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Part 1: An unexpected finding Ryan ended up returning home from his trip a day earlier than originally planned. Three days with his family was one day too long, and he told them he needed to get back to finish a school project. Ryan felt a sense of relief when he entered the apartment and made his way down the hall to his bedroom. As he passed by his roommate's door, he heard music coming from Donald's room - which was a bit unusual. Ryan was about to shrug it off when he heard what he could only perceive as some kind of high-pitched howling noise. Startled, he paused in his tracks and put his ear next to the door to try and figure out what was the source of the noise. Ryan's eyes widened as he listened through the door. He couldn't quite understand the words being shouted by Donald. "fuck yes! Give me that poz cock!" was the only phrase he thought he understood. He wasn't sure he heard it entirely correctly. It didn't make sense. "Paw's" cock? He wondered? More phrases would clue him in. An unfamiliar voice dominated now, "yeah, take my poz dick you little chaser bitch. Tell me how much you want it!" Was this a joke? Ryan wondered. He had some vague notion of HIV chasers, or whatever they were called, but he couldn't have heard right. Donald was gay but Donald .. well .. was a nerd .. a major book nerd. And Donald never seemed to hook up. He was just odd-looking. Ryan was trying to picture his awkward roommate getting fucked. No way, Ryan thought as he continued to listen in. "I love it! Fuck me with your big poz dick! Fuck my neg ass!" he heard Donald answer the unfamiliar voice. "You want it deeper?" asked the stranger. Ryan still couldn't believe what he was hearing as he heard Donald answer back - and not in Donald's normal soft-spoken, often unintelligible mumble. There was conviction and determination in his voice. "Fuck yes! Pump every inch of your poz cock into my ..." There was a pause. Ryan wondered if they may have detected his presence beyond the door. Then he realized what happened, apparently the stranger must have obliged. Donald seemed to have a difficult time verbalizing, " ... my .. fuck yes! my fuck ! my ass! I want your toxic jizz ... " and Donald trailed off. It was difficult to piece it all together now since Donald wasn't exactly creating full sentences. The stranger was easier to understand, "you want my super high viral load?" The stranger's question was just as alarming as Donald's answer, " yes! fuck that death seed into me. pound me .. ugggh .. pound me with your deathstick!" Ryan's heart was racing. Was he literally hearing someone get fucked to death? Should he do something? What could he do? They seemed to be consenting. Ryan scurried into his bedroom and quietly closed the door. He convinced himself he must have heard wrong. But, even through two closed doors, the chasing unfolding in the other room remained evident. "Poz my ass! Fill my neg ass with your poz load!" Donald said urgently. The stranger seemed quieter now for some reason. But, Donald's voice continued to carry, "Yes! I love it!!! Breed my ass! Convert me with your sexweapon!" Ryan's anxiety level was escalating and then he noticed something slightly familiar as well. He felt his dick hardening quickly. "I'm going to cum in you!" he heard the stranger now much louder. "You sure you want this load?" "God yes! Give it to me! Use my ass! Flood my guts!' Donald shot back. Ryan's mind was racing. He still couldn't totally understand what was happening. But, he also couldn't stop picturing a big dick only a dozen feet away. Maybe it was just an automatic response to the sounds of sex. Whatever the reason, Ryan pulled down his shorts and started to aggressively jerk his own dick that was quickly nearing climax in only a matter of seconds.. "YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!" the stranger's voice boomed. Ryan was about to explode with unexpected intensity. He heard Donald cry out, "Yes ! Oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Ryan knew the sound of an orgasm anywhere. His mind went blank and he exploded as well. Gobs of cum spurted out of Ryan's dick. One phrases echoed in his head as he nearly mindlessly jizzed .. "You're gonna get it." As the noise subsided, Ryan started to come back to his senses. He looked down at his hand, dick and the carpet and was shocked by the volume of cum that had landed everywhere. He sat on the edge of his bed, and froze in shock and disbelief. What had Donald done? And what did I just do?" Ryan wondered.

Sounds like you need a new boyfriend. You need a man who loves you because you are a promiscuous slut. You can find a man like that; there are lots of them on here. When your boyfriend finds out what you have been doing he is going to be hurt.

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

Part 2: An unexpected encounter Ryan laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It was time to wake up, but Ryan was more groggy than usual. He didn't sleep very well. The events that unfolded the night before ruminated in the back of his head and he tossed and turned while concerning phrases like "Big poz cock!" and "Deathstick" haunted him throughout the night. Maybe I'll just forget about this and jerk off, Ryan thought. Ryan started stroking his cock and felt that familiar arousal building. He still couldn't shake what he heard out of his head though as he tried to pleasure himself. "Use my ass," Ryan remembered hearing. Despite recalling the events, Ryan's dick hardened quickly. Damn, I have to pee, Ryan realized. He decided to not let his urge to piss disrupt his morning jerk. So, he released his thickening member and groggily made his way out of his bedroom. He paused at the doorway to see if the coast was clear. He was relieved to not hear anything and opened up the half-closed bathroom door. Ryan stopped abruptly at the doorway as the door swung open. All Ryan saw for the moment was cock. Big massive cock. Taken by surprise, he stood silently with his mouth agape. The big cock dangling a couple of feet away was almost hypnotic. But, Ryan forced himself to stop staring and his eyes moved slowly up a six-pack of tan abs to a a very toned chest, until he finally met the dark brown eyes of the tall figure in front of him. "Oh sorry, Donnie said you weren't home," the stranger said as he pissed into the bowl. Ryan was shocked and confused and not putting it all together, "Donnie?" "I mean Donald .. your roommate," the stranger clarified. "Oh right," Ryan said feeling stupid for not making the obvious connection. His eyes fell onto the monstrous dick once again and admired it while the stranger continued to piss. "Not to worry .. he's passed out. He was exhausted," the stranger offered, perhaps trying to ease the awkwardness for Ryan. A long pause followed. Ryan was entranced. He felt a sense of jealousy. Donald got fucked by that? He was thinking as he continued to stare. "I'm almost done," the stranger assured Ryan. "Umm .. it's okay. You don't have to rush," Ryan answered. The stranger felt odd as he continued to piss, while Ryan continued to stare. "Did you need to grab something in here?" the stranger asked. "Huh?" Ryan was again distracted and not processing well. "Oh .. no .. I just have to pee when you're done." Ryan looked down at his feet as he realized he was staring. The stranger finished peeing, flushed the toilet, and then stepped towards Ryan. "I'm Gabe," he said holding out his hand. Ryan looked up and shook it somewhat hesitantly. Ryan was using not shy. But, he was definitely unprepared for this introduction. "Well .. this is definitely the strangest way I've ever met someone," Gabe said trying to ease the tension, "Donald said he had a roommate, but he didn't mention how sexy he was." Ryan glanced at Gabe's cock again. Damn it, Ryan thought, I need to stop looking. "Thanks," he replied softly. "It looks like you liked what you saw, though," Gabe said smiling broadly. "Huh?" Ryan looked down after Gabe pointed at his groin, only to realize he was sprouting a massive boner that was peaking out of the top of his briefs. "Oh yeah," Ryan laughed nervously, "morning wood." Another pause followed. Gabe couldn't miss the sexual interest. Ryan was too scared to make any advances though. Despite being turned on, he knew Gabe had HIV. And this just wan't an option. Gabe stepped close to Ryan, and towered over him by a foot. He leaned in closer and whispered into Ryan's ear "I saw you staring. Don't worry. If you want it, I'll give it to you." Ryan felt Gabe's long and thick member brushing against his stomach. Despite being aroused, he still felt immobilized. "Leave your number on my car windshield if you want it," Gabe whispered. Ryan could feel the heat of his breath on his ear. "It's the Camry." And then, Gabe left quickly as his schlong graised against Ryan's stomach as he departed. Ryan quickly shut the bathroom door. Fuck, hes hot, Ryan couldn't deny. He was too hard to piss and decided to take a shower instead. He couldn't get Gabe's hot body and gigantic dick out of his head. His boner would not go away. So, Ryan decided to jack it, and maybe he'll stop thinking about it. Gabe's offer lingered in Ryan's head. "If you want it," he remembered. Ryan stroked his dick as the shower doused his thin frame with steaming water. I WANT IT Ryan told himself as he stroked more furiously. And then, he imagined himself on all fours, begging for it like Donald did. Yeah I want it, he imagined himself saying to Gabe. He imagined Gabe answering back like he previously heard saying YOU'RE GONNA GET IT. Ryan couldn't control himself. He jacked with vigor. He softly verbalized his desire, "fuck me with your big poz cock." He was surprised how turned on he was as heard himself say it. "Yeah, use my ass. Fill me up with your poz cum," he softly said imagining Gabe deep inside him. Ryan's orgasm was inevitable, "fuck yeah, I want that poz cock" he tried not to say too loudly as he shot his load onto the tile in front of him. His orgasm seemed incredibly intense and nearly unstoppable. Finally, he felt his cock pumping, but no more jizz followed. After some long deep breaths, Ryan returned to normalcy. And he reflected on his "session." He decided that it was just dumb role play. That's all. No need to be worried.

