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Its Saturday afternoon and I'm bored so I decide to go to the ymca for a workout. Haven't been there in while but decided I better use it before my membership expires. I walk in and it's pretty dead. Only one other older man working out in the weight room. I'm still a young guy , only 19 and still very slim and twinky. This older man must have been in his 50's , stocky and muscular. Obviously very strong. I started to work out and got on the bench to do some bench presses. Of course I only put 40 pounds on the bar ! but I didn't want to strain myself or get stuck with a bar on my chest ! As I'm pumping the older man comes over and say's " Hey , let me help , I'll be your spotter ! " I said " sure " As I'm laying there he stands over me and I can see up his shorts.. He's commando and he has a really big dick. At 19 I'm still a little confused (denial) about my sexuality but knew I was attracted to cock. I couldn't help but look at his big cock. I think he spotted me looking. Next thing I know as I'm pumping my 40 lbs I can feel my cock getting a hard on. I'm sure he must have noticed. I finished up my workout and thanked the man helping me . I decided to hit the showers. The older man was already in the shower. I kept thinking to myself , don't get a hard on ! Don't look at his cock !" At first I was fine , no hard on , I walk into the opposite side and turned on the shower.. My little twinky ass was facing him as I did my best to just take a shower and not look at around his big cock so I wouldn't get a hard on. But as I showered I couldn't help but get aroused knowing he man across the shower had a big yummy looking cock.. I got a hard on anyway , though I tried my best not to. I'm showering trying to get my cock down but I couldn't help it , I had hard on and it wasn't coming down.. I tried not to let him see it by not facing his way.. The man says from across the shower " you sure do have a cute ass" I couldn't believe what I just heard.. I turn my head around keeping my hard on out of view and there he was with a big hard on.. I couldn't help but look.. He grabs his big cock and strokes it while I'm looking.. My cock is frozen hard so I give in and I turn around and expose my hard on.. Man says " anytime I see a cute little twink with a hard on looking at my big cock it only means one thing " I said nothing .. The man walks toward me , his big cock , hard as hell , was coming at me swinging back and forth with each step.. I was froze in a trance staring at this big cock coming at me .. he commands to me my knees and I obeyed. I was to be dominated and I let it happen.. The man say's " you ever suck a poz cock ?" I said nothing .. I had often masturbated fantasizing about sucking and fucking big poz cock while reading stories on the breeding zone. My fantasies were coming true and I liked it. He guides his big poz cock toward my lips in a seductive manner guiding it across my lips , I didn't even hesitate as I wrapped my lips around his big poz cock and began to swirl my tongue over the head.. He say's " oh yeah , suck it good boy!" " I knew you were a little gay twink boy minute I saw you." as he now has my head and is slowly mouth fucking me.. It wasn't long before I got my first taste of his poz precum.. My cock is ridged hard .. it was then I knew I was a gay sub twink and there was no turning back. I just needed a dominate top man to make me come to the realization that I'm a bottom boy.. Suddenly another man walks into the shower while I'm sucking cock.. I was embarrassed but he held my head and made me suck it.. Apparently they knew each other. He was another older man with a big cock.. The man say's " Hi Kevin , I got a little twink boy to share ! " Kevin says " Hi Bob , I see!" Next thing I know Kevin has a big hard on and is also standing over me stroking his cock.. I reached up and grabbed his cock while still sucking off Bob's big cock.. I switch over to Kevin's big poz cock ! Kevin says " Oh yeah , your good little cocksucker , you like that big poz dick don't you boy !" I found myself sucking off two poz men.. My cock was extremely hard and started dripping precum .. Bob says to Kevin " lets take our boy back to the conversion room".. I knew what that meant .. I was nervous but I let it happen , I deserved to be pozzed for going with these guys.. My cock stayed ridged hard as I was led back to the conversion room.. It was a small room with a couch. Bob laid back on the couch and ordered me to suck his big poz cock.. As I sucked Bob , Kevin moved in behind me.. Soon I felt his big poz cock rubbing my ass crack.. Kevin kept rubbing his big poz cock back and forth across my ass crack . it felt really good , he made me want it ! Kevin slowly worked his big cock head in my ass.. Kevin say's " your a tight little twink !" It started to become hard to concentrate on sucking Bob's big cock while Kevin was head fucking me.. he kept slipping the head in and out.. his precum kept making it slicker.. soon kevin was able to drive it in balls deep.. Kevin says " yeah boy , take all that dick !" " Don't worry boy this won't take long , I'll cum in your tight hole in no time !" Kevin grabs my hips and keeps it deep for a minute then starts to pound my ass . Only took a few minutes of pumping me deep inside my ass before he unleashed his poz load .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load one squirt at a time deep in my ass.. I had just took my first injection of poz cum.. Kevin pulls out and say's " your turn Bob , come get some of this tight ass !" Bob put me on my back on the edge of the couch and spread my legs , his big poz cock slipped right in as my ass that was dripping cum .. Bob's started pounding me .. Bob say's " oh yeah , you got a nice tight hole ! I'm fixin to drop a huge load in your ass !" Bob was fucking the shit out of me.. I just continually moaned as Bob pounded my prostate.. Soon Bob made me cum without even touching my cock.. I shot my load all over my stomach ! My cumming made Bob's big cock swell and Bob could no longer control his urge to cum deep in my ass.. As I cummed Bob lets out a loud grunt as he lets loose his first shot of poz cum deep in my ass.. We were cumming at the same time, I must have shot a dozen squirts of semen with each stroke deep in my ass .. Bob seemed to cum for over a minute ! He made sure I took it all his poz load.. The conversion was complete .. Within 4 weeks I had "the poz flu".. I was now a tribe member..

Saturday night gave me loads No. 10 and 11 in a 7-day stretch. Easily my biggest week ever, and my sore ass is still paying the price 48 hours later. First up Saturday was around dusk when a guy I'd been chatting with for a while hits me up online. We both have roommates, which makes it hard for us both to host, but he mentioned a park within walking distance of his place, and it's right on the Cumberland River about 10 minutes away. Very secluded spot. I meet him there with some caution, but the vibe feels right and we go at it. He's cute-ish in a hipster way, and has a nice thick dick. Before long he's lubed up and fucking me, bending me over the concrete steps of a historic, abandonded house sitting alongside the river and giving me legs and back a good workout. We got distracted a couple of times by cars circling the far end of the parking lot, but he stayed hard for a solid 15 or 20 minutes before filling my ass. We made small talk and parted ways. Since he had turned me around in several different positions before he finally came, my ass was feeling a twinge of pain by the time I got home. But I was scheduled to meet 2 friends for drinks, so I cleaned up and headed out. I was near the bar when they called and said they were exhausted and heading home. As luck would have it, a guy that I'd had dinner with about a year ago just hit me up on Grindr. He's having a bad day and craving whiskey, so I head his way. This guy has always been on my list of most-wanted tops, because I've seen pics of his cock on his profile, and he's texted me others, but again, the schedules never worked to get intimate in person. He's really cute, late 30s, great body, huge thick cock. I show up and he's obviously had a couple of drinks and feeling frisky, so in no time we're in bed with his cock down my throat and me gagging on it. He turns me over and starts fucking, eventually twisting me into a dozen different positions just like the park guy. And same as before, no mention of condoms or status, which seems to happen more often than not these days. He lasts about 30 minutes before unloading in my ass. This is one of those times I definitely needed poppers, but no luck. We cuddle for a bit and doze off before I wake up around 3 a.m. and kiss him goodbye. By the time I woke up in my own bed Sunday morning, my ass was as sore as it's ever been. Completely worn out and swolen. I'm taking a sex break until this next weekend so I can recover and get ready for the next round, which I know is coming.

"Gosh, I've got your babies in me." He was another tweaker boy. That much I figured out from our conversation on A4A. Of course, he said he only had done it two or three times, but that had the steady tone of a long-time lie. He had partied the night before and was still up; he was also still on tweaker time, arriving about 45 minutes later than I expected. And it was the standard tweaker fidgetiness and indecision, just to add agony to my already swollen and sore balls. Finally, after various false starts, we started to smoke the bong he had made up for us. In my hotel room, we had to be careful of the sweet, herbal smoke, but the old toilet paper in the paper towel tube did the trick. With each toke from the bong, he got more open, telling me about the tina high. But he also asked me my status. When I said poz, he said that we needed to use condoms. When I said bareback, he said only if I pulled out. I said we would see. I also told him I was on drugs, which was true enough, even if I was on a holiday: both from work and from the powerful side-efffects of the drugs. I figured my virus needed a holiday as well. He seemed satisfied with that, and we began to make out. It wasn't long before he wanted to suck my cock. I was plenty happy for that to happen: I had needed some sort of release. Even better, when he climbed into position, he stuck his tight little latino ass right in my face. I dove in, licking out his clean hole, getting him wet and ready for my cock. We continued rimming and sucking for a few minutes. It was the right thing to do: for me to be kissing the hole I would soon be fucking, giving it the best care so that it would take my cock readily. Although that alone would have been enough for me, but soon, he got onto all fours and put his ass in the air. I gave him one last quick ick or two on that hot ass, and then poured some lube on it. It wasn't hard to get two fingers in to him, which made me wonder if he hadn't been fucked already today. He was arching his back and pressing against my fingers, so I knew he was ready for me. I lined my dickhead up with his hole, as he inhaled from the poppers. As the third drug, after the tina and pot, hit him, he pressed back against my shaft, forcing it into his hole. He grunted, and immediately stated to work it deeper into him. I took a hit from the poppers, and helped him, both of us working together to get my cock as deep as possible into him. The fuck went on for quite a while. Just as I was flagging, he would do something like riding my cock hard, totally fucking himself on me, just in time to get me back to a pre-cum dripping hardness. I barely needed to use any lube, I was dripping so much. Of the course of the fuck, we flipped positions, from back to stomach to all fours; we flipped intensities, from slow and gentle to a hard-pounding ass fucking; we flipped intimacies, from slow deep kissing to reminding him of the slut tweaker bottom he was. The one thing that never seemed to happen was my cock falling out of his hole. It was like a vaccuum, keeping me deep in him. Even when I pulled out nearly all the way, I would always sink back in, feeling how his muscules kissed me the entire length of my shaft. I was constantly being reminded of the need to ask him where I would cum; he kept me right at the edge of cumming and it was only through sheer force of will that I didn't blast off right inside of him. "Do you still want me to pull out?" I asked. There was no immediate reaction. I did a hit of poppers, and felt the freedom hit my head. "I'm getting close," I said. With his free hand, he grabbed my hip and pulled me close. The other hand continued to furiously jack off his cock. Surprisingly, he was erect and hard. Between the tina wearing off, the pot, and my hard sahft buried in his hole, he was now a steel shaft, already dripping precum. Hearing no answer, I stopped worrying. I shoved my shaft in him, and pulled it out just as roughly. My balls were throbbing and my cock was dripping. Right as he started to cum, his hole tightened up, grabbing on to my shaft. That was the last straw, and whether he wanted it or not, I started to cum. I hadn't gotten off in two days; normally I jerk off two or three times a day. So, it was a huge, ball-drianing load I deposited into his hole. Almost immediately as his orgasm faded, he needed to push me out. My cock came out clean dn shiny, a thick cord of cum still connecting me to him. "You came in me?" he asked, incredulous, scared, and horned up by the idea. I just nodded. I started to play with his hole, feeling my load and rubbing it into him. "That's nasty," he said, but I could tell he was enjoying it. It was obvious he wanted to embrace his pig side fully, but had not gotten either the courage or the right set of drugs to do it yet. We lay in bed curled up next to each other for a while longer; he would ask me how big my load was, or if I had really cum in him. I was too tired to be committal, usually answering "That's nice," or "It was hot." Finally, I got up and snapped a few pictures of him lying, eyes closed, cum-splattered and naked on the bed. He got up a few moments later to take a shower. As he emerged from the bathroom, drying himself off, he patted himself on the stomach. "Gosh," he said. "I've got your babies in me." I nodded, wondering if I'd ever get to breed him again.

Recently I've been diagnosed hiv positive. Very recently, the past few weeks. And although in the months up until this diagnosis I have engaged in extremely risky sexual acts, and slept with many guys in my most recent trip to NYC, it was still a surprise. "I don't want this" repeated throughout my head over and over again the day the news was revealed. I went through all the usual emotions. It's still fresh in my mind but it's something I have to deal with for the rest of my life. It got me thinking that maybe I should write some of this down, and relive the actions that got me here. Maybe some will find it sexy, or informative, maybe some will be able to relate. Maybe I'll make a few online friends through this, I certainly hope so. So here goes... I spent three months in New York City, from March to June. Think of it as a very long vacation. It left me with a lot of time on my hands. Time to get into some trouble. Just through idle searching on recon previously, I had came across a few Tops who I thought would make for some interesting meetings. The only thing was I hadn't been fucked in a while, at this point I had only bare backed around 3 or 4 times. So I was very tight and very worried about not being able to accommodate a guy and making him angry. I am naturally very submissive around men I like, and the opposite around girls. I'm bisexual by the way. A fact that was questioned many times in New York, more so by gay men than women. Guys couldn't seem to get their heads around the concept. While I'm not the most manly of men, I'm certainly not feminine or camp nor does that personality type attract me sexually. Although I did find over there they were great company, just not my thing in the bed. So with this fear in mind, I thought it would be better too seek out oral tops first and work my way to anal. Not long after I settled into the city and got my bearings(living in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn) I found myself arranging to meet a "rough throatfucking dom" sounds like my kind of guy! I absolutely love being throatfucked and he was the guy to do it. His face and dick pic matched my strict criteria(he had a face and a working penis) so soon enough I was on my way to meet him. He lived on Christopher St. in Manhattan, for anyone who doesn't know nyc. This is in the West Village a very gay area of the city, along with Chelsea, what was once the hangout spot for all the bohemian musicians of the 60's and 70's, a great area which I frequented constantly. He buzzed me into his apt building. As I climbed the stair my heart began to race. I was getting nervous, after all we didn't exactly get to know each other in our conversation online. It went like this: "Def interested in brutally throatfucking you, work your skinnyboy throat pussy like a real pussy. I'm free today after 5. Interested to see how much of a brutal face fucking you can take" What I got from that wasn't much, but I knew he turned me on, and he seemed serious about throatfucking. I made sure not to eat the entire day. Something that comes natural when knowingly meeting up with guys as nerves and excitement usually suppress my appetite. I got to his door and it opened before I could knock. "Hey" he said in his deep southern drawl. I had never found an accent sexy before, but this after all was my first american man, a country I have loved from a distance. Turns out he was from Arizona, his voice was fascinating, deep and rich, but really calm. My nerves turn to excitement immediately. "Come in." He was wearing a white wife beater, black Y-fronts and white socks. He looked very different from his profile picture, much better in fact, which made me question why he hadn't updated it in seemingly some time. I asked him if I should remove my clothes and he told me just the shoes. We then walked into the living area, which was carpeted with a leather couch. He knelled me down on the carpet in front of his bulge. He pressed my face against his cock. Then it went from 0 to 60... Once he whipped his cock out of his underwear I knew I was in for it. Holy shit, pictures did not do it justice. It was massive, about 8 inches long and curved to the right, but the girth was something else. It really thickened towards the base, with a full bush to bury my face in. No warm up with this guy, he wasn't interested in a gentle blowjob. No, he meant what he said, unlike so many guys on online hook-up sites, he was the real deal. I opened wide and he rammed it straight down my throat, the bend was very noticeable and uncomfortable in this particular position. It was pushing at my throat, like it was trying to break out. He only began to hump once the dick was fully swallowed which was a nice touch and something I think most throatfuckers should do. He had his technique. He was digging for the right spot, to him it was all about the feeling, when you watch throatfucking videos, you can tell what's for show, none of what he did was theatrical, it was all functional. He wanted his dick as deep in my throat as possible, and once he hit the right spot he would, as he said he would, fuck it like a pussy. It was painful and hot at the same time. At one point I tried to breathe as his cock was deep in my throat. This, in addition to his pubes up my nostrils, caused my to gag hard. Eyes started to water, and mouth began to produce some much needed lubricant, after this the whole experience became much more enjoyable. He didn't say much as he was reaming my tonsils only the occasional "Good, goooood!" and grunts of encouragement. He reminded me to cover my top teeth, which I did immediately, hoping I didn't scratch him. He began smashing my face with his pubic bone. He was really enjoying himself, I was trying to endure the pain, and enjoying it also. When he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth, thick drool dribbled from his cock onto my t-shirt. Shit, I have to walk home like this! But then I looked at his dick. the shaft had a streak of blood on it. Oh no, did my stupid teeth cut him, will he freak out, am I going to get beat for this. He either didn't notice or didn't care, because he started jerking off furiously. He was having a good time, which made me very happy. He then pulled my shirt off, lay me on the couch with my head hanging over the back(the classic). And proceeded to pump my throat like the pussy he said it was. For some reason this position was much more comfortable, it seemed to work better with his curved. Before I knew it, he was about to cum, his thighs squeezed my face and drove his dick deep while cumming. No pulling out. I didn't even get to taste it. Straight down the hatch. He tapped me with a few smacks on the cheek as if to say "good job boy" then sat down on the couch, exhausted and happy. He jerked his semi for a while while I knelt at his feet and he asked me a few questions about Ireland, why I was here, small talk. He told me he really enjoyed it and would like to do it again. Yes! Validation, something I always aim for is a guy wanting to meet again, someone who has had so much fun with me that he'd repeat the session if given the chance. So far, everyone I've met has wanted to meet up again, not everyone actually has, but it's good enough for me that they want to. I asked to use his bathroom and as I was washing out my mouth I finally found out where the blood came from. I had bust my top lip while he was bashing his groin against it. Damn, my two front teeth. I thought as long as he had fun, I'm happy. I left the apartment optimistic about the rest of this trip. However I had absolutely no idea what lay ahead of me. Bathhouses, breedings, 3somes, orgies and being introduced to the strongest drug I've ever tried, crystal meth!! Okay, so this is my first blog, first time really talking about a sexual encounter. Please let me know if you liked it or not, or want to hear more about my stay in New York. It really was an experience with a lot of firsts, which feels good to be sharing with you guys. Thanks for reading. BH

