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I have come to believe that it is a man's right to rape whomever he wants, whenever he wants, wherever he wants, as often as he wants. Simple, isn't it?

I'm not into lots of pain but spanking, nipple clamps, rough sex really turn me on. I usually like lube but there's something primal about being fucked raw, especially hard. I prefer it if there's some spit, Precum or piss, not too much enough to slightly wet my hole before the pounding starts. The friction dries the tiny amount of line and then the pain/pleasure has me loving every second. I know tops who have loved it if I scream when their big cocks push in raw with no lube, they get off on the pain of fucking a cumslut bareback and raw. I love it when they grunt and fuck me roughly or get really verbal and aggressive.

I never thought of myself as a sex pig. I enjoyed sex, sure, but it was always pretty vanilla. Nothing wild, nothing really anonymous. There were some on-line hook-ups, but I didn't think of those as really anonymous, just "casual". But I started hearing the stories about the new dirty bookstore, with the back room and video booths, and that if you wanted cock, you could get some there. It took a while for me to go, but one Saturday, I was feeling particularly horny, and wasn't really up for a bar trip, and wasn't finding anyone on line, so I decided to check out the book store. I went in the store. "Sleazy" was the first thing that popped into my head, but what surprised me was that it turned me on. I got tokens from the pretty hot cashier, and went in back. I found a booth, went inside, found a video with some bears having an orgy, set down, and started stroking my cock. Through my pants; I wasn't ready to whip it out there just yet. And I noticed the big hole in the wall. I had an idea what it was for, and knew I was right when about five minutes later, a thick cock emerged. I've always loved sucking cock, and I'm damn good at it. So I dropped to my knees, ignored the sticky floor and started sucking. I could tell he liked it, too, and it wasn't long before he filled my mouth with cum. I set back down and realized how fucking hot I thought that was. I sucked about half a dozen more cocks that night, and got a load from every one of them. Never saw a face, just aw the cocks, and fucking loved it. I didn't have the nerve yet to pull out my own cock there, but as soon as I got home I stripped naked. It only took a couple of minutes of stroking myself till I shot a huge load, and hard enough to hit my chin. I went back maybe a dozen more times. I never failed to get at least two or three cocks, and one evening I managed to get fifteen. I never stuck my own cock through the glory hole; i just liked sucking them. I shot a few loads of my own there, but never into anyone. The anonymous sucking was that big a turn-on for me. Then one evening, I had settled into a booth when I heard a knock at the door. I looked out and saw the hot cashier. "I hear what the customers say, that you love sucking cock and you're damn good at it. I'm off work in five minutes. I live just three blocks from here. Come home with me." "Sounds great," I said. I killed the five minutes or so. We went to the parking lot, he showed me his car, and said "follow me." So I did. We got to his place, and he said "downstairs. Door to the right." I went down the stairs, opened the door and... holy shit. I thought it was a bedroom, but the guy had a dungeon. A sling, a bed with manacles, a paddle handing on the wal, what I'd later learn was a rim seat... He came down the stairs then, and I said, "Wow. Listen, I thought we were just gonna play some, suck, fuck, but this is a lot more than..." "Fuck," he said. "I thought the way you suck cock, no recip, I figured you were a big sub." "Maybe some, but this is a lot wilder than I've ever done. I might try a little..." "Dude, no offense, but I don't do a little. I want a slave who'll serve my every need. I'll train you, but you if you're not willing to be wild, then forget it." "Sorry, I can''t..." He interrupted. "There is one thing. I usually save this for my slaves later, but I can tell when someone has a pic side they want to explore but haven'y worked up the nerve. You ever party?" "I don't know what you mean." I actually had an idea, but I didn't want to make myself look stupid. "I won't hold back. Tina. Crystal meth. Smoke some and it'll bring out that pig I see in you. It'll be the best sex you've ever had and you'll want to ." "I don't know." "Okay, I'll be blunt. I wanna get wild with you, bring out your pig. But I'm fucking horny and I'm not gonna wait. Smoke with me or get the fuck out so I can call another guy." Being ordered like that turned me on, a lot. "I'll try it once, sure." "Good," he said. "I'll shotgun you. I'll take a hit, then exhale some into your mouth." He opened a cabinet and pulled out a glass pipe, and a lighter and torch. He put the pipe in his mouth, then took it out for a second. "You won't try it once. You'll want more. Just be prepared to earn it." He lit the torch and held it under the bowl of the pipe. My heart and cock were both pounding. He took the pipe away from his mouth, spread his lips, and motioned me in. I opened wide, we put our lips together, and I tasted the strange chemically taste and... Holy mother fucking fuck, I wanted his cock. I dropped to my knees and started to unzip him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?" he growled. "I was going to suck you." "Ask first. You're my slave, my bitch now. You don't do a fucking thing without asking me or being told first. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "Good boi. You're learning. Now, show me some respect, and ask." "May I suck your cock, sir?" "A lttile. You stop as soon as I say to. Cock pigs like you have to earn it." I was getting hornier and hornier. He was treating me like a cheap slut, and I loved it. I started to unzip him. And he pulled away. "You didn't ask to unzip me." "I'm sorry, sir." "Sorry's not good enough. You're not the first pig slave I've trained, and I know what you need to learn your lesson. Get naked." I did as my new master told me. I didn't know what he had in mind, but that made it all the hotter. He pulled the paddle off the wall. "Bend over." I did as I was told. I was fully accepting my role as a sex slave, a dirty whore only existing to serve my master. I knew the meth had unlocked this new part of me, an all I wanted to do was explore it more. He slapped my bare ass with it. I gasped, equal amounts pain and pleasure. "What do you say, boi?" "Thank you, sir", I said. "Thank you, sir, what?" I was really high, but I remember some frat porn I had seen. "Thank you sir, may I have another?" "Good. One more." He did, harder than before. I shouted it this time, "Thank you sir, may I have another?" "Enough for now. Go back to where we were." "May I remove your pants, sir." "Yes, boi." I did so. "May I remove your underwear, sir?" "Yes." It was all I could do not to rip it off. I was loving my new role, wanting to please my master, wanting to show my new master I could please him, loving being his plaything. But I slid them off and saw his flaccid cock. "Not disappointed are you, boi?' "No sir." "Crystal dick. Meth does that. I just need a good cocksucker to take care of it. Are you a good cocksucker?" "I'll try, master." "What do you mean try, you little fuck. Do it!" I stared sucking. I've never enjoyed a cock more in my life. And I was thrilled to feel it sweiling in my mouth. He started to moan. "Yeah, I knew you'd be a good cock sucker." You get a reward. More smoke, and you use the pipe yourself. Ready for that?" "Yes sir!" "You're just a little meth pig, aren't you? A dirty little chem whore who'll do anything for a hit, right boi?" "Yes, sir!" "Good boi. You know what you are and you're proud of it." He handed me the tools. "Don't let the flame touch the bowl. Hold it a little away. It tasted nasty burnt, not even suited for a little whore like you. Twirl the pipe a little too. And don't start inhaling till you see the bowl filled with smoke. Now, show me you're learning." I did as I was told. I inhaled as much as I could, held in it for a few seconds, then let a huge cloud out of my lungs. "Good pig! You learn quick. Suck my cock more." "Yes, sir. I want..." "What you want doesn't matter, whore. It's what I want. Have you already forgotten your place?" "No, sir!" "Good. Now, do as your told." I did. His cock tasted amazing. I felt it grow more and more, longer and thicker. I have my master's cock huge, as bag as I'd ever seen. He reached down and started to toy with my nipples. I moaned. "Pig-boi likes having nip play. How about this?" And he twisted both of my nipples, hard. I almost screamed, but he could tell that was delight. "You're not the first pig I've trained. I know how to treat you. You're a bottom, right?" Normally, I'm versatile,maybe even a little tending to top, Master said I was a bottom, though, so , "yes sir." "Good pig. You just like cock inside you, no matter what hole." I nodded. "Bend over. You like it raw, don't you?" "Yes sir." "Only way to fuck." I bent over, then some of the few brain cells that weren't flying high said "god, that was a huge cock. Are you ready for..." My thought didn't finish as I felt him enter me. He didn't start gentle, didn't enter slowly, he shoved it me hard, and pounded me so hard I thought I'd split in half. I moaned even louder, pain and pleasure mixing in me. He pounded and pounded. I thought he'd never stop, but i didn't want him to. "Something else meth does to you, boi. Takes longer to come. Some guys take hours. You think you want me to ride you like this for hours?" "Whatever sir wants. I'll please you. I know you'll let me smoke more." "I knew you'd love this shit. Next time I allow you to serve me, I'll give you a booty bump. Don't ask what it is. You'll love it. I'm just gonna smoke more, now. Maybe it'll give me some ideas." Then I made my mistake; I reached for the pipe myself. "What in the fuck are you doing? You earn every fucking hit you get, you little bitch. What makes you think you earneed that?" "I don't know, sir, I..." "Just shut up. You need to be punished." I tried to hide my excitement; I wanted to be paddled again. "Oh, it wants the paddle, does it? Can't punish you like that." He thought, then said, "You like my cock, right? Love touching it, feeling it in you?" "Yes, sir. It's the best cock I've ever seen. I love serving it." "Then you don't serve it for a while. The cabinet. where I keep the pipe. Open it." I did. He had any number of toys in there. I didn't know what they all did, but I wanted to learn. "You see the cock pump there?" Bring it. I did. He slid the clear cylinder over that massive, gorgeous cock. "You were doing well, bitch." He squezed the pump and I watched him get bigger. "I don't always give a new piggie my load his first time, but I was going to give it to you. Maybe even let you choose, mouth or ass. Which one would you have picked?" "Mouth," I said. "I can feel it and taste it." "My guess. Probably won't happen, though. You fucked up. You think you get to smoke without asking first?" "No, sir." "Shut up. I'm not done. Hand me the pipe." He smoked more, and exhaled a massive cloud. My expression gave me away. "I've found a chem pig, a meth whore. You're first time with Miss Tina and you love it. No more for now though." He pumped the cylinder more. His cock was a monster now, like something I'd only seen in porn. "I should just let the pump make me come, whore. I don't think you're worthy of my load. Just watch, see what you missed." I wanted his load as much as I've ever wanted anything. "I can do better, sir. What can I do to earn it?" "Good start right there. You can smoke, just for that." I did. Something inspired me to exhale slowly. "Good" he said. Let's see...what can you do to earn my load... So much kink for a new pig like you. I got it. Go over to the tile floor there, get on all fours, like the animal you are." I started to move over there. Then he said "I've got to piss." Water sports. Twenty four hours ago, I would have said "no way, not my thing." Now, my cock surged. My inhibitions were crumbling, and I loved it. He stood behind me and I felt the warm stream of his piss hit my back and run all over me. I moaned out, "thank you sir." "Good piggie. I'll let you drink it. It's got tina in it, too. Get you even higher, even piggier. You want that, slut?" The higher didn't matter. I wanted to drink his piss like it was ice water on a blistering hot day. "Turn around and open that mouth." I did, and watched a golden stream leave his cock and arch into my mouth. Salty and warm, it made me feel dirty and piggy and as horny as I've ever been. "You still want my load?" "If you want to give it to me." "You've learned your place well. You said you wanted me to shoot in your mouth, right?" "Yes, if that's what master wants." "I don't. You have to pay some for not knowing your place. You get it in your ass." "Yes sir. Thank you for letting me have it at all." "You earned it, meth pig. Barely. Would you like another shotgun from me?" "Yes, sir!" "I thought so." He put his cloud in my mouth then his cock in my ass. He fucked me even harder than before. So intense, so powerful. It was amazing. I was high on meth, and getting fucked like never before, and thrilling at discovering this new side of myself I never knew was there. He was pounding faster and faster, harder and harder. He wasn't giving orders anymore, just grunting. When I felt his load shoot into me, it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. There were a thousand reasons, but mostly, I knew i had served my master well. I reached around to touch my own cock, then remembered my role, my place, what I was. "Please, sir, my I stroke my own cock? It made me so hot to serve you." "What if I said no, bitch?" "Then I'd save it until you said I could. Days, weeks. My load belongs to you now." "Good answer. Stroke it, see if you can come. Let me see if my new plaything shoots a big load." "Gladly, sir. Thank you, sir. I don't deserve a good master like you." "You don't. So hurry up before I change my mind." I didn't have to hurry. I was so aroused it only took a few minutes, and I shot a load so huge most of my chest was covered. He tossed me a towel. "Clean up, boi. If you get any drip on the floor..." "I'll clean it, sir." "You're a natural at this." He smiled and looked relaxed. "Okay, no master/slave for a few minutes, just a couple of horny pigs. I heard about how much you loved sucking cock and I thought you'd make a good party pig. You liked it, right?" "Loved it... si..." I remembered he said to drop it for now and grinned. "Doesn't hurt to stay in practice. I've got plans for you... If you want to come back." I did come back, and learned his plans. He gave me a booty bump our second time, as well as pipe hits, then fisted me. Fisting was something else I wouldn't have considered before but loved every bit of it. He tied me up and blindfolded me and spent hours teasing me, and I found that amazingly hot. He invited half a dozen pig buddies over, to see and share his new toy. They all used me, even dual penetrating me. He's let me start training my own boi-toi, a twenty five year old twink, eager to please, and he loves the pipe like me. He pleases me, and we both please our master. Such a world of wild sex, And he keeps me so high. He calls me a meth whore, a dirty chem pig, and I know he's right, and I love it. I never knew this side of me was there, but I've found it, and revel in it. He's promised me a slam next time. He says he doesn't know what inhibitions I have left to shatter, but he's promised me it'll be even better than before. I can't wait.