This is the start of the true story of how I took my first bareback, if you like this part I’ll tell you rest, this is in the chem sex part as there are chems later, if continued. I was in my early 20’s, not bad looking, some said handsome, pretty cute, pretty good body, I’d moved up to London for work and for the first time could explore my sexuality proper for the first time, I soon found that I was attracted to older men, 20/30 years my senior, there was something about them that got me so hard and turned on. I was regularly frequenting a pub called the Kings Arms or KA in Poland Street in the west end, and I met a lot of big daddy bears that well made me pop my cork, and then I met him. His name was David, he oozed manliness, well built and tall I was in the KA having a drink after work when he walked in, I can still remember my first sight of him because he took my breath away, suited and booted, shaved head, a cocky grin on his face and a bulging crotch that belied its contents. Back then I was shy and I thought I was being discreet and circumspect stealing glimpses of him, now I realise that I must have been so obvious it’s painful. I saw him start chatting to another young lad; I just sighed picking up my beer and went outside for a cigarette. I was miles away daydreaming when I heard those first words “you got a light?” that brought back into reality I looked round to see the ice blue eyes staring intently at me, I nodded lighting his cigar, he smiled, a warm friendly smile “good boy, thanks” and then “so why did you not say hi earlier?”, feigning innocence I shock my head “I dunno what you mean?”, he threw his head back laughing “I saw you checking me out boy”…that word ‘boy’ made me feel heady and hard, I gulped, bit my lip, took a sip of my drink and blushed as red as its possible for a person to blush, he stepped close up to me “its okay lad, what’s your name?”, the heat from his body and his towering presence was intimidating and sexy at the same time, I shuffled my feet and looked up into his eyes “its Rob”, he grinned broadly “nice I like that name, I’m David”, I put my hand out to shake it “nice to meet you David”, he brushed my hand aside and leant in and kissed me right there on the street, I swear I almost dropped my drink and almost lost my load in my pants at the same time. I stood there as he pulled away from me, I was hot and sweaty, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife and the electricity between us was at about 10,000 watts, I looked around me, no one was paying any attention to us, I looked back at him and he smiled again “So Robbie boy, do you like to play games?”, I must admit I was confused and croaked “games? Yes I love them, why?”, that smile again and a twinkling in his eye as he moved even closer to me, so close I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in “good Robbie boy, I like games too, wanna play the 15 minute game with me?”, he kissed my cheek as I softly asked “what’s the 15 minute game?”, he chuckled pinching my nipple through my Fred Perry t-shirt “if you come with Daddy I’ll show you” and right then and there in the street I spunked my briefs

When I was still a teen I met a black man downtown. He was a bit rough and stalky, in his 40s. He asked me to come with him if I liked to smoke. I figured he meant weed and followed him down a dark alley and sat next to him on some stairs. He puts a glass pipe to my lips, lights it and tells me to hit it. After I took a big hit and he tells me to hold it in as long as I can. Even though it tasted funny I did what he said then blew it out. I felt something strange come over me, it felt real good. He told me it was crack then gave me another hit, and was hooked. I asked him for another hit and he told me to come with with him for some more. Without question I went with him deep in the hood. He took me to a dark room in an old abandoned house and barricaded us in. He lit a candle and we smoked some more rock. He gave me some kinda pill to take then he told me to strip naked. He made me hand him my clothes and lay face down on a blanket in the middle of the room. After he hid my cloths I was totally vulnerable and realized my wallet and stuff were still in my pockets. He told me I'd get them back later on as he knelt behind me feeling my butt. I hear him unbuckle his pants and pull his zipper down. I knew what was fixing to happen but I was so high too under his influence, I just submitted to him. He spits and lubes the head of his black cock as he blows out the candle. He spreads my buns, feeling my little hole he says "dang boy you's so tight it's gonna feel good tearin' it up." He puts some spit on my hole then I feel his rock hard cock pressing into my tight bud. I felt a sharp pain as his slippery head popped into my hole I told him it hurt. "Naw, it feels good, I ain't stopping. You might as well bite that blanket till you get used to it." I did as he told me and he started working his cock deeper in me. I laid my head down right on top of something that felt a used rubber. I realized he was fucking me raw and it was too late to stop it. His thrusts got stronger the deeper he got, but as the pill kicked in the pain got dulled. "boy this ass so good, i'm about to nut." He pounds away for a few more minutes then I feel him cum in my ass. I thought he was going to stop but he kept on fucking me. His nut lubed my hole good and he easily got his black cock all the way in. He pauses to whisper in my ear, "this ass mine now. you feel that big black dick?" He starts fucking my ass real good and I passed out from the pill. When I woke up I was still getting fucked and my ass was raw and hurting. I tried to look behind me but a hand pushed my head back down, and a strange voice says keep yo head down. I was being fucked by another black guy with an even bigger dick, I bit down on the blanket. "That's right boy, you know who the man is now. Take that big black dick." As he fucked me he whispers directly in my ear "You know it feel good, you love it." His words put me in his trance, "yes, sir" He starts long dicking me and nuts deep in me.

Its Sunday afternoon , my usual day to buy groceries up at Brookshires. Its a warm day and as usual I have on a pair of shorts , commando of course and a T shirt. I arrive at Brookshires , walk in and get my cart and off I go to the isles .. as I'm shopping I run into an old gay contact. His name is Mac. He's my height but heavier with a big fat cock about 7 1/2 inches with a slight curve. I remember it well because I sucked it off twice. We had some small talk and he tells me the news he is now poz but on meds and undetectable . He said he needed to use the bathroom while we were talking and I said I needed to go too.. I really wanted to see his big cock , I believe he had the same intentions .. We both walk into the bathroom and its empty. We belly up to the stalls and pull our cocks out.. I looked at his big cock as it was pissing and started getting hard.. Mac asks " you wanna suck my poz cock?" I said "why not ! " We went into the handicap stall.. I dropped my shorts when we stepped in.. My cock was already hard. Just so happened he was also commando and dropped his shorts.. His big cock was hard and standing tall !.. we started rubbing our cocks together. Mac pulled me close and we started kissing deep. I rubbed his hard cock as we made out.. I soon went to my knees and started sucking Mac's big poz cock. MMMMM is was really good. I just love sucking a big dick like a whore bottom boy. Mac held my head and started face fucking me .. I soon tasted his slick precum as it hit my tongue .. Mac's says " you should come on over to my house." I agreed.. We quickly put our pants up and finished up our grocery shopping.. I was soon at Mac's door. He let me in.. He had on a bathrobe with his cock hanging out the front.. I love that.. i wasted no time and I grabbed his cock as we quickly started making out again.. I unbutton my shorts drop and they drop off reveling my hard cock.. Mac is rubbing and squeezing my ass with both his hands while I'm rubbing his big dick.. We soon head for the bedroom.. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt off.. I'm now naked with a throbbing hard on... Mac sets his robe on the chair .. Mac walks toward me , his cock was standing tall , mmm it looked so hot.. He gets close and my legs automatically spread apart.. He pulls my legs up and gets close.. His cock was on top of mine as his rubs his cock back and forth in a fucking motion .. his big cock looked so hot on top of mine . Soon he guides it down to my boy hole.. He says " you ready to take my poz cock?" What could I say at this point, I said " yeah , fuck me with your big poz cock" Mac says " yeah , you like that big poz cock !" Mac continued to rub his big cockhead back and forth across my boy hole.. His precum was making it slick .. Mac says as he slips the head in " mmm take it !" It felt so good as I love cock head slipping in and out . I was hungry to have his big poz cock up my ass.. Mac kept working his cock deeper and deeper up my ass till he was balls deep..He then fucked me deep with long strokes keeping the pressure on my ass.. My cock was hard as he fucked me good and deep.. Mac says " you want that hot poz load don't you boy?" I said "yeah" in between the moans every time he drove his cock deep.. Mac says "good , cause I don't pull out ! " Mac continues to work my ass over , his precum had my ass walls all slick. Mac says ," your prostate is absorbing my poz cum , you like having your prostate pounded and massaged with my poz cock don't you boy !" I said "yes" in between the moans.. I soon had to cum as I couldn't hold it .. I stroked my cock as he fucked me , I soon shot a huge load... I moaned and moaned as I cummed while he pounded my prostate !! I must have shot a dozen squirts of cum !! Mac says " you ever taken a poz load before ? " I said " I don't think so " Mac says " mmm a virgin" Mac picks up the pace ,, I could tell he was turned on fucking my neg ass knowing he would be my first poz load" Soon Mac starts to whimper and grunt .. I could feel his cock twitching as he pulsated his poz load deep in my ass ! He pulls out and looks at his prize before he slides back in to finish his orgasm.. When he pulled out I could feel a couple streams of sperm sliding down !! Mac slowly fucks me . Mac say's "I love fucking a creamed ass!" Mac pulls my hips and drives it deep and holds it there.. Mac says " absorb that seed boy ! " Mac never lost his hard on and fucks me slowly making sure he pumps every last drop of cum in my ass ! He finally let me loose after 15 minutes ! I get up and slip my shorts on and head home.. My ass felt really good, cum fucked , stretched and pozzed.

