. It is best to assume everyone you hook up with is poz until you are 100% certain they are neg. There are risks everyday in everything we do, we just accept them and go on, as a bottom I assume the greatest share of risk from barebacking, I know this, I accept this and go on with my day

I have to agree with mostly everyone here. People that say they are neg are probably the most dangerous of all. I just got a quick test from a clinic in late July and they were quick to point out, that I am only neg 4 months prior. The complete blood panel can only tell 2 weeks prior. So the all the tests mean is they were neg to that date, not today. I just assume everyone is poz, makes everything simple. As for Meth, just google some pics of what it does to you. So many beautiful faces ruined because it.

I can't edit a previous post, so here are some more observations on the design. When scrolling on a page, the header scrolls off, then as soon as it's off screen it POPS back on screen shoving everything down again. On profiles, all of the menu items on the left are 'greyed out' (light-grey text on a lighter background). I assumed this meant, as it usually does, that those are inactive links (that's what greyed out means), or at least that there's no content behind them. When I clicked on a few, I discovered I was wrong.

5. I laid back and with my legs still in the air, slid a finger into my loose cum-slick hole. The thought of two more guys coming into fuck me had my hole twitching. My cock was still hard, but I honestly could have cared less the finger in my hole was giving me more pleasure then my cock had ever given me. “Ryan’s brother yeah,” I heard Tommy say. “You’re kidding,” one said. “Seriously, I just fucked him,” Tommy said, “Go see for yourself, I told him to stay there and wait for you two.” Eager to please my next two tops I slid another finger inside my hole and started to work at myself harder, eliciting a little moan from myself. The door opened and Liam stood shirtless in the pants he had had on last night. “Fuck, Ryan didn’t tell us his stepbrother was a cumdump.” “He wasn’t,” said Tommy coming up leading Liam’s also shirtless boyfriend Ross, still naked and a little hard, “Simon pumped a load into him last night when he was drunk. Flipped a switch inside his hole, and triggered his cum lust. You wanna get fucked again?” “Hell yes, lets go boys,” I pulled my cheeks apart showing off my cum dripping from my hole. “Think you can handle two cocks noob?” Ross asked in a thick Scottish accent. “Won’t know unless we try,” Liam added. The two Scots looked at each other and at the same time undid their pants, neither one of them was wearing underwear. If I didn’t know better I would have thought that they were brothers, both tall and dark haired with pale skin. Their broad chests both thickly haired, their abs insanely defined with broad treasure trails leading to dense pubes and thick swinging cocks. “On all fours at the bottom of the bed,” Liam demanded, his bossiness turned me on even more. I flipped onto my hands and knees and got at the bottom of the bed as the boyfriends lay down next to each other in front of me. “Well, put that pretty mouth to work and get us hard.” “Well you seem to be in good hands, have dun boys,” Tommy said and left the room, leaving the door open. I dove onto Liam’s uncut cock, swallowing as much as I could of the quickly hardening shaft as I jerked off Ross. Liam put his hands on the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. It didn’t take long for Liam to get hard in my mouth, and Ross’s cock steadily fattening as I furiously pumped his cock. “Ride my cock while you give Ross a chance at that great mouth,” Liam said pushing me off. Liam slid down so that I could squat over his cock and bend over to suck Ross’s cock still. He and I groaned together as his dick slipped into my hole. He was not as thick as Tommy but he was longer and he pressed against that second hole I had felt Ryan knocking against. “Fuck you’re hole is even hotter the Tommy’s when it’s full of cum,” Liam said as I swallowed Ross to the base his thick pubes against my face. I rode Liam’s cock as he fucked up into me, still sucking Ross’s cock. Ross’s cock kept growing in my mouth and soon was far to long for me to keep the entire thing inside my mouth. “Think you can handle two cocks in that hole of yours?” Ross said running his hands along my back to where Liam’s cock was slipping in and out of my hole. I sat up, dropping myself all the way down on Liam’s cock, he suddenly burst past that second sphincter I had been feeling before and I gasped as I said, “Try it and lets find out.” “Lean forward then,” Liam said, and pulled me close to him, my sweaty chest pressed to his. Ross jumped up and got behind me, quickly pressing his cock against my already filled hole. For a long moment it felt like he would never be able to work his cock inside of me, then for another long second felt like I was being torn in two, and then at last Ross’s cock slid in next to Liam’s till his cock sank past my second sphincter. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I kept repeating trying to get used to the feeling of both of them inside of me. “Shit you got tight fast,” Liam laughed a little breathing quickly. Ross was the first to start moving, slowly rocking his cock in and out of my hole rubbing against Liam’s cock as he did. I had thought that one cock in my hole was an astounding feeling but the two boyfriends pumping in and out of me at different speeds was a whole new experience. “He’s busy with Liam and Ross,” I head Tommy say in the other room, “But you can fuck me. I haven’t gotten a load from you in forever Ryan.” “Then bend the fuck over,” my stepbrother answered. A few minutes later the hard breathing and desperate grunts from Liam, Ross and I were joined by Tommy’s whimpers and Ryan’s moans. “Does the sound of your stepbrother breeding that hot twink’s hole turn you on,” Ross whispered in my ear. “Yes.” “How do those two big cocks feel in your hole?” “Amazing?” “Yeah?” “God yes.” “Then get ready for a real pounding.” Liam grabbed my hips and pulled me forward giving himself more leverage as Ross started to pull his cock out completely and slam it back into in one quick rough movement. I was practically screaming with pleasure now, begging them to use my hole, to wreck me, to shoot their loads into me. They fucked me harder and harder, both of them quickly becoming covered in sweat. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum,” Liam groaned, “You want my POZ load added to that messy hole?” “Shoot your load in me,” I begged. “Breed his hole, babe, lube up my cock,” Ross said goading Liam on. Liam grunted, and thrust deep into me, his cock head, along with Ross’s well past my second hole firing his load deep into my guts all over his boyfriends cock. This was too much for Ross who after a few more pumps bottomed out in my hole and launched his load in next to Liam’s. My body shook with the force of their loads and I felt my own cock begin to throb as I came without touching myself at all. Ross slowly pulled out of me and Liam’s now flaccid cock flopped out with it. I rolled off of Ross and as the pair left the room kissing felt myself passing out completely over whelmed with what had happened over the past twelve hours. It was several hours later that I woke up and rolled out of my bed. Cum dripped out of my swollen, gaping hole as I pulled my briefs up and stood to crack my back. It’s funny, I thought as I felt the backside of my briefs become damp with sperm, three weeks ago I never would have thought to let a man cum inside me, and now, I couldn’t get enough. I slid my hand down the backside of my briefs and felt my wet hole. The sounds of the others came through the closed door clearly; there were still plenty of me out there. I can go just a few more rounds, I thought, and kicked off my slightly damp underwear. In the main room I found Tommy bent over the couch with Liam’s cock deep in his furry twink hole, Ross was riding Ryan’s cock, and just as I stepped out the front door opened and Simon walked back in with a broad smile. “So from what I’ve been hearing all day you’ve turned into quite the cumdump,” he called over to me. “Ready for another, make sure it takes?” He grabbed his cock through his track pants and I nodded. This is where I end the story. If someone else wants to take over Justin’s journey from here feel free.