Yesterday (sunday) a friend took me to the local sleezy bathhouse where mostly ethnic men go. Slammed me for the first time and then sent me on my way to go out and play. stayed for about 12 hours. I had three trains ran on me and countless GH and 1on1 adventures. When the loads started to drip out the next day it was over a cup of cum

i like to feel the friction as it pushes in, but i also love being hurt, and if a dick can do it, even better!

I love just spit, most of the time.I seem to get a rush out of that first pain, and it can get real intense with a wide dick. I really love a dick that will stretch my hole. I will relax fairly fast and between precum and my natural ass lube, the pain is gone mostly.

Yes as a bottom I do like to be fucked with minimum lube or just spit and I do like the initial pain but it becomes a huge turn on after a while. However I also like cbt and nipple play so yes I do enjoy rough fucking.

Oh Yeah! I've learned to love the temporary pain that often happens when the only lube is spit. Because I know it will soon pass as my hole adjusts and accommodates the Top's cock. Understand that there are thousands of nerve endings right at your asshole ring. And the initial signal your brain sends is pain--but the more you get fucked, the more your hole "learns" to convert the pain impulse into a warm, pleasurable one. The first time I ever took a cock in my ass, I swore I'd never give up my ass again. A week or so later, I gave it up again. It hurt, but not so much. With more and more cocks tapping my ass, I found the pain portion usually diminished, and the pleasure increased. Sometimes, the pain coexists with the pleasure (especially with thick beer can size cocks). I'm probably a masochist as I enjoy the bearable pain since I know that when the guy floods my cunt with cum it's all soothing and sated pleasure. At least until the next cock cums a tapping.

It was a slow Tuesday night at the Hollywood adult theater in Lake City. Just a handful of guys, none of whom wanted to stick their dick in my mouth. That was unfortunate. I really wanted to take a lovely prick in my mouth, nurse to a full erection and enjoy the taste of semen filling my mouth. I love sucking dick and I'm good at it. Too bad the closet cases and "straight" guys infesting the theater wouldn't let me show them a good time. I was sitting in the gay room alone, idly stroking my cock and watching a pretty boy take a rough raw fucking from a big dicked black guy. I envied the kid. I didn't have the guts to bareback and take loads like I really wanted to. I'd only had two raw cocks cream my ass, and that was only because I was really drunk. Both times I'd been anxious for months afterwards, until I tested negative. That didn't stop me from jerking off remembering the feel of a bare cock in me, the intensely arousing knowledge that the cock was spewing cum in my ass, the feel of it oozing out of my butt and the taste of it when I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. Ah well, I hadn't been drinking that Tuesday night and would content myself to sucking and swallowing. Now, if some faggot would just allow me do that. The door to the theater slammed and few minutes later a middle-aged white guy walked in the room and looked around a bit and left. Figures, goes directly to the gay room, sees a queer with his cock out and leaves. Oh, well. Not long after that the guy came back and looked at me. He stepped directly in front of me, unzipped and took his cock out. I took my glasses off and licked my lips and he stepped forward and stuck his very nice uncut, soft dick in my mouth. At last, a fag who knows what he wants! I lovingly worshipped his prick. I love uncut cocks, especially when they're soft as they slide in my mouth. I love slipping my tongue under the foreskin and licking the head, enjoying the distinct tastes uncut guys get when they aren't too scrupulous about washing. Before long I had him fully hard, a lovely seven inches of moderately thick meat. Unfortunately he pulled out and walked away, stroking his length. Ah, shit! Tease me and walk off. Just my luck. I had just about just about decided to jerk off to the video when the guy came back and stuck his dick in my mouth again. I nursed him again and was starting to taste precum when he pulled out and sat down next to me. He turned his head to me and leaned forward. I did the same and he kissed me aggressively. I returned the kiss eagerly. I love making out with tops when they're as good at it as this guy was. He murmured in my ear "I want fuck you your ass." "Mmm, that would fun. What's your HIV status?" "I'm negative, tested last week." "Great. Use a condom." "Absolutely." He stood up, took a condom out of his pocket and rolled it on his cock. I checked and it was lubed. I stood up and assumed the position, bent over a chair back. "Let me open you up a little." A lubed finger slid in me and worked my ass, then another. He was a little rough and it hurt a little. He rubbed a thick lube in me and got me ready. Fingers pulled out, I felt the condom covered dick rub my asshole and shoved in hard. He was a hard, fast fuck, pounding my ass relentlessly. I was in heaven. He must have screwed me for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, he humped in hard and held. "Breeding you, bitch! Knocking you up!" Those words puzzled me, no man had ever said that when he fucked me. Whatever, it was a great fuck. My ass was thoroughly reamed out. He pulled out of me and I sat down. He had pulled tissues out and was pulling the condom off his cock. I motioned to him and he stuck his wet cock in my mouth. I carefully licked and sucked him clean, enjoying the taste. Odd though, there was a tangy, greasy edge to it that I'd never tasted before. He leaned down and kissed me, smiling. "Thanks for a great fuck. Welcome to the club." He wrapped the condom with a tissue, dropped them in a nearby trash can and left. I sat with a pleasantly sore ass, puzzling over his last remark. Surely he could tell I had had dicks in my ass before. One of the guys who had watched me get fucked sat down and took my dick in his hands. Mmm, good. I'd love a blowjob or handjob while enjoying that freshly fucked feeling. We made out while we played with each other's cock. He was was large and hard and oozing precum. After a few minutes he broke off and whispered to me. "Do you know that guy?" "No, never saw him before. Why?" Do you know your HIV status? He's poz." The bottom dropped out of my stomach. He had lied to me. Never the less I responded "I'm neg, but that's ok, he used a condom." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, I saw him put it on, felt it when he was in my ass and saw him take it off and throw it in that trash can" pointing to the receptacle in which I had seen the top drop the condom and tissues. The guy reached over and gingerly fished out the tissues and condom, handed the wad of crumpled tissues to me saying simply "Check it." I unwrapped the tissues and looked. The condom was broken and bunched up. I felt the condom and felt what I thought was vaseline, then stood up and looked at the seat of the chair. There was a puddle there. I wiped some up and sniffed. Semen. The guy had doctored the rubber and shot a poz load in my ass. "Fuck. He shot in my ass." "Yeah. I thought as much. He's famous for stealthing guys." "How do you know he's poz?" "He told me. I'm poz too. He's fucked me before. I wish I'd had a chance to tell you. When he fingered your ass did it hurt?" "Yeah, it did. Usually I open really easy, with no pain. His nails were probably a little too long." "That was no accident. He was prepping you for his load. Scratching your asshole and rectum so you'd bleed and be more likely to get infected. I'm sorry, but my guess is that the virus is already in your bloodstream." "What can I do?" "Not much. Stock up on soup and electrolyte drinks. If you get the flu in the next few weeks it means you're infected. Go get tested later." I was sick to my stomach. I'd just been infected with HIV. My dick, however, was rock hard for the first time that evening. The guy next to me stroked my cock. "Odd reaction to getting stealthed." I was breathing hard. I realized that taking a poz load and almost surely getting infected had turned me on more than I'd been in ages. The hand on my cock felt great and I was about to shoot. I kissed the guy next to me and whispered to him "Fuck me and shoot another load of poz cum in me." My cock erupted when I said that. I really meant it. I was free. N o need to use condoms ever again or refuse any man's cock and cum. I was infected with HIV and didn't care if I got other diseases. "I'm really turned on watching you getting fucked and infected. I'd love to fuck your sloppy hole and make it a sure thing. Are you sure?" He held his hand to my mouth and I licked my last neg load from his fingers. I stood up, bent down, and licked the puddle of cum off the seat and tasted semen, assjuice and the coppery taste of blood. Infected, for sure. "Yes, do it. Make sure I'm knocked up." I bent over the back of the chair, reached back and spread my ass cheeks. The oozing head of his infected cock rubbed my asshole and he shoved in hard. My cock was rigid again, although usually it took a while to recover. I was so turned on knowing I had a dirty cock in me and was about to knowingly take dirty cum. He rammed his dick in me, fucking me as hard as the other guy had done earlier. I was in heaven, free at last to glory in pure faggot sex with no worries about anything but pleasing the cock in my ass. He hammered in and shuddered. I could feel his cock jerk and twitch and felt warm wetness in my guts. He moaned in my ear. "Pozzing your ass faggot! Fuckin' infecting you!" My cock twitched and I squirted my soon-to-be dirty cum onto the floor. One of the guys watching bent down and licked it up. My cock stayed hard. The guy rose from the floor, pulled a chair in front of me and bent over it. I stepped up and slid my newly infected cock in his ass. I wonder if he'd heard what the second poz guy had said to me and wondered if he cared. The guy was wet and I'd seen cum oozing out of him. I reveled in the feel of his slick asshole and the knowledge that my cock was bathed in strange cum. In spite of having shot two loads in a few minutes I emptied my balls in him quickly. I stayed in, enjoying the feel of his tight butt on my hard cock. Something nuzzled my well used asshole. I looked around and saw the first guy who'd fucked poz cum into me. He slid into my ass and whispered in my ear "How does it feel to be Another Infected Dicksucker, Son?"