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

The taste of a man's fresh sweat works me up like almost nothing else - be it from their pits or elsewhere.

Day 2 - Morning Shane was awoken by the gentle caressing of a hand on his arse cheek, the sensation was amazing so he lay there and continued to pretend he was asleep, just to enjoy the innocence of the moment. He wasn't aware which of the lads was feeling him up, so he slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the body of the man he was spooning and it turned out to be Richard; letting him know that Corey was the one caressing his arse. He was loving every second of it, and as Corey's touching became more and more deliberate, his fingers began probing Shane's hole. Shane noticed the touching stopped momentarily, already feeling the loss and hunger for more. His ears alive now though, as he heard Corey spit onto his fingers and of course those spit covered digits returned to Shane's hole, causing a massive smile to return to Shane's face. Corey didn't waste anytime now, getting Shane's hole slick with the spit, inserting a couple of fingers, quickly followed by a third and then a fourth. Shane began moaning with delight, there was no way he could continue to conceal the pleasure he was experiencing in his fuck hole. He gently backed up against Corey's hand, trying to get his fingers deeper inside his hungry hole; a hole that swallowed Corey's fingers inside, working in the remnants of Richards Poz load left there just hours earlier. Corey leaned in closer to Shane's ear - whispering - you like that? You like me working my lovers Poz load into your hole? You're gonna remember us, and this trip forevermore. Tell me how much you want this, you need this. Tell me you're gonna spread our gift around Australia when you go home! Tell me cunt! Shane, now so turned on by this hot young mans Poz talk, instantly begs to be Poz, confirms his absolute desire to spread their DNA amongst the masses. He moves to his side ever so slightly to kiss Corey, being careful not to dislodge Corey's fingers from his fuck hole. The decision was made for him though, as Corey removed his four fingers and without hesitation put them into Shane's mouth, telling him to taste his lovers Poz load, telling Shane to taste his very own ass juices. Shane gobbled the slime down in an instant and as he delighted in pig heaven, the normally submissive bottom boy Corey pushed his hard 6 inch cock into Shane's relaxed hole. His motion instantly met by an oh yeah, fuck me, cum in my fucking hole you hot cunt! (From Shane). Richard was now beginning to awaken, and quickly realised what was happening - wasting no time in egging his lover on - repeating over and over - cream his hole babe, give our Aussie pig toy what he wants, wreck his cunt and blow your Poz juice in his worn out hole. So turned on, Corey didn't last long, shouting take it, take my charged cum, I'm filling you up with my dirty load you fucking hot slut! Once spent, Corey ripped his cock out of Shane's slick hole and instructed Richard to fuck his load in further. Like Richard needed an invitation, he quickly flipped Shane onto his back and began to pile drive his slimy hole with his large cock. Shane's eyes were rolling back, glassy and he was literally unable to talk - his ass lips wrapped snug around Richards hot cock. Corey now sat on Shane's face, allowing Shane to rim his hole out, while he leaned forward to suck on Shane's throbbing tool. Richard works over Shane's hole with his morning wood like an expert, deep, pronounced thrusts, stimulating Shane's prostate with each thrust. It wasn't long till Shane was blowing chunks into Corey's waiting and willing mouth, without spilling a drop Corey's vacuum mouth stored Shane's entire load, and without hesitation Corey moved up to kiss his boyfriend and share Shane's load with him in an intimate moment, Shane's cum being swapped in their mouths as Corey simultaneously started tweaking Richards nipples. With the sensations of Shane's hole wrapped around his cock, Corey playing with his nips and snowballing Shane's load with his boyfriend, Richard was put into overdrive and started pumping his Poz load into Shane's willing hole, slamming in deep, after a couple of thrusts he pulls his cock out and inserts three fingers into Shane's hole, and begins roughly scratching up Shane's insides. Once rewarded with some pinkish slime on his fingers he roughly slams his cock in again and works his seed into the open wounds he just created. While Shane lay there begging him - yeah man, make it take, please make it take. Still hard as a rock in Shane's hole, Richard collapses on top of Shane and kisses him passionately as Corey joins them, creating a wonderful 3 way kiss as their heart rates begin to normalise. Having jumped straight into fucking when he woke up, Richard was busting to piss, and decided to use Shane as his receptacle - slowly but surely his piss stream began to fill Shane as their kiss continued. Shane broke that kiss to say, yeah fucking hot, fill me with your hot dirty piss. All excited, Corey begged for Shane to release the piss and cum mixture over his smooth chest and abs - a request that simply couldn't be denied - so off they went to the bathroom where Corey sat in the shower basin and enjoyed the feeling of wearing a mixture of his and his lovers Poz cum and Richards piss and it flowed from Shane's battered, bloody and puffy hole. Shane summed it all up with a simple wow, just wow and the boys started a shower and finally the process of cleaning themselves of the previous nights sexual adventures could begin..

my least favorite is when a Masculine looking Man opens his mouth and talks like a woman....