Just got back from a porno shop a couple miles down the street, spent two hours in a booth, naked with my ass back up to a glory hole and the booth door open so other men could come in & fuck my face. I ended up taking 7 loads in my cunt & swallowing 5 more (although two came from the same guy) before I left. Most of the men who used me were older daddies, but I slurped on a hot younger guys dick half way through, he looked like he was still in high school but I wasn't gonna complain lol. My hole is still sloppy & cummy, been keeping a plug in me so I can occasionally pull it out tonight & get a taste of anon cum until it's gone. :-P

“Sit right there boy,” he growled, “I’m going to go change and I’ll come back for you in a minute.” He left me sitting on the bench as he went to another row of lockers, my heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, somewhere in the back of my mind a little alarm bell was going off but I my lust silenced it. I needed him inside of me. My hole twitched at the thought and my cock was straining against my cumy underwear. He came back a few minutes later with a wifebeater t-shirt on and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, that didn’t quite manage to hide his bulging cock. “Follow me boy and I’ll take you home, I’ve got the whole day off and I’m going to take my sweet time wrecking your hole for anyone else.” My legs shook as I stood and I followed him on unsteady legs out of the gym. We left in silence, once on the pavement we turned the opposite direction from my house heading north up the street. He walked fast and I trotted along, trying to keep my ass clenched, not allowing a drop of cum to escape from my hole somehow knowing that would please him. His apartment was only a block away from the gym and he soon ushered me past an uninterested doorman and into an elevator. His apartment was the last one at the end of the hall, and once we were both inside the door he practically slammed it shut behind up. We stood there for a long moment, just far enough apart to not be able to touch one another. He pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing the powerful toned muscles, the pale flesh, the dark red fur, and the jet-black tattoo. My heart pounded even harder feeling as if it would burst right through my rib cage. He smiled at me and having already kicked off his shoes pushed his sweat pants to the ground. Feeling the need to mirror him, I shucked my shirt and pants standing just in my wet assed boxer briefs looking at him in all his glory his obviously erect cock fighting against the tight fabric of his white briefs. “Chuck,” he said. “What?” “My name.” “Oh, Allen.” “How many men have bred you Allen?” “Four, that’s all? Well you are more of a natural pig then I thought if you’ve only been fucked by four guys and already you’re here about to start begging for my cock,” he paused, and took a small step closer to me, “How many loads do you have in you right now?” “Four from this morning, and a few from last night. The couple that I spent the night with bred me quite a few times each,” I said, letting my naughty secrets start to spill out of me. He took another step closer, closing the gap even more, “So you’re hole is well lubed with cum, ready to take my cock.” He rubbed his crotch. “Yes,” I said breathlessly, “I want you to fuck me, I need your cock, I’ve been dreaming of your cock.” “Do you know what this means?” He pointed to his tattoo. I nodded. “What does it mean then?” “It means that you’re POZ.” “That’s right boy, are you ready to take my POZ load.” The little voice in the back of my head screamed, “RUN” a little louder but I answered, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes I’m ready to take your POZ load. I need to feel you unload your POZ cum inside my hole. I need to feel your heat filling my body. I need your cock, please fuck me.” “I told you you would be begging for my cock in a minute,” he smiled wickedly, “Take your shorts off, and then get on your knees.” I pushed my underpants down and kicked them off, falling to my knees in front of him. “Now slowly get my dick out,” I reached out and slowly pulled his briefs down till his cock strung free of the waistband. I had imagined what his cock would look like a lot, especially over the past twenty-four hours but nothing I had imagined was a glorious as the real thing. Thick and heavily veined with a thick mushroom head and a long shaft, it burst from a thicket of dark red pubes, and below which hung a pair of large cum laden balls just begging to be drained. He kicked off his briefs and said, “Well don’t just sit there and look at it get the damn thing in your mouth boy.” I opened wide and swallowed his cock as I was told. My jaw stretched wide I bobbed forward and back his cock head slipping in and out of my throat. Two large hands came to rest on the back of my head, drawing me forward slowly forcing me to keep more and more of his cock in my mouth. “Get it good and slick boy, that and the cum in your hole is all the lube you’re gonna get from me.” My hole twitched and I started bobbing faster wetting his cock with my sit. Eventually he tore his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed. Grabbing my ankles he forced my knees into my chest, leaving my hole exposed to him. His cock brushed against my well-fucked pucker, warm and hard and teasing. “Look into my eyes boy and don’t look away I wanna see the moment you first feel my POZ cock enter you register in your eyes.” I looked up at him, losing myself in his brilliant green eyes as he rubbed his spit slick cock up and down my furry crack. After just a few moments of teasing I felt the pressure zero in on my hole, becoming a focused coming to bear of strength he started to press his cock head against my hole. My ass offered little resistance and his cock head quickly began to press into my sphincter stretching it open across its bulbous top. Chuck kept his gaze locked with mine as I struggled to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head. His cock slid steadily, its way made slick by the large amount of cum that still lined my guts, inside of me. I felt as though I could feel every vein, every lump and contour of his fat cock sliding deeper and deeper into my hole. Finally all eight and a half inched had sunk into me and his ginger pubes rested against my own pale furry cheeks. “You feel that boy? Feel how easily my POZ cock slid into your hole? If you weren’t made for taking loads you would never have been able to take this fat meat so easily.” He flexed his cock inside of me, “You like having my POZ cock inside you boy?” “Yes.” “You want me to fuck you now?” “Yes.” “Breed you?” “Yes” “Yes what?” “I want you to fuck and breed me with your POZ cock.” “As you wish.” He pulled his cock from my hole in the same slow deliberate manor that he had pressed it in, allowing the head to pop out too and then with the same inescapable pressure slid back inside. The veins of his cock tickled and pulled at my hole sending electric wave up my body. I started groaning, begging him to fuck me in earnest. Chuck just smiled and kept slow fucking me for another minute before all of a sudden he slammed the full length of his cock into me with the entire force of his body behind it. I practically screamed. Then it was on, Chuck closed his eyes lost in the pleasure he got from plowing my hole, as he kept his promise of wrecking my hole for anyone else. I had never been fucked like that, I had never felt so connected to someone who was fucking my, I had never wanted someone as much as I wanted him in that moments. The room became hot and the smell of cum and sex filled the air, I felt beads of sweat drip from Chuck’s bucking body onto mine but neither of us cared. The sound of slapping flesh combined with we sloppy squish of my hole was the only sound in the room same my occasional whimper as his cock forced its way past my second sphincter. Chuck was a beast, he hammered away full force at my hole for nearly twenty minutes never missing a beat before he said, “I’m about to change your life kid. I’m going to flood your guts with the first of many POZ loads.” “Yeah give me your POZ load,” I pleaded. “Here it come slut.” Chuck bottomed out in me, the head of his flexing cock bursting past my second sphincter, his load firing deep into my guys. I felt the same heat as before but this time it was like the pleasant burn of whiskey going down your throat. Chuck’s load filled me like I had never been filled before, all of those loads before were somehow less powerful, less fulfilling. Chuck growled as he finished and ground his cock into me, working his load into my hole. “Oh my god,” I panted, “That felt amazing. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” he flexed his still hard cock inside me, “We’ll get a half dozen or so of my loads pumped into your guts and then I’ll see about getting a few other POZ tops over here to make sure it takes.” Slowly, his cock never going down or leaving my hole, he began to fuck me again.