Many years ago, when I was still in my late 20's, I was dating this guy (kid really) named Josh. He was several years younger than was I, and several degrees less mature. We had been dating smoothly for about a year when I finally introduced him to a couple who were friends of mine, Rob and Erik. For better or worse, prior to meeting Josh I had had three-ways with them once and a while, and I had told Josh about some of these encounters. Rob and Erik lived about two hours away and they invited us up to spend a weekend in the city, drinking and having a good time. Now, knowing Rob and Erik, I knew that their idea of a 'good time' would probably mean all having sex together, and I knew it would be hard for Josh to resist. Hell, it would be hard for me to resist! Rob was defintely the whore of the couple: he was very outgoing and very handsome and very much a bottom. All with the body of an Olympic swimmer. Erik was the smaller of the two guys. He was also more reserved, frankly he was a bit nerdy. He was also a top with a nine-inch cock. While Rob was a fun bottom who really got off on being fucked, it was Erik that I enjoyed making cum, because Erik shot like one of the fountains at the Bellagio. He always launched several spurts, usually hitting the wall and ruining sheets in the process. I always wanted feel Erik shoot in my mouth, but was not allowed to. You see, Erik was poz while Rob was not. And Erik was always very cautious. Josh and I discussed the prospects of an invitation from Rob and Erik and had agreed we were content to remain a monogamous couple and we would politely decline any sexual offers - if they were presented. On that Saturday evening, we had been out drinking and having a grand old time and we all probably had a bit too much. We got back to their place and I decided it was time to get ready for bed. When Josh finally climbed in and we were laying in the dark, he told me Rob had kissed him while he was in the bathroom, and had invited us to have sex with them. "Josh, we talked about this. We said we were not going to do anything wth Rob and Erik." "But you have, and you liked it! Why don't we? It could be fun" Josh whined. "Josh, this is precisely why we talked all this out beforehand. So that it wouldn't become an issue." "But it's still an issue!" "Let's just go to sleep. Night." I could feel Josh stewing next to me while I was trying to relax. About five minutes later he sat up and announced, "Well, I'm going to go fuck Rob and Erik." "Have fun with that," I said and rolled over. "You're being an asshole," Josh spat as he left the room. My stomach churned into knots. My boyfriend had just left me to go have sex with two of my friends, after we expressly talked about NOT doing that very thing. I was seethingly mad, and hurt and upset. I tried my best to go to sleep, although it was difficult when I could hear noises start coming from the other room. After about five minutes I heard someone walk in to my bedroom. I initially hoped it was Josh, but it was Erik. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired" I answered. "Are you sure it's okay that Josh is in with us? It feels... awkward... without you there too. This was so like Erik, always the nice one. And the one I liked best because of it. "Yeah. He's a big boy. It's his decision. Go. Have fun. I'll see you in the morning." Erik hesitated, then slowly left. Try as I might, I just couldn't fall asleep. Notwithstanding my conversation with Erik, I grew more and more upset with Josh with each passing minute. How could he be treating our relationship this way? Is this how little he thought of me? Of us? Probably ten or fifteen more minutes went by, when I heard someone enter my room again. Again it was Erik. "So, um... is Josh neg?" he asked. "Yeah, why?" "Well, because Rob is riding Josh's raw cock right now and I was just curious" he said, as he sat on my bed. "I see. Yeah, I could have predicted that. I figured Josh would be angling to fuck Rob if he got the chance. And they'll be at it for awhile. Josh takes forEVER to cum." I knew Josh had a thing for Rob. For that matter, EVERYONE had a thing for Rob. He was quite charming. And I knew Rob would like Josh, because Josh had a thick eight inch cock with a wicked left curve. Plus Josh was in his early 20's and fucked like a demon. "I guess that leaves us out," Erik sighed. And that's when I decided. Fuck Josh. Fuck all this. I was going to have Erik fuck me. "Go get your supplies. We're gonna fuck," I told him, sitting up and giving him a deep kiss. "You sure?" he asked. "Go. Now. Hurry!" Erik was back in a flash. "I don't even think they noticed me come back in the room," he told me when he got back. We started making out, and soon I was going down on Erik's enormous rod. I had always felt extremely lucky to have Josh's big cock to play with, but Erik put Josh's dick into perspective for me. Erik is massive. Easily every bit of nine inches, and the thickness of his cock was verging on ridiculous, especially the middle of it. Toward the middle his cock flattened out, and it was wider than four fingers across-- then it tapered again to normal size at the base. I could only get about half his cock in my mouth before I couldn't fit any more in without the risk of teeth. Or tearing the corners of my mouth. While I worked on Erik, I could hear Josh and Rob ramping up in the other room. They were getting loud, and Rob was starting to vocalize a bit. I wanted to get Erik in me so I could add to the fuck noises and let Josh know that a REAL cock was nailing me. But I was nervous as fuck. Before when I used to have sex with Rob and Erik, it was mostly blow jobs, and me fucking Rob. Erik had tried to fuck me twice before, but I could never get him past the midway point. It just hurt too damn much and I always had to make him stop. And Erik, being the nice guy, would lose his hard on if he felt like he was hurting me. But I needed him to fuck me tonight. All the way fuck me. To permanently wreck my ass for Josh's cock. I told Erik I was ready, so he grabbed a condom and lubed up. And I generously lubed my butthole. "Here, I brought some poppers," Erik announced, adding "They're fresh, and should help." Erik lay on his back, and I straddled his monster cock. I hit the poppers and started easing down onto him. I did pretty well at the start, but then I hit the thick part, and my ass would slide no further. Not even with poppers. I tried sliding off, lubing, and reinserting. I tried bouncing a bit, and easing my ass downward on each stroke. Still no good. Then I just tried forcing my ass downward which made me gasp and cry out a little in pain. "Damn! I'm hurting you. I knew it wouldn't work," said Erik despondently. I could feel his hard on slipping away. Fuck. I desperately wanted his horse cock inside me, but it just wasn't working. I was angry at myself for tensing up and not being able to take it, and I felt bad that I was once again going to disappoint Erik. I quickly pulled off of his cock, ripped off the condom, and started sucking him again while stroking his shaft. This got him going again, and soon he was oozing precum. Josh and Rob were really going at it now. We could hear the rapid slaps of groin against ass while Rob was desperately (and rather loudly) urging Josh to fuck him harder. I wondered how much of this verbal display was for our benefit. That's when I made the decision. I was drunk, horny, and very angry with my boyfriend, so I grabbed the lube, re-lubed Erik and my asshole, and got back on top of him. Erik's cockhead was at my hole before he came to his senses. "What are you doing? I don't have a condom on!" he whispered loudly. "I'm getting this fucker inside me NOW. At least once all the way." "We can't... we shouldn't...." "Just don't cum in me," I said as I began to work him inside my ass. In he slid, but once again, I was stopped at the midpoint of his shaft. But damn it, I was going to take him regardless of the pain. So I hit the poppers hard, waited for the wave of euphoria to hit, and then I squatted down. Hard. It hurt. Man, did it hurt me. I think I could feel my sphincter tearing a little as the thick part forced inside of me. I instantly broke out in a sweat, and tears stung my eyes. But then suddenly with a painful pop he was inside, and I slid down to the base. And now along with the pain in my ass, there was a dull pain deep inside my guts where his head was stabbing up into my colon. Erik grabbed my hips and steadied me as I sat impaled on his massive pole. "You ok?" he whispered. "Oh my god, that's a lot of cock," was all I could get out as tears ran down my cheeks. "This feels amazing," he said. "You know how long it's been since I've fucked a guy? Nine months. And I had to stop fucking that guy before I came because he was in so much pain. Rob always picks up other tops for us to mess around with, and even though some of them see my cock and want to try, they never manage it." I bent down and kissed Erik. And slowly lifted myself so I could start to ride him. I only ever pulled halfway off him, because the thick part of his cock was knotted inside me and wouldn't pull past my protesting butt hole. But I must say, the tug on my hole from the inside was an amazing feeling. Slowly we worked up a rhythm, and between that and poppers, I suddenly found myself getting fucked steadily by Erik's dick. Even though my asshole was still on fire, the pain was slowly giving way to pleasure. Incredible pleasure. The thick part of his cock was like a Mack truck driving over my prostate with every stroke, and the sheer volume of cock moving in and out of me was making every inch of my body quake and tingle. We eventually, slowly, rolled over so that I was on my back, legs spread and in the air and he was on top. We did this maneuver completely without disengaging his cock from my hole. Erik liked the leverage he could get in this position and we could also kiss more easily-- which we did. Erik set up a steady rhythm of pumping my hole while we kissed and sucked each other's tongue. If I listened, I could hear Josh and Rob really putting on a show now. Josh was shouting things like, "Take my cock, bitch!" as Rob answered with the scream "Oh God! Oh God! Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" over and over. I thought that once Erik was in me, I would give them some verbal back in return, to get some revenge on Josh. But it just didn't feel right anymore. What Erik and I were doing was far too intimate, and I was content to stay quiet. So was he. From the angle that Erik was fucking, and from the size of his cock, he was edging me closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust. I could feel it building slowly... from the inside. Deep inside. I wasn't even touching my cock, but I knew that I was minutes, perhaps seconds, away from cumming. I was trying to delay it with snorts of poppers, but to no avail. Thankfully at about that time, I hear Josh shout, "Fuuuck, I'm getting close! Your ass gonna take my load, bitch?" I whispered "Erik, you are getting me really close. You keep fucking me, and I'm gonna cum." Rob meanwhile shouted between grunts, "Ugh! Fuck me! Ugh! Give me that cum!" "I'm really close too," Erik said as he kept fucking me. I heard Josh's now-familiar, animalistic "rrrrrRRRRR-UGGGH! UGGGH! UGGGGGGHHH!" as he started cumming inside Rob's hole. "Oh God, just don't stop fucking me, Erik!" was all I managed to say grunt as the cum started spewing from my cock in streams across my belly. "Oh FUCK, I can feel you cumming! It's gonna make me shoot!" shouted Rob as he starts grunting repeatedly. I was staring up at Erik, as he looked down at me with a mixed look of sexual passion and concern. "Oh no... I can't stop. Oh God, I can't stop it. I can't..." Erik stopped pumping, his breath caught, and that's when I felt it. I felt Erik's ridiculously hard and thick cock start to throb as it was parked motionless inside my ass, stretching my hole even further with every pulse. His prodigious, positive load filling my guts. He shuddered, his breath ragged as his cock charged my insides. "Oh shit! Oh I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Erik kept repeating. I hushed him with a kiss as his cock occasionally still twitched in my rectum. As we kissed, I heard the shower start and I knew that Rob and Josh were getting cleaned up. We stopped kissing, Erik looked at me and said, "What are we gonna do?" "About what?" I said. "This never happened. They fucked, we didn't. We just talked and waited for them to finish. Sound good?" "But... I came in you. And I'm poz. What about you? What about Josh??" "You let me worry about me. I begged you not to stop fucking me. And that thick cock of yours wasn't coming out again til you went limp. Besides... you liked fucking me raw, didn't you? Tell me the truth." "It was fucking amazing," he said. "I felt so... connected... to you. I kinda want to do it again." "And I gotta admit I loved feeling you cum inside me. I think I've wanted it for a long time. How about we leave you inside me, pretend to be asleep, and make those two sleep together tonight so we can fuck again" I suggested. So that's just what we did. We rotated around so that Erik was behind me, spooning, and we covered up. Josh came in a few minutes later and we pretended to be asleep. Josh tapped me to wake me up. I groggily said Erik was passed out and that I was pissed, and I wasn't waking him up. Then I told him to go crash with Rob. Josh said "Whatever" and walked out. Erik bred me twice more-- never pulling out his cock til the very end. Once later that night after we dozed a bit, and once in the morning before Josh and Rob got up. By the last fuck, Erik was long dicking me with his whole cock - the thick part punching past my hole and driving me wild with the most intense fuck pleasure I'd ever experienced. When Erik finally did pull out of me I felt so empty inside. And I don't mean just my ass. I felt like crying. Plus, my asshole hurt like it had never hurt after a fuck session; I was totally torn up. The sheets could attest to this fact, as they were a blood and cum stained mess. And even though Erik was positive, I was bound and determined to keep as much of him inside me for as long as I could. We all had a tense, hung over breakfast and said our terse goodbyes soon after. I broke up with Josh after our drive home, citing his immature behavior, but knowing it was because I didn't want to be the one to infect him. As I knew my negative days were probably over.