Sounds like you need to be single bro

Part 3: A Change of Perspective Feeling a bit restless, Ryan checked his phone again. No new messages. Damn. It had been over 24 hours since he left the note on Gabe's car windshield. Why was this taking so long? Ryan wondered. Over the past day, Ryan couldn't think of anything but Gabe. But, he also needed to reconcile his feelings. He decided that he just liked the idea of a big poz cock. And he wanted to howl like his roommate, Donald did the night before. I don't want to get pozzed, Ryan assured himself. He made his way into the kitchen to look for a snack - or maybe something to take his mind off recent events. And then, he saw Donald. He hadn't talked to Donald since he'd been home - and their different schedules often meant they didn't cross paths most days. Donald was a night auditor at a nearby hotel. Ryan was in college for perhaps a few years longer than one should be. "Hey," Ryan said as he made his way toward the fridge trying to act as normal as possible. "Sup bitch," Donald said walking by Ryan and slapping his ass. Ryan was stunned. Donald didn't talk like this or act like this. And there was something else different that Ryan just then noticed. "Heh .. oh .. no glasses?" Ryan asked. "Ditched them while you were up north," Donald answered, "got tired of them and got contacts instead. Ryan immediately thought of Superman and Clark Kent. Donald looked strikingly different. It wasn't just the lack of glasses. He seemed less odd without them for sure .. but Donald had a confidence he didn't have. "When did you get back?" Donald asked. "Oh .. this morning," Ryan lied. He didn't want Donald to know he heard about his chasing sexcapade. "Anything new with you?" Ryan asked. "Nahh .. same old .. picked up some extra hours at work is all," Donald unknowingly returned a lie with a lie. "And speaking of work .. I'm back to it. Later skinny ass bitch!" Donald gave Ryan another slap on the ass and made his way for the apartment door. A bit stunned, Ryan uttered "yeah , later man." Ryan didn't quite understand Donald's new strong persona. But, he had to admit, he kinda liked it. And, as if social circumstances weren't awkward enough, Ryan's phone buzzed. Oh shit, he thought, it's Gabe. The text message that followed was simple enough. "You're gonna get it." the message read. It seemed fitting. The note Ryan wrote and left on Gabe's windshield was simply enough. Ryan simply wrote "I want it." Another text messsage followed. "how do you want it?" Ryan thought for a moment, and the answer came very easily Ryan: i want it like how Donald got it. that sounded hott! Gabe: oh, u heard me pound his fuckhole huh? Ryan: yeah. i want ur big dick owning me too. Gabe: mm hmm. so u like hung guys? Ryan: fuck yeah! Gabe: why not let Donald fuck you then? Ryan paused for a moment. That wasn't an option. And although Ryan didn't know for sure, he couldn't imagine Donald's slight frame packing a big dick. Ryan: you're saying Donald is hung? Gabe: yeah. he's about as big as me. i though u two fucked around. Ryan: no. i never thought of him like that. Suddenly, Donald became a lot more interesting to Ryan. The new attitude, a big dick. Wait .. not Donald. Not odd geeky Donald. Ryan tried to dismiss the notion and focus on his goal .. Gabe. He wanted Gabe. Gabe: u know im poz right? Ryan sighed. He knew he shouldn't keep the conversation going, but felt compelled. Ryan: yeah that's cool. Gabe: are you poz? Ryan: no, i'm not. Gabe: you want to get pozzed? Ryan didn't want to think about that. He just wanted to get fucked. Ryan: I wanna feel your big dick inside me. Gabe: my big poz dick will cum inside you if I get that ass. Ryan: can I just suck it? Gabe: no. Ryan waited for more. Nothing followed. Fuck, Ryan thought. Ryan: i think ur hott af Gabe: thanks Another long pause. Ryan: i never done this before. Gabe: done what? Ryan: let a poz guy fuck me. Gabe: but u left me a note saying u wanted it right? Ryan: yeah.. i want it. bad :-/ Gabe: well, u gotta be very clear that u want my poz cum in ur ass ass. dont leave any room for doubt. Ryan stared at the screen. Why am I still talking to him? Ryan wanted to stop talking, but he couldn't ignore how much he wanted to feel Gabe inside him. He also couldn't ignore his dick hardening in his shorts. Ryan: i want you to fuck me with your poz cock. Ryan's hands were starting to tremble .. was it fear or excitement? He wasn't sure. It all felt so terribly wrong, but so undeniably compelling. Gabe: and? Ryan tried to remember what Donald said to encourage the ass pounding he overheard. Ryan: i want you to blast your poz cum deep inside my ass. Gabe: i see Ryan put the phone on the kitchen counter and quickly pulled down his shorts and started jerking. He was too turned on. Gabe can be mine, he thought. He pictured Gabe's big dick again inside his mind. And then imagined little Donald getting fucked while Donald's big dick swung back and forth as Gabe pounded him. I want that, Ryan thought. He picked his phone back up. Ryan: how many times have u and donald fucked? Gabe: idk ..15-20 times i guess now. we started a couple weeks back. Ryan couldn't believe it. Donald was a player. Maybe it's true. It's the quiet ones you gotta look out for. Gabe: but i only fucked him for the first time the other night. Ryan: huh? donald isn't a top. Gabe: could have fooled me. he pounds ass like a pro if u ask me. The fact was that Ryan didn't know. He just assumed that little Donald must be a bottom. Little Donald, Ryan though, I guess he's not so little either. Ryan: then why did he let u fuck him? Gabe: he wants to get pozzed so he can enjoy converting little neg bitches too Ryan thought about the playful slap Donald just gave him minutes ago. And it made him even harder now. I bet he wants to poz my ass too, Ryan thought to himself. Ryan: that sounds hott Gabe: yeah. nothing hotter than pozzing a neg boy's hole. except maybe for when u get it. and ur gonna get it. Ryan's heart was pounding so hard, he thought it might jump out of his chest. He wasn't even touching his dick and his dick was involuntarily twitching up. Despite trembling hands, Ryan managed to tap out the message: poz my ass! i want u to pound me just like u did donald. fuck me like a little chaser bitch Gabe: i shoot big loads. ur ass is gonna get filled. Ryan quickly texted back and hoped he was using the right verbiage " hell yeah! shoot ur viral load deep into me." Gabe: ur ass is gonna be my poz cum receptacle. Ryan placed the phone down on the counter again. He started jacking again with his eyes closed. His phone blinged again. Gabe: i only live a couple of blocks away. u want it now? Ryan read the message. He knew that he had a big decision to make. A BIG decision, he mused to himself thinking about Gabe's big dick again.