A couple of weeks ago, someone asked in the HIV Fetish forum if anyone had ever been approached with a line about joining The Club. I told my story there. As I thought about it, I decided to expand it into a story. I hope you like it. This is the first time I have written one. Back in the mid 1990s, I had been playing safe-only for a long time. I had taken bare cock from a couple of boyfriends and one really long-term fuck buddy, but I had never taken a stranger's cock bare. Even so, I wanted more cum in me badly. Those little tastes of bare cock just made me crave more. I was in my early 30s, and I started going to the video arcade at the adult bookstore. One day I was stroking to an older bareback porno in the ABS. I had my shirt pulled up so I could play with my nips, and I had my shorts down around my ankles. The city had made them take the doors off the booths and replace them with curtains which made it really easy to slip into a booth without the guy inside noticing. I head a voice say "hey." I looked up and saw a hot guy watching me stroke. I smiled appreciatively at the young, fit brown-haired stud. "You a bottom?" he asked. I stammered out some non-committal response, but my face was red and hot with embarrassment. "That's what I thought," he said. He stepped closer and began pinching my nips. What little resistance I might have had went out the door with that. He fished a hard 7 inches out of his pants. He let me suck it while he worked my nups. "Let me fuck you." I was turned on but a little scared about sex in a public place. "Um, I don't have any condoms," I said trying to be good. "Neither do I. I never use them." This surprised me. "Don't you worry about HIV?" He smiled reassuringly. "I belong to a special Club. Guys in this Club never have to worry about catching it because we only have sex with each other and special new guys we recruit like you. I know I won't catch it from you. Right?" "Oh no. I am negative for sure." I was intrigued and incredibly turned on at this point. "I would love to join. What do I have to do?" He smiled and said, "You have to let me fuck you now. Then I will go tell all the other members who are here, and they will come fuck you, too. I know I have seen several here already today. You just wait here and take their cocks and their cum. When enough club members have fucked you, you will get the formal invitation." That sounded too good to be true. Without much more consideration, I went for it. He knelt and lifted my legs spreading them apart. He gave me a quick rimming to loosen me up. Then he slid his spit-slick cock inside me. I groaned a little but did my best to take it well. I really wanted to be in this Club that would keep me safe always. I could tell he was really excited, too, but he did his best to make sure I enjoyed the fuck. In just a few minutes, he groaned and shot his load inside me. "That's a great start man. You just sit tight, and I will send the next guy from The Club in." Then he kissed me and left. I thanked him profusely. After just a few minutes, another man entered my booth. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew this hot daddy from around town. He was a short, muscular redhead who was rumored to have a huge cock. "I hear you are ready to join, " he said. "Yes, sir. Please fuck me, " I said as a leaned back on the seat and spread my legs. "He told me you were full of spunk, so we aren't wasting time on the preliminaries, " he said as he dropped his pants. A thick 9 inches of uncut meat popped up when he did. He pushed right into me with no lube not even spit. Even with my hole sloppy I felt his huge piece stretching and tearing into me. I took it gladly remembering how I had beat off fantasizing about this guy before. He fucked me long and hard. He shifted his angle to stretch me out and rub hard against my prostate. "This needs to hurt a bit, but I want you to enjoy it, too. Every day can be like this one once you join." I moned my agreement. Eventually he finished off in my hole, too. It felt like a huge load. "That's a fine piece of ass. You keep at it like this, and you will be in The Club in no time." I replied, "That's what I want." He pulled up his shorts and left. Over the course of the next few hours, seven more guys fucked and bred me. They weren't all as hot as the first two guys. One of them had a really small cock, and a couple of them looked a little sickly. But they were all eager to get me into the club. They each fucked me hard and bred me. I hoped I was doing a good job. I did my best to milk a load from each guy, and I thanked them for their help. Finally, the first guy came back in the booth. "Man, you did an excellent job tonight. I think you are well on your way to joining, but you have to take loads from more Clubmembers to be sure." I was disappointed. "When can I take more? What if you aren't here the next time I come in?" He smiled. "Well, you are about to get one more from me. Here's what you are going to do next time. Tell any guy who wants to fuck you that you are trying to join The Club. He will know what to do, and he will spread the word around. That way all the guys in The Club who are there that night will fuck you." That sounded good to me. He dropped his pants and slid back inside my puffy, used hole running with cum. As he pumped my ass he said, "I am so proud of how far you have come in one night. You were so shy the first time I came in here. I am going to give you my number. But I don't want you to call me until you have taken at least 50 loads from Club members. Will you promise?" I smiled and nodded. He pounded hard into me until he shot another load inside me. The next time I went to the ABS, I didn't see the guy who told me about The Club, but he was totally right. When I would tell any guy who was about to fuck me that I was looking to join The Club, he always knew just what I wanted. He would unload inside me and then tell all the other Club members there that night what I wanted. After just a few visits, I made it to 50 Clubmember loads. I still hadn't seen my buddy started me on my quest to join. I decided to call the number he gave me. When the local HIV hotline answered, I suddenly understood what Club I had been trying to join. But the hot guy who recruited me told the truth about one thing; after I got my "membership certificate" from the health clinic, I never had to worry about catching the bug again.

How many guys think they are closet barebackers? Had a guy that would do 'just the tip' and then put a condom on. Does that everytime, but is a damn good fuck. Expecting he'll BB me totally soon since it seems most guys that play that game eventually go BB. Hoping the third time is the charm.

I had a session last night with a very hot guy - mid 30s, muscular and very dominant, just how I like em! Anyway, I arrived at his place and as soon as I'm through the door he orders me to strip and get myself hard. I had a pretty good idea what he wanted from me, i'd experienced something similar to this a few years ago. "Cum for me, and hurry up" he orders. So I jerk myself off while he sits and watches, stroking his cock through his boxers. I shot my load within a few minutes which he then scooped up off my chest and used to lube up my hole before fucking and using me for several hours straight. It was so hot for me to get my orgasm out of the way before the session even started, for the rest of the night I had no interest at all in jerking off or cumming again and I could totally focus on giving him pleasure and servicing his dick with my ass. I felt like the perfect bottom fucktoy. This is the second time i've experienced a top who demanded this of me but it was so hot, I wish it would happen every time! Anyone else had a similar experience?

This is my first story ever. I hope it turns you all on. It turned me on to write it and I look forward to adding on to it. MAC MEN By Randy Rawman I had been single exactly one month when my Powerbook died. I skipped the Apple store and went to a Mac Dealer in my neighborhood called MacMen. I’ve long thought that the guys at the Genius Bar are the unsung sex symbols of the new millennium, lanky bespectacled nerds with hard lean bodies and sexy tattoos under their royal blue T shirts with just a few clicks of their magic fingers and fix whatever’s ailing you and make everything okay. Yes, Apple geeks are dorky sexy. Angel’s just plain sexy. When I first laid eyes on him, I had come straight from the gym and was wearing my favorite ass-hugging red Umbro shorts and a gray Underarmour tank that caressed my pecs and shoulders and made me feel like a super hero. As Angel entered all my information into the stores computer, I took the opportunity to give him the once over. I couldn’t quite put my finger on his enthicity. There’s some Latin in there, a little Asian, maybe, definitely some black. Whatever it was, he was fucking hot. When I showed pick up my fixed computer a few days later, I was wearing the same shorts with a vintage Adidas nylon tank. Again, I had come fresh from the gym. I stayed extra long because I wanted to get a pump going in case Angel was working. Sure enough, it was him. “Hey Gym boy,” he says, even though I’m probably a few years older than him. “Here’s what we did.” He then proceeds to explain exactly what was wrong with my Mac and what they did to fix it. I could barely focus because his voice was so sexy (Where the fuck is he from?) and also because the way he was leaning on the counter, I can see his denim clad ass in the mirror behind him. While we’re waiting for my credit card to be approved, I consider asking Angel to coffee or something but can’t get up the nerve to say anything. He’s too fucking hot for me anyway. I thank him then head outside to my car. I load my computer into my trunk and when I slam the trunk lid, I see Angel walking toward me with a cocky smile. “Did I forget something?” I ask. “No,” he says. He walks the last few steps to face me before speaking again, this time in a much more hushed tone. “I wanted to catch you because I wanted to invite you to something, a party next month.” What? I was hoping that somehow our paths would cross again, but this I didn’t see coming. “A party?” I repeated. “Like a customer appreciation kind of thing?” Angel laughs. “No, it’s a private party,” he says. I shoot him a confused look. “Look, I fixed your computer,” he says, taking a step toward he and putting his arm on my bare shoulder, his volume lowering to just above a whisper. “I know what kind of dirty stories you read, what blogs you visit, what movies you download.” “I think that’s called invasion of privacy,” I say. “I think we share a common hobby,” he says. I don’t know whether to feel completely violated or totally turned on. “And what’s that?” I ask. He gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Breeding and getting bred,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. This practically knocks the wind out of me. Just then, a mother walks by with two toddlers, totally unaware that helpful computer dork just called me out on my dirtiest little secret and that we were in the processing of bonding over one common interest; loads in asses. “Look, I gotta get back in there,” he says, handing me a postcard. “If I’m right about what you need, call the number on the bottom of that card.” He’s fucking me with his eyes now. “If I’m wrong, keep living in fantasy land and I’ll see you next time your laptop crashes from all the raw fucking you keep downloading.” It’s not until I get back in my car, that I realize my dick is rock hard and leaking in my shorts. I take a breath and read the postcard. If it was going to be an invitation to some kind of sex party, I expected it to be mysterious and vague. That wasn’t Angel’s style. BREEDHOUSE LA PRESENTS… SHUDDER Join LA’s hottest sex-studs for marathon night of load-swapping sperm-soaked fucking. JULY 24, 2013 THE RULES ARE SIMPLE: NO CONDOMS & NO PULLING OUT. NO LOADS WASTED. IF IT DOESN’T GO UP YOUR ASS, YOU BETTER FUCKING DRINK IT. The artwork is a cartoon of a blond muscle stud being fucked by a darker muscle stud who looks a lot like Angel while a group of other studs watch and wait their turn. Both fuckers are shuddering, heads thrown back in nut-draining ecstasy as the blond begs, “Breed me, fucker. Flood my ass,” and the Latino says simply: “Take. My. Cum. Uuunnnnnnnngh.” In the corner, written in ropy white letters is the artist’s signature; Angel S. Even his signature is made of cum. He’s a man of many talents. Am I brave enough to explore his other ones? It takes me two days to call him. I expect to get voicemail. I don’t. “Hello,” he says. Oh shit, do I hang up or do I talk? “Angel, this is Randy,” I say, my voice quivering. “You fixed my computer.” “I know who you are,” he says. “I was just thinking about your ass in those red shorts and how much I’d like to fill it.” I always thought my ass looked good in those shorts. Nice to have some confirmation. “How many times did you almost call me and then pussy out?” “None,” I lie. “Okay, four.” He scoffs. “Seven,” I say finally. “So I was right about you?” he says cockily. “Yes and no,” I say, fumbling the words as I try to explain myself. “I’m turned on by all that stuff, so turned on I can’t see straight, but in real life, I haven’t really explored that side of myself. Up until a month ago, I was in a monogamous relationship for ten years with a guy who didn’t like fucking. He was just into oral.” “Did Mr. Blowjob know what was on your computer?” he asks. “He didn’t want to know,” I say. “I haven’t been with anyone else in ten years.” “God, I bet you’re so fucking tight,” he says. I don’t know what to say to that. I’m saved from my awkwardness when I hear a doorbell ring on his end of the phone. “Look Randy,” he says, “I want to talk to you more, I really do, but I got a couple from Silverlake coming over here, a blond and a Latino…and the Latino’s going to breed me while I fill the blond with my four-day load. So I can’t talk. Have you thought about the party?” “It’s all I’ve thought about…but I’m not sure—“ “Check your email in tonight,” he says. “I got a proposition for you.” “You need my email address?” “I got it.” “What’s this proposition?” I say. “Just tell me.” The truth is, I just want to keep him on the phone. His voice makes me throb. “I can’t talk now, my buddies just parked…oh shit, they brought the leather, this is going to be so fucking hot, Randy. Fuck.” “Can I watch?” I say, jokingly. Angel laughs. “Hey, wait. Maybe you can,” he says. “You got Skype?” Fifteen minutes later, I’m matching a red-hot threeway unfold somewhere in the Hollywood Hills. Angel hasn’t told other two studs know he’s Skyping, but he’s positioned his computer with a nice view of the room. It’s his bedroom-slash fuck-den, complete with black leather covered bed and mirrors all around, and he’s making sure to be real vocal for me. “That’s it, Oscar,” he says when the Latino in chaps and a harness places his fat cockhead at his hot tight pucker. “Just drive it in. Uuuunnnnngh fuck! Don’t move for a second, let me get used to it.” “Okay, that’s a second,” says Oscar, with an evil smile. “I gotta fuck now.” He starts driving his cock in and out of Angel’s hot hole, withdrawing till just the head is inside and then slamming forward smashing Angel forward causing him to grind his hard cock into the bed. “Let me get on my knees, Oscar,” insists Angel. “This grinding is going to make me shoot and I don’t want to cum on the bed.” “That’s right,” says the blond, Ron, who’s in a leather vest and Nasty Pig jockstrap. “What’s the rule?” All three of them say it at once. “No wasted loads.” Angel looks right into the lens when he says that. And then he laughs. I know what he’s doing. He wants that to be my rule, too. He’s going to insist I live by it, too, or he doesn’t even want to fucking know me. No wasted loads. I can imagine him making me recite a manifesto, something like, “If there’s a cock in the room I’m in that isn’t mine, and it’s shooting a load, it’s going in me. It’s going down my throat or better yet—way better yet—up my hot ass. That’s what I was made for.” “And what else?” I imagine him asking. “And if my cock’s shooting its load, it’s going in an ass or a mouth, even if it has to be my own.” As I daydream about this, I make a promise to myself right then that from now on, even when I jack off, I eat the load. No wasted loads. “Oh fuck, I’m getting close and I don’t want to blast yet,” says Oscar. He pulls his drooling 9-inch breeding stick out of Angel’s ass, flips him around and shoves it down his throat. In the same flurry of moment, Ron, who’s 8 inches with fat mushroom head, goes balls deep into Angel in one smooth stroke. The whole switch happened so fast. There was maybe one split second when Angel when he wasn’t impaled on cock. “Fuck, your cock is amazing, Ron,” says Angel. “I can feel that fat head hitting my prostate.” “I want to drench it,” promises Ron. “But not yet.” When Ron pulls out, Angel’s hot fuckhole catches the light. Angel’s ass is already dripping with pre-cum. “I need your cock up my hole, Angel.” “This cock?” teases Angel, poking the head in and out of Ron’s tight pucker. “Is this the cock you want?” “That’s the one,” says Ron. “This cock with the four-day load in it?” says Angel. Ron throws his head back when he hears that news and groans. “Yes,” he says, like a man possessed. Angel’s rock hard 8-inch fuckstick plunges deep into Ron’s ass and he whimpers with pleasure and moans, “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me so deep. God, I need your cock.” "What else do you need?” asks Angel. “I need your fuckload,” says Ron. “I need you to flood my asshole. I need to you breed me.” “Get ready, fucker,” says Angel. “I’m about to reach the point of no return.” What Angel can’t see because of where he’s positioned, but what I can is Oscar priming his dick to go back in Angel’s hole. And it’s not going to come out until it’s drenched those asswalls with DN fucking A. This man, Angle. This man who looked deep into my harddrive and later my eyes, and could see that I had a need, a deep need, that I didn’t have the balls to explore. He’s going to change that. He’s going to break me in and introduce me to the Breeding Brotherhood and in case I think for one second that he’s all talk when it comes to bareback breeding, he’s going to breed one muscle stud on cam for me too see while another muscle stud coats his ass-walls with his creamy white load. And it’s going to happen right fucking now. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Ron,” Angel pants, just as Oscar jabs his shiny hot prick back into Angel’s puckerhole. “Oh fuck, Oscar! I was hoping you’d do that. Damn, that fuckstick is going to fuck the cum out of me and right into this fucker’s ass.” “Then do it, dude,” grunts Oscar. “Because I’m breeding you right…..NOW. Ungh…ungh…ungh…ungh…” Oscar keeps grunting with every jet of stud spunk that jets from his cock. “I can feel every squirt,” gasps Angel. “Damn, you’re still shooting.” “You’re pulling it out of me,” says Oscar. “I need cum!” Ron shouts. “Give me that four day load, Angel!” “You want it?” Angel asks. “I need it,” says Ron. “Here…it…CUMMMMS!” bellows Angel while grabbing Ron’s face and pulling him to be eye to eye. “Aaaah…aaagh…take my…cum….I’m…breeding… your….hot….fucking ….hole.” Angel arches back and is about to collapse on Ron with Oscar coming down on both of them, when suddenly Ron, stroking his hot fuckstick, says, “I’m cumming, too, guys. I wanted to breed but I’m fucking cumming. Who’s gonna drink it?” Angel and Oscar knock heads trying to dive onto Ron’s spurting cock but Angel gets their first. Angel takes jet after jet of thick cum, saying, “Mmmm,” with every spurt. After a bit, he pulls off and lets Oscar take over on Ron’s cum-soaked cock. While Oscar milks the last few drops from Ron’s delicious cockhead, Ron throws his head back, closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath. Since both his fuckbuds have their eyes closes, Angel can get away with looking right into the camera. He stares right into my soul and smiles. He heart, which has already been pounding out of my chest, nearly stops when he opens his mouth. He didn’t swallow yet. He opens wide and shows me the huge load Ron shot into him. He looks back into my eyes, swirls it around in his mouth, then points to me and then to the leather bed as if to say, “You’re next, fucker.” Then he swallows. I cum in my shorts without touching myself. TO BE CONTINUED. .