Part 8 The basement of the sauna was a maze of dark rooms, filled with men in towels all cruising each other. I felt like an idiot for not realizing that there must be something like this in the building. The skinhead led me through the corridor - the people down here were a lot less descrete about their staring, and one or two phantom hands reached out to stroke my ass or try to get my attention, but I ignored the men and pushed through after the skinhead. There were lots of little side rooms that were just big enough for two or three people to fit in. Some had padded platforms, while others just had a padded floor. A few doors were closed, while others had one person in them, assumedly trying to lure someone in to join them. The skinhead showed me all around the basement. There were lots of different rooms: a little cinema to watch porn, sling rooms, mirrored rooms, a chill out room with a bar, and one room that was pitch black. He ended the tour in the sling room. There was a row of them, all in cubicles that didn't really serve to add any privacy. One of the slings was in use by a couple. "So, what d'ya think?" the skinhead asked at the end of his tour. "Pretty good, eh?" I nodded in agreement, while I continued to watch the couple in the sling, realizing the guy getting fucked in the sling was the same guy I'd met in the hot tub earlier, but the man fucking him wasn't the older, tattooed guy with whom he had paired off. The skinhead must have noticed me staring, as without staying a word, he put a hand on my back and guided me over towards them. We stood by the sling, and the couple didn't seem bothered my our presence, even after the skinhead took his towel off and got me to start pumping his cock. He kissed me deep while we watched the show, covering my neck in little bite marks that made me gasp. The top was a very non-discript looking person; tall, brown hair, no noticeable marks on his body. The only memorable thing about him was the borderline-roaring noise he made when he came. When he pulled out, I saw a glistening little drop of his cum drip off the tip of his dick. They hadn't been using a condom either. The top didn't wait around after he finished, disappearing without a word. The bottom stayed in the sling, playing with his cock. The skinhead leaned and whispered in my ear "What do you want to do?" I bit my lip. There was a thought in my head, but it was something that felt gross. "Whatever it is," he said, slightly louder, "I doubt he'll object. Will you?" he asked of the guy in the sling, who, not surprisingly, shook his head with a greedy smile on his face. I thought about it a few seconds more. My cock was rock hard at the thought, as was the pierced cock I held in my hand. 'Why the fuck not?' was the last thing I thought before stepping forwards and dropping to my knees.

I enjoy a painful fuck mostly when I'm fucked up and being dominated. I love the sensation of burning and stretching I feel when my over abused hole gets drilled another time by a cock or hand. I remember once after a night of fisting, resting in my room with the door open and a guy walked past and stopped at my door. I'd quit for the night because my hole was all puffed up and painful, but this dude looked hungry and his cock filled his jockstrap.... He walked in and I was on my back, naked. I spread my legs so he could check out my wreked hole. When his fingers made contact with the bloated flesh, I felt a burning hunger to let him do what he wanted. I moaned and hissed to let him know my hole hurt, but that I loved the pain. I took a big hit of poppers and he slid three fingers to the third knuckle into me. The pain of getting fingered and fucked right up to the edge of my pain threshold was amazing. To this day my hole twitches when I think of how the heat and the hunger mix...

Came across this post that defines a Power Bottom and could not agree with it more: http://www.gayguys.com/2014/07/real-definition-power-bottom/

That's the way to go. Start with your own piss and drink it regularly. You can use a glass or make it a fun game like trying to piss in your own mouth in the shower . Start off with diluted piss, i.e.: Avoid the first piss of the morning, which is usually quite strong. Instead drink more (lots of water) than usual before piss play. Nutrition has an effect on the taste of your piss. Most guys find that fruit(juice)s and especially diet sodas (most artificial sweeteners pass through your body undigested, thus sweetening your piss) have a rather pleasant effect. Certain types of fish and asparagus are often considered nasty. Beer piss is a taste one needs to aquire, but over time many guys enjoy it greatly.

I'm a Black guy and I cannot ever imagine being called "nigger" as a turn on. I generally don't use it in my everyday life unless I'm super angry or quoting a song. Maybe its because I'm mostly a top, but it would be an instant turn off during those times I wanted to bottom. My partner is white and the only time he has ever called me that is out of intense anger. I allot him one angry n-bomb per a year. I would encourage anyone thinking of using this during sex with a Black guy to ask if he'd be okay with it well before the action starts. It would be a total deal breaker for me.

I am a chronic cheater too. My neg partner is really straight laced and does NOT approve of "open" relationships. He's caught me cheating at least 5 times...but he still forgives me and I try after being caught to be "good"....for about 3-4 months theni'm back to my old ways....

I suppose with the OraQuick test available in the USA, that strategy is now a realistic possibility in your country. Bought in groups of 3 they’re about $25 per test, making it $50 per evening of fun. I very much doubt many will adopt that approach for for a phone app or online hook-up. And what do you do during the 20 minutes while fretting and waiting for the results? Neck maybe, but not let it get hot enough to loose track of time, or move on to the main event, before the test results are in. Defiantly set an alarm so the results don't unchecked in time. For a ASAP connection, I would truly fear for the mental, and physical heath of the guy who discovered his Poz status in that situation. The other guy would probably kick him to the curb, or run out the door if the newly discovered Pozzie was the host. And based on my personal experience when I have revealed my status, there would be some pretty nasty assertions made about his moral character. There is the possibility of the Neg guy turning violent. While the kits include a 1-800 number to call for post test counselling, would the man who ejected the newly discovered Poz guy even give him that info? The mindset would be totally different than an individual having chosen to test privately in his own home. Someone taking his own life, could be a possible outcome for in home testing with all tricks.

I am not a pizza delivery boy but I can assure u this "60 year old big black brute" still exist all around us. I met one few yrs ago after partying at friend's as I roamed streets horny, he spotted me. Invited me home, fucked me to his satisfaction then shared with a younger black boy. He was so not my type physically but had a huge cock and he fucked me sooo good. He even popped my "second hole" and bred me there.