I went on Craigslist late one night cruising to see what was out there. I didn’t find much so I decided to post the following advertisement myself. 6ft, 220, 7inc, bottom Looking for raw, hung men, poz welcome, hit me up for more info. Within five minutes I had 30 emails. I skimmed through them and found one email that definitely peaked my interest. Was from a guy in his 50s, hung, very sexy, partnered, both poz and looking for a third, possibly long term third. I replied and immediately jumped in the shower. I went and looked for his reply and he gave me his address, inviting me to come over. I was out his door in five minutes flat. Arriving at the house, I knocked on the door and a guy wearing a bath robe opened the door. We shook hands and he introduced himself as John. He was stocky with a sexy belly, and about my height. He promptly took me to the bathroom down a hall way, saying "Change out of your clothing and put on this robe." As I was closing the door, he pushed it back and said, "Wait take this pill." I asked what it was. He replied "Just some X" and, putting it between his incisors, he drew me in for a kiss, deftly passing the pill to me in the process. I swallowed the pill as we kissed for what seemed a few minutes. John broke-off the kiss and saying "We'll be waiting for you in the living room." I came out in the robe and walked down the hall into a room where John and his partner were waiting. The partner introduced himself as Matt, remarking it was he who had answered my posting on Craigslist. About that time I realized the X was taking effect and I leaned in to kiss him. As I did so, John came up behind me and was kissing my neck. I could feel his hard cock grinding against my ass. I reached down and felt-up John’s cock. It was about nine inches, uncut and thicker than a beer can. I also felt-up Matt's cock - it was about the same dimensions. I broke-off the kiss and said "This will be a fun night" to which Matt replied "Hard to find a neg bottom willing to take poz loads." I replied "I’m your man." "You sure?" Matt replied. I gave a one-word answer: "YES." With that he took off my robe and they lead me down the hall to their bedroom. Matt lay down on the bed and when I leaned-down to swallow his cock, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down on his tool, which made me gag. I then felt John come-up behind me and started to dry finger my hole. I moaned from the pain. Matt then said to John "Give him a good booty bump." I felt John slather my hole with some lube, and then suddenly felt something hard and sharp being pushed into my hole. John then rammed his cock home which pushed the rock deep into my hole. "There we go" John remarked to Matt "This should really relax him now." John told me to get on all fours and Matt gave me another X pill. I begged John to fuck me, and he obliged by ramming his cock deeply, over and over, into my hole, as Matt pinned my arms down and sat on my face making me eat his hole. After what felt like an hour, John started to moan and Matt said "Load him up, baby." With that John rammed deep and held still, balls-deep, dumping a huge load of cum deep in my hole. A deep look of satisfaction on his face, Matt climbed off of me and John leaned in and kissed me saying "Welcome to our family, baby." With that he pulled out and Matt took his place and rammed his fat cock deep, fucking me hard. He laughed and said "Look at that pink goo on my cock, John." They chuckled and John shoved his cock in my mouth to suck and summon another load. With that Matt started to moan, and shoved deeply and planted his seed. Almost simultaneously John shot his second load down my throat, a load I was eager to consume. No sooner had I clean-up John's cock and he withdrew, Matt collapsed on top of me, kissing me hard and telling me "What a good boy you are." John then lay down next to me and the three of us engaged in a three-way kiss. After resting a bit and we had all caught our breath, I concluded I was still horned up and wanted more. Happily John was more than happy to oblige. He lay on his back with his huge cock sticking straight up. I straddled him and his cock slid right into my ass. I rode his cock as Matt stroked, clearly enjoying the view. Within a couple of minutes Matt muttered "I want in too" to which John said "Go ahead, let's tear him open." With that John pulled me down to kiss him, and he held me tightly as Matt angled his cock to slide in along John's cock. I squirmed in discomfort, but was held immobile by John’s strong arms. Meanwhile I could register John tensing up and he started to shoot another load in me, followed by Matt's second load. I could feel their cum as it dripped out of my hole. Matt and John withdrew and Matt, scooping-up some of their cum, fed it to me. Naturally I swallowed with pleasure. John then pulled me down to kiss me with their combined cum in my mouth. John said "Hope you like being poz. I am not on meds." I replied "I will" and leaned over to give him a kiss, thanking him. Once again we got into a three way kiss that cemented our exchange. The next morning I called-out sick, and spent three days with them. Eventually we began a three-way dating relationship. John and Matt were with me when I came down with the flu a few weeks later, and they took care of me. A month later I moved in with them. I tested poz a month after that. I now have a biohazard tat on my lower back with the date they poz’d me and their initials. Meeting them was the best decision I ever made.