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

It'd been a few months since I'd been to the baths - - - and a few months since I'd parTied. I still had three bags in my stash, so I loaded up my gear and headed downtown. The place was pretty dead for a Friday night - but it was kinda early (11:00pm). Got myself a good room and started to get my party on. I was in one of those wierd moods - horny as hell, but really didn't want to play any cruising games. I smoked until I felt that familiar tingle in my ass, squirted some j-lube in my hole with a syringe, and fingered my hole while watching Corey Jay get fucked on the video monitor. Found a tab of X in my pill bottle, and washed it down with some vodka for good measure. Slipped on my red cotton jock and got ready to go out and make the rounds. The rubber cockring and neoprene ballstretcher gave a nice bulge to the jock pouch, even though my cock was pretty soft. As I walked down the hallways, there were plenty of hot guys - but I just couldn't get myself into it, for some reason. Went downstairs to the second floor and did the circuit there, too. Out of habit, I decided to walk through the maze - though I'm usually more of a visual person and like to see what's going up my ass or down my throat. Anyway, I shuffled slowly down the dark, plywood-walled corridor, letting my eyes adjust to the little light coming from a flickering video screen. The maze has small, dead-end 'rooms' off the main path, where guys can lurk, waiting for some curious fuck to wander in. I let my knuckles drift along the rough plywood, trying to feel if there was a warm body hiding in the dark. I made my way around the small cubicle without running into anyone, so I headed back to the opening of the main corridor. After being in pitch blackness, the corridor seemed almost bright. I could actually see white towels moving around in the dimness. I saw a semihard cock hanging out of a gloryhole - - - the short bearcub in front of me dropped to his knees and quickly took it in his mouth, followed by a guttural moan on the other side of the plywood wall. I eased my way around the kneeling cocksucker, and slid into the next cubicle opening. Once again, I let my fingers guide me around the inky blackness. I reached the back of the space, and was about ready to turn around, when I felt a warm body behind me. A hand found my waist and slid around to my flat stomach. The hand pulled our bodies closer together, until my ass pressed against his crotch and my back rubbed against his hairy pecs. Now, like I said, I usually like to have a visual of the guy I'm playing with - - - but the X and the T and the blackness of the maze just made me give in to the moment. He wasn't wearing a towel, and I could feel his cock starting to throb against my asscheeks. His other hand had found my left nipple, and was tugging on the stainless steel ring that pierced it. I moaned a little, letting him know I was his. A deep growl sounded next to my ear, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He smelled like cigarettes and whiskey. My skin was electric from the X, and his hands sent shockwaves through my body. I ground my ass against his hardening tool, letting my pre-lubed hole coat his meat. I reached around, grabbing his cock, massaging it and gauging its size. Fuck! Not the biggest I've had - but certainly thick enough to keep me interested! He was wearing a metal donut cockring, and what felt like a heavy metal ballstretcher. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his cock - (Okay, Daddy! Take charge!). I positioned my feet against the sidewalls of the small cubicle (about 3 feet apart) and put my hands against the wall in front of me. His rough hand slid up and down my slick crack until his thumb popped into my swollen pucker. He twisted his thumb around, opening me up (like I really needed that!), and then I felt his warm cock slide in beside his thumb. "Fucccckkkkkkkk!" I moaned, as he leaned forward, sinking his meat all the way to the balls. His right hand grabbed my shoulder for leverage, and he began deep dicking me. All I could hear were the grunts from the fucker behind me, and the slapping of his pelvis against my sweaty ass. I took a deep breath, and completely relaxed my hole, giving him all the room he needed to tear my ass apart. "Unh! ungh! ungh! unnh! unnngghh!" he panted, slamming my hungry fuckhole with his bare cock. After a coupla minutes, he pulled out, placed his hands under my armpits and pulled me to a standing position. I felt his hot breath next to my ear again, and he whispered, "You got a great ass, but I don't wanna cum yet." His hand glided up and down the cleft of my ass one more time, and then he turned and headed back into the maze. I was still catching my breath, and trying to figure out what I wanted to do next, when I felt another warm body behind me. (Hmmmm! Maybe this wasn't so bad after all!) I braced myself against the wall again, and the anonymous cock easily slid into my open hole. He pumped frantically for about a minute, and then I felt his cock pulse, dumping a load in my ass. This time, I didn't even stand up. Within seconds it seemed, I had another cock breeding me. Evidently, word was getting around that some slut was taking loads in the maze, 'cause four more guys fucked me after that - each leaving a warm load in my gut. The X and T were combining with the sleazy, anonymous sex, and I was growing hungrier by the minute. After the sixth load, there was a lull, so I decided to head back to my room for a little more 'smoke.' Definitely got some stares from the guys as I walked back into the light of the outer hallway - - - my 'fuck' street cred had gone up a few notches in their eyes. I got back to my room, flopped down on the foam mattress, and lit a cigarette. I had left the door cracked open a bit, just so I could keep an eye on who was walking by. Flipping through the channels on the 'all porn, all the time' TV, I finally found a decent BB flick with guys takin' turns fuckin' a leather bottom in a sling. Since things were pretty dead (and I didn't feel like getting up to close the door), I reached in my bag and pulled out a baggie of finely crushed T and one of those plastic Bic pen caps with the pocket clip extension. Dipped in the bag and raised the pen cap to my nose - SNORT! Mmmmmmm - I love that burn! Then one for the other nose. Just as I inhaled through my right nostril, I saw a face looking in from the hall. I couldn't tell if he'd seen me snorting, or if it was too dark in the room. At any rate, I quickly stashed the baggie, and made like I was just smoking a cigarette. The face disappeared - but I was still a little freaked out. Hoping if he had seen anything, that he wasn't gonna go rat me out to the staff. To get my mind off it, I grabbed my towel and headed for the third floor shower to rinse off and drink some water. The warm water felt good on my X-tingling skin, and it felt good to wash off some of the filth of the maze. The snort of T was also starting to make its way into my bloodstream, and kick my sleazy mind back into gear! I shut the water off and pulled the flimsy shower curtain back - grabbed my thin towel and started to dry off. A big, black guy walked in and positioned himself at the urinal. I could hear the heavy stream of piss as it hit the plastic grid in the bottom of the bowl. Taking occasional glances as I was drying, I saw that he was well built AND well hung! He was wearing a black leather cockring with chrome pyramid studs that really looked hot against his dark skin. When he was finished, he slowly stroked the thick meat, squeezing a few more drops of piss into the urinal. Then he gave it three firm shakes and turned toward me. I'd been caught staring - and he knew it. He smiled a big grin and said, "How's it goin'?" I managed to utter, "Great - and you?" "Oh, I'm just gettin' here," he answered, "so I hope it's a busy night!" "I don't think you'll have any trouble," I smiled, finally recovering my dignity. "Maybe I'll see you later." He gave me a thumbs up, wrapped his towel around his narrow waist, and headed out to the hallway. I finished drying as well as I could with the threadbare towel, and noticed that my shriveled crystal dick was starting to show signs of life! Guess the thought of getting fucked by that thick, black cock was having a positive effect. Headed down the dark hallway to my room - - - finally getting over my earlier mood - and starting to enjoy cruising for XL cock! I wasted no time sliding the key in the lock, anxious to get inside and blow some thick clouds. This time, I shut the door for privacy, wanting to take my time loading the pipe and slowly heating a fresh rock until it vaporized. Digging through the baggie, I found a nice-sized rock and scooped it out and into the bowl of the glass pipe. Since I had time, I pulled out my flask of vodka and chugged a quick shot - letting the clear licquor burn on the way down - and then warm my insides. Then, I picked up the glass pipe, staring at the pea-sized shard of chemical that was about to send me deeper into my cockhungry pig-state. I flicked the starter on an old Zippo lighter, and waved the orangish-blue flame back and forth under the slightly blackened glass bowl. Careful! -Don't burn it! (I had been accused of this by another tweaker awhile back, and had since taken more care when heating the meth in a glass cock!) The rock disappeared into a small pool of liquid - and I continued slowly waving the flame back and forth under the bowl. Then it happened - as it always does - - - that thick, white cloud started to form, slowly drifting up the length of the glass tube, inching ever closer to my open mouth. I cleared my lungs, so that I could take a deep pull on the pipe. I set the lighter down, and slowly inhaled as long as I could. Hold it - hold it - hold it - hold it...............exhale............. Fuck yeah! I love gettin' fuckin' high at the baths. My own little drug - fuck - leather - kink - big cock - toy - cum - rubber - dildo - fist world! Flick the lighter again - this time, the smoke starts to form almost immediately. I do another deep hit. Hold it as long as possible. Exhale. FUCK!!!! My ass twitches just at the thought of getting stuFFed! Cock - fist - hell, I don't care! As long as somebody's playin' with my hungry fuckhole- I'll be happy! I set the pipe down on the wooden TV platform to cool - stash the baggie in my duffle - light a cigarette to cover up the acrid, metallic smell of the meth cloud - and tug on my limp dick. I can hear some guy gettin' fucked in the room next to me, his muffled moans seeping through the thin plywood wall - and the occasional thud of muscle against wood as his body gets shoved against the wall by the guy who's fuckin'him. I open my door to get a little fresh air from the hallway. The coolness of the outside air feels good against my chem-heated skin. This reminds me that I better get some water before I get distracted. I grab two plastic water bottles, and head back toward the drinking fountain to refill - not bothering with a towel, since it's already 2 am, and I'm high, and I'm in a fuckin' bathhouse! I tend to my business, but enjoy the long looks I get from the more timid guys in shorts and towels. That's right guys - I'm a fuckin' hot guy, high as a kite, with a msucled ass that needs to get fucked - NOW!!! When I get back to the room, the "T" has really kicked in, and I am in full "fuck me" mode. I leave the door about halfway open, and take a long drag on still-burning cigarette. Figure it's time to put on some of the leather I brought, so I fish through the duffle. First, the leather codpiece jock - cock and balls go through a hole in the front panel, leather strap up my greasy crack, six snaps attach the codpiece and keep my shriveled cock bathed in a pool of slimy lube. Next - leather harness - simple, black, wide cross straps with a chrome ring in front and back - shows off my hard worked pecs and lats, an' gives a top somethin' to grab onto for leverage! Armbands - red and black leather - shows I'm into fisting - versatile. Another drag on the cigarette. As I'm checkin' myself out in the mirror, I notice the face from earlier checkin' me out from the doorway. I pretend not to see him, an' let him enjoy the show. I squat down with my back to the door, lettin' him get a good look at my leather-strapped ass, while diggin' through the duffle for my tit clamps. Ah! There they are! The chain jingles as I pull them out of the canvas bag. I grab a sheet of paper towel off the roll I brought with me, and wipe the dripping sweat off my pierced nips. Clamp...... "Fuccckkkk!" I moan, as the rubber-padded clamp connects with the nerves on my "X" sensitized tit - like little electrical charges running between my nipple, my cock and my ass. I wipe the other nipple and repeat the process. "Fuck, yeah!" I smile to myself, letting the chrome chain drop between my pecs. I glance up to see the reaction on my audience. Fuck! He's gone. Oh well - I'm so into my own chem-leather scene now - I decide to just kick back and enjoy the ride. I light another cigarette, prop myself up on the two raggedy pillows, and flick through the porn on the TV. My buddy down at the front desk had said he'd brought some Raw Fuck Club dvds for later - I found one with Mason Garret gettin' fucked by this huge, black cock! Grabbed a dildo, lubed it up, slid the leather strap aside and shoved the rubber cock in my cummy hole. The face was back at the door! I could see now that he'd just left to put on some leather of his own. I shifted on the thin mattress toward the door, focusing my attention on the watcher. He was wearing a harness and a pair of rubber chaps (no jock), and was stroking a nice-sized cock. I let go of the dildo, leaving it lodged halfway in me, and hooked my thumb under the titclamp chain, giving it light tugs. He stepped further into the doorway. With my free hand, I picked up the cigarette from the ashtray and took a drag. Then I ground it out with the others, and stared unblinking at the stranger at the door. I cocked my head back, motioning him in. He got the message and walked the few steps to the edge of the bed. I sat up, legs on either side of his, and took his cock in my mouth. As I did, the rubber cock slid deep inside me and hit my prostate, driving me crazy! I slobbered on the big cock, moaning at the feel and taste of the thick piece of meat. He spread his legs a little for balance - and to force my legs farther apart. One of his hands found the back of my neck, guiding my head onto his cock - and holding me still as he pushed down my throat. (When I party, my gag reflex almost disappears, and I can deep throat with the best cocksuckers!) "PIG!" I heard him say, as my throat massaged the head of his cock. Just when I thought I was gonna pass out, the pressure on the back of my neck eased, and I let the tool slide out of my mouth. I coughed a little, gasping for air, while he gently ran his hand across my buzzed hair. "Fuck, you're hot!" he said, wiping his spit-covered meat up and down my stubbled cheek. He walked over and shut the door. "So - whuchoo get into?" he asked, slowly stroking his cock. "I get fucked," I answered, staring straight into his eyes. "And?" he continued. "Fisted," I added. "Party?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I answered, reaching up and fondling his heavy balls. "Raw?" "Yeah." "Couples?" "Hell, yeah." He reached around and unclipped a phone from the back of his chaps. Speed-dialed a number. "Hey." "Yeah." "Third floor." "Yeah - He's a fuckin' pig." "Yeah - bring it." "Mirrored Room." "Yeah - hurry up." Click I was still playing with my nips, staring at him. "That was my boyfriend," he said. "We like to play together - an' you look like fun!" he smiled, pushing me back on the bed and kneeling between my legs. "Ya mind if we party with ya?" he asked, grabbing the base of the big dildo and twisting it in my ass. "As long as I get fucked, you can do whatever ya want." He pulled the dildo out and sank his cock in all the way. "Like that?" he said, grinding his pelvis against my ass. "Uhhhhh-huhhhhhhhh," I moaned, feeling the heat filling my chemhungry hole. He rocked back and forth - not really fucking - just getting my ass used to his cock. I took in the image on the mirrored ceiling, liking the look of my hole getting bred by this hot stud! "Knock, knock knock," came a light tapping on the door. The stud pulled out, and got up to answer the door. He opened it just a crack - then all the way. What walked in was a fucking wet dream! Well over six feet tall, tatted all over, shaved head, and built like a brick shithouse! He was wearing a harness and chaps, too, but also was sporting a well-stuffed rubber jock. "Uh, this is my lover, Dan - - - and I'm Brent," Brent said, finally introducing himself (not always necessary, but nice if you need to ask for something...). "Great! Uh, and I'm Jim," I replied. Dan had a small, black gym bag that he tossed on the bed. "Brent says you're a fuckin' party pig," Dan said in a deep voice. "I'm as fuckin' nasty as they come," I threw it back to him. "Hope you like it good 'n' sloppy," I grinned, laying back and pulling my asscheeks apart to show off my gaping hole. "Fuck, that's hot!" he replied, reaching down and dipping two fingers into my slimy rosebud. "You a total bottom - or you fuck, too?" he asked. I unsnapped the leather codpiece, revealing my shriveled cock - "Sorry, can't help ya out there. Got a bad case o' crystal dick tonight," I said, lightly tugging at my useless meat. Dan sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to unzip the gym bag. He dug through until he pulled out a small prescription bottle. He opened it and shook out a small, orange pill. "Here. Take this," he ordered. "What is it?" I asked, not afraid to try something new, but wanting to make sure I wasn't gonna have some adverse druf reaction. "Levitra," he replied. "Keeps me goin' when I party," he smiled, rubbing the stiff log that was inching toward the waistband of his rubber jock. I tossed the pill in my mouth, and washed it down with water from one of the plastic bottles. "Now - how 'bout you get to work on this?" he said, undoing a snap on the back of the jock and freeing his thick fucktool. I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to the edge of the bed. Dan aimed his cock at my open mouth, and it was immediately surrounded by my lips. Brent stepped up on the low platform bed and walked around behind me. His fingers slid into my partially open hole and massaged the insides. "You're gonna love fuckin' him, Dan," Brent said. "He's got a real loose hole, just like you like!" With that, Brent replaced his fingers with his cock and started fucking. I was in pig heaven - bein' spit roasted by these two hot guys. We were all moving to the beat of the electronic club music, and I could feel myself giving in to the drugslutcockwhore that I loved!