I almost threw my laptop across the room when I jumped up. I'd almost given up on ever seeing Sam again. He'd stopped returning my texts and I didn't care for a second why he was at our home when I leapt into his arms. He endured my excitement until it had calmed. When I finally pulled back, I noticed his eyes were on Chance. There wasn't any anger lingering behind them. They emanated something, but I wasn't sure what. I was just happy to see his face again, since the last time it was swollen and tear stained. Chance stood from his seat and turned to face us. His face was unreadable. I stepped back, unsure of what was coming. It seemed like a power struggle. Thickened air was rolling around the room. Sam stepped very slowly towards Chance as Chance began maneuvering around the couch. Time stopped for a minute. I held my breath, unsure of what was about to happen. Chance got to the reverse side of the couch and stopped. Sam hesitated. Chance held his arms open and burst into a smile, "welcome home." Sam ran into Chance's embrace, letting loose a ******* of tears. I smiled to myself. He was back! Within a couple days, Chance was back to his normal self, feeling better. He'd given Sam his gifts, much to Sam's delight. That weekend, Chance made reservations at one of the classiest restaurants in town. Dressed to the nines, we stood waiting for the table. Typically in public, we refrained from displays of affection, not wanting to draw attention to our less-than-typical relationship. That night though, we were bold and uncaring what anybody else thought. We did gather some pretty interesting glances when Chance sat on the bench, flanked on either side, holding hands with both of us. We'd stood in the face of adversity and came out with newfound strength. It was our night to celebrate and reap the rewards. Dinner was amazing, dessert: remarkable. Toward the end of the meal, Sam confessed his whereabouts during his self-imposed exile. He'd been staying at a few friends' places. He came to realize how miserable he'd been without us; how nothing Chance had said would be unfulfilled. Somewhere in between the second and third week, the ache for primal acts of lust crept into his mind and he found himself trying to get ahold of previous lays. His thirst for a cum slopped ass was too overwhelming for him to manage. That's when he made the decision to return, though he waited another week to be sure. "Well I'm glad you came back," Chance confessed, "I missed you." I smiled at the honesty in his voice. We finished at the restaurant and went home. It was dusk and Chance went straight into the bedroom after entering the house. Sam and I kicked off our shoes. Chance had closed the door to the bedroom and locked it. Sam and I exchanged glances, wondering what was up. Moments later, Chance emerged and there was a visible glow emanating from the bedroom. His expression signaled caution. We stepped towards him and showed no fear. Face to face with Chance, I ran my hands over the lapel of his dinner jacket. This was it, the last few moments before diving head first into a new life. I thought I'd be afraid, paralyzed, and unable to continue. But looking into Chance's eyes, I felt nothing but peace. Chance took our hands in his. Backing slowly, he lead us into the bedroom, which had been illuminated with candles. Resting on the bed was a glass pipe, a lighter and a bottle of poppers, neatly rested on a small hand towel. Chance's smile was vibrant with energy. We stood before him as he soaked in the sight of us, dressed up and ready to take the plunge. He turned around and took the glass pipe into his hands. He offered it to Sam first, who took it carefully into his hands and lit it up. As he twisted it and the tiny rocks began to melt, smoke filled the cavity. Sam drew the smoke in slowly, and held it. Chance took Sam by the back of the head and pressed their lips together. Sam exhaled the smoke into Chance's lungs and immediately began feeling the effects of the drug. I watched his eyes roll back into his head and his shoulders relax. Chance exhaled, then offered the pipe to me. I repeated the process and passed it to Sam. Then Chance with me. Within minutes we were all fucked up. Chance began taking off his jacket and I put my hand on his chest. He pulled it back over his shoulders and I gently nudged him onto his back. He landed on the bed and stretched out. Sam and I crawled up next to him, I fiddled with his belt, quickly unfastening it and grabbing the button of his pants. Sam pulled the zipper down as I stuck my hand into his pants, freeing the hardening monster inside. I paused and looked at it, knowing it was about to infect me. I watched a huge drop off precum build up at the tip. I looked up at Chance, who was watching intently. I took the shaft of his cock into one hand, ran the other up his shirt, feeling his well shaped abs. I brought my lips down on his piss slit and gave the head of his cock a peck, smearing my lips with his tainted precum. It was a small gesture, but it spoke volumes. I was showing him that I love him, no matter what. He smiled and eased his head back onto the comforter. I broke the cock kiss and licked my lips. I don't know why, but I expected it to taste different. I was delighted to find it was just as sweet as ever. I aimed his cock toward Sam, who eagerly popped the head into his mouth. He began to bob on it, letting his mouth sink down half way before pulling back up slowly. Chance grunted into the air and opened one eye to look at me. I crawled up to meet his gaze and began to kiss him with a passion unlike any before. I felt tingly all over and felt the temperature sky rocket in my veins. It may have been the drugs, but I like to think it was built up sexual tension. Having gone over a month since getting any was igniting a wildfire in my body. Chance began pulling off my clothes, popping the buttons off my shirt and tearing the fabric of my undershirt to expose my bare skin to the chilled air of our bedroom. "I wanna taste that pussy baby," he whispered coarsely as he began grabbing at the fabric over my ass. In one strong tug, I felt the seam of my slacks give way, exposing the brightly colored underwear I had on. Another tug and those were in tatters too. He helped guide me over his face, lining his mouth up with my hole. I looked down to see Sam's lips pressed firmly against the skin around the base of Chance's cock. Suddenly, with a long, slow drag of the tongue, Chance began eating me out. Instinctively, my hole contracted briefly before relaxing on his tongue. It had been far too long since I'd been stretched open, so his tongue struggled to push inside me. He was starved for my ass and before I knew it, my hole was soaked with spit. I felt my hole relax more and Chance's tongue pushed the tight muscles encircling my hole open. I reached behind me and pulled Chance closer, completely burying his face in my bubble butt. Sam was voraciously deep-throating Chance at this point and his face was getting covered in his own spit. After a while doing this, Chance pushed me up enough to tell us to change positions. I maneuvered myself into my stomach and Sam joined me, overlapping his leg over mine so we were hip to hip. Chance ripped a hole in Sam's pants too, finding that Sam was commando. I leaned over and started kissing Sam as Chance began eating him out. Not wanting to ignore anyone that night, Chance ran his fingers over my quenched hole. Sam moaned into my mouth and I knew Chance was tongue fucking him. At this point, Chance roughly jammed two fingers in me. Flinching, I noticed that Chance was curling his fingers inside me, followed by a slight tinge of pain. I responded by arching my back, imposing his fingers deeper in me. After a few minutes, he switched, tongueing me while fingering Sam. Chance worshipped our holes non-stop for over an hour until both Sam and I were beyond desperate for more. Abruptly, Chance pulled off us and I looked over my shoulder. He was pulling off the remnants of Sam's clothing. I noticed he was sweating and his fingers were leaving red trails on Sam's white shirt. High as fuck, it took a moment for me to process that it was blood. One if us was bleeding from his finger fucking, maybe both. Chance finished undressing me, then Sam and I stripped Chance. The room was scorchingly hot. We were all dripping sweat. Sam and I laid back on the bed and Chance stood in front of us, glancing back and forth. "Guess we're at the hard part," Chance said. I looked up at him quizzically. "Who goes first?" I chuckled and said, "Sam can if he wants." I wanted to watch my knight get truly bred. Sam responded by laughing and pulling me on top of him, so I was straddling him. Chance took Sam's cock and aimed it at my hole. Goosebumps rose all over my skin. I felt the fat head of Sam's 8 inch cock push past my first sphincter and I greedily swallowed the entire thing. My moan filled the room. I bent down and kissed Sam, arching my back some so Chance had a clear image of my hole stretched over Sam's neg cock for the last time. It proved to be more than Chance could handle and before I react, I felt the head of Chance's cock begin to push Sam's aside. My hole took forever to let him in. An audible pop, followed by a pleasant burn around my hole told me Chance was in. Had we not smoked from the pipe, I probably would have been in a significant amount of pain. Chance pulled me up, wrapping his arms around my chest and lifting. I closed my eyes, wondering how I'd be able to process vision in addition to the tremendous stretch I was enduring. I took a deep breath in through my nose and felt the chill vapors from the poppers Chance was holding up to my face. Instantly, I felt my hole relax and I started to work my way down their shafts. Chance took my movement as a sign I was ready and with one swift thrust, buried as much of his cock into my rectum as possible. Anther thrust posted him past my second sphincter. The third and he was hilted. At this point, he froze, allowing me a moment to adjust. The moment wasn't long enough, and before I knew it, my hole was getting plowed hard. I grabbed the sheets and Sam pulled me down into his arms, planting kisses on my lips to help comfort me of the intensity of sessions I was enduring. After a few minutes, my hole dilated enough to accommodate their cocks and the warm burn became a pulsing pleasure. My moans and the sounds of an intense double fuck filled the room. You know the ones, the sloppy, slightly echoed, sloshing from having two big cocks in you. Chance was sweating more now, the drops colliding with my back. At one point, the two of them synchronized their thrusts so that Chance would be pushing in as Sam pulled out. Sam started talking in a raspy voice, "how's that big poz cock feel in there babe?" "Fucking perfect," I couldn't say more, too focused on the sensations. He continued though, me nodding and grunting in response. "Remember? The last time we played with T? How long it took for Chance to cum? Two hours at least right? You gonna take it that long? Gonna be a good bitch for us baby? You want that poz cum in you don't you? Do anything for it? Your hole is so wet babe, so sloppy. Feels so good." Soon, Chance joined into the dirty talk, "Sam's right babe, it's gonna take a while for me to blast this poz cum in you. You wanna stop?" I almost screamed my response, "NO! FUCK NO! DON'T STOP! EVER!" They kept fucking me for over an hour, fueling each other's dirty talk, which encouraged Chance to keep going. After an hour, my hole went completely slack, dragging the ruined ring of muscle along their shafts with each thrust. Chance and Sam seized the opportunity and started wildly fucking me. I lost track of time then, blanketed from the world in our fuck fest. God-knows-how-long later, I felt a tension rise in my gut, that inched it's way over my entire body. Like someone turned on a light inside me, it exploded, and I began blasting cum all over Sam's face and chest. As I cried out wildly, my hole spasmed on their cocks, pushing Chance over the edge. He held my hips firmly in place and drove every bit of cock in as deep as he could before blasting my insides with white hot toxic cum. It flooded into me so hard; I could feel it splash against the walls of my depths. Chance finished cumming and remained buried in me, securely plugging my hole with their cocks. He wanted to make sure his sperm wouldn't somehow escape the cavern they'd made of my hole. Time slowed down and it felt like we stayed like that for hours, though it was probably more along the line of twenty minutes. Once Chance started pulling his cock out, he began spanking my right cheek, so I'd tighten up and not lose more cum than necessary. Once his cock popped out, he held it at the entrance to my hole for a minute. He shifted his weight and showed me his phone. He'd taken a picture of his cock, pink with cum and blood, with Sam's cock sporting a giant drip of cum on the shaft where my puffy ass lips clung to it. Immediately, he told me to spin around so I was facing him. It took a moment, because I was dizzy with lust. Then he had Sam roll us over so I was under him, with his cock firmly lodged in my freshly bred hole. He told me to hold Sam's muscular ass open. I grabbed Sam's cheeks and pulled them as far apart as I could. Chance rammed four fingers into Sam and roughly fucked him with them, sinking down to his thumb with each thrust. Without skipping a beat, he ripped his fingers out and stuffed his cock in. Sam groaned loudly and bit my neck. I pushed my hole back onto his cock, feeling the trimmed pubes tickling my swollen hole. I stayed there as Chance began working up a fuck frenzy. Chance aggressively plowed into Sam, relentless, like he was trying to fuck a hole through him. Chance grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, planting a dominating kiss on his mouth, jamming his tongue down Sam's throat. I lay under him, feeling the kinetic energy of Chance's thrusts in Sam's cock. Every so often I'd feel his cock expand and contract and I began grinding my hips against him. I wanted to massage his cock head into the cum drenched walls of my hole. Chance felt this and started talking dirty, "That feel good baby?" Sam moaned, "Does his hole feel nice on that cock?" Another moan, "you like having your cock soak in my poz cum don't you baby boy? You love it. You're anxious to have your own hole infected too. You wanted it all along baby. You wanted to catch the bug. Didn't you?" Sam moaned loudly, and Chance thrust particularly hard into him, "say it. Tell me the truth about why you let anyone fuck you." Sam whined, "Fuck baby! Yes, I want to be poz, I want to take any and all cocks. I've always wanted it. I need it! Please baby! Give it to me!" That was all the encouragement Chance needed. He started railing Sam's hole, pounding him into me. I grabbed the sheets and pulled, but unable to move, I was forced to stay put. Chance continued fucking Sam for well over three hours before he finally shot off in him. Sam was so turned on that he blasted his last neg load into my hole, mixing with Chance's. Once he'd calmed down, Chance popped his cock out and plugged Sam with the largest plug he could fit in him. He wanted it to massage his DNA into Sam's torn walls. Unable to sleep, we spent the rest of the weekend taking turns fucking one another. Chance let us fuck him for the first time. It was the best weekend of my life. The one where I knew I'd always have Sam and Chance, not just emotionally, but in my blood. And that was the best feeling of all.