I’ve always had a thing for cubs and bears, so it’s no surprise my favorite hangout is the local bear bar. I’m also a bit of an exhibitionist, and I always try to attend the bar’s monthly “underbear” parties. It’s a popular event because they don’t charge the usual cover to enter the main bar. The underwear party is in the smaller upstairs-bar, and that costs double, but you get to hang out with a couple hundred nearly naked, horny guys, so it’s worth it. I usually arrive early and stake out a spot near the clothes check. Watching the guys undress is a big part of the fun for me. I’ve been enough times to know the regulars and can guess what they have on underneath; boxers and boxer-briefs mostly, and many keep their t-shirts on, especially the bigger guys. But this particular night, I saw more new faces than regulars, and they were showing more skin than usual; probably thanks to the recent warm weather. Although I’m a little shy talking with guys, I’m not shy when it comes to my body. I stripped down to just my boots and my favorite black jock, stuffed my wallet in my sock and checked the rest of my clothes. The flow of the crowd led me towards the bar at the back. Along the way my exposed ass was grabbed several times and even slapped once. During one tight squeeze, a hairy-chested daddy with a neck tattoo pressed closer to me than necessary and paused to rub his impressive bulge against my jock. “Nice bumping into you.” he said over the pulsing music. I just smiled and said, “Likewise.” I wanted to say more, but couldn’t think what, so I reached-up and massaged his hairy pecks. He seemed to like it, so I rubbed his nips with my thumbs. “Mmmm, that’s nice,” he said, "but I gotta go. Catch you later.” With that he squeezed my ass, then moved away with the crowd as I adjusted the stiffy in my jock. The wait for drinks was long. I got a beer then moved towards the corner between the bar and the DJ booth. It was darker there, and s darker here and was somewhat hidden from the crush at the bar, which made it the perfect place to get away from the eyes of management. Immediately I could tell something was up. A wall of men were blocking the area off, and were facing the back corner. I pushed my way closer. Over bare shoulders, I could see a wavy haired, scruffy faced cub, sitting naked on a folding chair. He was sucking a bald guy wearing a harness. Lots of guys had their cocks out, enjoying the show. The bald guy had the cub by the hair and face-fucked him roughly. Every few strokes he went balls deep. The cub had to come up for air only once. When he did, he had the biggest, cutest smile that made my cock jump. Soon the bald guy said he was getting close. I expected the cub to kneel on the floor and open his mouth like a baby bird. Instead he quickly turned around, put one foot on the chair and presented his ass. The bald guy slid his bare cock all the way in, then pumped four or five more times before he started to spasm and moan as he shot his load in the cub’s ass. More than a few guys voiced their approval. “Fuck" involuntarily said out loud. The guy in front of me, an out-of-my-league regular I called Moustache Mike, leaned back and said, “Third load he’s taken tonight. Some daddy’s pimping out his cub bareback. Hot.” “Wow. Yeah, hot,” I replied. The bald guy pulled out and the cub tried to suck him clean, but he was too sensitive and backed away. Another man approached. It was the guy with the neck tattoo that had rubbed up against me. He put his arm around the cub and said, “Let’s see. Who’s next?” as he scanned the crowd. A couple guys raised their hands, but the daddy kept looking. When his eyes met mine he smirked and then pointed right at me. Mustache Mike looked back, and when I didn’t move, said “He means you.” Mike stepped aside and took my beer. Someone behind gently pushed me forward. A few steps and I was again face to face with the hairy-chested daddy. I was a little hesitant, not just because of the audience, but because I don’t fuck bareback - at least until I know someone better. I hoped everyone wouldn’t be disappointed, but I only planned to enjoy the blowjob. My fears disappeared when Daddy moved in and gave me a hard, wet kiss. The cub repositioned the chair and sat in it, took out my cock, which was already erect, and began sucking. Daddy moved aside and pulled my jock to the floor. I lifted each foot as he completely removed and tossed it. The cub was good. He quickly realized that going balls deep doesn’t do it for me and found the sweet spot on the underside of my big mushroom head: the spot where all the pleasure nerves of my cock are concentrated. I glanced down to watch the cub at work and ran my fingers through his wavy hair. He looked up and flashed me his sexy smile. Somehow, that made me even harder. I was enjoying his blowjob so much, that I almost didn’t notice that Daddy was now behind me. He was reaching around, squeezing my pecks and working my nipples, like I had done to him earlier. He kissed my neck and sucked and bit my ears. I was getting close. I didn’t say anything, but I’m sure everybody watching could tell. The cub stood up and turned around. He lined my dick up with his hole and pushed back. My raw cock felt so good entering him, that I couldn’t resist and began slowly fucking his furry ass. Daddy reached down and grabbed some of the cum and lube leaking from his boy. He rubbed it onto my own fuck-hole. His slick finger, teasing and massaging, soon worked its way inside me, pushing the bald guy’s cum knuckle deep. A moment later, the head of Daddy’s cock was pushing against my hole. It popped in easily; more because I had backed onto it, than he had pushed it in. The double pleasure was too much. I fucked faster and faster. Daddy moved closer and deeper. He pinched my nipples harder. I cried out from the pleasure and pain. A few more pumps and my cry turned into grunts as I shot a giant load up the cub’s guts. A second later Daddy let out a primal scream as he unloaded in my ass with deep hard jabs. I heard the crowd cheering over the music as my breathing return to normal. After pulling out, the cub licked cleaned both our cocks as Daddy rewarded me with more wet kisses. I noticed that his neck tattoo was of a black scorpion with a drop of red poison dripping from its stinger. All the kissing and cock cleaning had my dick half hard again. The cub stood up and joined in the kissing. “Thanks Hot Stuff,” he said, “that was fucking hot.” The cub said something more, but it got lost with the loud music. Whatever it was, it made Daddy smile and then he winked at me. He gave my ass one last squeeze before turning to scan the crowd for the next volunteer. I looked around the floor, but my jock was nowhere to be found. A couple guys gave me congratulatory pats on the back and said things like, “nice show man” and “fucking bareback slut.” I suddenly felt very naked and backed away from the crowd and against the wall. By now, Daddy had selected another guy and all attention was focused there. Mustache Mike appeared with a big smile and handed me my beer. “Fucking hot man, I didn’t think you had it in you.” Five years of seeing him in the bar and tonight was the most he had ever spoken to me. “Did you notice what happened to my jock?” I asked. He held it up in his hand. I reached for it, but he pulled back, saying “It’s gonna cost you.” I thought he was joking, but he put his hand behind his back when I reached again. “What do you mean?” I asked. “I didn’t know you’re a kinky barebacker.” “Well…” Mike leaned in closer. “Years ago, I asked somebody about you. He said you were safe-only vanilla.” “Vanilla! No…” “And now it turns out you’re versatile. Us versatile guys gotta stick together" as Mike’s fingertips gently caressed the head of my cock. “Together. Yes.” I said as our eyes locked. I went for it and kissed him. He kissed back and our tongues found each other for a passionate minute. “I’ll tell you what,” he said breaking off the kiss, “I’ll give you back your jock....in exchange for one thing.” By this time Mike’s fingers had found my pleasure spot and my whole body shook as my dick came back to life. Mike approvingly commented “Wow you recover fast. Let’s make that two things.” “What two things?” I asked. “Right here, right now, you let me breed that ass of yours. Then you breed me.” He didn’t have to wait for an answer. I turned around and pressed my naked ass against the bulge in his briefs. He pulled out his huge stiffening cock. A minute rubbing it up and down my crack and he was hard enough to slip it in my sloppy hole. He grabbed me by the wrists and held them against the wall over my head. Instantly we found our rhythm: pulling away, but not all the way out, and pushing back together, deeper than I’d ever been fucked; speeding up at the same time and pace as the load built up in his balls. All the time Mike was saying, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah…” until he made a choking noise, pushed in deep and pinned me against the wall with his whole body, saying, “I’m cumming. Cumming. Breeding your fucking ass.” He pulled out and I felt a glob of cum plop onto my leg. Without a word he turned around and faced the crowd, placed his hands on his knees and bent forward. I fingered Mike’s ass lips, then lubed him up with his own cum that was running down my leg. He had bent into the perfect position; both height and angle, for my hard cock to access his hole. I thought I would have lasted longer because I had just cum; but fucking in public, facing a room full of guys in just their underwear, was too exciting. Mike’s cries of “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Give it to me, give me that load” pushed me over the edge. I shot my wad inside Mustache Mike’s sexy ass. I smiled at the thought that half an hour ago I didn’t think he even knew who I was. He turned around and we kissed long and slow. I bent down to suck his cock clean. It was then that I noticed on his upper right thigh the same tattoo of the scorpion with dripping red poison. “Cool tatt” I commented. “What is it? Some kind of club or something?” “You might say that.” He said with a laugh. Then his face got serious as he asked, “You mean you don’t know about the scorpion?” “No, but I like it.” I replied, adding “Maybe I should get one.” “Maybe you should” Mike replied as he pulled me in for another kiss.

My Boy I hadn't seen my son since my wife threw me out 6 years ago after she caught me fucking our 20 year old brother. The only reason we got married was the fact that I knocked her up and I only fucked her cause I was trying to see if I could be with a woman. The entire time we were fucking I was thinking of her brother. So at the age of 18 we married and tried to make a go of it, but I couldn't resist a nice cock. After we split I turned to the wild side of things and began to party. I started off snorting Tina. After a short time I switched to smoking when the night came that a buddy of mine convinced me to try slamming. That night changed my life. Not only did I learn to embrace Tina I also got knocked up with my friend’s bugs. Now I was responsible for my 18 years old son since his mother was killed in a car accident. I kept in contact the best I could sending him a yearly birthday and Christmas gifts. I would get the customary thank you card back but my ex-wife never wanted me to have any more contact then that after she discovered I was really gay. After picking up Sean and bringing him to my one bedroom apartment he wondered where he would sleep. I offered him my bedroom and I told him I would sleep in the living room sleeper sofa until we could get a larger place. Since I lived in the same area as his high school he could have remained there but asked if He could change schools for the last half of the school year. I agreed to his request without much thought, but there was something about Sean that struck me, he seemed to be more family than by DNA. He wore a rainbow colored wrist band on both wrists and had his hair brightly colored. I decided not to pry and we went about settling into our home. As the work week ended I would normally be preparing to party with my friends but instead I was going to spend it getting to know my son. I came home from work early on Friday getting to the apartment before Sean got home from school. I decided to take a shower to wash away the hard day’s sweat that I had worked up that day. As I was relaxing under the spray of the warm water I heard the bathroom door pushed open. I casually looked over to see Sean watching me as I rubbed soap over my body. For a 37 year old man I was in good shape. I was still had a lean, swimmers build from working out at the gym a few times a week standing at 6 feet tall, I weighed a buck-eighty. I could tell Sean was enjoying what he saw as I soaped up my semi-hard cock that easily grows to 8” when hard. As I rinsed myself off I heard Sean knock and clear his throat. He let me know he needed to take a leak and I told him that we’re both men, he didn't need to knock if he needed to use the can. He came in and I watched through the cloudy shower door as he tried to piss with a semi-hard cock. I then began to see Sean in a different light. At just shy of 6’, he had a lean, thin build and looked to have a grower between his legs like his old man. I finished my shower before he could begin his piss and stepped out to dry off as he tried to hide his excitement. There was no avoiding it any longer, he turned to face me with his cock hanging out when he looked as my cock and licked his lips. I asked him if he saw anything he liked and he simply nodded his head yes and his eyes were locked on my growing cock. Without a word he dropped to his knees and licked my cock as I ran my hands through his hair. I wanted to take him right then and there but my status had me holding back. I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in not time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk.