I still remember this scene like it was yesterday.. Going back at least 12 - 13 years.. Downtown Philly.. Famous adult theater.. Sleezy was an understatement back then. Really miss those days at times.. It was late, Thursday night I think.. I know I had a few drinks up in me and just discovered the joys of poppers.. I was by no means a virgin, having my boy cherry taken at the wee age of 11, but still new the adult underworld scene.. Ive been in this place before and had great sucks and fucks, but tonight would be a first.. Yes, I was drunk and horny.. It was pretty dark in there as usual. I walked around for a few.. Sucked a dick here and there, but, really wanted to get fucked real quick before jumping in the subway to head home.. There was two theater's. One large theater with a dark room in the back and the other was a smaller theater with hidden spots behind the screen and a dark, small bathroom in the back.. After watching a white guy get sucked off by two black guys, I could hold out no longer.. I walked into the big theater and noticed, towards the front, there was a nice looking black guy, third seat in, slowing jerking a nice dick.. There were about 4 guys standing close watching him and the movie on the screen. Being the young slut I was, and never scared to be watched, I walked on down and took the last seat to feel things out.. This guy had a nice, hard dick, pre cum was starting to leak out the top.. He gave me the sign and I leaned over and took the entire thing in my throat. His pre cum was nice and tasty.. While feasting on his dick, I didn't find it weird when his hands started to feel my ass.. I didn't think anything of it when his hand went down my pants and started to feel my hole.. I started to get a little nervous when I felt another pair on hands feeling over my ass, then pulling my pants down, but all that went out the window when I felt the tongue snaking up my tight hole.. Who ever was eating my hole was doing a great job, making me suck the dick in my mouth better and better.. Being a young cum slut, raw fucking was never an issue, even back then, so when I felt a raw dick being pushed into my hole, I just relaxed and let it happen. I figured, I'd take this fuck, eat this dudes nutt, bust my own nutt and bounce on out... And that was the plan.. Until.. The first guys came and and I noticed, the dude I was sucking was increasing his grip on my head/shoulder.. That's when I felt the 2nd dick slide into my cummy hole.. Like a jack rabbit, this dude pumped fast and hard.. Came in less than 3 minutes.. Pulled out and as I tried to lift myself, that's when 3 things happened.. An open bottle of poppers was shoved under my nose.. I felt another pair of hands holding me down.. A 3rd dick slammed up my went hole and this fucker was massive.. I cried out some, but on one really heard.. After I hit the poppers, another dick was slammed in my throat to hold the sounds so all one could hear was that sounded like me moaning.. I had to choice.. Spit roasted in an adult theater, pants just down around my ankles.. Didn't help, I was rock hard.. The new dick in my mouth came fast and hard and swallowed it all.. Didn't really have a choice as he nutted deep in my throat.. As Im swallowing his load, the new dick was slamming hard and fast up my ass, damn near breaking the seat I was leaned over.. Another dick is shoved in my throat and just cums... I swallow hard a fast. That sent the guy fucking me over the edge as he slammed in hard and shot a massive load up my tender hole. The original sucker moved my head over his still hard dick and makes me finish him off, as I felt another dick slam into my ass and just cum.. Then another, just slammed into my ass and just came.. When the third dick, (number 6 of the night) slide me and came, dude I was sucking shot a massive load right down my throat.. Damn near chocked on it, but got it all down.. At this times, I was finally let up as dude I was sucking was done and wanted to get up and leave.. I looked around and noticed, things were pretty empty down where I was.. As I attempt to stand and pull my my pants, I feel a hand on my ass.. This little latin guy whispered in my ear if he could suck my hole out.. I took him to a more private corner, bent forward and unloaded all the nutt up my hole in his mouth and he loved it.. He licked and sucked my hole nice and clean and I was kind enough to reward him with my load, right down his wanting mouth..

I didn't. Was top for many years, but dreamt about taking cock, but never dared. Then suddenly someone just did against my will (well, what could I expect when a top meets another top), and a month later I bottomed for another guy voluntarily, and that did it. Well, at least I'm vers now.

I had a younger brother that spent 50% if his life in prison. We talked about the sex thing several times.... He said he was never raped or hurt in any way, to him it was all about attitude. As in if you touch me, "I will kick your sorry ass." This coming from a tall skinny drug addict. He did say, that he had lots of offers to take care of his dick, but that it was never his thing. I think it was a shame he did not breed a few.... he did inherit his dads monster dick... I am sure a few size queens would have loved it.

Always wear a jock strap, and have a blind fold handy in case I want to use a room or get in a sling

when I used to live in the book stores, I can't tell you how many unattractive guys I got. they would walk in the booth and the picky queens would turn their noses up at them. I'd go in the booth next to them and see a 9 incher and before I knew it, I was bent up against the hole getting filled full of cum. always loved seeing the disgusted looks on those bitches faces when I came out. they were like "how could you, he was so ugly" but with cum oozing down my leg, I was in pig heaven

I like that idea of giving a straight married guy something his wife can't (or won't)...but even more I love getting fucked by a gay married guy since (if he isn't in an open marriage) he is choosing to cheat with me even though he has a man at home.

On occasion, I love it hard, deep and fast... But 90 percent of the time, I prefer it.... I don't know if gentle is the word I would use.. Passionate, tender, slow intense strokes is definitely the way to go for me. Truly melding into one unit. Not being able to tell where the one man leaves of and the other begins.. Arms wrapped around each other, legs wrapped around the waist of the top. Lost in the intensity of the moment. Looking into his eyes, seeing the desire. Buidling to that moment of complete and utter bliss. Those are the men I remember. The sexual moments I remember. The pounding fucks are great, but not ones that I look back on and remember as being the best sex I've ever had.

"Sorry for bargin in like this," Billy Dee said, "but Donelle wants me to fuck him and he'll need a few shards to take my fatty." He did a doubletake when he saw what was going on. "What the fuck? Eliot, you gonna make Jesse your bitch?" Reacting in the moment, I said, "First of all, I don't fuck bitches, I fuck men and Jesse is all man! Say what you will about me, but I think you need to show Jesse some respect!" "Billy Dee didn't mean no disrespect!" Jesse interjected. "We all yank each other's chains to a certain extent and if he did cross the line, I would put him in his place. Even though it wasn't necessary, I appreciate the fact that you've got my back. Take some shards, Billy Dee and feel free to tell the others what you saw. None of us will deny it." Seconds later, Billy Dee had left the room. "Damn, Eliot, if I hadn't stopped you, you probably would've gone full Brooklyn on Billy Dee! You got some mouth on you!" "You can take the pig out of Brooklyn, but you can't take Brooklyn out of the pig!" I chuckled. "While it's not in my nature to apologize, I'll do what I can to smooth things over with Billy Dee tomorrow. Thanks to the Cialis, I haven't lost my hardon. How is your sweet ass feeling?" Stroking my face, Jesse said, "My ass is more ready than ever to have your cock ballsdeep in it! Your cockhead feels good, but I need you to fuck me! Oooh, yeah!" He moaned as I gradually worked my shaft into his ass. Unexpectedly, he moved his legs from my shoulders to my waist, and in a few seconds, I bottomed out. "Fuck me! Go Brooklyn on my ass! I had no idea how great it would be to get fucked! Work my ass and fuck me like a man!" Not needing any further instructions, I fucked Jesse hard and he responded like a natural bottom. It had been ages since I'd fucked a virgin and Jesse took it like a pro. Leaning in, I parted Jesse's lips with my tongue, kissing him passionately. I could feel his butt muscles working my cock and soon I was over the edge. "I'm fuckin cuuummmmiiinn!" I shouted. "Blast my hole with your cum!" Jesse said. "I want it deep in my ass!" Using his legs, he pushed me as deep as I could go. "Fuck, man, I'm cummin too! You made me cum without touchin my cock! Don't pull out! I wanna savor the feeling of you in me!" Now, he pulled me into a kiss. All too soon, my cock slipped out of Jesse's ass and without a word, he licked it clean. "Sweet!" He announced, licking his lips. "That's it, I'm now officially versatile!" To be continued

I have heard different stories about this. So far I have never heard of anyone being converted from a undetectable load. May be possible, but sure haven't heard of it yet. Only conversions I have heard of were from guys on meds who either stopped them or weren't taking them properly. I have had about 10 or 11 undetectable loads and so far nothing LOL

Another hot patient tale. Love them, buddy!

Hot stories. Makes a guy think of going into nursing...

I know a couple of guys who are into making me cum before they let me near them. One likes me to fuck myself with a dildo and jerk off so that my ass is ready for him and my cock is soft. He says it means I am only thinking of pleasing him and not of my own pleasure. My other fb likes to milk me either with his fingers or his fist and then orders me to lick my cum up while he mounts me and screws me. I follow whatever I'm told like a good submissive cumslut.

I defintely love it when my Top feeds his cock to me after it's been in my ass. It shows him that both my holes are available to him at any time. I especially love it after he's cum in my ass and wants me to clean up his cock with my mouth. If I'm lucky, I can squeeze a few more drops of cum out of his cock. As for my Top eating my ass during the middle of a fuck, I'm totally for it. I know how to clean myself out so I'm never worried about any unpleasantness. And with my hole stretched open, my Top can really eat, tongue and spit in my hungry hole. I've yet to meet a Top that will eat my ass after he's cum in it, though.

Fucking hot story

True, it really depends on what that respective Top is looking for. Some want to show how their cock can make the bottom cum (maybe even without touching his own dick), others don't even care if the bottom cums at all. Got fucked by that muscle daddy once and I came early on during our session, because his cockhead was hitting my prostate over and over again. As soon as I'd shot my load, my hole got even more sensitive and really started hurting as the fucking progressed. So I complained to the Top and told him about my hurting pussy. Next time we met, he made me jerk off before he even touched my ass and also fucked me a lot harder than during our first encounter - at least that's what it felt like to me. And I think he did it on purpose. Guess he liked me to be in pain...

Over the summer I took care of a kid who had surgery on his leg. Recent high school grad headed to college in the fall. He came out of the operating room very anxious and crying. He had a knee immobilizer on it which is a big brace that run the length of the leg and is secured with Velcro straps. As I was assessing him I saw that the OR staff had gotten his balls trapped in the top of the immobilizer. No wonder he was hurting. I freed them and rolled them around to make sure they were OK. He immediately calmed down and relaxed and told me no one had ever touched him there before. He would fall asleep then wake up for a minute or two then would go back out as the anesthesia meds worked there way out of his system. As I kept playing with his balls his cock grew rock hard and stayed that way. I ran my fingers over it and gave it a few pulls. Kid had a nice cock. Long and plump with a nice flared head. I kept playing with him and watched him as he would wake up then fall back to sleep. His hips were pushing up to meet my hand as I stroked him and I leaned over and licked a bit of precum off the head of his cock. The more I licked and sucked the more still he got. I watched him as I gave a few deep swallows and he blasted his load in my mouth. I milked every drop out of him then let him rest. When he was more awake and getting ready to be discharged I helped him to the bathroom where he had to hold on to me because of his leg. I untied his hospital gown and soon had him naked. I reached down and took his cock and aimed it for him. He got hard again just like that. He was so apologetic saying he was sorry and that no one had ever touched him there---if he only remembered what I did earlier he would know that was no longer true. I looked down at his hard cock in my hand and told him he had a great cock. I asked where he hid it when it got hard since it was so big. As I was talking I was slowly jacking him and those hips started moving again. I asked him if he liked that and if it felt good and he just softly moaned and watched his cock fucking my hand. It was like he was hypnotized and could not look away. I said just wait until you get a blowjob and can fuck this big cock in their mouth and he told me he wanted that so bad but didn’t think it was ever going to happen. He asked what a blowjob felt like was it really that good? I moved him so he was leaning against the sink and said let me show you and sank to my knees as I sucked his cock for the second time in a few hours. One hand grabbed the back of my head and he blasted another load in me. I licked his cock clean again and watched him as he just stared at me. I stood up, leaned in, and asked how was it? He surprised me by kissing me. He told me that was amazing. I told him now he didn’t have to worry that it would never happen.

My doctor handed something similar to read. He then added that he thought trauma likely still had to be present--which is why I said what I said. It seems to have been borne out in my case. There are no 100 percents in anything medical.

Yeah, I remember a standing on the train platform in boystown and hearing a couple guys comment on the wet spot on my jeans. I had just gotten fucked by a couple guys who had filled me up with 3 or 4 loads. As we were getting on the train one of the guys said to me "looks like you had a good time. Hope you get more".

Meeting Justin Saturday Morning, I woke to Rob’s snoring. Letting him sleep in from the fuck Chris had joined us for the night before, I quietly got showered and ready for a day with Justin. As I left for breakfast, I texted Justin to see if he was awake yet. “Hey Justin, What you want to do today?” “Not sure, just woke up.” Came his reply a few minutes later. “Getting Breakfast now, I could head down to Georgetown after; give you a bit more time to wake up.” “Cool. Can meet you at the Corner of M and Wisconsin.” “Sounds good, will text when I am on my way.” I ate my breakfast, then headed out to catch the bus down to Georgetown. I texted Justin when I was on the bus, and knew about when I’d get there. When I got off the bus, I recognized him immediately from his online pics. We greeted each other, and then he took me on a tour of Georgetown, and area of DC I had yet to explore. After some time looking in shops at stuff I could never afford, I suggested we find some lunch. Justin took me to a cheesesteak place, and we got our food to go. We sat in a park overlooking the Key bridge and the Potomac river as we ate. While we ate, since it was just the two of us, I figured now was the time to start my conversion of Justin to a cumdump. “Thanks for a nice morning,” I said between bites of my sandwich, “Georgetown sure is a cool area.” “Yea, this is why I chose to go to school here, that a to get away from my family.” Justin replied. “Why did you want to get away from your family? I know I was glad to get out here and on my own so that I could finally be free to have sex without worrying about Mom walking in on me.” “Yea, kinda the same here. My parents are very religious and if they ever found out I was Gay they would kill me. I was so tired of hiding it. I think my girlfriend knew something was up since I never wanted to do anything with her, always using the excuse of wanting to save myself for my wedding day.” “Well, now you are here, away from them so you can be who you want to be, have sex with who you want, and how you want it.” “But that’s just it, I’m here and sort of free, but since I am still under their health insurance, I really can’t be who I want to be.” “What do you mean? Who do you really want to be Justin?” Justin paused and munched on his sandwich for a while, I didn’t push him, knowing that he would come out with it when he was ready, and my cock grew hard in my shorts. It was a good thing I had worn a jock today or I would have been setting up quite a tent. I just sat back and also worked on finishing up my sandwich. “If I tell you something, can you promise not to laugh at me or hate me for it?” Justin finally spoke up after finishing his sandwich. “Buddy, I don’t think I would hate you or laugh no matter what you said.” “OK,” he said looking me straight in the eye “I really want to let loose, let every guy fuck me raw and dump their cum in me. I don’t want to worry about catching anything; I just want my ass full of cum from man after man.” “Dude, I feel the same way! In fact, I never worry about catching something; and if I do, there is a free clinic that can help out. I was just in there a few weeks ago for a check, everything came back just as I expected, and No meds for me.” I told him with a smile and a reassuring hand on the shoulder. Sure I had kinda lied to him, but once he opened up fully with his desires, I think he’d be asking me for my toxic loads and letting Dad and Dave pump him full of their family makers too. “So when you have sex with other guys you don’t use condoms and don’t worry that you will catch something form them?” “Since I moved to DC, none of the cocks that I have let fuck me have had a condom on them, and I have let the guys fill me with their cum. And When I have topped, I have not used a condom and shot my loads inside them.” “God, that sounds so hot! I really want to feel a cock slide into me without a condom, I want to feel cum in my ass.” I knew there was more coming as he looked down at the ground before he continued. “What I really want is some stuff I was reading about on the internet, I want a Poz guy to fuck me and shoot in me, I want to be bred by a guy, not really caring if I end up with hiv or not, to really let go.” “Dude, that is exactly how Rob and I feel; actively wanting guys who are poz to fuck you and breed you is called chasing. Is that what you mean?” “Yea, I guess. I just think that if I got it, then I wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. But at the same time I am so afraid that my parents will find out and then my life would be over. Know what I mean?” “Sure do buddy,” I said placing my hand on his thigh, “I used to worry about what my mom would think if she found out I was gay, but when I did come out to her, it was not what I expected. She was actually quite accepting and my fears were just that, my fears. But as to wanting to be Poz, I felt the exact same way and so did Rob, and we have found out that several of the guys on our team feel the same way, they want to become poz and then spread it. Make our team a family, kinda, all joined by being Poz together.” “Really? A bunch of hot athletes all want to become Poz? That is not something I would have imagined in a thousand years.” “Yep, it was the love of becoming Poz that started Rob and I to fucking each other, because Like I said, I have a thing for older guys. Guess some shrink would say that it comes from never knowing my Dad.” “So, have you had the chance to take any Poz loads?” “Yea, I have taken a few. And wouldn’t mind taking a few more from those hot Daddies Ryan and Dave.” “I get so Boned over their images, and have jacked off to the idea of them both fucking me and shooting their poz seed into me, making me one of their sons. Ryan told me they have a bunch of guys they have knocked up they call their sons.” “Yea, he told me the same thing. Hey, I have an idea. How about I see if they are online and we both go get fucked by them. Would be safer if we both were there to protect each other in case they were psychos or something.” “What could it hurt? Might finally fulfill my fantasy, and having a buddy there will keep me from chickening out.” “Cool, let’s see if they are online.” I opened up one of the apps I knew Dad was always on, and sure enough there he was. I texted him through the app that me and a buddy were interested in meeting up. His reply came back saying that he and Dave would be home around 4 if we were still interested then, to reply back. I passed the Info on to Justin and asked what we should do to kill the time. He suggested that maybe he could show me his Campus and Dorm. Again, I was glad to be wearing the jock, as my cock sprang back to attention thinking of being the first to unload in his ass. I readily agreed and we headed up the hill to the Campus of Georgetown University. The campus tour was nice, but the place I really wanted to see was Justin’s Bed. Justin paused as we walked up to a modern looking building on the edge of a campus loaded with old buildings. “And this is my Dorm. If you want, we can go see my room. Maybe my roommate won’t be in.” “Sounds good to me.” I replied, giving his hand a squeeze before we headed in. No one was seated at the security desk, and we quickly went to the nearest stairwell, Justin took the lead, and I watched his ass move in the tight jeans he was wearing as we quickly walked up to the third floor. He lead me down the corridor to a room with two name tags on it: Justin and Christian. The Door opened just as we got close, and a rather cute guy came out. Justin said hi, and he replied back. Justin asked him what was up, and he said he was off to meet some friends for some Football. After he had taken off down the corridor, Justin invited me in, and told me that was his Roommate Christian. I told him I understood why he lusted after him, he was quite good looking. “Yea, too bad he’s Straight.” Justin said as he cleared off a spot on his bed to sit. We both sat on the bed, and just looked around the room for a few minutes. I knew he was not going to make the first move, so I placed my hand on his thigh and leaned over to kiss him. He responded to the kiss, and began to kiss me back, his hormones taking over and all his pent up frustration came out in a kiss that lacked practice, but more than made up for it in enthusiasm. My hand slid up his leg and grabbed his stiffening cock through the denim and he moaned in pleasure. I knew then that I would have his ass and be the first guy to unload in him, and he’d not know he was taking poz cum till it was deep in him.