Sam stood slowly after a brief moment of silence. He walked into the bedroom and Chance stayed firmly planted in place. I struggled with processing what Chance had just said. I decided I'd think about it later. I ran to the bedroom and found Sam tearfully putting his clothes back into his luggage. I stood in the frame of the door until he noticed me. He must have seen the fear in my eyes. He spoke first, "I'm going to a friend's for a bit." "How long is a bit?" "I don't know. I need to think." "Can I come?" I didn't know what else to say. "I think it's best if you go find somewhere else to stay, you need to think too," my heart sank. "Will you be back?" I was fighting back tears now. This hurt. More than I could imagine. "I'll come back when I know what to do," he went back to packing, his expression was resolute, determined. He was done talking. I sat on the bed and tried to process. There was too much going on. I couldn't handle it. I sat there while Sam finished packing. He flung his bag over his shoulder and walked in front of me. I looked up at him, eyes bloodshot and hurt. He knelt down in front of me and rested his forehead against mine. Sam tilted his chin and kissed me. He quickly rose and walked out the door. I heard the front door shut and I sat staring at the floor. After a moment, Chance's shadow filled the door frame. I mustered up all the courage I could manage and asked him to leave. He didn't budge. I felt a blaze of fury run through my system and I grabbed the closest thing to me, an alarm clock. I threw that fucker as hard as I could at Chance. Without batting an eye, he caught it and threw it over my head at the wall behind me. It shattered, sending cogs and springs everywhere. He calmly walked into the room. I stood, suddenly afraid. His pace held no aggression, no anger. He seemed at peace. I backed up. Soon I was against the wall, shaking. He stopped less than a foot away from me. He moved to bring his hand to mine and I reflexively withdrew. His hand took mine and he gently pulled me into his arms. I broke down. "It's ok baby. It's ok." I took a few days off from work to get myself together. I must have smoked about six packs in those three days. I was constantly checking my phone, waiting for some kind of response from Sam. Ryan stopped by to apologize during that time, and they talked about what had happened while I fucked around on the computer. It was very quiet those few days. As much as I didn't want to admit it, Chance's confession was spot on correct. I didn't like the thought of contracting HIV, but it was undeniable that I would eventually. After a week with no word from Sam, I started to grow accustomed to the situation. Every day, Chance would leave and return with gifts for me and Sam. I asked why he purchased them for Sam, and he argued that Sam was still a part of this relationship, until Sam tells us otherwise. I begrudgingly accepted the gifts, still unsure about my own status on the relationship. After two weeks, I finally got a call from Sam asking me to pack up more of his clothing and to meet him at a coffee shop to deliver them. He told me not to tell Chance we were meeting. I sat in the coffee shop for over an hour before Sam arrived. Once he did, he thanked me for bringing him his stuff, grabbed the bag and left. I didn't even get to say a word. I went home that night and for the first time in years, I jacked off. Its interesting to follow your thought patterns while masturbating. Mine seemed to be centered around getting pozzed. After the orgasm subsided, I was left in a sticky mess of inner conflict. The next week, Chance got extremely sick. He stayed home from work, unable to get out of bed. I wondered if this was the result of that night almost a month ago. The second night of his illness, Chance's puking was keeping me up. I actually felt bad for him, so after a few times, I stopped him on his way out of the bathroom. He'd been sleeping on the couch since the incident. He apologized for waking me and I pulled the covers down. He stopped to consider what I was implying. "Get in bed," I didn't ask, "I'm not going to get any sleep either way, so I'll give you a pass for the night." Chance nodded and approached the bed. He was wearing sweats and a tank top. As he climbed in between the sheets, I felt a wash of heat radiating from him. His fever was high as hell. Realizing I was in about to sleep with a heater, I sat up and started pulling his shirt off. He seemed confused by my actions. Next came his sweats. After he'd been stripped to his underwear, I pulled off my shirt too. He laid back seemed tense. I snaked my arm under his neck and curled up behind him. I realized how much I missed feeling his skin against mine and before I could register what I was doing, I placed a soft kiss on the back of his neck. I held my breath, waiting to see if he reacted. "Thank you for letting me sleep with you tonight, baby. I love you," he whispered. I continued holding my breath. Silence echoed through the room. I knew it probably hurt his feelings; it even hurt mine a little. But I knew that saying it back would commit me to more than I was ready for. And that got me thinking. How would I know I'd be ready for it? Maybe there wasn't any point in fighting it. It's not the worst thing that could happen to me. I called out of work the next day, and slept the majority of the day. When I woke up, Chance was laying on the couch, blanket pulled over his head. Unsure if he was awake or not, I quietly went into the kitchen and made myself some food. I ate it on the counter, checking my phone. When I'd finished, I jumped. Chance was leaning against the fridge, watching me. "Good morning," he said. I smiled at him and through his fevered state, he managed to smile with surprising brightness. It'd been almost a month since I had actually seen him smile like that. I felt my knees weaken. My face flushed and I turned away from him. Next thing I knew, arms were encircling my hips and a breathy voice filled my ears. "It's ok. You know you still love me," my knees weakened again. Once again, he was right. I felt my defences crumble under his embrace. He held me a moment before he turned and left to go to the restroom again. I stood in the kitchen and had to quell the blood rushing to my cock. I found myself confused and flustered by what just happened. I quickly put the dishes in the sink and went into the bedroom. Chance's heaving was audible through the closed door. I sorely turned the handle and pushed open the door. Chance was on all fours puking. He seemed fragile in that moment. He glanced up at me before burying his face back in the bowl. I moved to him and crouched down beside him. I gently placed my hand on his shoulder blade and caressed him. After finding a moment of stomach peace, Chance looked me in the eyes, "are you going to leave me?" In This moment of weakness, I understood how afraid he'd been the past month. His confidence was fragmented. He was doing his best to hide it, to remain in control of his emotions. "Finish puking your brain's out, and we'll go talk." He nodded and put his face back in the toilet.