* Disclaimer* This is my first attempt at writing, and is based on a true story. Porn has always been something special to me. When I was a young boy, just 8 or 9 years old, i would love to hang out in my club house with my stash of porn mags and just study the pictures. Even though these were straight mags I would study the poses and practice them secretly. I would love to feel the cool air on my asshole has I spread my young cheeks wide. I remember wishing was a girl just so I could become a porn star. At that time I didn't quite understand the longing I felt for the veiny cocks that were glistening nice and bare in the magazines. Fast forward a few years, the Internet was now common and my old porn mags from the clubhouse were a thing of the past. I discovered the wonderful world wide web full of any type of porn you could possibly imagine. I would watch grainy videos and slow loading pictures for hours, sometimes touching my young and growing cock, but usually I would just be fantasying about how much I would love to be able to do porn once I got a little bit older. I ould visit some of my favorite websites (by this time they were mostly gay sites) and click on the 'Become a model' link and fill out the information, telling myself that once I turned 18 I would finally click the 'Submit' button. Well, my eighteenth birthday came and went, and I found myself in a long term relationship with a girl I met in college. At this point in time I considered myself bi and that my girlfriend was holding back my true desires of cock. After all, almost every night after a date, and when we said 'goodbye' for the night, I would find myself spending a few hours searching my favorite gay sites. Around this time I discovered Treasure Island Media and began to discover the intriguing side of bareback gay sex. It always seemed unnatural to me that men would wear condoms while fucking each other. I would think to myself "Why the hell would you wear a condom, it's not like they can get knocked up." I would later discover I was wrong about that, but in a good way. As the college years continued, I knew I no longer wanted to be with the girl and our relationship ended. By this time I was 20, but still hadn't found the nerve to take my first cock, bare or wrapped. I decided that now was the time. I started searching hook-up sites and came across Manhunt.com. It seemed the right time, so I created a profile and threw on some hot pictures which I had had taken of myself. Naturally my profile received a lot of attention, and, as it turned-out, one guy, Chad, lived near by and as his profile attracted me, we chatted several times over the course of a few days. By this time I had convinced myself I was going to get Chad to take my cherry. After a night of a couple beers, I received a text from Chad, suggesting I come over to his house. Chad also mentioned a buddy of his would also be there, and that the guy was about my age. "Well," I said to myself, "Alright this is it, we're doing it." loaded up into my truck and headed to his apartment. I was so excited I could barely grip the steering wheel. Pulling into the apartment complex I located Chad's apartment. He had made it easy by telling me to look for the Colts flag hanging on the front door. Screwing-up my nerves, I knocked at the door, and Chad opened the door. He was wearing only a bathrobe, whereas I was wearing basketball shorts (which did nothing to hide my excitement. I couldn't believe I was about to do this! Chad immediately made me feel welcome, and asked me to follow him into the bedroom where Harry, Chad's buddy, was awaiting us. As we walked into the bedroom I was immediately presented with the vision of Harry, who was already naked, sporting an extremely large cock. Once I saw him the lust for cock took over and I said "Looks like I have some catching up to do," and instantly dropped my shorts exposing my seven inch cut cock which was at full mast. Chad dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. Finally a man had his mouth around my cock. No girl ever gave me pleasure like this. I knew I was hooked and there was no denying it. Harry walked over and I grabbed his semi-hard cock. I remember being very gratified of how good it felt to hold another guy's cock in my hand. After a few minutes I knew it was time for me to become a cock sucker, there was no going back now. Once a cock sucker always a cock sucker. I wrapped my mouth around Harry's large cock and tried mimicking what I've seen in gay porn since I was a young boy. He moaned and seemed to enjoy it. After a few minutes of that Chad mentioned that Harry should fuck me. I was so ready for my first cock. I owned a few large dildos and three inch wide butt plugs so I was confident I could take his cock. I hopped on the bed and presented my ass to Harry, doggy style. He lubed up my hole and I heard him snap a condom on to his cock. I remember somewhat wished he hadn't pulled-on a condom, but I had other matters on which to focus, including that I thought it odd Chad was letting Harry fuck my hole first since Chad had told me he wanted my cherry. Harry lined up his cock and teased my hole with the head before plunging his dick into my virgin hole and went balls deep. Harry's thrusts into my hole quickened as I got more comfortable. This is when I discovered I was a vocal bottom and began to start begging for him to pound my faggot hole and to make my hole gape for him. Turns out Harry was new to gay sex as well and within a few minutes he announced he was coming and buried his still covered cock into my hole. He pulled out and seemed a little different after coming. He came up with an accuse about having work early and left. I was a little dismayed he had bailed, but then Chad asked me if I was ready to lose my cherry. I said "What do you mean? Harry just took that from me." "No," said Chad "I mean your real cherry." I wasn't sure what he meant. He told me Harry didn't count because he used a condom and it just so happened to be his last condom. Chad explained to me that I hadn't really had a cock in me yet and I didn't fully experience what sex with a man should be. Without a second thought I propped my ass up on his bed again and presented my ass. This time we didn't need as much lube. Chad then asked "Are you ready to take a true cock and become one with a man?" I simply moaned and my cock became rock hard. Chad pushed his bare cock into my newly fucked hole and he let out a moan as did I. It felt completely different! Something rushed over me. It was hard to describe, but it felt so right. I swear could feel the veins of his cock as they passed my sphincter, deeper and deeper into my ass. As Chad fucked me, he told me repeatedly how good my guts felt wrapped around his bare cock, especially when he would fuck me deep for a few thrusts and pull all the way out exposing my gaping hole. "Wow, I've never seen a hole gape so easily" he remarked. As he pushed his cock back in my ass would release a nice gasp of air, showing Chad how willing I was to accept him. I felt Chad's uncovered cock start to stiffen and swell up in me. I knew he was about to cum. I asked Chad "Where are you going to blow your load? You're not wearing a condom." "It's already taken care of," Chad chuckled as he picked-up his pace, and his breath turned into a series of continuous grunts. Then Chad said the words that would change my life "Prepare to be bred by my bare cock, you fucking bareback slut." With that he then buried all six inches of his thick bare cock into my guts and emptied his load deep into my virgin gut. We remained connected to each other, his cock holding his cum in my used ass like the knot on a dog's cock. I loved knowing his cock was holding his cum in while my guts adsorbed his load and accepted it into my body. After a few minutes he withdrew from my ass and I felt my asshole. It was sopping wet, which lead Chad to comment "Well now you're truly a man whore. That is what man-on-man sex is suppose to be. Promise me you will always bareback from now on. Without hesitation, I nodded in agreement. As becomes a good bottom, I left Chad's apartment without cumming, hopped in my truck and drove home, Chad's load leaking out of my hole while en-route. The sensation of his cum oozing out of my ass was too enticing. I had to stick a finger in my hole and feel myself up a bit. So I did and had my first ever taste of cum, and I thought myself fortunate to have had it come straight from my ass. I knew I was a barebacker and would find myself only wanting to watch bareback gay porn. I discovered more and more websites that catered to my desires. One day I was on Treasure Island Media and was watching some of the trailer videos. I loved how hot the no limits bare sex was and I knew I needed to do that. While searching the website I saw the 'Models wanted' link. I knew it was for me to start thinking about taking the next step. Part two coming soon if wanted.

Last week I was in Columbus. OH . I posted on cl and waited for replies. I got a response from a young Indian guy who just wanted to fuck. I sent him information and in about 20 min he showed up. He was s very thin guy and I thought he would have a small Dick. Well was I wrong. When he took his pants off I could see a huge bulge. When he removed his under ware all I could say was WOW He was like 12 " and think. He said condoms didn't.t fit so he wanted to bareback me. I laid on my stomach and he went in in one swift plunge . It took me by surprise and hurt for a minute. He then pounded me. It was not long till he moaned and went in as deep as he could. He came a huge load. He then whispered he could cum again. He stayed in my ass and got hard again. He shot another load up my ass. When he pulled out I could cum all over his dick.he said thank you and dressed and left. I could feel his loads dripping out all night

I just recently noticed that I enjoy some pain while getting fucked... I met this guy in a club a couple of weeks ago. We went to his place and started undressing immediately. Being in his bedroom, he tells me he ran out of lube yesterday and didn't manage to buy new one, so we're going to use spit. I didn't really like it as my previous experiences with spit were not that good as it dried quite fast and got uncomfortable pretty soon. It was the same with with this guy, however after feeling the pain in my ass, I started to notice that I like it. A lot. It was painful, but I was thrilled by how much pleasure and pain a cock can give me. I don't like nipple clamps and other stuff that can be painful, I only like it in my ass coming from a hard cock. I talked to a few friends about this, but none of them was feeling the same way. So, quentions to you: Bottoms: Have you experienced a similar feeling/desire of liking the fuck pain? Tops: Does iit turn you on to let the bottom feel some pain when you fuck him?