I can't wait to use dark rooms more. Love the fact some troll can be breeding me with me knowing. Gloryholes are already one of my favorite things. Guys just drop by and give me there loads

I agree, it is just sex. Fuck me, cum in me, leave me. There isn't an involvement.

Due to my work for a logistic branch which operates in problematic areas where, due to instable conditions you cannot always rely on law, rights, and personal liberty, I get into trouble from time to time. During the last two decades I got arrested about 30 times and was imprisoned for 1 hour to up to 2 weeks. I didn't see any consensual sex in any of these places, but witnessed some raping as well as I had to suffer from being raped myself. What I can tell is that this was never fun. Never. Mainly cuz the rapers in these environments were usually not so much seeking for sex, but their intention was also to make their victims suffer as much as possible. Thus, the rape was mostly not so much about fucking, but more about abusing and punishing. I had a colleague who was a local in this country, and who got his ass destroyed with all kinds of tools which are let's say unsuitable to any body hole. He killed himself later, and his wife and kids still receive money from the employer he was working for. I was more lucky and the worst thing so I got stuffed into my ass was a gun and a police bat. I never made an issue out of that cuz I didn't want to get suspended from this kind of work, but any time I get arrested, I'm really trembling in fear from what they will do to me this time.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qGGaq-G190-#.U524PSiGd76 The first time I drank from a urinal was when I was cruising the restrooms at GWU... I usually would strip naked there and suck guys off, but this time, the guy wanted to fuck me so I went to the urinal and leaned against the wall... next thing I knew he was shoving my head into the urinal and fucking me bareback (I only fucked safe back then - within a year I got into bugchasing, being converted, and becoming a tinawhore here's a vid of me drinking from a toilet... I had some stranger I met online post it onto his xtube profile (so I can never take it down) http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=qGGaq-G190-#.U524PSiGd76

I'm way too much of a pussy for this to be a reality for me. I'm totally into the gang bang scenario, but the confinement and the physical violence would be a night mare for me. I wouldn't last a week. I'd be fucked to death. A little white bitch found beaten to death with 12 loads in his ass.

I worked for the UK Prison Service with both lifer and shorter term prisoners. I came accorss several allegations of inappropriate sexual bahaviour but little ever seemed to come of it as people move around or the power dynamics of it was all wrong. I know from speaking to some officers that in the lifer community some guys become totally "feminised" in prison but still maintain a relationship of sorts with thier wives and children. I think this was referred to as "institutionalised homosexuality". Anyway, from my experience there is nothing sexy or sexual about being in prison. The routine is punishing, the bullying and harrassment rife and total lack of privacy makes it near impossble to get up to much. It would be interesting to know what others have to say. J

i second that opinion. more than hot - layered with emotion, posing real life landmark questions with moral and ethical ambiguity and answering them bravely without judgement or implied superiority; this story had more texture and dimension to it setting it apart from the other stories in this thread.

MAC MEN 5: THE SHUDDER PARTY 1 That night, I strip down to my sluttiest kick-around-the-house Sub4 shorts, cut the tags off my sexy new gear and lay it all out of my bed. As I walk from room to room, Ron’s load seeps from my ass and I just let it. When I feel it getting close to dripping onto the floor, I take my fingers, scoop some up and bring it to my lips. So fucking tasty. I get a text from Angel. HIM: “You were on fire today, Randy. I get so boned watching you fuck, seeing you evolve into the no-apologies cumswapper you were born to be.” ME: Aw, blushing. HIM: Meant to send you this before. Forgot. I open the attachment. It’s the video Angel took after our first fuck when his load was leaking from my ass. It’s only 15 seconds long but I’m rock hard by the time I get to the end of it. I can’t believe how white Angel’s load is. And how huge. A big glob comes out first, and then a much smaller glob. You think that’s it but then the biggest, whitest glob of all oozes out and slides down my crack onto the crusty mattress. You hear Angel say, “Atta boy, way to take that load,” and then the clip ends. I text him back. ME: Jesus H, that was hot. And your cum is so thick and white. You’re like Liquid Paper Cum Man. HIM: LOL. 3 Days Till Shudder. How you feeling? ME: Excited. Anxious. Probably won’t sleep the night before. HIM: You gotta try to. You’ll need your energy. And try to hold off cumming till then. Wanna make sure your first Shudder load is a massive one. ME: Geez, that’ll be hard. I’m kind of a breeding machine at this point. LOL. HIM: You laugh but I already got a few friends that want to swap seed with you. I’ve kind of been bragging. ME: Wow. Blows my mind. HIM: Wanna meet at my place and ride together on Saturday? ME: Sure. You afraid I’ll chicken out? HIM: No, just want to walk in with you. Watch the heads turn, watch your face…your cock react...your hole…and then unleash the Frankenstein monster I’ve created on the world. ME: LOL. Fuck, ur 2 much. For the next two days, I can hardly think about anything but Shudder. Angel texts me regular updates. “Just passed 150 RSVPs…lots of new meat…super hotties…gonna be epic.” Two days before the party, I run into Bryan from the gym storeroom at a coffeehouse. He says he has a family obligation that night but hopes to show up later. We have a nice chat about nothing really but there’s something extraordinary about the interaction—an intangible intimacy—that I’m sure is born out of the fact that we bred each other. If we hadn’t swapped seed but just hooked up, it wouldn’t be the same. Call it the insemination effect. I see Ron from Skin2Skin the next day at the gas station and it’s the same feeling. I get the Bareback Brotherhood thing now. The connection is special because we left some of ourselves inside the other man. Perhaps left is too gentle a word. Blasted is better. We blasted some of ourselves inside the other man. I work out extra hard the day before Shudder, to make sure I look my best, and also to exhaust myself so I can get a good night’s sleep before the party. My workouts have paid off and I’ve never felt better about my body than I do right now. Before heading home, I hear two well-built studs—one black, one Middle Eastern--chatting in the locker room about something happening “tomorrow night, what time are you getting there, gonna be hot,” etc. And I make a point to smile at them in the mirror as I walk out. Part of me wants to engage them but knowing how things have been going lately, we’d all just end up breeding and I’m saving it for the party. Joking. Sort of. That night, I sleep longer than I’m hoping to. In the morning, I lay in bed and channel surf. Every hot guy that comes up on the screen I imagine running into later at Shudder. Finally, I turn off the TV, pack the gear I want to wear into a backpack, throw on a wife beater and some Nasty Pig nylon sweats--no underwear, of course--and head over to Angel’s. With an hour to go before the party, Angel and I take a shower together and clean out, our cocks hard and throbbing most of the time. “It is so hard not to back up on you right now,” I say. “There’s no way I’m letting you do that,” he says, pushing me away. “I’ll last all of ten seconds in you, man, and I want to save it for the party.” “What’s the most times you’ve ever come at one party?” I ask. “Four, I think,” he says. “Gonna try and top that tonight.” As we ride to the venue, Angel pops in Oscars fuck-mix CD—sperm me, sperm me, sperm me--and the butterflies in my stomach kick in big time, just imagining what the next two, four, eight hours are going to hold. My mind flashes through a series of images: my cock sliding into a perfect hole, my head thrown back in ecstasy, a pair of rugged hands grabbing the waistband of my chaps and pulling me back onto a steel hard cock, my eyes rolling back as the black guy from the gym slides his dick inside me, looking across the room as I’m fucking the Middle Eastern guy and seeing Angel taking a load from Drew Sebastion, something he’s wanted to do for months. “What’re you thinking right now?” Angel asks. “I was imagining watching you take a load from Drew Sebastion tonight,” I say. “That’s what I was thinking, too,” he says, laughing. “My heart is kind of racing,” I admit. “So is mine,” he admits. “Even though this is far from my first party, I just get really excited, not just because I get to live out my fantasies, but because I help created this thing. I want it to go well and I’m proud because I know how fucking hot it is, how amazing it is for fuckers like us to come together like this.” “I think that’s exactly what Walt Disney said on the opening day of Disneyland.” Angel and I share a laugh and he pulls into the parking lot. There are already a few cars there. “No traffic at all from San Fran,” says a leather-clad stud I recognize as Damon Dogg. “This is going to be a good one.” “We’ll be opening the doors in a few minutes,” says Angel, leading me in a side door. “Hang tight, fellas.” Ron’s already inside, wearing his cummed-up lifeguard shorts, a harness and combat boots. We help him with some last minute touches; positioning mirrors and mattresses, putting bottles of lube around the space. I notice a red and black leather fuck bench in one part of the room and while Ron and Angel hang the last sling, I climb upon the bench and stick my nylon covered butt in the air. I hang my head down, imagining that I’m about to take a hot dick and then bring my head up suddenly, like I just got impaled. It’s then that I see someone’s spray painted on the wall in front of me; “# 1 Rule of Shudder: The seed goes inside.” “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” says Ron, who snuck up behind me. “Oh yeah,” I say. While Ron goes to open the doors, Angel and I head into a changing room in the back and get into our gear for the party. Angel wears a leather harness, armband and rubber shorts that zip all the way up the ass. I put on my new leather chaps, harness, cockring, leather armbands and black boots. Angel stands in front of me and we grab each other by the harness and pull in for a hot deep kiss. “God, I’m fucking nervous,” I say. “You’re fucking hard, too” Angel says, grinding his crotch on my cock. “Look, do whatever you want out there, Randy. I just want you to have a good experience.” “Thanks, Angel. You changed my life, man.” “That’s what I try to do,” he says, with a shrug. “One cumslut at a time.” When we emerge from the changing room, the place looks totally different. The lights are dimmer but not so dim that you can’t see who’s in front of you. Someone’s already busted out some poppers, I can smell them. And at first, I think they’re playing Oscar’s fuck-mix CD because I’m hearing groaning and calls to, “Fuck him, fuck him, breed him, breed him,” and then I realize that it’s live, not Memorex. Ron is on the fuckbench I was on earlier getting his asshole plundered by a Italian looking muscle bear in leather. A few other studs stand around watching and jerking their cocks. Some sucking and jerking is happening, too, but so far Ron’s the only one taking a fuck. “You want some of this?” the Italian bear asks me. I didn’t expect him address me, of all the guys around. “Um—“ “Look, your dick is drooling,” he points out. So it is. “You don’t have to breed if you’re not ready yet, but let’s use that pre-come to get him more juiced up for me. Ron tries to take the first breed of the party because then he has to be back at the door for when the big rush of guys get here.” The bear pulls me in toward Ron’s ass, grabs my dick and smoothes my pre-come all over Ron’s hole. Then he stands behind me and shoves me in. “Oh fuck,” I gasp. “It’s so fucking hot.” “You must be Randy,” the muscle bear says to me, tweaking my nipples from behind as I start to fuck Ron. “I’m Frank. Angel’s told me about you.” “Ungh…Nice to meet you…ugnhh,” I gasp as Ron’s ass sucks my cock in and out, over and over again. I turn to the side to check in with Angel, but his face is down eating out the perfect ass of a gorgeous 25-ish Latino who’s laid back in a sling. “You want to breed Ron?” asks Frank. “It’s so good,” I say. The truth is, I’ve bred Ron already and I’d rather save my first load of Shudder for a new fuckbud. “I’m just getting going,” I say. “Maybe you should drop the first load.” “Somebody fucking cream me soon,” Ron says laughing. “I gotta get back to door duty.” “You got it, fucker,” says Frank, before pulling me out and shoving his 8-inch prong back into Ron’s hot hole. “Eat my ass while I fuck him, Randy,” says Frank, firmly. “I have a feeling that hot tongue of yours will make me shoot huge.” I don’t even think twice about it. I slide my arms down Frank’s back, grab onto his thighs and do my best to tongue his pucker while he plows Ron’s ass. “Oh yeah, Randy,” he groans. “Get that tongue up in there.” Frank stops the relentless in and out and grinds his hips in circles, allowing my tongue to slither inside his hairy manhole. From this position, I have a close-up view of his cum-filled nuts. As he goes from grinding back to pistoning, I hear his breath get heavier. His nuts start to pull up. He’s about to blow. The men around us notice Frank’s breath change. “Flood him!” says one man. “Send him back up front with your seed seeping out of him,” says another. “I’m gonna…” gasps Frank. “I gonna…I’m fucking BREEEEEED-ing you, stud. Take my huge load. Take it.” “I can feel it, stud,” moans Ron. “Rope after rope after fucking rope. I want it all.” Frank slows his pounding down. I’m sitting on the floor. My face is Frank’s sweaty ass, watching his balls contract as he releases his seed. I steal a look down at my cock. I can’t believe how hard it is. Frank’s about to pull his cum cannon out of Ron’s ass and I have a choice. I can lick it clean, dive right into Ron’s hole or none of the above. I’ve never really felched anyone before but suddenly, all I want to do is eat Frank’s load out of Ron’s fuckhole. Frank slides his long cock out of Ron and right onto my face where a streak of his cum coats my lips like a balm. I open my mouth and Frank sinks his cock down my throat in one long stroke, then pulls it out and shoves my face in Ron’s cummy ass. “Taste my seed,” he insists. And I do. It’s so fucking sweet. I go to town on Ron’s fuckhole for a minute or so and then he pulls away and stands up. He nearly falls because he’s so weak-kneed from taking the fuck. “I got you,” I say, catching him. “I have to go relieve Oscar at the door,” he says. “Where’s Frank? I want to thank him for the cumload.” I jut my chin to a plain white wall. Frank stands in front of it, uncorks a thick black marker and writes a single hash mark on the wall. “So we’re keeping a tally?” I ask. “Yeah,” says Ron. “Last time we had around a hundred men here and we hit 346 loads but I know we’re going to do better tonight. So you see anyone here you want to breed yet?” Ron asks. I look around at the room that now has about 20 guys in various states of undress, sucking, fucking, getting fucked and in the case of Angel, breeding the Latin stud in the sling. “Aaaaaaggghhhhh, take my fucking spunk!” he groans. “Milk it with your boy-ass. Yeah, suck that cum into your hole.” God, I’ve seen Angel cum hard before but this orgasm is spectacular and seems to go on and on. “What were you saying, Ron?” I say, absently stroking my cock. “I was asking you if there’s anyone here you want to breed,” he says. “I can honestly say, looking around, that I would swap spunk with any of the men here.” “That include me?” I turn around and see a pair of vaguely familiar faces. It’s the black guy and the Middle Eastern guy from my gym. They’re wearing Nasty pig jockstraps in different colors and their muscles are pumped and glistening. “I’m Marcus and this is Hassan,” says the black guy. “I’m Randy,” I say, moving in close to them. We’re all three the same height, which is hot for some reason. I open my mouth and they both stick they’re tongues in from either side. The three of us make-out and for a while but then Hassan breaks away and says, “Let’s find a fuckspot.” Marcus snakes a finger into my hole and says, “I think I found my fuckspot, right here.” We survey the room for a good spot but most of the furniture is taken. Just then, on a leather covered mattress in a corner of the room, two different tops blast their bottoms full of cum at the exact same time, like bookends. It’s so fucking hot. The studs at Shudder cum loud and hard, making sure they let everyone know when they’re seeding an ass. That’s part of what makes the parties so hot. Watching other studs breed is almost as exciting as planting seed and getting bred yourself. The foursome on the mattress untangle themselves and go to make their marks on the wall. We’re up to 10 and the party’s been going maybe twenty minutes. Hassan and Marcus lead me to the now vacant fuckbed. The three of us get on our knees on the bed and kiss each other. We jerk each other’s cocks then reach our hands around to play with each other’s asses. I feel Marcus start to open me up with his fingers while I do the same to Hassan. Marcus pulls my head down onto his throbbing 9-inch prong and I start to suck for all I’m worth. Hassan takes my dick in his mouth and soon, we’re in a sucking triangle. Hassan’s full lips going up and down on my shaft gets me close to cumming in no time flat. I jerk out of his mouth suddenly. “Something wrong?” he asks. “No, not at all, you’re so fucking hot,” I say. “It’s just that this is my first Shudder party and I was getting really close and I really came here to breed and get bred. Nothing turns me on more than that and as pretty as that mouth of yours is, I’d rather blast my spunk up your ass.” I turn to Marcus. “Or up your ass. God, you’re both so fucking hot.” “Have you taken a load yet?” Marcus asks, while playing with my hole. “No, not here,” I say. “I want to cum in you,” he says simply. “I’ve wanted to for a while.” Then he says it again, simply, “I want to cum in you.” “You’ve seen me before?” I ask. “Oh yes, a number of times,” Marcus says, while pushing me onto my back on the mattress. Hassan kneels behind my head and pulls my legs up over my shoulders. “Really?” I ask. “How about I tell you all about it once I’m in you?” says Marcus. “Okay,” I say, nodding. I look through my leather-covered legs and see this incredible caramel-colored stud with a throbbing nine-inch fuckstick looking down into my eyes. Then he smiles and goes down to eat my ass. While Marcus rims my hole gets me ready for his fuck, I look around the room. It’s now packed with 100 or so barebackers and almost all of them are fucking or getting fucked. A few are sucking cock, some are kissing or jerking their cocks, but 90 percent of them have a dick up their ass or are plunging their dicks up someone else’s ass. And every 30 seconds or so, a fuckstud announces that he’s blasting and then he lets loose with his spunk inside some lucky hole and the studs around him cheer him on. It’s even hotter than I fucking imagined it would be. When I turn back to Marcus, his face is inches in front of mine. He kisses me, softly at first and then more deeply. God, he’s an amazing kisser. While we kiss hungrily, I feel his drooling cockhead poke at my hole. “I’m going inside you now, Randy,” he says. “If I go too fast or if it starts to hurt, let me know but I’m not going to pull out of you. I came here to breed tonight. More specifically, I came here to breed you tonight.” About half of Marcus’s cock is inside me now. “That’s true, Randy,” says Hassan. “He won’t shut up about it.” “Oh my God,” I say, just as I feel Marcus’s balls touch down on my cheeks. “I’m all in now, Randy,” whispers Marcus getting nose to nose with me. “While you get used to my cock, I’ll tell you where I’ve seen you. You take the Tuesday / Thursday morning spinning class, right?” “Yeah, but I’ve never seen you in there,” I say as I feel Marcus slowly grind into me. “I would remember a hot fucker like you.” “I can’t take it because I have to leave for work before it’s over,” he says. “But a number of times, I’ve jogged on the treadmill outside the spinning room and watched your ass in those Spandex shorts go up and down on that bike seat. I could barely jog, my dick would start to get hard, wondering if you were gay, which I was pretty sure you were, and wondering if you took cum, which I had no idea about.” “Guess you got your answer now,” I say. “And a couple times I jacked off on the way to work, thinking about your ass in those shiny blue shorts. I imagined that you picked blue instead of black because they were a little bit flashier and you liked calling attention to your ass because you were a big cumtaker and you wanted people to know it.” “Guilty,” I say. Marcus picks up the pace of his fuck strokes. We both start talking and just fuck for a minute or so. “Anything else I should know about you?” “Just that I haven’t cum in a week,” says Marcus. “Holy fuck,” I groan. I close my eyes. The chitchat stops and Marcus continues to pick up the tempo of his fuckstrokes. I can feel his mushroom cockhead scraping against my prostate, making my rockhard cock bounce up and down on my stomach. “Oh my God, fuck me Marcus. You’ve been watching that ass, huh? Well, now it’s yours. Yours to fuck and yours to flood with that giant 7-day load.” Again, I close my eyes to focus on the pleasure Marcus’s hot cock is giving to my hungry ass. When I open them, I see Angel looking down on me. Behind him is his fantasy man—and frankly, one of mine, too—Drew Sebastian gently fucking Angel’s ass. “Take the fuck, buddy,” says Angel. “Use your ass and work for that jizz. You’re about to get your first Shudder cumload.” “And it’s going to be huge,” growls Marcus. Drew starts a chant that Hassan and Angel and about twenty strangers join in on, “Breed him, breed him, breed him, breed him…” “I’m getting close, stud,” warns Marcus. “You work out that ass so hard just for this, right? That Spandex ass is living for this, right?” “Yes, Marcus!” I wail. “Sperm up my guts. Fill me up with your scalding hot man jizz. I need it so fucking bad.” “Breed him, breed him, breed him, breed him…” “I’m cumminnngggg!” he bellows, locking eyes with me through my leather-clad legs. I watch his face shudder and convulse and his eyes get wider as the first rope bursts out of his cockhead and into my fuck-channel. I don’t close my eyes. I want to watch his face contort, his chest heave, his neck tighten as he unloads that 7 day cum-load up my hole. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, too.” I know that voice. It’s Drew Sebastian. As Angel prepares to take his dream man’s seed he leans his face down to mine and kisses me. “Breed him, breed him, breed him, breed him…” “It’s going to happen,” I tell him. “Drew Sebastian is about to cum in you. Soak it in, fucker.” “Unghhh, uunnngh, uuunnnghh,” Drew wails as he paints my friend’s asswalls with his famous fuckjuice. “I’m still shooting!” gasps Marcus as he continues to pound his load into me. “I’m still fucking shooting!” “I can feel it, stud,” I gasp as Marcus collapses onto my chest, his ass still convulsing as the dregs of his massive load ooze their way through his shaft and into my guts where they belong. I reach down and feel where Marcus’s still hard cock is going in and lean into his ear. “Thank you,” I whisper. “Now whenever you see this hot ass at the gym, you’ll know you own it, that there’s some of you deep, deep inside it.” When Marcus and I walk to the wall to make our cum mark, we’re the 25th load of the evening. Drew and Angel are 26. And Shudder’s only been going for 45 minutes. This is the most sexually exciting experience of my life and I haven’t even bred anyone…yet.