As soon as we were unstrapped and hollowed of the dildo, Sam took off out the door. I shot Chance a look of disgust and followed suit. Ryan met us outside and before Chance could join us, we were driving away. The ride was silent, none of us knowing what to say. Chance had betrayed the trust we'd placed in him. Even Ryan seemed conflicted by the event. He pulled up to the front of the house and Sam threw open the car door and slammed it shut. Ryan rested his forehead in his hands and exhaled before turning to me. "You guys probably want some time to yourselves," his eyes were compassionate and soft, a look I'd never seen in him before. I stared for a moment, feeling the rage build up inside me. "Fuck you," I practically screamed as I threw open the door and began walking to the door. Halfway up the path, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It made be flinch and I turned to face Ryan. "I didn't know this was going to happen, babe," he was trying to quell his wrath. I didn't care. I turned again and continued to the door. I threw it open and Sam was packing a bag with clothing. "Don't leave Sam, please? I can't do this without you." I started to shake. Everything was falling apart. I walked to him and took his hands. He pulled them away, quickly. I stood staring at him, shocked that he reacted like this. He'd never been cold to me. His eyes looked to the door, where Ryan stood. "What the fuck do you want?" Sam yelled, throwing a shirt to the floor. "I didn't do shit with this Sam! Guys! I'm serious! I didn't know this was going to happen!" Ryan was trying his best to remain calm, but his anger was pervading his face. Sam pushed past me, throwing me against the wall hard, and grabbed Ryan by the front of his shirt. "You knew damn well what the fuck was happening. You stood there and watched. You fucking took part in it!" He swung hard and clocked Ryan in the ribs. I jumped up and ran to Sam, trying to pull him off. Everybody was yelling. I felt a sharp jab I'm my gut and fell back, trying to draw air into my lungs but to no prevail. I looked up to see Ryan pin Sam against the wall and pull his arm back. He clenched his fist and like lightning, decked Sam square in the jaw. I tried to stand, but I was too weak. Sam slumped to the floor and started crying. I managed to get one good deep breath. "Get the fuck out of my house!" I expended the entirety of my lungs in that command. Ryan looked to me and see the zeal in my face. He picked up his keys and ran to his car, slamming the door hard. His engine whirred as he sped off. Sam lay sobbing on the floor, blood coming from his nose. I got my bearings and stood cautiously, walking to the fridge. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and returned to the trembling form of my boy. I cautiously applied the ice to his face and caressed his hair. "Please don't leave me Sam, I need you." The words escaped my lips at a whisper. A moment passed in silence. "I don't know what to do anymore," Sam confessed. "I feel like I'm being ripped in two." I helped him off the floor and onto the couch. I laid on my side and rested my head on his lap. I felt a drop or two of blood hit my cheek but couldn't find the strength to wipe it away. I felt so weak, exhausted. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, the light from outside was blinding. I sat up and Sam looked to me. "Hey baby," he whispered. The affection in his voice soothed my fears over him leaving. His face hadn't swelled too much, but it was obvious he'd been fighting. I looked around cautiously. Unsure if I was ready to see Chance yet, I found relief that there was no indication he'd returned. "Did you sleep?" I asked Sam, who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No. Couldn't." Understandable, I thought. "So what do we do now?" I was afraid of the answer. "First, I apologize for hitting you. You don't deserve that." I looked down, acknowledging the ache in my side. "Then we wait, I guess." I nodded and slowly made my way to the kitchen. There was blood in the entrance, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it. I grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and returned to the couch. We started eating them and neither of us spoke. Whatever happened, it seemed we'd be going at it together. The minutes turned to hours that day. The house seemed so quiet. Lifeless. Or maybe that was just an externalization of what I felt. I found it upsetting that Chance hadn't returned to bear the results of his actions. He might have stayed at a friend's house. I found myself worrying, which surprised me. Late in the evening, as the sun was setting, we heard a car pull up. We looked to one another, both unknowing of what would be said or done. The next few minutes were long. So very long. They clung to the clock like honey. Finally, we heard keys jingle, the latch tick, and the gasp of air as the door opened. I turned my head. Sam didn't move. Chance filled the door frame, holding two bouquets of flowers. I felt sorry for him. It was going to take more than flowers to remedy this. He wore the same clothes as the night before. His hair was undone and lazily brushed down. I made eye contact with him, unyielding in expression. He knew how hurt I was. He moved to the front of the room, took in the sight of us. Sam's bruised face and my side elicited a look of surprise from him. He set the flowers on the coffee table. Sam stood quickly. "Sit down, Sam." Chance's voice was low and gentle. Sam turned and took a step away. "I said sit the fuck down." No longer gentle, Chance's voice blasted through the house. Sam paused, unsure of his next move. "Please," Chance almost whispered. A deep breath escaped Sam before he returned to the couch. He seemed to be choosing his word carefully, as there was hesitation in his voice, "You're mad. I know this. Hate me probably. But you're not seeing everything right." Sam rolled his eyes, I looked to the floor, "if you're going to break up our home, do it for the right reason." This cought my attention, and I looked up to him. He waited till Sam made eye contact before he continued, "Look at how you go through guys Sam," I held my breath, this wasn't going to be pretty. "You know it was just a matter of time before someone infected you. And then it'd be a waiting game till he got it," he looked at me. I broke eye contact. "I'll be fucking damned if some guy bugs you because he lied to you. If either of you get this, it should be by your choice and by someone who loves you and will take care of you after." Tension in my shoulders eased. I eyed Chance cautiously, none the less. Sam's leg was bouncing. He was aggravated and understandably so. As pissed off as he was about what Chance said, there was no denying its validity. We've all been borrowing time. And apparently that time was now up. Chance continued, "So the way I see it, you can either accept this change and stay with someone who loves you very much and who wants you to be yourselves. Or you can leave and either continue playing Russian roulette with your tricks, or live afraid of who you really are. Choice is yours." Well fuck.