this is the story of how i became a bottom bitch for the city's best BBC escort PART 1 His name was Tom. We met right after he moved here, he wasn't in the trade at the time. young, actually; he was 19 and I was 23. I was a tall, thin, hung, vers guy at the time. 6'4" 190, with a very thick 8" uncut cock that got a lot of attention. Of course, I suspected his black dick was even bigger. Our first few meetings were just awkward casual stuff, making out here and there, nothing serious. That changed though, one night, when he invited me over to his new apartment. I didn't really know what to expect, but given how hot he was, I was never going to turn him down. Black guys in my town were very rare, and he was 6'1", 200lb, built and packing a 9" uncut thick piece I'd only begun to play with. I knew I wanted him, I just didn't know how badly. At any rate, he told me to head to his place that night, and I obeyed. When I got there, he was chilling on his couch, smoking a joint and watching some bareback porn. I immediately noticed the glass pipe and a small bag of crystal on his table; i'd done the stuff only once before, and I ended up getting raped all night by a guy I'd never seen again - but it was one of the best nights of my life, all the same. I sat down next to him. "You smoke t?" he asked, caressing my thigh. "Done it before, never smoked it though." "You'll like it." he said, as he reached for the pipe and lit it. He took a huge toke, winked at me, and tugged at my shirt. I exhaled as I fell into him, and we kissed gently as he blew the smoke back into my lungs. "See? Have some more." He passed me the pipe, and torched the chamber for me, as I sucked it back, several times more. I sat back, as he did the same. All of a sudden, my body was buzzing; my ass was tingling; my cock shriveled into my balls. As he finished toking, I took off my shirt. "That's better. Make yourself comfortable." He put down the pipe on the table, and sat back down on the couch. All of a sudden, I noticed that his cock was hanging out of the top of his sweatpants, half hard and drooling from the tip. I couldn't stop staring at it. I was transfixed - it was so big, so beautiful, a real man's dick, and I wanted it. Bad. "You like that big black dick, don't you? Why don't you show me how much you like it?" He grabbed my wrist, and drew my hand right onto his dribbling, half-hard member. I grabbed on like my life depended on it and started stroking it. "Show me how much you like that dick, boy." I fell off the couch to my knees, and started sucking on his dick. I couldn't wait to see it erect, it was already huge in my hand, i knew it would be choking my throat in no time. "Yeah, suck that dick, show me how bad you want it." His dick was still semi-hard so I could take it to his balls, but with every stroke it was stiffening, and hitting the back of my throat. "Look at me while you suck my dick." I realized I'd basically tuned out, eyes closed. I looked up. His eyes were locked on mine. It was a completely different person than I'd known before we smoked up. He stroked through my hair, and then grabbed it firmly. "Look at me while you suck my dick," he told me, staring right at me. "I promise," I babbled between strokes, unable to resist. I kept going down on him, eyes locked on his - and his cock just kept getting bigger, and bigger - i couldn't take it anymore. "Good boy. I love watching those sweet white lips on my nigger meat." He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me. "Those lips on my cock head, that's what really gets me off. It's so sensitive - I want you to work that head for me, okay babe?" I nodded, and he pushed me right back down into his crotch. As I engulfed his cockhead with my lips, he kept stroking through my hair and staring right into my eyes. With every moan his cock got harder and harder, until it was an enormous 9" wrist-thick piece of big black meat. "Look how hard you got me, boy. What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" He pulled me up by my hair again, and reached around to finger my hole. I moaned. "What do you want me to do with this nigger meat?" he repeated. "I want you..." I whispered. My grip tightened around his now rock-hard, 9x7 uncut member. "WHAT?" "I want you." I said, a little louder. "You want me to WHAT, boy?" "I want you to fuck me." "You want me to fuck this little white hole do you?" he asked as his finger slipped inside me, and I groaned. "Yeah, it looks like you want some nigger meat in this white boy hole of yours." A second finger pushed its way in. "You want me to fuck this white boy pussy?" His fingers were pushing deeper and deeper, and I was losing control. "Tell me." He pulled out completely. "What do you want?" "I want you tu fuck my white boy pussy." I said, surprising even myself. He rubbed the fingers he'd pulled out of my ass against my lips. "Get on the bed and spread your legs, I want to eat that hole before I fuck it." He slapped my ass and pushed me off the couch in the diretion of the bedroom. Obviously, I didn't need any further encouragement - all I could think about was his throbbling, droooling, massive cock. I basically leapt onto the bed into the doggy position, legs spread wide. "That is a nice ass you have there, boy. Now you hold still." He grabbed my ass cheeks and groped them, then spread them, and started licking my hole. I lost my mind immediately; the combination of the foreplay and the tina send me completely over the edge. The more he ate my hole the more I needed him, as his tongue drove deeper and deeper into me. It was the most overwhelming rimming I'd ever received. It didn't last long, as he could clearly sense how hungry I was. "That is some nice white boy butt you have there, boy," he whispered in my ear, as he slipped his thumb back into my asshole. "Are you going to let me fuck it?" "Yes, please, please fuck my white boy hole!" I nearly shouted, as his thumb rubbed against my prostate, and my shrunken cock dribbled precum. He added another two fingers to his assault of my ass, pushing deeper, making me moan louder and louder. Then, with three fingers up my ass, he wrapped his other arm around my waist and pulled me back towards him, sitting me up on the bed. "I will. First, smoke a little more, okay?" He wiggled his fingers inside of me as he stared into my eyes. Then with his spare hand he picked up the pipe from the bedside and passed it to me along with a lighter. "I want to see you take three big tokes, and then I'll fuck this white boy pussy." He thumbed my prostate again and I groaned. I held the pipe as he lit the torch. One. Two. Three. He stared at me through every one, massaging my ass with his fingers. There was no escape. With every breath I was losing control more and more. "Good boy. Hold still, I need some too..." he pulled his hand out of my ass, and the feeling of emptiness was overwhelming. "Oh no please don't-" I squealed. "You want to get fucked, don't you? Now shut up and spread your hole again while I get ready to fuck you." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up and kissed me, and then threw me back down onto the bed. "On your knees again, I want to see that hole," he demanded, as he lit the freshly-loaded pipe. I got back up into the doggy position, with my legs spread again. Now that my ass was lubed and fingered it was cold as hell, as well as tingling with hunger to be filled. I was intensely embarassed by my cold, wet rosebud being exposed to the world but knew I had no choice whatsoever. I heard him put the pipe down on the table, and then heard a slapping noise, which was him fastening a cockring to his giant 9" cock and big black balls. "Does that white hole want to get fucked?" he asked. I moaned. "You want some nigger meat in that white boy hole don't you?" I moaned again. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it in you." "I want you to fuck my boy hole," I whimpered, and his hands slid along my hips. His cock slipped through my asscrack, and then rubbed back and forth against my hole. "Tell me you want this nigger meat in your white boy hole," he said, breathing on my neck, his massive, throbbing cockhead pressing, ever so gently but firmly, against my asshole, threatening to enter, but not quite. "Beg for this nigger meat, or you're not getting fucked tonight." "Please, please, fuck my white boy hole, fuck it with your nigger meat, I need your nigger meat in me please, please, pleasssseeee..." I didn't have to fake my petulant tone as the threat of not getting fucked at all, with my ass already wet with anticipation, my whole body shaking with desire, had sent me into complete overdrive. Amd as I kept shouting please, please, please, he thrusted his whole nine inches balls deep into me in one swift, brutal stroke. I froze in ecstasy, as he nibbled my neck as his balls slapped against mine. "Oh am I ever going to fuck this hole of urs. Why didn't you tell me you had such a sweet little pussy, boy." He pulled his dick out to the tip and thrust it right back to the balls. "You white boys have the nicest pussy, and it loves getting fucked by nigger meat don't it?" He continued thrusting into me, over and over. I couldn't even speak, the pleasure was overwhelming. He drove his cock to the hilt, and grabbed my wrist. "Why are you jerking yourself?" his deep voice whispered into my ear again. I didn't even realise I had been furiously masturbating my limp dick since he'd begun fucking me. "That little boy dick isn't going to get hard tonight. You're a white boy pussy, that dick ain't good for nothing. Do you want to get fucked or not?" "Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me, please...." "Good boy," he grabbed both of my wrists and shoved me down onto my stomach, and started thrusting his cock into my ass over and over. "A pussy boy like you doesn't touch his dick. Not if he wants to get fucked. All you need to worry about is how you're going to take this nigger meat, understand? My cock is the only one you're going to think about." I swear i could feel his dick harden even more and push deeper and deeper into my ass. "Tell me, pussy boy, that you won't touch yourself again." "I'm your pussy boy and I won't touch myself again I just want you to fuck me with your nigger meat please please keep fucking me with your nigger meat that's all I want..." He moaned, and shoved me down and doubled his pace of thrusting. "Good. If you need something to do with those soft white boy hands of yours, play with my nipples or my balls, keep your back arched... or smoke some more tina like the slut you are." he suddenly lifted me up and thrust the pipe into my face. "Breathe in, slut." He pushed his dick in to the balls again, and I could feel it throb it was so hard - was he ever getting off on this. So was I. I sucked in deeply. "See? No need to fight it, you have such a hot ass, it deserves dick in it." He took the pipe from me and inhaled a few times himself; each time I could feel his dick harden and heat up, like a threat, or a promise. He dropped the pipe over the bed and grabbed me tightly again. "I thought your white boy ass was going to turn out to be a bit of a slut, but I had no idea what a pussy little bitch you'd turn out to be," he roared at me, as he drilled my ass from behind over and over. He pulled out suddenly to fip me onto my back, and I instincively pulled my legs into my air and he slid his massive cock right back into my ass and continued fucking me. "Turns out you're a born pussy boy, aren't you. Look at this little pussy dick." On my back, there was no hiding my normally 8" dick shriveled to the size of a peanut. He stroked it idly, as if it were funny to him. "This is the last time I ever touch your dick, bitch. Understand? I don't ever want to see it again. All I want is this sweet white boy hole wrapped around my nigger meat. Deal?" He gripped my tiny, soft dick tighter, and picked up the pace of his fucking. "Deal!!" I moaned. "So you're not going to tuch your little boy dick ever again around me? Because you want this nigger meat in your pussy so bad?" "Yes I promise I'll never touch it again I just want you to fuck my white boy pussy!" as this spurted out of my mouth to my own surprise, he grabbed both of my legs and shoved me flat into the bed to fuck me even deeper. "Oh boy, you really are a bitch aren't you. This white ass is just desperate for big black cock. Why didn't you tell me you were such a slut?" He suddenly pulled out of me, and flipped me back onto my knees, and thrust three fingers deep into my hole. "Hahaha, look at you, you're not even going to budge as long as I'm in that pathetic little pussy of yours." He kept fingering my hole and it was true; I couldn't move, it was too fantastic. "You're completely addicted to nigger meat, and I'm going to show you what that means. You're mine now, boy, and I am not letting you go. This pussy is too sweet." I moaned and moaned as he continued fingering my ass. Little did I know what his other hand was up to. "Hold still." His hand withdrew, and I groaned - "HOLD STILL I SAID!" and I didn't dare budge. "A slut hole like this deserves a treat," he whispered. I could feel his cockhead return to my hole, rubbing against it again, this time with a warm tingling sensation. And with one fluid motion he was buried in my ass again, but this time with it came an enormous burning and then an overwhelming pleasure. He'd covered his massive erection in meth and was pounding it into my asshole - and now he was in complete control. Before I could even adjust to the overwhelming sensations he resumed fucking me silly. "What a slutty white boy you are, letting ur ass get booty bumped by nigger meat, what were you thinking? " he boomed, hammering my ass over and over, grabbing my hips tightly, pushing deeper and deeper into my ass than ever before, the meth setting it all on fire with need. "You can't say no to big black dick like this, can you? This pussy is all mine now." "ohhhhhhhhhh" I whimpered, the only word I could muster through the sensory overload. His cock driving the booty bump back and forth into my ass was only making him stiffer and stiffer, and I could barely understand anything beyond the massive black cock that was filling my insides with pleasure. "I'm going to fuck this sweet white boy pussy of yours all night long." He pulled his cock out to the head, and slapped each of my cheeks, and then thrust it back in to the balls. "But you want me to fuck you all night long, don't you boy?" "....yesssss....." I moaned, struggling not to black out. "Yeah? You want your white boy hole bred by this nigger meat don't you? Your boy pussy likes being filled up doesn't it?" My tiny boy cock was frantically spurting precum as he told me exactly what I already knew. There was nothing I wanted more than this god of a man to keep fucking me. "And you're not going to touch that little white boy dick either, are you?" He laughed, and flicked my soft dick with his finger. He pulled his dick out entirely and slapped me across the face to get a response. I nodded frantically and licked hungrily at his nipples. "Yes, I just want to be your boy pussy, I want you to fuck me all night, I want you to breed my hole, please keep fucking me, please, please, please!!" As I submitted completely he rammed his rock-hard cock back into me, drilling me over and over as I screamed nonsense, as his dick kept stroking me deeper and deeper. "GOOD BOY." He locked eyes with me again, and continued fucking me with long, steady strokes from head to balls of his fat 9" cock. "I am going to breed this hole. Repeatedly. As long as you keep being such a well behaved little bitch, you are going to get this dick in you. And that's what you need isn't it?" He pulled out his dick to spit on my hole, and started circling his cockhead around it. "You're addicted to nigger meat now aren't you." "YES YES I'M ADDICTED I NEED IT IN ME PLEASE PUT IT BACK KEEP FUCKING ME I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG AND BREED MY WHITE HOLE OVER AND OVER" I was thrashing around, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He grabbed me by the throat and drew me to him. His eyes locked onto mine again, dead serious. His cockhead slipped into my hole, just barely. "This is what you are now. A pussy full of nigger meat. What a lucky boy you are. Lots of bitches want this cock, but I picked your pussy to fill up tonight. " I just nodded, as his steel-hard cock slipped back into me. He smiled, and began fucking me relentlessly. "Let's see how many loads I can leave in this hole for you... here comes number one!" He kept fucking me harder and harder. He started groping me frantically, as his cock swelled within me. He lifted me up entirely, and threw me on top of him, and began slamming my ass from below. I started cumming from him fucking me, my tiny boy dick spurting jizz onto his chest. He grinned, slammed his big black cock as deep as it'd go in me, and shot his massive load deep into my guts. I crumpled on top of him, and he kissed me on my neck. "Stay here with me, boy, and I will keep that pussy feeling good." I did. We fucked for another eight hours. He had three more major orgasms, but who knows how many loads he left in my ass. He fucked a few loads out of me as well, without touching my cock of course. We finished well after dawn. When he finally let me go home, he left me with instructions. Keep all his cum in my ass as long as possible, When I came back, I had to wear a jockstrap to hide my cock if I ever wanted to get fucked again. I had to stop shaving my ass crack, as he liked it hairy. And I had to show up spotlessly clean and ready to fuck all night long next time he asked, because once he started in on my ass he couldn't stop. And obviously, I had to smoke tina with him. I agreed to everything instantly. The next time couldn't come soon enough.