Matthew Keading is my favorite He's doing a lot of bareback scenes these days. He even fucked that masc guy who ended up being poz. Pity they used a rubber, though.

Hey Guys - Thanks for the nice comments. Here's part three. As you can tell from my stories, I like it verbal. If anyone's into getting off on the phone, send me a message and let's hook it up. RR MAC MEN 3: GYM BAGGIN’ (THE SHUDDER CHRONICLES CONTINUES) We lie there together on the spooge-stained mattress for a while, then untangle ourselves and reluctantly slip back into our clothes. Before I leave the building, I turn around and look at the empty space and imagine it full of sweaty, primal man-fuckers. The thought of it makes me throb, even after I’ve dumped a huge load. Angel walks me out to the parking lot. “If you want some special gear to wear to the party, I can go with you to shop for it,” he says. “Like what?” “Chaps, a harness, a jock, some briefs with no ass, whatever you want,” he explains. “I get a discount. I have a friend who works at a place.” “A friend?” I say, cocking an eyebrow. “Yeah, a friend,” he says, “like you and I are friends. We hang out, we have fun, we swap things…stories…recipes…spunk.” “Let’s go in a couple of days,” I say. “I might not be able to walk tomorrow.” “I’m going to take that as a compliment,” smirks Angel. “Hold on, I got something in my car I want to give to you.” As Angel runs to his car, it notice the denim around his asscrack is darker than the fabric surrounding it. Could that be my fuckload? Is my manseed slowly leaking out of him? “Here,” he says, handing me a CD with no label. “What’s this?” “You’re probably going to want to work out extra hard before Shudder, not that you’re body’s not hot as fuck as it is. This is to help inspire you. Load it into your iPod and listen to it as you work out,” he advises me. “You probably won’t want to play it at any children’s birthday parties.” “Got it,” I say. “And don’t—I repeat, don’t--play it in your car on the way home,” he says. “I want you to be in a gym full of sweaty, pumped muscle fuckers when you hear it for the first time.” Angel laughs, imagining the moment. “Then text and tell me about it.” With that, he pushes me against my car and kisses me. I can still taste cum on his lips. “You did good today, Randy,” he says sweetly. “I can see it in your eyes. You’ve changed; there’s a confidence there, a kind of power. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you,” I say. I’m proud of me, too, because I’m not just dreaming it now. I’m living it. On the drive home, I get stuck behind an accident but I’m too blissfully worn out to care. To pass the time, I let some globs of cum seep out of my ass, reach into my sweats from the front, scoop it up and bring it to my lips. Each time I do this, my cock’s a little harder as my hand grazes past it. If other drivers notice, I don’t fucking care. The next morning, I wake up and for a few minutes, I wonder if everything that happened yesterday—the warehouse, the mattress, the marathon flip-fuck cum-swap with Angel—was just a dirty dream. But when I rise to walk to the bathroom, the sweet, hard-earned ache in my asshole says to me, “It happened, Randy. You fucking did it. It’s real.” I dress for the gym in a royal blue fitted Nike dry-fit tank and black nylon shorts that are cut a bit high to show off my cycler’s quads. I consider going commando but after what Angel said about the CD, I’m a little afraid not to. I load the disc Angel gave me into my Powerbook, that trusty, gleaming gadget that led me to my debauched destiny. The CD has ten tracks on it: 1) Where Do You Think I Want You to Shoot It? 2) Drop It Deep 3) Fuel Injected 4) Overflow / Lick It Up 5) Snowballer’s Chance in Hell 6) (Riding in on a) Carpet of Cum 7) How Many So Far? 8) Churn 9) Second Ring of Heaven 10) Deep Seeded Need I fight the temptation to listen and just transfer the tracks to my iPhone. I drive to the gym, check in and put my bag in a locker. I slip my earbuds in, check my appearance in the mirror—I look good. There’s a swagger there, I didn’t have before. From the back, I see my hard-earned V leading down to my glutes, which seem extra perky today. Could my butt be more toned from one breeding? I step onto the treadmill and lift my right foot on the sidebar, to stretch my hamstring before I jog my two-mile warm up. This stretch is another not-so-gentle reminder that my asshole is still deliciously sore from Angel. I press ‘Play,’ and wait. A warm synth pad fills my ears, then a tribal drumbeat kicks in on top of it. I’m thinking ‘Big deal, this is just a typical dance track,’ but then the vocal track kicks in. We’re not talking Rihanna or Ke$ha or some other dance diva of the moment. These vocals are pure testosterone. It’s men; full-throated, deep-voiced men, who were clearly recorded while in the act of fucking or getting fucked…or maybe fucking and getting fucked. My cock gets rockhard in my jock. It’s all so fucking loud and vulgar and hot that I quickly scan the gym floor to make sure know one else can hear it, that this is my little secret. I switch legs and keep listening to the cacophony of grunts and groans and moans and sighs, all artfully edited and looped together to form rhythm patterns and even melodies. Occasionally a word or phrase will pop out, like, “In me, fucker, in me,” “Breed it, baby,” or “Where do you think I want you to shoot it?” which is the title of this particular track. “What the fuck is on this CD?” I text Angel. I’m into my second mile, my cock so hard in my jock it hurts, when Angel texts me back. ‘Actual audio from Shudder parties.’ I imagine some hot teamster type running around the warehouse with a boom mic and a leaking dick hanging out of his cargo pants. ‘Genius,’ I text back. ‘Who put it together?’ ‘Oscar.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Bred me on cam for you.’ ‘Oh. Man of many talents.’ Have you gotten to ‘How Many So Far?’ It’s like Beyonce’s countdown song, but w/ loads. LOL.’ ‘Dick too hard to run. Hope you’re happy.’ I get off the treadmill and head to the free weight area. My dick stays rock hard through my workout as the hits just keep on coming. “Flood me, fucker, flood me. I feel it, I feel it shooting. Beg for it, boy. Beg. For. Seed.” Between sets of curls, I reach into my shorts and adjust my dick, so it’s pointing diagonally up. The leaking head is nearly popping out but it’s much more comfortable than the previous position. A track or two later--as robotic stud voice says, “Sperm Me,” over and over in my ears--I’m doing lat pulldowns when a tattooed Polynesian hunk in head-to-toe Underarmour flashes me a smile. I’ve seen this stud here before but never interacting with him. He’s an avid swimmer and I’ve often enjoyed watching him get out of the pool in his old school blue Adidas Speedo and strut those granite butt cheeks to the locker room but he’s always struck me as straight or unavailable. But that wasn’t a very straight smile. Sperm me sperm me sperm me sperm me. “What are you listening to?” he asks, between tricep push-downs. “You seem like you’re in another world.” “Is it that obvious?” I say. He nods. “It’s a hot mix of some sexy dance tracks a friend of mine put together. Very unique, one-of-a-kind kind of stuff.” “You know Oscar,” he says, with a grin. He tilts his head down and stares into my eyes, while his bulging tris contract and release. Oh shit, I think, we’re gonna fuck. I know it…right then. It’s fucking on. I’m going to be one of those guys I’ve always heard about and envied, those guys who fuck and breed at the gym. Who knows? I may have to start allotting extra time into my workouts for buttfucking. I’m sure this kind of thing happens to Angel and his posse all the time, but it’s excitingly novel to me. A hungry smile, a loaded look and few carefully selected words are uttered and bam, it’s fucktime. “Well, actually, I haven’t met Oscar, face to face,” I say, straddling the bench for another set of pull-downs, “but a friend of mine is a good friend of his so you know…” “There’s some kind of DNA connection there,” he says. “Bingo,” I say. When I stand up from the bench, I feel cool air on my cockhead but I’m not sure if it’s real and my dick’s popping out or in my mind because I’m so boned. I’m afraid to look so I just walk over to the guy and offer him my gloved hand. “I’m Randy,” I say. “Bryan,” he says, taking my hand in his and giving it a long leather-to-leather squeeze, “with a Y.” “You’ve heard Oscar’s mixes, I take it?” “Actually, no,” says Bryan. “But I’ve heard of Oscar’s mixes. I’ve always wanted to check them out.” “Come do crunches with me in the aerobics studio. You can have one earbud, I’ll have the other.” “God, that’s so intimate,” he says, with a laugh. “I know,” I say. We walk together to the aerobics room and sit on the floor facing the mirror. I put one earbud up to his right ear. “I’m going in, okay?” I whisper. “Please,” he says. I insert his earbud, then put the other in my left ear. “We have to stay close together,” I say. “Okay,” he says. I scroll through the titles I haven’t heard yet and pick “Churn.” Side by side, Bryan and I do work our ab muscles and listen to a slow burn of a jam, like if Sade had a cock. It features a recurring sample of what sounds like a wet, sloppy used asshole getting reamed for the umpteenth time. That’s probably exactly what that is. Turned on beyond words, we pour our libidos into our workouts and try to out sweat each other, matching each crunch to the beat as the track reaches it’s bellowing climax with a chorus of deep-voiced studs chanting, “Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him! Seed him!” and then a lucking top groaning, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkk!” We fall back onto our backs and look up at the ceiling, which has a mirror on it that I’ve never noticed before. “Oh my God,” I gasp. “I think I was actually at that party,” remarks Bryan. “I think I was was one of the chanting guys. I don’t know whether I should sue or be flattered.” My eyes are glued to Bryan’s crotch in the mirror. His Underarmour tights look like they’re about to burst. Fuck, he’s packing. He does a series of small pelvic pumps, like a jackhammer then turns his head to face me. “Go move that curtain to the right,” he says, gesturing with his dimpled chin to a long piece of fabric that covers one of the side walls. “I would but I can’t get up. You know why.” “You think I can?” I ask. “At least you have regular shorts,” he says. “If I stand up, I could be arrested for public indecency.” I jump up and pull the curtain to reveal a door I’d never known was there. “See if it’s open,” he says. I do and it is. I look inside and discover a storeroom used for yoga mats, blocks, steps, etc. I look back and raise my eyebrows. “There’s a class in here in ten minutes,” he says. “If we go in, we can’t come out for at least an hour.” I think about the conference call I have for work in 45 minutes. Screw it. “I don’t have anywhere to be,” I say. “Except in those tights.” In one fluid movement, Bryan rises and darts into the storeroom, pulling me in with him and closing the door behind us. “Come over here,” he says, leading me to the corner where two stacks of plastic, shoulder-height step-aerobics steps form a barricade between the back wall and the door we entered through. He pulls me behind them, brings us both down to our knees and smiles. “Hey, fucker.” “Hey,” I say. “But what if the next class is a step class and they take our wall away?” “It’s yoga.” “You really know all the ins and outs around here,” I remark. “I used to teach spinning here,” he says. “Explains the ass,” I say. I reach around and put my hand on his Spandex covered ass. He gently moves it up to his lower back. “Just kiss me for a while,” he says. “Only kiss.” “Why?” I ask. “You’ll see.” Just then, the door opens and I hear the voice of two women; one I assume to be the instructor and the other, a student. They make small talk and grab mats from the stack that’s just in front of our wall of steps. All the while, Bryan and I kiss soft and gentle, not noisy, for obvious reasons. More yogis come in and grab mats. More kissing, our crotch bulges gently brushing against each other, back and forth. Finally, some New Age-y music kicks in and we hear the class start. Bryan pulls my shorts and jock down. My raging hard-on pops up and smacks my stomach. Just then, the door opens again. We duck down and freeze. A last-minute student grabs a mat, runs out and closes the door behind her. “Fucking latecomers,” I whisper. Bryan looks down at my rock hard cock. He taps his index finger on my leaking dickhead, then pulls it to his mouth. It connects in one long strand then snaps. He kisses me and I can taste my pre-cum. He pulls my shorts back up but pulls my dick off to the side of my jock then stands back to look at me. “I have a gym gear fetish,” he whispers, “and I’ve been wondering what your pretty cock would look like up against that silky nylon with no jock. Fuck, that’s nice,” he says. “Take a picture, it lasts longer,” I say, willing my dick to bob up and down in my shorts. “Fine,” Bryan says, before grabbing my iPhone, snapping a few pics of me with my gym shorts hard-on, and a few with my cock fully out. “My face showing?” “Yeah,” he says. “That a problem?” I’ve taken naked pictures of myself before, a few, but never with the face showing. “It’s not a problem,” I say. “True breeding fuckstuds are totally unapologetic,” I remember Angel saying to me yesterday during the afterglow on that cum-matted mattress. “They don’t care if people think they’re reckless whores because they know that deep down inside, everyone wishes that they could be that kind of free.” Bryan puts my iPhone down and goes down on my knob in one gulp. I stifle a moan. The yoga music isn’t nearly loud enough to drown out the kind of sounds I want to make. Bryan pulls his head off my cock, stands up and kisses me, deep and wet. I turn him around and grind my cock against his nylon-clad ass, caressing those pumped pecs beneath that skintight red Underarmour shirt. Fuck, they feel hot. I start to inch my hand around his waist to feel his amazing bulge. I touch cock way before I’m expecting to as it’s snaking halfway around his waist like a belt. “Holy shit,” I say. “Shhhh,” he says, laughing. When I crouch down to inspect his ass, I feel the soreness of my own ass. God, that’s incredible, experiencing a physical reminder of a recent red-hot fuckfest just as you’re about to embark on another one. I realize in that moment that life is about fucking--breeding and getting bred--and everything else that happens to us is just window dressing. I rub my hands all over his glorious nylon clad ass, then peel his tights down to reveal his rock hard globes. I spread them apart with my hands, then dive right onto his hole, tongue first. God, he tastes good, clean and warm and sweaty. I can tell me wants to shout all manner of indecencies at me, but instead he just breathes. I stand up and press my fuckstick into his crack. “I want in,” I breathe, then think, ‘Angel would be soooo proud of me.’ “I want you in,” he replies. “Give me a sec.” He skitters across the room, tights around his knees to the First Aid kit on the wall, digs behind a box of Band-Aids and produces a small tube of Wet. “From when I used to work here,” he explains. “It’s kind of old but who cares?” “Not me,” I say. Bryan gets my dick ready, being mindful not to use up all the lube. I’m guessing he wants us to flip but damn, my ass is sore. He removes the top few rows of steps so he can lay flat on the stack. I aim my cock at his sweet ass, touch the tip to his hole, then pause. “Hold on,” I say. “Were there any rubbers stashed in there?” “I didn’t see any,” he says, with a boyish shrug. “Oh well,” I say, then go balls deep in one long, slow stroke. Bryan lets out the loudest sound either of us has made since we entered the room, but it’s still not loud enough to be heard over the Enya playing in the next room. At least, I hope it’s not. It doesn’t take him long to get used to my dick. After a few slow strokes in and out, I bury it all the way in then slowly wiggle my hips back and forth, exploring every inch of his fuck chute. “God, you feel good,” he whispers. “Pound me.” I do just that, in long deliberate strokes, building up steam and then pulling back when I feel my balls start to pull up. Then when the need to seed dies down, I go back at it. I’m honing my skills with every fuck, I think. The mix of having control during sex and losing control during sex, the dance of that, is incredibly exciting to me. I want to be the kind of fucker who can masterfully take a partner and myself to the edge and over it—conscious of every stroke and caress—and also someone who is constantly surprised by new sensations and savage mindfucks. I want to develop mad-skills as a cocksman and still get get taken to other worlds by a great fuck. After a solid few minutes of pounding, Bryan stands up, arches back and whispers, “You’re about to fuck the cum out of me and all over this equipment.” “And the problem with that is?” I whisper back. “It’s not where I want it to go,” he says. He wants to breed me, too. I had a feeling he wanted to. That’s what I want, too. My ass is still so tender from yesterday but man, this stud is beautiful and I really want his fuckload. Besides, when I recount this story to Angel and say, “Yeah, he wanted to breed me, too, but then I pussied out,” it would not go over well at all. “I was hoping you’d say that,” I say, pushing in balls deep again. “So take your hands off your cock so you don’t shoot. I’m going to pound till I breed and then you’re going to knock me up, too.” “Do it,” he says, laying his sweaty, humpy pecs down on the steps. Bam, bam, bam, bam. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of my churning balls on his ass, our breathing and the Middle-Eastern flavored music coming from the class outside. Bam, bam, bam, bam. I feel my nut coming on…less than ten bams from now. Oh, fuck, make that five. “Take it,” I say, so faintly that I’m not sure Bryan can even hear me. “Take my flood of cum.” I collapse down on top of his back, our sweat soaked nylon tops rubbing together. “It felt like about seven jets,” I whisper to Bryan, my mouth right next to his ear. “How many did you feel?” He turns his head so we’re nose to nose, looking into each other’s eyes. “Fifty,” he says. “Now it’s your turn.” “I want to on my back,” I say. “I want to look up at your hot chest…your sexy fucking face.” “Well, there’s one mat left,” he remarks. “How convenient.” I pull off my shorts and jock, lie down on the last yoga mat and lift my legs in the air. Bryan pulls the front of his tight tank over his head, so it’s stretched across his broad shoulders. His small brown nipples jut out from the mountains of his pecs. God, what a man. He pulls his tights up, so his cock is out but his ass is covered in spandex and looks down at me. “We got fifteen minutes, tops,” he says. “You want me to eat you or just fuck?” “Just fuck,” I say. “I think that’s for the best,” he says. “I just got back from a trip with my sister, where we shared a room. No privacy. I haven’t unloaded in a week.” “Oh fuck,” I sigh, imagining the monster load I’m going to be walking out of here with. Bryan grabs my iPhone, tosses one earbud at my face and puts the other in his ear. “We might not be able to be loud,” he whispers, “but they can.” I stick my ear bud in. He places the phone on my abs and presses play. The final 10-minutes track of Oscar’s megamix kicks in: “Deep Seeded Need” just as Bryan shoves his cock in me. A stud growling, “Seed me, I need it,” in a gravelly voice is sampled and replayed over and over. It becomes like a mantra as Bryan fucks me, carefully to never pull too far away so as not to disconnect us from the music. He leans down and shoves his tongue in my throat as the track builds. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. Seed me, I need it. When a fucker on the track warns, “You’re gonna get it, boy!” Bryan pulls back, nods he head up and down frantically, then hammers his 7-day jizzload straight into my guts, every rope seeming to spray out on the downbeat. A warmth spreads all over my insides, but I’m not sure if it’s literal or just in my mind. I’ve read other barebackers online describing the “jizzjoy” that comes with being a breeding hole. Now I know what they’re talking about. Bryan’s cum-shudder seems to go on for minutes. If we had fifteen minutes for that fuck, it’s like he knew to a lot five for his orgasm. While watching him twitch and convulse, I understand something else about the Shudder philosophy. The men of this tribe know how to truly savor the breed. They make a show of it for whoever’s lucking enough to be on the receiving end of your load or in the room cheering you on or on the other end of that webcam with their own spurting dick in their hand. The party’s called Shudder so if you want to cum quietly, without making a spectacle of yourself, well, you’ve got the wrong party. The feeling of Bryan’s cummy cock snaking out of me is pure fucking heaven. Cumscent permeates the room. I could smell my load when I was getting fucked, but I thought it might have just been in my mind, part of the whole fuck frenzy. Now that we’ve both inseminated and we’re back on earth, the smell is undeniable. “Smells like fuckloads,” Bryan says, taking a big, sweet whiff. “Yeah,” I say. “About fifty of them.” At the same time, we both realize that it’s gone silent in the yoga room. “Oh no,” I whisper. Then we hear a chorus of “Namastes” followed by some light applause for the teacher. “Shit,” Bryan says. His cock bounces against his thighs leaving cum streaks as we scramble to get the steps stacked back up and then disappear behind them. The door opens just as we duck down. The class members stream in to dump their yoga mats. I notice a cum drop catch the light on our fuckmat just before the first class member’s mat plops down on top of it. I’m relieved it doesn’t make a squelching sound. As Bryan and I wait for the parade of yogis to end, we finger each other’s cum-slick assholes, lick our fingers, kiss each other and wallow in our own cumneed. “That class was really special for some reason,” one of the students says to the teacher. “There was a connectedness to it, a real fluidity.” ‘We’ve got your fluidity right here,’ I think to myself and smile at Bryan. “Thanks, Tami,” says the teacher, before shutting off the light. The last thing she says before shutting the door and leaving the studio is, “Does it smell like bleach in here to you?” Bryan and I cover each other’s cum-slick mouths to keep from cracking up. I lean back on the wall just so I can watch him pull all that Lycra back over himself. He’s not the only one with a gym gear fetish. I’m sure his cockhead is going to leave a cumstain on the front of his tights. Bryan knows that, too, and he doesn’t care. The pride, the exhibitionism, the flaunting of one’s sexual needs and desires is something that sets the Shudder crowd apart. They just fucking own it. I’m sure if the DMV let them, they’d all have customized license plates: “SPUNKSWAP,” “CUMMMMNME,” “JIZZTKR, “NVRWRAP’D.” And I’m on my way to being one of them. TO BE CONTINUED