We were sitting in the steam room at the gym, Chance and I. I'd always liked the steam, the way it made my high feel. Smoke a bowl, patter my way through a workout, jump in the steamer. We were nice and sweaty when Chance mentioned going out. "We should go do something tonight." "Like what?" He cocked his eyebrow, "Bathhouse?" I felt my hole shudder at the thought. It wasn't uncommon for Chance to take Sam or I to the bathhouse for our sexual congresses. I think he got off on watching the guys watch us. He's always prompted us to look our best when we arrive. He liked having trophies, especially trophies with surprises. Essentially he wants you to lust after our tight asses, then ruin your fantasy by revealing how wrecked he's kept our holes. It's a power play to him. I can only grunt a response, lost in my hazy memories of previous visits. Our eyes locked momentarily and it broke me from my trance. He looked down at his cock, which was slowly stiffening, then looked back at me, eyes loaded with expectation. I took the cue and maneuvered myself between his legs on the bench below him. Not in any rush, I slowly teased the insides of his thighs with my tongue, tasting the salty sweet sweat he was building up. I ran my hands up his legs, feeling the curvature of his calves, then his hamstrings. I moved my head in closer to his hips and breathed in the intoxicating smell of his ball sweat. It affected me like poppers and I started lapping at his balls, gently taking them into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them. It was my way of thanking them for producing the cum I have grown to crave. His cock was standing proud at a full, thick eleven inches, the weight of it resting on my face as I worshipped his balls. Thoroughly satisfied with the tongue bath they'd received, I started a long slow drag of the tongue up his shaft. At the base, he began a long, slow moan. I gripped his legs tightly and made my way to the head. The sensitive under belly of the shaft radiated pleasure through his body. He shuddered and before the ripple of pleasure finished running through his veins, I had engulfed his head with my mouth, eliciting a loud, guttural groan, surely audible from inside. I began working his cock carefully, drawing moans from him with ease. He filled his hands with my hair and started helping to guide me asking his shaft. He pulled on it gently, wringing it of the saturated sweat it held. It coursed down my spine, tingling and stimulating the muscles it contacted. It reached the top of my ass and slowed momentarily. Instinctively, I arched my back and the motion caused it to begin a tediously slow drip down the crack of my ass. I held my breath and filled my throat with Chance's cock. The stream of sweat hit my exposed hole, causing it to dilate and retract abruptly. I moaned lewdly, vibrating Chance's cock. He pulled me off his cock, letting the spit and precum create a string between my mouth and his cock. I moved up to kiss him and then got up to leave. I shakily rose to grab a towel and follow him through the columns of lockers. The other guys changing watched Chance proudly strut to his locker, fully erect with me following closely behind, shamefully covering myself with the towel. They watched him dress in awe and jealousy over his physique. We dressed and headed home. A steady stream of smoke was wafting from the underside of the door to the house. It had the sweet pungent aroma of weed and we exchanged glances before entering. Opening the door, we were greeted by a wave of smoke and soft moans. Framed by the window behind, the silhouette of a man on his back getting fucked by another filled our vision. It took a moment for our eyes to adjust to the shift in light. Once they had, we saw that Sam was getting fucked by our long time friend, Ryan. Ryan was another alpha male in our group, trumped only by Chance. He played rougher than Chance and was a great deal of fun in group play. Closer examination showed the two passing smoke between each other as Ryan pounded away at Sam's hole. A bong was sitting on the table. Chance and I went into the kitchen to get dinner ready while they finished. After a roaring orgasm from Ryan, Sam came in the kitchen, completely naked. He opened the fridge and bent down to grab something from the back of it. A stream of cum running down his thigh indicated that Ryan either had multiple goes or Sam had multiple guests during our workout. Neither of which really surprised me. Upon seeing this, I quickly grabbed his hips and dropped to my knees. A close look at the swollen, cum splattered lips of his ass made me salivate. I planned my lips around his hole and took in a deep breath, sucking out his stored loads. His soft whimper was followed by a gentle push of the muscles, filling my mouth with cum. I stood, spanked him and flipped him around, pushing him against the fridge. I kissed him, tonguing the cum into his mouth. Ryan and Chance stood watching, striking their cocks till we finished. Swallowing, I turned back to the food I was preparing as if nothing happened. During dinner, Chance announced our plans for the night, and Ryan readily agreed to join. We finished eating dinner and got ready, thoroughly cleaning ourselves out. Chance took longer than usual in the shower and we concluded that he wanted to look especially hot that night. We quickly jumped in Ryan's Jeep and be started driving. During the trip, Chance was glued to his phone. I saw Sam try to look over his shoulder, but it seemed that he didn't see anything and sat back, placed his hand on my knee and checked out. The outside of the baths was nothing special, a red door with an 18+ sign taped to it. I took the handle and felt a warm rush course through me. Adrenalin probably. The guy behind the counter was a friend of Sam's. It was unclear if it was some guy he'd banged, or just a friend, but he let us in regardless, handing Chance a small Ziploc bag, the contents of which we couldn't see. We followed behind him, descending the narrow, darkly lit staircase into the pits. We walked past a group using a twink's holes. They paused to watch us pass. I felt a stir in my stomach. The smell of sex was awakening my inner whore. We got to the middle of the maze, a large amphitheater-like room with a bed centered in the middle. This was where Chance wanted us. He wanted an audience for tonight. Sam and I sat on the bed. Chance and Ryan nodded and we began kissing. They turned and left, leaving Sam and I alone in the space. We kept kissing and gripping each other's clothes, tugging and pulling them away from or skin, but not removing them. Within minutes, a few guys stumbled into the room. We continued making out, getting thrilled at their watching. Suddenly, the room began filling up with horny guys of all types. The ambient music hushed and the room darkened. Silence filled the room. We stopped kissing momentarily, wondering what was going on. A single light flashed on above us and Chance stood behind us, Ryan in front and two other guys we didn't recognize on either side. Chance had a microphone. He spoke into it. "Welcome guys! You've all been asked here to witness something incredible. I'm certain you've noticed a higher cover tonight than usual, but we have a show for you." Applause. He continued, "Tonight you're going to watch the most intimate thing a man can do for another. Tonight. One of these fine young men on stage will be going home...different." Sam and I exchanged glances cautiously. Something was up. What did he mean different? I felt my heart stop momentarily. Chance turned and smiled at us. I felt my concern melt. I trusted him monumentally. Sam relaxed too. Whatever it was, he wanted it and that's ok. Chance reached to his back pocket and pulled out the baggie. It had four small pills of varying color. He fingered the bag open and thumbed out two pills. He spoke into the mic again. "These two little sluts in the bed are my boyfriends." He handed each of us a pill and introduced us by our full names to the guys around the room. Mine was blue. "The gentleman across from me is Ryan. He's going to help me keep these boys primed and ready for our little show. To my right is Ryan's brother, who's here to assist in case of a struggle. He's very adapt with bondage, you see." We dry swallowed the pills. They clearly were e and they left a strong chemical taste in the back of my throat. "Across from him is the man who will...shall we say...transform the lucky guy tonight. Let's hear it for Shane!" At that point the crowd cheered loudly. I turned and looked him over. He was wearing a black leather harness, a real bull of a man. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was a mean looking son of a bitch. "Let's get this party started!" Chance turned to us and smiled widely. "Kiss. Make love with each other till I tell you otherwise." He'd pulled the mic away so only we could hear him. Sam pulled me into him and started kissing me passionately. He took the front of my shirt in his hands and with a strong tug, tore it from my body. I pushed him back, pulling the buttons off his shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed to the room. The men grew quiet. We were grinding on one another as the music started. I recognized the dirty beat. It was a trashy, trashy song by one of those famous DJs. We found ourselves taking on the music's tone with our movements. Sam was incredibly assertive with his groping. He tugged my pants off and I reciprocated. Soon we were naked, grinding our cocks against each other, precum soaking our stomachs. The drugs seemed to hit all at once. The lights seemed inconceivably bright, and I suddenly wished they were dimmer. As the song ended, Chance spoke to the crowd again, "How you guys doing it there?" The yells and clapping indicated that they were pleased with Sam and my actions. "You ready for us to move into something else?" Another round of cheers. Chance nodded and turned to us again. "On all fours boys, face to face. Don't stop kissing." We changed positions and the four men around us changed positions. Chance took his place behind me, pulling up a duffel bag I didn't see him bring in. Ryan moved behind Sam, also pulling out a bag. They opened it and from over Sam's shoulder I saw toy after toy held up for the audience to see. Suddenly I felt something warm and extremely wet against my hole. I grabbed the back of Sam's head and held him close. Something pushed against my hole, small, a finger probably. I had relaxed enough to let it in when I felt my hole stretch open significantly. A moment later and Chance's fist sunk into me. I broke the kiss momentarily to cry out in surprise, but Sam pulled me back into the kiss. He flinched and moaned into my mouth. I couldn't see what was in him, but his reaction told me it was big. Chance wasted no time in fucking me with his fist, going from a few thrusts to full on punch fisting. I was used to this kind of fucking, but it usually involved more of a build up. He wasn't merciful that night. Sam must have been getting fucked pretty hard as well, as his face would push close against mine with each thrust. The drugs numbed the pain shortly after and it felt just like getting fucked by your average cock. With a loud pop, Chance evacuated my rectum, leaving my hole wide and gaping. Something cold pressed against my hole and I felt it dilate to accommodate a longer object. Some kind of toy. As it pushed deeper, I felt my hole expand. Some kind of tapered dildo. He fucked me hard with it, pulling it all the way out, then punching its entirety into me. Sam's breathing intensified sharply and then he stopped moving, his lips pressed against mine. Toy after toy, they made their ways through their bags, wrecking our holes. Eventually my hole stopped trying to retract, staying slack and pliable. I felt something taper my hole open as wide as it could go, then it sealed itself in me. A plug. A huge one from my guess. A slow ache ran circles around my hole that made me shudder through my drugged haze. Chance's voice echoed through the silent room of men, "I think it's time, what do you say?" The room went hysterical. It sounded fuller than before. It seemed like the volume of men doubled since I last heard them. Ryan's brother moved to us and helped us rotate so we were ass to ass and on our backs. He pulled my plug free and I looked down to see just how big it was. My eyes widened when I saw it. Easily the largest thing I've ever taken, I marveled at the thought of what my hole must look like. He began pulling from Sam's ass, and I watched a giant horse sized cock pull from the depths of Sam's chasm. Ryan's brother then pulled out a massive 28inch double-headed dildo and started working one end into me. Given the previous toy, it took no effort. Then he guided the other half into Sam. I felt myself opening more as Sam got closer. Soon our holes were pressed against each other tightly. Ryan's brother grabbed a set of harnesses and fastened them to our legs and hips. As a final touch, he pulled out a padlock and secured a strap from each harness to the other, locking us together, hilted by a massively thick dildo. He ran his hands along our stomachs, pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of his work before stepping back into the audience. Ryan left at this point as well and we were left alone on stage with Chance and Shane. I could feel my heartbeat in my hole. It quickened now, with the realization that whatever Chance had planned was about to happen. They stood momentarily on either side of us. I looked up with pleading eyes at Chance, who bent down and kissed me with so much intensity it could only be referred to as reverence. He turned to Sam and kissed him as well. It felt like a goodbye. Something, some part of us was about to leave forever. Chance turned and walked around the table, stepping in front of Shane and bent down, with his face in between Sam and I. With a wicked thrust, Shane pushed his cock into Chance. The room filled with a bellow cast from the depths of Chance's soul. Shane began relentlessly plowing through Chance. Chance hadn't bottomed the entire time I've known him. Exclusive top, and yet here he was getting rape fucked by some guy we didn't know. Jealousy and rage ripped through me and a quick glance at Sam showed his mutual anger. Shane's voice boomed through the room, "That's right bitch." My eyes locked onto his chilled face. "That's where you belong. Face buried in the unclosing, worthless cunts of the men you love. They don't have what you want. What you need. But I do..." He was microphoned, so everyone could hear him. What did he mean? Sam and I started to struggle against our restraints, but each tug made the toy fuck in and out of us slightly. Sam froze. I stared at him momentarily, then it hit me. Like a hurricane it hit me. "I'm gonna poz that alpha pussy!" And he shoved every bit of cock into Chance. His grunts filled the silent room. Seemed everybody was holding their breath, Sam and I included. There was nothing we could do. He was turning my prince, my boyfriend who I trusted so much into a toxic cum dump. I couldn't move. I had a decision ahead of me, one that would change my life either way. Do I stay with him? Do we revert to safe sex? What do I do if I lose Sam because of this? What the fuck just happened? Oh Chance, what have you done?