Continuing on with the story! As the 40 year old hunk squeezed a second finger inside my hole, I knew I had him, but, as he wiggled his fingers around, certainly deeper than he had let on he would go, I let him think I was distracted by the porn. I knew he wanted to do more, but he wasn't quite ready, so I gave him more bait with the intention of getting him to pounce on my hole. "Hey, you can jerk off you know" I suggested, adding "you can even grind my ass - if you give me a kiss, alright?" No sooner had I made the offer, then he leaned over me, and in the process his cock ground against my ass, poking my ball sack as we exchanged a firm tongue-swirling kiss. He wrapped his strong hand around my dick, and, in his low manly voice, quietly whispered "Can I fuck you, if I put on a condom?" I felt both pity and satisfaction hat he was willing to settle for that unnatural and unsatisfactory option. He clearly really wanted me, which was, of course, exactly where I wanted him to be. I wanted him so desperate that he would feel no guilt in blowing his corrupt seed into my ass - that his sole desire would be to plant that cum as deeply as it could go. "No!" I say honestly " I only play raw, because, well," I tried to look innocent as I didn't want to let him know I actually wanted his dirty seed, "I just don't enjoy rubber," which I could truthfully say as I could never understand anyone could get off inside a latex bag. "But," he responded, looking at me like a horny dog, "can I fuck you anyway? I'll pull out before I cum. You'll be safe. Promise." I all but openly scoffed, knowing a rather thin lie when I heard one. I decide to entice him with a truth, a truth that would compel him to slide his seven inches of overly dick inside my ass. "No, you can't do that either. Once a guy has begun fucking me, I've never let him pull out. It's a waste," trying to look embarrassed, even if I knew the statement was true. "Wait" he responded, rubbing his cock against my ass crack again, "if a cock goes in, you won't let the top go if he doesn't cum in you?" "So?" I responded, getting ready as I saw the look in his eye. I suddenly made as if I was going to extract myself from him, which induced him to surrender whatever hesitation he might have been entertaining, as he pushed his fat cock head against my sphincter. "Hey, no! Stop, don't slide in," I said, a scant second before his hot cock caused I to moan in pleasure as my sweet pure neg asshole was opened up by the depraved meat which was invading my body. The pretense of innocence dropped from my eyes as I also stopped struggling, my ass adjusting to the initial burning pleasure that comes from a good fuck session, thinking to myself 'Fuck, he's inside me, and I can't let his diseased cock out of my hole until he had blown his cum inside my ass. No matter how hard it is on me, this is my mission, and i will do it, but I can still torture him'. "You fuck," I yelled out "how can you do this to me? Now I'm gonna get infected by someone as heartless as you!" It occurred to me that I might have laid it on him a little too well, as I felt him begin to pull out, so I looked at him like an angel, but the lust in my eyes made my lust it clear as I said "Hey, don't commit to rape, then pull out." "Finish-up what you started, you sick fuu...." He cut me off with a sharp jab, and then another, and soon, his thrusts were slow fucking me, but hard, which caused him to lean over me, fucking me just as I wanted him to do. I was hard as a rock, trying and failing to hold back. My ass muscles clenched his meat, leaving my asshole vulnerable to being torn as I came on my torso and face. But he just fucked me even faster and harder. "You're one sick fuck, you want my bug!" he hissed between grunts. The time he spent at the gym was coming in handy to give him the energy to keep pounding. As some bottoms do after orgasm, I cried out in pain as he fucked away, but I knew I would go through with it, that by this point t his cock was surely leaking its poz pre-cum into my body, and I only wanted more. "No, I just want your cum, you fucker," I cried out, but "I'll take your bug if it means I get your cum!" He hissed again as his heavy body made my knees arch ever nearer to my head as he fuckin' used me "You are a sick fuck. Admit it," he muttered, perhaps hoping for real encouragement. I know I had him now. He couldn't stop himself. His only option was to give me what I wanted, so I humored him one last time saying with a snide smile "I'm not a sick fuck like you, but, if you try hard enough then maybe I fucking will be!" He responded by fucking me deeper, ever harder, his cock completely in charge of his body. He spoke one last time before his approaching climax "You got it bitch! One sick fucker, cumming up!" And with that, he sank himself in and blew his POZ load right where I wanted it, right up my well prepared NEG ass. Without barriers or guilt, he fucking loaded me, and wanted to do it, too. That will do. x

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Embrace this newfound facet of your life......toss your lube and be strictly raw!

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about... When I noticed I liked it, I decided to explore that fetish, but most of the tops I've been with since then didn't like the thought of giving me a fuck that's partly painful for me, so I'm curious for what's to come.

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About six weeks ago I saw an ad on GayRomeo from a guy from the north of the country who was looking for a small apartment in my (relatively new) hometown in the south. Looked at his profile: 42,Top Only, Size L dick. Relationship and safe sex fields empty. Not much else in his profile. Three pics of random body shots (no dick shot). Sent him a PM that my downstairs neighbor was about to move out shortly to live with his girlfriend and gave him contact details of the landlord and myself. Got a "thanks" back but didn't hear anything else. Even if I very likely was not his type I thought it would be nice to have another gay guy in our small complex as I still don't know any other gay guys in this town after moving there myself recently. Wednesday morning there was a guy at my door. Introduced himself as the guy from GR. Attractive nice looking man. Thanked me for the info. He liked the apartment and had been moving in (which explained the noise I'd been hearing). I introduced myself and told him to let me know if he needed help. He could use some help that afternoon. Went downstairs later when I heard him move around. Guy was dressed in show-all gym tights and tanktop. Seeing this I knew it would probably more than just moving stuff around. While doing some work he started asking questions about the town, environment, work, GayRomeo, what gay life was like here. Got personal by asking about HIV status. Then startled me by asking if I got enough dick! Guess the answer showed on my face (no). He cupped his cock and balls and asked if I wanted some (he'd seen my GR profile too). I wasn't prepared so in short I just sucked him till the last drop. Nice size cock, thick and cut (which is unusual here in NL). Afterwards he grinned and told me to come back anytime. And that was Saturday. He texted me if I wanted a drink when he got back from work (2nd day on the job). I did prepare this time. Was good that his new couch was leather because I spunked all over it when he plowed my ass (no questions about condoms). He dumped a nice load in me, patted my ass and said it was nice to have such a "friendly" neighbor. Not sure if he means that or if he just thinks it is very convenient to have a willing hole living upstairs, but I don't really care. He's on the police force and works shifts so I never know when he's home or not but I am not complaining. Never imagined I would have a hot fucker like him living so close. This is going to be fun. Attached pic is not from my new neighbor but it gives you an idea what he was wearing Wednesday afternoon and told me there would likely be more than just helping him moving stuff around.

I like a little bit of pain- like when a big dick slides into me and the guy doesn't give me time to adjust or relax. He can feel me struggle a bit and knows that the only choice I have is to surrender my hole. I don't want pain for the entirety of the experience, but a minute or two to help remind me what I'm there for is hot.

I took 5 loads from a group of daddies at the baths on Friday. I hate doing one on one hookups, I really like the feeling of a new guy sliding his fuck stick into my messy cunt one right after another.

yeh, i like pain too to some extent. pain is partly what makes it feel so good.

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One thing I have learned about friends is they can be judgemental, especially gay friends. Sure they may totally care about you, mine do but that does not stop them from being judgemental. That is why I would not consult my friends when it came to deciding whether or not to go on PrEP it's a question that I will consult my gay doctor on and no one else. If I were you I would take the friends out of the equasion.

I have a mate who is going through similar. He had been mostly safe top until the start of this year, and then took a couple of raw loads and gradually got more addicted. Our conversations have got hotter, as he finds his way around the bareback brotherhood, and discovers new thoughts and feelings. I like seeing the gradual descent of a man into a pigbrother, a guy who slowly accepts slams or drugs or no longer goes out fully geared to clubs, but starts dressing sluttier and sluttier. He on course to convert, sure, and he'll make a fine addition to the brothers. Once it starts, it's hard to turn back.

This is the closest experience to mine I think. I get totally turned on knowing that I'm giving someone else pleasure. Although i'm focused on trying to earn the top's load and do a good job of servicing his dick, i'm not always concsciously thinking of much in particular. I often feel in a totally zoned out state of bliss, where I simply enjoy *being*. Being there, being a hole and helping a guy to cum. When i'm naked, with my ass spread and hole on display, everything just feels right with the world!

Love to be watched while getting fucked and bred... hopefully by guys that want to take a turn at my ass next!

totally love being fucked & bred in front of others to watch & join in

My bf went on PrEP a year ago and at the 6 month point stopped asking men about their status -- he's probably bred 8 men and been bred by 4 since then and all is well.

I hate it when guys come into my room to use my hole and they close the door. i want the whole world to see what a cum dump I am. Willing to take any raw cock and load.

He spent 18hours in my hotel room taking loads. He's nice guy. damn hot ass. Filmed him getting loaded. guess it was my day with Ian Jay movie

-Well, if you plan to have 70 pozzing sessions (let's assume all with different poz-men) then the chance is much bigger than 1 to 71 you will be infected, at the start of the series! 1-(70/71) to the exponent of 70= about 0.63, meaning your chance is then (beforehand) almost 2 to 3 of getting the bug. ...Correct me if I am wrong. It's true the dice has no memory. But before the future comes it has more potential, depending on the number of times you will give it a roll.