First I would like to say that this story is completely real. I tried to share with all of you who read this what my first time gloryhole experience was like, and while it was just a few days ago, it is still extremely fresh in my head. I hope you enjoy it.* I have fantasized about sucking cock in a gloryhole for a very long time. I woke up Friday morning *feeling very naughty, and started fantasizing about how much I wanted to try sucking a cock in a gloryhole. The thought of it had always really turned me on, sucking a nice big cock, like a hungry little teenage whore...seekingng a huge cock slide through the hole, and wrapping my mouth and throat around it. I decided to no longer be passive about the whole thing, and posted a personal ad online, asking anyone if they knew of any spots where a truly *non scene guy might be able to go to try something like this, *without too much stress or worry. I was disappointed when I *did not recieve a lot of response, no responses in fact, until I was just about to give up. I went to close down ny laptop and noticed there was a single email, with the subject "hole", in the inbox. I was very excited and immediatly opened the email to find a well constructed message, with a good recommendation for a place to try. The sender was very nice, and VERY detailed and prepared me with enough confidence and info within a couple of emails to convince me to give it a try. I was both anxiouse, and feeling overwhelmed with anticipation. I thanked the guy for the info and set out to the spot he recommended. It was within an hour of my place, and I found it with ease. The location was a adult shop, which had a viewing arcade with private viewing booths. The emailer had done an excellent job preparing me, because the information they gave was very accurate.. I entered the location, paid the friendly, non vibey girl cashier for a few viewing tokens and made my way back into the viewing arcade area. I was still very anxious, very nervous, and VERY ready to enjoy a hot experience. I made my way to the viewing booth the guy in the email described as having two holes, with the hopes that it would double my chances of having an exoerience, also, I knew if I had the chance to suck more than one cock at once I would absolutely take it, because I had fantasized about that as well. I easily found the booth the emailer had described, and was happy to see it unoccupied. One of the adjoining booths was closed, so there was only one gloryhole, but it was very nice sized. The arcade area was very dark, and I could hear the moans and sounds from the videos running in the booths. I felt aroused as I situated myself and put a token in the video player. *I flipped through the videos for something hot, settling on a video of a guy getting gangbanged by three very large Cocks, and I started to imagine I was that guy. It did not take long for a guy to enter the booth next to mine. I could hear him undoing his pants, and putting his token in his video machine, and my anticipation once again began to rise. I could feel my cock getting hard, and realized I was licking my lips, and that I really wanted to suck his cock. My mouth was telling me it was time to have something in it, and I was more than ready. *I dangled my fingertips lightly in the hole..and within seconds his semi hard cock slid through the hole. It was a VERY nice cock, easily 7.5 - 8 inches, nice and smooth, cut, and thick, with a nice fat head, and VERY big balls. I dropped to my knees and took his cock into mouth, hungrily, and began sucking him off.I let the head of his cock slide between my lips and rolled my tongue around it a few times before sliding it down into my throat. I was able to take him deep into my throat, but I gagged a little when his cock was thrust all the way in, because of his thickness. He seemed to be enjoying it because he began pushing against the booth, and pumping his cock into my mouth and throat, fucking my throat nicely. He was able to get his cock very deep because of his size. I sucked him hungrily like a naughty cockhungry slut, and he pumped my mouth and throat for a*good amount of time before shooting a huge, thick, ropey load all over my face, lips, and tongue. I heard him get himself together then left his booth. Within moments another guy was in the booth, and I was still hungry for more cock, and cum, so I wasted no time dangling my fingers through the hole again. Once again a nice sized cock slid through the hole, this one longer than the first, but not as thick. I wrapped my lips around his cock and wasted no time taking him deep into my throat. I was able to deepthroat *him much better than the first guy because his cock was not as thick and I heard him saying that it felt real good, and he started to moan and saying yes, in a nice deep, hushed voice. After a few minutes he pulled his cock from the hole, and I wanted more, so I dangled my fingers through the hole again frantically, because he hadn't cum yet. He did not put his cock back through, so I dangled my fingertips again, and then again, but all I heard was a whispering..."no". I then realized he wanted to fuck me, and I knew that I wanted to and was ready to feel his cock deep inside me. I quickly lowered my pants, and turned my ass towards the hole, leaning my weight against the plastic chair they provided in the booth for support. The room was just big enough for my to bend in front of the hole, and spread my ass cheeks wide against the holes openings, so the edges of the hole held my cheeks spread wide so he had access to my tight little hole. I immediatly felt the head of his cock slowly start to open up my tight hole, and had to force myself to relax to allow his huge cock inside me. It didn't take long for my hole to want his huge cock buried deep, and in a moment he was fucking me and once again telling me how good i felt. I started to moan and whisper "mmm...yeah, fuck me baby..." as his huge cock plunged in and out of my hungry little boo pussy. I could feel his huge, swollen cock head pulling at the inside walls of my tight hole with each thrust, and I moaned knowing he was turning out my tight little boo pussy. The booth was rattling, and I was moaning as I pushed against the chair to get him as deep as possible inside of me. I didnt even care at this point about being too loud, he was fucking me so good. I pushed myself back again so I could take him as deep as possible, and felt his cock get extra thick as he unloaded a huge load. I heard him let out a deep moan as he pumped his load and left the pusating head of his cock buried all the way inside me for a few moments as his orgasm subsided. He whispered thank you though the hole *and left his booth, as I felt my hole throbbing, and felt shutters of pleasure still running through me. I stayed around for a while longer after this, and sucked a couple of more cocks before calling it a day. I was very satisfied with the experience, and realized I loved being a naughty cocksucker and fucktoy. I cannot wait to return for more. I will definitely be going back to this place. I hope next time to have more cock, bigger cock, and really hope there is a well hung black cock for me to experience next time. I know know how much I want to be a naughty little, gangbang cocksucker.

PART II When I finished up in the shower, I walked back to Coach Pitt’s office, where I found him sitting on the couch, jacking his giant dick to some homemade porn. On the computer screen there was a hot jockboy on his back, legs spread, getting piston-bred by a hung stud top. When the top pulled out, his cock glistened with a thick layer of cum, and a steady stream of seed poured out of the boy’s ripped-up fuckhole. Then I looked a little closer. Wait a second, I thought—I know this boy. “Is that Tom Goldsmith?” I asked Coach Pitt, totally shocked to see someone I knew spreading his sloppy hole for raw cock in a homemade sex tape. Tom Goldsmith was team captain the year before me. He was one year ahead and one weight class heavier. I idolized him. I’d also found myself staring at his giant swinging cock and heavy balls during every single weigh-in. “You got it,” said Coach, placing the image on pause, then turning to me, saying “I filmed this almost exactly a year ago, just after his 18th birthday. He was curious about cock, but didn’t want to get fucked, so for a few weeks, Strickland and I broke him down little by little, plying him with drugs, jacking our dicks while we watched porn together, showing him our homemade videos. He resisted for awhile, but finally he broke, and in the end, he turned into one hot, hungry, twisted fagboy cumdump.” I stared at the frozen image on the screen where I could see Tom stretching his fuckhole as widely as possible, staring intently at the raw cock that was making a beeline for his wide-open cum-soaked cunt. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Listen, buddy—don’t you worry,” said Coach, motioning for me to sit down next to him. “I know this looks really intense. You don’t need to go this far. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable doing, boy.” As I sat down, Coach’s fingers drifted down to my newly shaven hole. He placed his index finger gently against the entrance to my cunt and massaged it, causing me to let out a guttural moan. My legs spread a little wider. He dug his finger deeper. Then I gasped: “I want to be that kind of boy for you, too.” Coach inserted a second finger into my hole. “Good. I’m glad you want that, Lance,” he said, adding “It just might take some time. A true cumdump surrenders to raw cock, no questions asked. You beg for each dick to plant seed deep inside your body. Tom took 22 loads on the night we filmed this. It’s not a safe way to play.” He reached for the remote, turned up the volume on the monitor, and pressed play. Through the computer speakers I could now hear Tom saying “Yeah,” I heard the jockbottom growl. “Yeah?” replied the top man who was about to shove his raw cock inside Tom’s leaking pussy, “You want this, fag?” Tom spread his hole wider, answering “Yes please, fucker. Please fucking poz me. Shoot your virus into my guts and take my fuckin’ hole to the dark side.” With that, the top shoved in. I was mesmerized. As I stared at the screen, precum streamed out of my rock-hard dick. Coach gathered the fluid with his fingers and worked it into my fuckhole. “You like that, huh?” Coach remarked, pulling me closer to himself as he put the movie back on pause. “You like hearing Tom beg for poz cum?” “Coach, I love it.” “Good boy. I’m so glad to hear that.” I paused for a moment, terrified to say what I was thinking, but somehow I just couldn’t stop myself. Coach encouraged me, asking "What is it? You can tell me anything, Lance." My reply blurted-out: “Can I do that tonight, Coach? Please?” “Do what, Lance?” “Get my hole fucked full of poz cum.” Coach grinned, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deep while his hands continued to massage and relax my hungry jockbutt. Then he looked deep into my eyes. “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” “It scares the fuck out of me, but yeah, I want it bad.” “Then let’s get you knocked up, boy. Tonight.” “Fuck yeah. Thank you, Coach.” “No, boy—thank you. I’m so proud of you for embracing the poz pig you’re destined to be. But first, I have one more thing to show you.” He hit play again. From the monitor, I heard Coach’s voice—apparently he was the camera operator—saying, “Here, Strickland. Hold the camera. I want to give this boy another load.” The camera jostled, then steadied again. I saw Coach’s muscular chest, defined abs, and giant cock enter the frame. “You want more?” Coach asked the bottom boy, who grinned and nodded, answering “Please, Coach, pump my butt full of another load of your sweet poz cum.” I turned to look at Coach. He was watching me, grinning as he massaged my hole with two fingers. His dark eyes glinted as he nodded approval, and I nodded back. “Yes,” was all I said. Then his smile got bigger. I looked back at the monitor where I saw Coach’s fat dick enter Tom’s sloppy cumhole. Tom groaned. Then I heard Coach say to him: “Fuck yeah, you little pozzed-up slampig.” Meanwhile, Coach worked a third finger into my hole. I looked back into his eyes and he kissed me, deep and rough. “Damn,” he said with a growl, “You are somethin' else, Lance. I can’t wait to pound a poz load deep inside my boy's hungry butt.” “Please, Coach.” “Yeah, boy? Is that what you want?” “Yes. Please make me yours. Poz me up. I want everything you’ve got.” “Absolutely, you fuckin’ jockpig,” he said, pulling me close to him and pressing his dick against my partied-up fuckhole. “Tonight you become all mine.” MORE SOON...