Chasing the Bug – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League education, and works for one of the most prestigious law firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older then me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered attorney all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the aside – or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum, was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no mater what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. So I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and so began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. So I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas so after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, so I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back off small motor boats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and one guy in particular was sitting on the edge of the back with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching to three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder, said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and hot inside and felt like it was 110 degrees, and the guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back, about 50 feet from the front door. It was fairly dark and he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “So man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want to watch you have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said, this was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like fuck as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin-skin and raw. I heard Richard say, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman, the Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming ‘FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME.” I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his pants and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. So I pulled up my shorts, said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked? “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and laid on the floor and went to sleep. Part 2 – Raw Poz Dick in St Thomas “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to our next destination St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late, and so I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me as it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out, and they drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, two old, beat up cars, and Andre parked, and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you agin. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. As our eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, and average build, with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet, and I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking wolf feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know him?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 34’s to 60’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly and warm, so natural, unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James said, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart, so take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmys several years earlier, it was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards, so James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up as he worked his drink and then away as I followed James down the hall that led to the bathrooms. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open and it looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmys is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood, and dark and juicy. I could only stare as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floor boards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and said, with a smile “So now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his hood of foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were big, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs, I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood up, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and said, “What do you want? I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “No,” I said, “I want you, I want all of you, I want all you’ve got, I want you to fuck me, please with your AIDs dick!.” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for me. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held back by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum to get my head good and spinning, I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare, my body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” As I clung to James’ biceps for dear life, he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. I let out huge breath, but was breathing fast, then just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his workout that dripped into my face, and his eyes, so I used my hands to wipe the sweat from his eyes the best I could. James smiled again and kept working my ass and now leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I want you to punch fuck me again, please, I need that, and I need your cum, please you – all of you – all of you, I need your AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!.” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. “LOLOLOL – oh, you are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever – LOL, now I am going to breed you raw, and when I fuck you know it, now get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” James began slam fucking my ass then and the sweat poured off of him. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he thrust. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “Let me hear you now, let me hear your scream, that’s it, got me so fucking hard – oh fuck yeah – fuck yeah – take me – take me – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees, lol.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs – LOLOL. We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. They were all of the older guys, appeared the younger ones had left. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but her interrupted me and said, “So as you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two bug guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over the table, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET..” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all - and above them all was the disgust. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me, disgust again. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me. That day began my life at Jimmys. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’s nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmys always have a good time. Jimmys is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ and free and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.

I decided to do something special for my boy's birthday. We planned a night of clubbing and dancing at a few of our favorite bars. I was hoping to line up some dick to share for later that evening. After work, we met at home to shower and change. I helped him clean out his asshole and rimmed him good. I squirted a heathy amount of lube up his tight pussy and fingered it in. I could have dropped my load up his hole right then and there, but I wanted him to be hungry for what was to cum. It's worth mentioning that neither me or my boy have been tested in about a year. We swore it off after discovering the joys of POZ cum and barebacking. We got to the first bar around 10, still too early for things really to be hopping. We had a few drinks, shucked off our shirts, and I dry-humped him on the dancefloor, rubbing my hard cock through my jeans against my boy's bubble butt. I knew that always got him going. We were about to collect our things and go when we ran into two friends of my mine from work, Juan, who was coincidentally the first load I took that I later found out to be POZ, and his boyfriend Mike, also POZ. I knew they had an open relationship, not unlike mine and my boy's, that included sharing our boys' holes and being open to POZ cum. Turns out that it was Mike's birthday too. Who knew? We invited them on our pub crawl. On the cab to the next bar, my boy sat in front, I was in the middle of the back seat, with the POZ couple on both sides of me. No sooner than the cab had started to move, those boys were all over me, unbuckling my jeans, and tweaking my nipples under my shirt. My boy looked jealous of all the fun crying, “Hey? What the fuck? I thought this was supposed to be my party?” I made Juan stop jerking me through my brieds so I wouldn't cum too soon, and promised to make it up to my boy later. But that didn't stop me from tongue-fucking Mike's mouth the rest of the way to the next bar. We got there around midnight and it was really jumping, one of my favorite bars, half dancefloor and half darkly-lit bar with semi-private booths. I saw one of the hottest go-go boy bartenders in town behind the bar. Doug is about 6'-0”, dark black skin, buzzed hair, and piercing grey eyes, not to mention his ripped body, shown off to great effect my the tight Calvins he was sporting. The size and shape of his basket left little to the imagination, but much to drool over. I went up to get a round of drinks and Doug charmed me with his smily flirty self. I slipped him cash and he promised to personally deliver the drinks. When I got back to our booth, I was not surprised in the least to see my boy sitting between our POZ friends, with his legs open side, jeans unbuttoned, and two hands down his pants, while he was busying himself kissing one then the other. “Mind if I interrupt,” I asked? My boy just moaned in reply. He did manage to pull himself off of Juan's tasty lips when he saw Doug walking up, balancing four double gin and tonics on a tray with one hand. Let's just say his waiterly skills were not what my boy found so impressive. Drinks were handed around and Doug leaned far over the table to give the birthday boy a kiss, a long sultry, deep, almost violent kiss, and then whispered something in his ear. I could tell he was loving every second of this attention. Doug sauntered back to the bar, we quickly downed our drinks, and Juan and Mike went to dance. I scooted over to my boy and asked what Doug had whispered to him. “Oh, he just asked if I wanted to see his tattoo later...” What tattoo, I thought? This hot piece of meat was wearing sandals and briefs and nothing else, so where and what was it? My boy got up to take a leak, so I went back to the bar to flirt with Doug some more and ask about that tattoo. Doug was checking out some college kid's fake ID when I got to the bar, but the kid was cute, so he made him a drink anyway. Ah, the corruption of youth. Doug winked at me and then asked if there was anything he could do for me. I asked if I could see his tattoo. He grinned from ear to ear and pulled down his briefs. Around the base of his huge stunning chocolaty well-groomed cock and balls was a biohazard tatt, barely visible against his dark skin. He covered up and then asked if he could show it to me again later. I let him know it was Mike's birthday too, and we made plans to meet up as soon as his shift was over and have a little private party back at our place. I gave him directions and asked him to give us a few minutes to get home and settled. After several more rounds of drinks, and some anonymous blue and pink pills, we couples piled into a taxi. I asked my boy if he had had a good party, and he frowned. “I was hoping to have some cock lined up for tonight. I've got a prelubed hole gone to waste. Shit, and I forgot to leave the bar without seeing Doug's tattoo.” I promised my boy that the party was only just beginning and we had a long night ahead of us. Juan and Mike were too busy missing out to hear anything. When we got home, I turned on some music, and headed to the kitchen to make another round of cocktails. When I came back with the drinks, all of the boys had their shirts off and were exploring each others' bodies with hands and tongues. I shimmied out of my shirt and was about to drop trou when there was a knock at the door. Oh shit, I thought, must be a neighbor coming to complain about the noise. I was happily surprised when Doug was standing there, with a bouquet of roses. I invited him in, and he presented half of the roses to my boy and the other half to Mike. They both thanked him by shoving his tongue down Doug's throat and feeling him up. Doug asked the birthday boys if he could give them a special show. They both drooled with excitement as Juan and I settled down onto the sofa. Doug started to strip until he was back down to his briefs, only now there was a translucent wet spot at the tip of his hardening cock. Mike and my boy got down on their knees and leaned forward, taking turns working Doug's growing cock through the cloth. It didn't take long for Doug's dick to shoot out over the elastic waist. My boy took the opportunity to start sucking on his plum-sized cockhead. Doug worked Mike's pants off and boy boy shimmied out his. Mike pulled down Doug's briefs and went to work on his balls; only then did he notice Doug's tatt. “Oh yeah! There's something extra special in this sauce, isn't there?” Doug just grinned. Facing us, Doug leaned forward and worked his hands into their undies. He took both hands, swirled them around his dick, getting them shiny and wet with his precum and my boy's spit, and began fingering their holes. Juan leaned forward and ripped off Mike's briefs, and I did the same for my boy. Juan and I were trying to kiss, but were too distracted by the live POZ sex show going on just inches from our faces. Doug spun our boys around so they were now facing us, demanding that they get our jeans off and show us some appreciation. They went to work undressing us and started gobbling our cocks. I grinned at Juan, got up, and switched places with him, so now my boy was blowing him while his boy was blowing me, all the while, their asses being toyed with by a ripped black POZ go-go boy. Doug lapped at my boy's hole, then Mike's hole, back and forth until they were both ready. He plunged bare into my boy's quivering hole all the way to the balls. After a few strokes, he did the same for Mike. They were both squealing with delight. I had never seen a POZ black dick stretch my boy's hole, and it got me so close to cumming that I had to pull Mike's mouth off. I scooted underneath so I could suck his dick and finger my own hole with some of Mike's POZ precum, and watch Doug's assail more closely. Juan matched my position and started deep-throating my boy's dangling cock. Doug couldn't hold back much longer and started to cum in Mike's hole, but pulled on and shot the rest on his back. With both hands, he scooped up as much as he could and fingered it into the boy's gaping sloppy holes, open and stretched after their pounding. Mike shot buckets into my hungry mouth, with such force that much of it went straight down my throat. My boy came shortly later all over Juan's face. I wiped it up, lubed up my dick with my boy's load, and spit Mike's load on Juan's dick. Juan leaned over and spread his boys asscheeks for me as I entered Mike's ass. I was obliged to return the favor and spread my boy open wide for him to use and abuse. I savored every inch of Mike's sloppy hole, so filled with a mix of Doug's cum, and my boy's cum as lube on my dick that I could hear a squelching sound. Knowing what toxic goo I was working deeper into his pussy got me off quick. It was only a matter of minutes until I added my own spooge to the mix. Juan must have felt the same way, cumming only seconds after me and breeding my boy with his own toxic cum. Covered in sweat, I shared a passionate kiss with Juan before pulling out of his boyfriend's sloppy cunt and started rimming my own birthday boy's ass. I fingered some of his loads out, tongued out some more, and lapped up the foam around his hairy hole. With a full mouth, I kissed my boy hard, sharing so much cum that it dripped all over both of our faces. In our cumfest, we hadn't even realized that Doug had left the party. I found scrawled on a note on the table by the door from him: Happy Birthday boyz. Hope you like your gifts. Here's a number ***-***-**** to call when you're all ready for your own tatts. I can get you a deal. Love, Doug.