Questions like this are the exact reason HIV educators are reluctant to give the actual risk statistics. I'll give the numbers, but first I need you to understand what they mean. The chances are exactly like when you roll a pair of dice. Each and every time you toss the die, you have exactly the same chance of it coming up snake eyes. It could be the first time you roll them, or you might never have it happen. The chance of snake eyes has no relationship to what happened on previous rolls. It in no way impacts what number will come up in the future. It takes one fuck from one guy to become Poz. Top or bottom, it's still just one fuck. Be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong guy, and it's one fuck. About 83% of new infections are from guys who do not know they are Poz. They all think they're "clean." There are also a pile of variables that we can't predict. Some people are genetically more receptive to HIV. How rough of a fuck? Did it draw blood? Was lube used? The high multi-million viral loads of a newly infected guy greatly increase the chance - and he can't even test Poz yet. The moderately high viral loads of a chronically infected guy who isn't on treatment still pose a relatively "high" risk. But even the continuum from "High Risk" to "Low Risk" used by our HIV educators, is considered "Low Risk" to "Negligible Risk" by HIV specialists. Studies and research show that it is extremely unlikely an Undetectable Pozzie to transmit the virus. We know it is theoretically possible for it to happen if all the wrong conditions existed, but that would be an exceeding rare event. It is very difficult to calculate the risk per exposure. The numbers below are the current best estimates. They are for transmission from a chronically infected individual with a viral load in the 30,000 to 120,000 range. For a bottom the risk is 1 in 71 exposures to the virus. For an uncut top it is 1 in 161. For a cut top it is 1 in 909. Again - that DOES NOT mean a bottom can get fucked by a Pozzie 70 times without catching the virus. Each and every exposure carries that same 1 in 71 chance. It might happen on the first roll in the hay, or it might never happen.

A lot of the time I don't get hard when I'm getting fucked, especially if it's a hard, rough fuck like I enjoy and deserve. Occasionally I get a hard on but usually it goes soft while I'm getting pounded, a couple of my FBs like to flick my soft cock when they fuck me while I'm on my back, I love it. I do cum though when I have a hard cock in my ass, I can't help it, when the top hits my sweet spot I shoot my load. I agree though that all pleasure for a bottom should come from his cunt and not his useless cock.

Personally, i'm not a jackhammer fucker and I like to receive the same as I like to give. If a bottom cums while I'm fucking him, I would prefer that he just stop(.) - allow me to stay inside. His previous fuckings probably haven't left him to feel he can have trust that I won't move (and hurt him). I just want to enjoy the feeling of being deep inside him. As he relaxes we can pick up fucking again. Same when i've shot into him (whether he's cum or not) - i'll go deep as possible and want to stay there while my cum continues to flow into him. I want to leave every drop in him. If we lay still, and i slowly soften, his hole should tighten around me. If we remain in this position, when he/we are up for more motion, i'll start to get hard again and we can do it all over. If fucking is not comfortable for him, it's not comfortable for me.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

I find it hysterical the way that so many guys talk up all black men like they are all sexual gods with gigantic cocks. I know hundreds of black men, and just like men of any race/creed/nationality, they are all different just like everyone else. You guys working off pornstar mandingo fantasies will be sadly mistaken in the real world.

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.

I could see it in Sean’s eyes that he was enjoying his first fuck and it didn't take long until I was really giving him a pounding he was beginning for when I couldn't hold back any longer and blew my poz seed inside his neg cunt. After I deposited my load I had Sean nursing on my cock while I began to go through my phone texting my party buds. I let them know that I was available to party purposely omitting any information about Sean as to surprise them when we finally connected. I heard back from a couple of my buds letting me know where the party was located. I rubbed Sean’s head letting him know that we were going out and that he should throw on some shorts and a t-shirt. He grabbed a pair of mesh basket ball shorts and a wife beater. I stopped him as he went to grab some underwear letting him know he wouldn't be needing them. We climbed into my car. As I drove off I grabbed him by the neck and pushed his hed into my lap as he began to lick my semi-hard cock through my jeans. We pulled up to a modest house a few miles away and I led Sean inside where we found one of our bottoms in the sling getting used hard. I recognized him as a 20 year old we had recently pozzed a few weeks ago. I figured he’d have a high viral load by this point good enough to help poz my Sean. I introduced Sean to my 5 buds there and suggested that we get him in the sling. The bottom boy was a little disappointed until we told him that he’d get to chance to fuck my boy. Someone produced some Caverject for our bottom boy as Sean got comfortable in the sling. I fixed him a good slam that would have him so fucked up he’d have little clue as to the time he would be spending in the sling. Our bottom boy turned top couldn't wait to fuck my boy and got between Sean’s legs as I began to administer Sean’s slam. I barely finished as he began to fuck my boy with his 7” piece of meat. I imagined he becoming friends with my boy and (between the two of them) pozzing a number of neg twinks. While Sean was getting his neg ass fucked full of very toxic cum I let my buddies know what had happened that afternoon that had me fucking my own son. I could see their cocks stiffen as I told them about his excellent blow job and his first slam. Everyone gathered around Sean as he received a good fucking and a toxic load from our bottom turned top. After he finished up another bud took his place while Sean was fed cock. One by one each of my buds (along with myself) seeded Sean’s hole to the point he had cum leaking out onto the floor. As the sun peaked through the windows our bottom boy who first seeded Sean when we arrived began to eat the dripping cum from my boy’s hole. Once he had enough cum in his mouth he approached Sean’s head and spit the cum from his mouth into Sean’s right before he kissed him. The two spoke as Sean climbed out of the sling. It was Saturday afternoon and I knew that the baths would be getting a little busy soon. Sean and his new friend exchanged numbers as they dressed and we were off to the baths.

I couldn't resist his hot mouth as he worked my cock with an expertise that had me blowing my load down his throat in no time. After he cleaned my cock off I looked down at him and let him know that we needed to talk. After my son had finished sucking a load out of my cock he disappeared into the bedroom as I finished drying off. I walked naked into the bedroom to find him lighting up my Tina pipe as I slowly walked across the room to join him on the bed. He took a couple big hits and handed the pipe to me. I followed his lead and took a could hits of my own. I asked him how long he knew. The question had a double meaning, one was about his own sexuality and the second was about his knowledge of mine. He answered both meaning by telling me he knew about my being gay from his mother’s conversations with her friends. Sean knew about his being gay since he was 13 when he was abused by one of my ex’s boyfriends who got Sean to suck his cock while his mom was at work and unavailable to take care of his needs. He went on to tell me that he found my pipe and stash when he was snooping around the apartment one afternoon and knew that we’d get along just fine. He also told me that he wanted me to take his cherry and breed him. I cautiously told him he may not want that from me only to be told as he took another hit from the pipe that he knew exactly what he was asking me. I looked into his eyes and knew he knew what he was asking. As I kissed him he wrapped his arms around me as he lay back and allowed me to climb on top of his slim frame. It didn't take me long to respond as my cock began to harden again. As we kissed he looked me in the eyes and almost pleaded me to seed him but not before he pulled out a couple points from under a pillow as he asked me to slam him up and use him all weekend. I didn't ask him anything more. As I prepped a point for him (and one for me) I explained how to prepare a point. I then asked him if he’d like to meet some of my friends. He shook his head yes and asked if I might take him to the local baths as well that weekend. A smile came to his face as I had his point in hand. I fixed the tourniquet on his arm and looked for a good vein. Sean watched as I explained to him how to administer. I stuck the point in his arm and drew back to register a flash of blood to make sure I was in the vein. I then emptied the contents into his arm and pulled the tourniquet from his arm and watched his reaction. Sean coughed out hard as the slam hit him hard. I prepped a good strong one for his fist slam. Sean began to suck me hardening cock as I applied the tourniquet to my arm. He had my hard 8” down his throat as I registered the flash and emptied the slam into my own arm. I pulled the tourniquet and coughed out as Sean was eagerly swallowing my cock. I flipped us around so Sean could continue sucking my cock while I began to rim his eager ass. He couldn't keep my cock in his mouth as he began to uncontrollably moan. I continued to lick his sweet tasting ass as he moaned and began to beg for me to fuck him. I wasn't one to disappoint my boy and flipped him on his back as I placed his calves on my shoulders. I placed my semi-slick cock with his semi-wet hole and began to push my way inside as I kissed Sean. As our kiss broke Sean looked up at my with a slight look of anguish and pain in his eyes. I continued to work my cock into his hole letting him know that that was all the lube he was going to get as I set to fuck away his cherry. As I began to bottom out balls deep inside my boy’s hole I grabbed the pipe and light the torch. I let Sean know that we were going to shotgun this hit and he was eager to try. I began to draw back a very big hit of Tina and then sealed my mouth over my boy’s as I exhaled the smoke into his lungs which Sean returned the smoke to my own lungs. The exchange went back and forth several times until we both were in need of oxygen. After a good shotgun Sean seemed to be more at ease as I began to fuck at his tight hole. I fucked away at Sean’s hole I could tell I was tearing him up a little bit, not too much, but just enough to be sure his hole would be more accepting to my poz seed. I could see it in Sean’s eyes that he was enjoying his first fuck and it didn't take long until I was really giving him a pounding he was beginning for when I couldn't’t hold back any longer and blew my poz seed inside his neg cunt.

Last nights CumUnion was hot. There were finally enough uninhibited guys there that fucking was actually happening outside of the darkroom and private rooms. Several orgies broke out in the upper video area, versatile flip fucking, train fucks, spit roasts, swapping partners around, all of the wonderful things that can happen when a good cock and ass crazed dog pile orgy gets going. The slings out in the open were finally getting some good use too. Hope it continues, Hawks was a true sex club for once.

OK, I don't have a made up part two, however, I have given my Father some grandkids, that I pozzed up

Lots for me. Some that come to mind: Trent Diesel, Harley Everett, D.O., Jason Crew, Cliff Jensen, Sebastian Young, Christian Wilde, Ricky Sinz, Brenn Wyson, Tony Buff, Adam Knox, Wolf Hudson, Spencer Reed, Michael Brandon, Tamas Eszterhazy, Dillon Press. Also Nick Piston (who did a couple vids for TIM years ago).

I would go on the honeymoon with you two. ;-)

I would marry that whore tomorrow.

Also, let it be known he is not strictly a bottom. I was at a friend's apartment fucking around and Ian and some pals joined us. He fucked and bred my ass.

today at lunch, texted a buddy before my break and he picked me up in the parking lot we drove a few miles to a park and he breed in the back of jeep. fucking breed me good then let me suck on his cock for the reminder of my lunch hour before dropping me back off to finish my day with two loads of his cum in me one in my ass and one down my throat. He's always good 20 minutes later so always a double load from him