MAC MEN PART 2 By Randy Rawman Later that night, I received an email from the address Seed2Swap@gmail. The subject line read: “Once you open this, Randy, you can’t unopen it.” I take a deep breath and opened it. Dear Randy, I can tell you’ve got what it takes to be a hardcore breeding stud…but it’s not going to happen overnight. The Shudder party is in two weeks and I want to make sure you’re primed and ready. Meet me at this address tomorrow night at 10 PM 6969 Wood Dr. LA It’ll just be me so don’t freak out. But wear something that shows off that amazing ass. Angel The next night, I spent a full two hours getting ready to meet Angel. I showered, trimmed, cleaned-out my hole, tried on a bunch of different outfits, settling on the nylon Adidas sweatpants in which I know my ass looks good. Beneath the Adidas I wore a pair of ass-less Addicted briefs I bought online some time before, but hadn't worn because I was saving them for a special occasion, thinking this was that 'special occasion'. The address Angel gave me was a seemingly deserted warehouse in industrial section of downtown. I was about to drive away when Angel emerged from the door, wearing ratty jeans and a tight T had some wording on it, but I couldn't quite make it out. “Park anywhere,” he called-out, so I did, and then got out of my car to meet Angel, who was standing in the open doorway. At this distance I could read his shirt, which said I Don’t Pull Out - sweet. I was about to give him a hug, but he cut me off, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss, slipping his hand down the back of my pants and putting a finger up against my hole. “Nice shirt,” I remarked. “Nice hole,” he replied. Then he took my hand and slid it down the back of his jeans until I found his hole. He gave a guttural growl. “It’s wet,” I observed. “Blame my cable guy,” he replied, adding “He was hot and horny and I wanted free HBO.” I pulled my finger from Angel’s ass. The jizz on my fingers caught the light. Pig that he is, Angel shoved my finger into my mouth, ordering me “Taste," which, of course, I did. Then he kissed me for a second time. “Did you cum, too?” I asked. “I easily could have, but I saved my load for you,” answered Angel. That’s exactly what I wanted him to say but when I did, my heart nearly stopped. He leads me to a spot in the center of the empty warehouse where a lone dirty mattress is on the floor. “Why are we here?” I asked. “This is where Shudder happens,” he answered. “I wanted you to get a feel for what it’s like for when you daydream about it, which I know you’re already doing. Of course, on the night of the party, it’s darker, there are some fuck benches and slings set up, more mattresses, glory hole walls….” “Pounding music?” I asked. “No, no music,” answered Angel, coming up behind me and grinding his crotch against my nylon-covered ass. “The guys who come to Shudder know that a big part of the turn on is the sound of the party: cum-filled balls slapping against tight musclebutts, studs moaning in pleasure and pain as they get their guts reamed, saying, “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” Hot tops moaning in ecstasy as they ask the bottoms if they’re ready for their hot loads. Studs cheering each other on, shouting, ‘Cum in him, fucker. Breed that boy! Seed his guts! He needs it! Ugggghhhhhhhh.’ I’m telling you, Randy, at the peak of the party, it sounds like there’s a fuckstud getting bred every five seconds.” I got weak-kneed at the thought and nearly passed-out, but Angel was there to catch me. He helped me kneel on the mattress, then knelt beside me, and began kissing me. “I can’t even imagine how many loads have gone into asses in this place since we started a year ago,” he commented as he helped me remove my shirt, adding “The smell of the place alone is enough to make you cum.” With that he pushed my face into the cum-stained mattress. “Name a favorite porn star, Randy. “What? Why?” “Humor me: just name one and I’ll tell you if he’s fucked on this mattress.” “Chad Brock.” “Yup" said Angel, pushing my crotch into the mattress. “Matt Sizemore?” “Many times,” says Angel. “In fact we fucked each other on this mattress. I remember him pulling out of me and asking me to spit his load back out of my ass. If you lick the mattress, you’ll get a little of it.” He pushes my head down and watches as I lick. While Angel peels down my sweatpants, I list more of my favorite on screen barebackers; Brad Maguire, Sage Daniels, Dominic Ryder, Jack Allen, Will West, Damien Silver, Chris Kohl, Morgan Black, Sean Storm, Dawson, Drew Sebastion, Kamrun, Damon Dogg, Lito Cruz, Jake Wetmore…with each name, he grunted a yes or no. There were far yes replies than no. He summarized saying “If you’re a hot guy who lives to breed and you live within a few hours, you’ve swapped loads here.” Angel flips me on my back and pulls my sweats all the way off. My rock hard seven inch cock, already leaking pre-cum, snapped up on my belly. “That’s a pretty dick, Randy,” commented Angel, adding “I knew you’d have a pretty dick.” “Thanks,” I replied, smiling. “When was the last time you took a dick in your ass?” asks Angel. I didn't answer. “You can tell me the truth, Randy. I like you. I think you’re sexy. I’ve got a load with your name on it churning in my balls right now. I’m not going to think less of you no matter what you say.” “It’s been over 12 years,” I say, sheepishly. “I told you my ex didn’t like fucking. There was a guy I saw briefly before then and we only fucked and handful of times, but always with condoms.” “With what?” Angel asks, circling my hole with his finger. “Condoms,” I say. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says with an evil laugh. I laugh, too. “So I’ve never bred anyone before,” I admit. “Or been bred, for that matter.” “But it’s all you think about?” he says. “Yes,” I say. “From the moment you wake up till the moment you go to sleep?” “Yes.” “Well, the good news is, before you leave this building, you will have done both at least once. How do you feel about that?” “Freaked out,” I say. “But good. I feel good.” “”Good, because there’s no going back,” he says. In one fluid moment, he stands up, unzips his jeans and shoves his cock in my mouth. It tastes so fucking good. He pulls the back of my head down on it. I feel like I might gag at first but then I get used to it and before long, he’s fucking my face. “You do that good, Randy,” he says. “My cock really likes being in your body. Keep sucking.” While I get used to his cock, he rubs his hands through my hair. “All those years you were shooting your cum into the air, into a wad of toilet paper, onto your stomach. What a waste.” “I don’t want to do that anymore,” I say, pulling off his cock. “I know you don’t,” he says. “I could see that in your eyes when you walked into my computer store.” Angel pushes me on my back on the mattress and climbs on top of me in a 69 position. He goes up and down on my throbbing cock, making me groan in ecstasy, but then pulls off. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth, fucker.” Then he dives down and sticks his tongue in my hole. “Use lots of spit on my cock, Randy,” he says. “Get it wet for your hole.” Randy climbs off me, strips off the rest of my clothes and looks down at me. I’m laying naked on a mattress that literally hundreds, maybe even thousands, of men have bred on. He pulls a packet of lube out of his jeans, then shucks them off completely. “I’m going to take off my shirt now, Randy, but I first, I want to make sure you have read what it says,” he says. “I got it,” I say. The part of me that’s watching this scene from outside my body can’t believe this is happening, that I’m mustering the courage to live out my the fantasies I’ve kept buried deep inside for so many years. “It’s time Randy,” says Angel, standing above me fully naked, lubing up his giant hardon. “Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to stick my fuckstick in your tight asshole. It might take a while. It might hurt. I won’t be brutal but I’m not going to stop until I’m balls deep in your hot ass.” “Okay,” I say. “Close your eyes. It’s going to hurt at first, but keep breathing.” I feel his mushroom head press against my hole. I start to squirm, tossing my head from side to side. “That’s fine, Randy,” he says, “Squirm all you want. But when you turn your head from side to side, just imagine you’re at Shudder and there are hard cocks plunging into hungry asses everywhere you look. Hot studs are shuddering all around you, and they’re shuddering because they’re doing when men were born to do, dropping their steaming hot loads into holes that are literally sucking it out of them.” “Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. “I’m almost in Randy,” said Angel. “Just five more inches.” “That’s not almost,” I replied, laughing through the pain. “Make that four,” commented Angel, laughing with me. I breathed as deeply as I could, trying to get used to having a dick up there for the first time in twelve years. “I have a problem, Randy,” said Angel, “You’re too fucking sexy and I don’t want to cum without getting all the way in a really pounding you…so I’m just going to shove the rest of it in….now!” “Unnnnngghhhh!” I answered, almost blacking out. “Breathe, fucker,” whispered Angel, putting his mouth right up to my ear. “I’m all the way in you now. Balls fucking deep. How does that—“ “Fuck me, Angel!” I gasped. “I’m ready. Fuck me and don’t stop until you shoot your cum inside my ass!” “You got it, fucker,” he says, and starts deep-dicking me in earnest. At first, he fucked me in missionary, then he turned me on my side without ever taking his cock out of my ass. “Oh fuck, you’re so fucking tight, Randy. Your ass is like velvet, man. You’re going to get my load soon and it’s going to be so fucking huge you’re going to taste it in the back of your throat.” “I’m ready, Angel,” I responded. He flipped me back onto my back, picked-up his pace and leaned over, looking me in the eye. “I’m ready,” I grunted, “I’m ready to be like you, Angel. Seed my hole!” “Oh, you’re going to get my seed, fucker,” he says, panting. “You were gonna get it even if you didn’t want it. But I know you want it. I knew it the second I saw you.” “Cum in my ass, Angel,” I say. “Make me yours. Flood my guts!” “Oh God, I’m cumming, Randy. I’m cumming in your hole!” “Breed me, fucker! Breed my ass!” “Unghh! Unghh!” “Oh fuck, I feel it. I’m getting your cum. This is fucking happening! A hot stud is breeding my ass. Oh my God. Oh my God.” “Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh! Unghh!” Each “Unghh!” represents a rope of manseed that’s shooting into my guts, sealing me forever to this man, this man who could see what I needed and was thoughtful enough to give it to me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” gasps Angel, trying to get his breath back. He collapses on top of me, keeping his dick inside my ass. I use my ass muscles to milk out every drop I can. “Great muscle control,” he says. “You’re going to be very popular at Shudder once the word gets out about you.” Without pulling out of me, Angel reaches to his jeans, pulls out his camera-phone and turns it on. “Keep that exact same look on your face, Randy,” he tells me. “That freshly-fucked, ‘my life just changed forever’ look.” I do as he says. He points the camera at my blissful face then pans down my body. He points the camera at his dick as it slithers out of my cum-soaked hole. He keeps the camera on my hole after he pulls out. “Keep me inside you. I want you to take my cum home with you, Randy, to eat later,” he says. “Like a doggie bag?” I say, laughing. “Exactly,” he laughs. “But I shot a ton so let some of it out on the mattress to commemorate your first breeding, right here on this spot where so many balls have been drained and holes have been bred.” “Is it coming out?” I ask, trying to relax my ass muscles. “No,” says Angel still using the camera. “Wait, there it is. Fuck, man. It’s so white and thick. You’re going to cream when you see this video.” Angel rubs the glob of cum into the mattress, tosses the phone aside, then leans in and licks the wet spot. He crawls back up my body and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I groan as I taste the hot, sweet cum on his lips and tongue. “Is this what it’s like at Shudder?” I ask. “Kind of,” he says. “Only at Shudder you would have had a dick in your mouth while I was breeding you and we would have gotten a standing ovation.” He cradles my balls in his hands and says, “You ready to empty these in my guts?” The experience of getting bred by my fantasy man was so intense I almost forgot there was a part two. “Yes,” I say, getting up on my knees. I grab the packet Angel used then spread all the lube that’s left on my throbbing cock. “There’s not a lot of lube left,” I say. “It’s okay,” says Angel. “I’ve still got the cable guy’s load in there. First time breeding and you’re going to get to fuck in another stud’s load. Stick your cock in in one stroke, Randy. You won’t believe how good it’s going to feel.” I line my hard, raw prick up at his asshole. Looking down, I realize, I’ve never seen my cock touch an asshole without a layer of latex. The thought is intoxicating. “This is what it’s about, isn’t it?” I say. “What what’s about?” Angel asks. “Life,” I say, and I plunge in to the hilt. “Aaaaaagghhhhhh!” “Fuck, Randy, that feels so good,” he says. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Randy, and add to the load that’s already in there.” “I’m not going to last long, baby,” I say. “I’m going to knock up that fucking cunt of yours, Angel.” “And after that, there’s no turning back, stud,” says Angel. “You know that, right, Randy?” “I know it,” I gasp. “You’re going to think about breeding boy butt even more than you already do,” he teases. “I know.” “It’s going to be on your mind all the time; when you’re at work, when you’re at the gym, when you’re asleep…” “I know.” “Fuck, your cock feels incredible,” he says. “You’re a natural, Randy. You were born to be a barebacker, born to take seed and born to give it…” “I was,” I say, hitting the point of no return. “It’s my destiny.” “Then give it to me, Randy! Cum in my ass! Breed my fuckhole!” “You want this cum?” I say. “You want this stud’s load?” “You know I do,” Angel admits. “I’ve wanted it since Day Fucking One. Cum in my ass!” “Here it cums, fucker!” I bellow. “Take. My. Fucking. Spunk! Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh.” “Fill me up, baby!” he cries. “Give me that hot seed!” The jets keep coming and coming so I yank my spurting cock out of Angel’s ass and point it down toward the cum-stained mattress, adding a few ropes of Randyseed to the legacy of this incredible fuck emporium. Then I shove it right back into Angel’s wet hole. “I can feel it,” he says. “It’s so fucking hot and wet.” I collapse on top of Angel. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I say. “That was amazing, Randy,” says Angel. “I would have never known you weren’t that experienced. You have it in you to be a real bareback fuckstud, Randy, if you want to. You just need someone to help you along.” “Are you applying for the job?” I ask. Angel dips a finger into his ass, pulls out a wad of my cum and brings it to his mouth. He nods yes. “Now, let’s kiss on it.” He kisses me with a mouth full of my own cum. TO BE CONTINUED

The first time a guy ever pissed in me I wasn't expecting it. We'd set up an anonymous breed and go where he came in and found me naked and ass up ready for his cock and load. This particular guy liked for me to pretend to be drugged/asleep. I knew he had cum from his sigh and spasming cock buried deep in my hole. I expected he'd get up and leave, but he just stayed there. After a bit I could feel his cock kind of twitching and then I started to feel kinda warm and full and realized what he was doing. At first I was startled, but just as instantly got totally turned on by it. He pissed for sometime, and not just little spurts, this guy had some pressure and I could feel it going in. After he was done, he pulled out without spilling a drop (he was deep when pissing), dressed and left. I held it for quite awhile, but when I let it out there was easily more than a liter. Something else that is really hot is my piss took on his scent when I pissed later. The piss goes into the colon where fluids are absorbed. it is so fucking hot, wish I could find more guys who can do this.

I like to wear a blindfold & jockstrap.

While I agree with most of what GermanFucker wrote (and quitely eloquently, btw), I think the one thing that he did leave out was ACCOUNTABILITY. Barebacking, to me has never been about seroconverting or passing the HIV virus on to others, but rather how good raw sex (at its deepest element) feels. I enjoy the sensation and like all of us on here, I enjoy being with men that enjoy that sensation as well. Everything other than that, is gravy.

depends; if we're making love, then long, slow and gentle, if we're fucking then then pound away

On the plus side: In general, guys who are poz tend to be a lot more fun than guys who are neg. Of course, that's because what makes them fun is what got them infected. But once you convert, you've got access to pretty much as much slutty guilt-free sex with poz guys as you like. It's also pretty much a complete license to never use condoms again. When I was neg, there was the little voice telling me that letting complete strangers breed my ass all the time probably wasn't too smart (I never listened to it...as a bottom, I craved guys unloading inside me, and as a top, I almost never could maintain a hardon with a condom). Once I converted, there was absolutely nothing at all restraining me from barebacking all the time (with the caveat that I'm open with potentially neg partners prior to sex so they can make an informed decision). I'm happy and healthy and completely free of the hysteria surrounding sex we've had to deal with since the mid-80s. The downside: Meds are expensive. I have to make sure I always have health insurance. Occasionally, the side effects get to me. A few people, even in the gay community, still to this day freak out when they learn you have HIV. And bug chasers (as opposed to guys who don't know and don't care about their status), I have learned, can be really fucking annoying, pressuring you to breed them at every turn.

TOok one in the gut this AM.