Does anyone else enjoy having anonymous sex in Hotels? I travel for work and stay in multiple cities during the week. I love leaving the door slightly open to my room and going on craigslist to post an ad. I get on the bed in doggie style position with my legs spead wide and within two hours I start getting hard cock in my mouth and hole. The best time I had was in El paso,TX. I had three guys at the same time all taking turns on my ass and mouth. I even got double penetrated while I was gagging on cock. This went on for well over an hour. By the time they finished with me my hole was gapping sore and I was happy.

I need to talk with ppl. I had a diagnosis last month. Still waiting on test results to find out viral load and CD4 count. In the meantime I've read up a lot about HIV treatment But I'm struggling with the social / disclosure / normal life aspect. If anyone can talk to me - I appreciate any support or advice I haven't felt well for weeks Please

I had been told on a handful of occasions throughout my stay in New York City about a bar known as The Eagle in the Chelsea are of Manhattan. "You've got to go to The Eagle" "You'll get what you want in The Eagle" "You've never been to The Eagle?" and so on. I was told it was a leather bar. Which at first put me off going, I'm not exactly a gay scene member. I'm a pretty regular bisexual guy who's interested in the world of kink without being a regular participant. Besides the only leather I had with me were a pair of regular boots. The idea I had in mind was leather ass-less chaps with a hardness and gay policeman's hat. I wasn't about to dress up as a member of the village people just to get into a club. After I was enlightened to what the place was actually like, I thought it was worth going. "Maybe on a quiet night" I thought, that way I wouldn't be bombarded with too much to process and I'd be more comfortable sat at the bar. I decided to go on a Monday. If I had checked their website in advanced I would have found out that Monday was actually foot fetish night. Now I'm pretty neutral when it comes to this fetish but if I had of know I probably would've went on another night. I head to the bar which opened at 9pm and made my way upstairs. On the quiet nights only the upstairs section of the three storey bar was open. I was greeted by a shirtless barman who looked like Chuck Lidell(ufc fighter) and ordered a drink. He was friendly and welcoming and very open from the get go, he explained to me why there was foot fetish videos on the TV screen, and two guys tickling each other in the corner. I felt a little embarrassed, he asked me about my type as he saw that none of the 9 patrons were talking to me. I told him I was into older guys. "You'd like my friend Kurt, he might be here later" "Cool" I thought. I observed as the barman played cupid with people sitting at the bar, those he knew previously and those he just met. He seemed to enjoy this, but was in no way forced like the barman at Stonewall. He was a really cool barman, didn't pretend to like anyone he didn't like but wasn't rude either. If he wasn't a bottom I'd be very keen to let him fuck me. I wasn't his type anyway, he was more into Latin guys. Speaking of which. A midget parks himself next to me on a stool at the bar. Is midget correct term? Dwarf maybe? Anyway he was about 4 feet tall, Latino, very confident. He immediately struck up a conversation with me. I was the only Irish guy he had ever met. We made some small talk and for whatever reason he wanted to show me some leather harness he bought. He had a picture on his phone. As he flicked through the pics of this unimpressive harness, in a very obviously deliberate move he "accidentally" brought up a picture of his dick(which to be honest was impressive given his size) "Oops, I didn't mean to show you that.....what do ya think?" "Very impressive" I answered smiling. I for just a second contemplated having sex with this guy, just so I could say I was fucked by a midget(dwarf ) however he was being a little overbearing and I soon became uninterested. He got up to use to toilet and never came back. In his place, sat an older black guy who worked just down the street and was just popping in for an after-work drink. He was friendly and interesting and we seemed to be getting on. "Can I swap shoe with you?" "What?!" This was an odd request. Then I remembered where I was. "Just for a few minutes" I hesitantly obliged, it seemed to give him a lot of pleasure. A German man in full leather(pants, boots, and harness) sat beside me, he had a strong BO. Not a bad smell, but a strong smell of sweat, quite nice actually. He joined in on our conversation and filled me with compliments. He leaned in for a kiss, as we were kissing a felt a hand slide down the back of my jeans and grab my ass. I thought it was the German but it was the black guy, I guess he wanted a feel. He then pulls me in for a kiss. The German shoves both his hands up my shirt and feels his way around. "You taste great" says the black guy. His hand sliding further down to the point where I'm sitting on it. His finger pushes into my hole. We all go in for a triple kiss, I'm getting horny. "Come with me" says the German. and takes me by the hand to the toilets. For whatever reason the black dude didn't follow us. Inside the toilets were two older leather guys, one taking a piss into the other guy's glass. He then taps his dick on the rim of the glass making sure every last drop had gone in. Without hesitation, the leather sub knocks back the entire glass of piss. "You find that horny" enquired the German. "Yeah it's hot" I replied. He pulled me into a cubical and shut the door. "Get down" I squat in front of his leather pants in the piss soaked cubical. He pulls out a bottle of poppers and takes a huff. He then feeds me some. The club music begins to pound heavier as does my heartbeat. He pulls out a semi erect penis with a large Prince Albert through the head I place it in my mouth and taste the metal. He pushes his semi soft cock down the back of my throat with gentle thrusts. The feeling of the metal sliding down my throat is new to me and very pleasurable. I take it down and swallow, massaging the head with each gulp. His crotch smells as good and strong as the rest of him, and the high from the poppers heighten this. I feel his cock harden with my lips. He puts the bottle under my nose again "Breath deep" I get nice and light headed, he begins to fuck my throat as he sniffs back the poppers. I see people in the corner of my eye looking in. It gets me going. I start to gag on his cock as he fucks harder and harder, I sense he is close to blowing his load down my throat. I pull back but he pushes my head against the cubical wall so I have nowhere to go. He fills my mouth with his cum, it tastes great. "Open" I open to show him his load. He spits in my mouth and slaps me on the cheek, I swallow it all down. As we leave the cubical and old man grabs me by the arm "I was watching you in there. You're a dirty little boy" This was all done in a very creepy way, that made me feel kind of intimidated, he was really grabbing my arm tight. "Let go of him" said the German guy. and he brought me back to my seat. As I got back to my seat I was scolded by the barman. "You should've let me know you were going to the bathroom, here I held your drink. Next time tell me. Anybody could've put something in there" Oops. I was very impressed that he cared enough to hold my drink and give me a lecture. Luckily(or unluckily depending on your fantasy) I wasn't spiked. "Anyway, Kurt is here, he's at the end of the bar" I excuse myself and head down to see Kurt. He's about 6 feet tall. Wearing jeans large black boots and a sleeveless shirt. He had a bald head and a goatee. Fitting my type(or one of my types) perfectly. Right away we got on great, I felt immediately comfortable around him, and his Texas charm was working wonders. We had a few drinks and he invited me back to his place. The barman looked over and said "See I told ya" he had certainly done his job as cupid well. Just as the place was filling up we decided to leave. Kurt took me to his place in Hell's Kitchen and up to the apartments rooftop. We took in the view and he offered me some weed, I accepted and he gave me a blow back from his joint. This let to a few minutes of passionate kissing. He was probably the best kisser I've ever been with(boy or girl) he knew his way around a mouth, his lips were soft and beard felt great. After a few minutes of swapping spit we moved downstairs to his bedroom. We both undress. "You've got a great ass" he remarks, I thank him. "I'd love to rape that!" "You can" I reply. I feel his body, he is in great shape. His dick is very long. I comment on the size of his penis and he tells me not to worry. "I'll go slow at first" I suck his dick for some time he loves it. Then he parks me on all fours in front of him. He taps my hole with his large dick. "Breath" I take deep breaths as he pushes his dick into me. I feel a shock and push forward, bashing my head off of the headboard. We both laugh before he gives my head a gentle kiss. He is such a cool guy it really makes me want to please him. "Lay on your back" He grabs my ankles and stretches my legs apart, he plunges his dick down in one go, it takes the breath from me but I have nowhere to go. So I take the shock, he begins to fuck. "Yeah exactly like that, fuck your boy hole" He is getting me extremely horny "Fuck me, that's so big" I tell him. "Yeah? You like me raping your ass boy?" I feels so good I can barely answer. "I can tie you up and just rape your hole all day long. If you scream I'll shove my sock in your mouth....Or maybe something else" With that he pulls out and straddles my chest. Pulls my head up by my hair and jams his cock down my throat. I gag a lot and start to drool over his cock. He then buries it back into my hole and fucks. He leans in so my legs are over my head, wraps his arms around me and tongues my mouth and he pounds my hole. This angle is extremely sexy and I can feel his dick pushing through my second ring, it feels amazing. He then turns me around and pounds me from behind, still penetrating my second ring balls deep in my ass. "Im about to cum boy" His speed picks up and I start to loose my breath. "You want my load?" "Yes Sir!" I bellow out. He shoots in me deep, balls deep right into my guts. It makes me hot how deep his dick is in me. "Your turn to cum" "That's ok" I reply, sensing that he might be tired from his machine like fucking. "No way. I'm not the only one having fun tonight" If I could marry that man I would. Where are these kind of tops in Ireland? "Come here" He places me on top on him straddling, with his large dick still in my ass. I grind it deep as I jerk on my dick. It doesn't take much wanking until I blow a huge load on his hairy chest, I collapse, sweaty and exhausted. He pulls my face towards him and makes me lick the sweat and cum from his chest. "Now that's hot" he says calmly. I fall asleep in his arms. He woke me in the morning, fucked another load into me and sent me on my way. We got to know each other before I left and met a few more times, he was one of the nicer guys I met in the states and is the kind of guy I'd do anything sexually with. Those kind of guys are hard to come by, especially at home. Makes me glad I listen to the advice and finally went to the Eagle. My first time there was a resounding success and pretty soon I became a semi regular. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it. Sorry this entry didn't come sooner. Still trying to come to terms with my recent diagnosis and events surrounding it. So some days it's hard to write about my experiences as I just don't have the energy, I may be a little depressed. Pretty soon I will report on the meeting I believe got me infected, which will be hard given that it has come to light that the guy knew he was positive and told me otherwise. But I think it's the most important part of my stay there, so it's coming up soon. Thanks for reading