I think the idea for a Breeding Zone gathering sounds hot, as long as it isn't a bottom's convention! We need tops! Lots of hard horny tops. I'd also love to make a video with some hot tops. Separate issue though. Don't want to scare anyone off with cameras. I'd rather just fuck.

I like it when the cock gets shoved so far down my throat that the cum goes right into my gut, but I do love the feel of having my mouth full of cum.

The best method to make sure a cocksucker gets ALL of a Top's load down it's throat? The cocksucker should be good enough at sucking cock so that the Top doesn't have to resort to jerking off into a mouth.

I love this thread! Love the dedication everyone has to sharing hot, raw, cum in hole sex. Below are a few bookmarked clips of mine. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=zUdE2-G137- (a longer clip but I love the ending on this one) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=ktqDz-G741- (part 1 of 2; wish I were the btm in this vid) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=Ki2HN-G641- (part 2 of 2) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=A5g9U-G245- (did you come? put it back in there) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=05Kkl-G442- (not too into the btm, but GD did you see that top's dick!)

Ill be @ Manchester Pride all weekend. As well as in the Basement Sauna tonight. Looking to swap as many loads as possible :-P

I guess we are all in agreement that CUM should never be wasted and ALWAYS given INSIDE!

It's hot to have a look of a well-fucked hole. I think a slut should not look like a virgin.

Last Thurs at CODE and the Eagle NYC. Was in the bathroom sucking dick and one guy asked if he could fuck my hole - so i dropped my pants, huffed my poppers and took his cock (no lube, just spit). He pounded my hole and i heard him ask if he could shoot inside, i responded my grabbing his hips and pulling him further in my ass. That did the trick! After he pulled out another guy stepped up and started fucking me, i huffed my poppers and took it like a champ. While he was fucking me they came in and broke up the fun, he started POUNDING my hole, shot his load zipped up and left. Needless to say i was the last to stumble out of the mens room.

I got 5 loads last night at Slammers in Ft. Lauderdale! First one was almost as soon as I walked in the door by this TOTALLY hot top! Took a load in the mouth in addition to the 5 in my ass!