I had a patient request me to recover them after surgery recently. I had recovered this particular patient a few months ago when he had surgery to place a penile implant. We had talked and flirted at that time. I had seen him and his younger bf around town a few times and we had become friendly. This day he was having a relatively minor procedure and as he woke up the flirting started again. He is a black man in his mid 60s a bit over 6’ tall and around 250 pounds. I asked him how the penile implant was working out and he told me he and his bf both loved it. His bf is in his late 30s, just under 6’ and about 200 pounds. He told me his dick got so hard now and he could cum multiple times. He asked if I wanted to see it and of course I said yes. He pushed the button in his groin and his dick slowly got bigger and bigger. His dick was long when soft but damn when it got hard it was huge. I reached over and felt it and said I know his bf loves that big black dick as I slowly stroked it. He told me he had enough big black dick for both me and his bf if I was interested. Of course I was interested. A few weeks later I went over to their place and it was not long before I had 2 big black cocks to play with. The older guy was strictly top but his bf was vers like me. The older guy watched his bf and I suck each other and then he guided my cock into his bfs hole. He then fucked my mouth while I fucked his bf. The bf and I kept switching off fucking each other all the while the older guy was telling us how hot we looked, how much he was going to fuck us. He did this thing where he would lick my cock as it went in and out of his bfs hole which was amazing. Then he lined up behind his bf and fucked him hard and rough, every stroke driving his bfs dick deeper into me. Me on my back legs wrapped around the bf while the older guy plowed away. Soon the older guy wanted to fuck me and I was glad his bf had loosened me up first because he rammed that big black dick home in one quick deep push. I saw stars for a second and then he started to really fuck my hole. I sucked his bf again and loved feeling those 2 black dicks filling me up. One of the best moments was when the older guy and I doubled fucked his bf. Feeling that hole stretch to take us both and seeing the look on his face as he took us both was incredible. We shared load after load of cum together that night. I was there for a bit over 3 hours and can say that either my cock was in one of them or one (or both) of theirs were in me for the majority of that time. I left drained and exhausted with their loads in and on me and a huge satisfied smile.

I really like this story since it sounds so much like the way my new Boi is going to be bred. Think I might have to use some of this material on him and see what he does or does not do to get his GIFT!

The whole point of going in to a darkroom is for anon sex, who cares who or what is sucking / licking or getting fucked or doing the fucking, It's dark for a reason but some darkrooms are not so dark as they should be.

I do. It's been a while now but the best was when I was working for a while in the Boston Area and was staying at a hotel in Chelmsford, MA. My room was on the ground floor, two doors away from the back entrance. That allowed guys to park behind the hotel and walk in unseen by the reception staff. I had posted an ad on Cruisingforsex. Had a lot of fun there. Sometimes with guys showing up when another one was still fucking me.

Great Story. Very hot

Judds has 2 more Uncles and 16 other men....this NEEDS to be continued!

So there I was, stark bollock naked sucking on David’s nice cock, it truly was a beautiful knob about 7.5 inches, thick, as I sucked I ran my tongue over the veiny surface eliciting words of encouragement from him, as well as ‘tick tock’ I sucked using every ‘trick’ I had, swirling my tongue, deep suction, everything, I was nervous, I had been fucked plenty of times but not by anything like him, I had tears in my eyes as I worked looking up at him as he smirked “my cock looks great in your gob boy but it will look better up your bum” and always as the minutes counted down, “tick tock 12 minutes left”, my jaws ached but I kept sucking, something in me drove me on as I knew if David fucked me it would be it would hurt, his cock seemed to grow even thicker in my mouth as he rested his hand on my head helping me to bob it up and down on his cock “seven minutes left boyo, sweet I wonder if you’ll do it?”, I held his balls, so big they barely fitted in my hands as I frantically sucked him, and all the time those words over and over again counting down “tick tock five minutes”, then “tick tock three minutes”, and then he grunted “one minute boy, that’s all you have before I get to rape your boy hole”, I sucked harder, I was literally sucking as if my life depended on it but I did not achieve my aim as his final words rang in my head as he pushed my face off his cock “tick tock, times up, now its fucking time”, I teared up, I know I did “I can do it” but he simply smiled in a cruel sarcastic way “nope son times up” I knelt on the sofa, my arse was bright red, he’d not lied about beating me, I’d been spanked so hard that I had tears and snot running down my face, as he’d dragged me over his knee I’d struggled but with that first stinging swat on my big round arse I was shocked and then with every slap of his hand on my bum I became more and more submissive under his control until I just laid over his knees my body shaking with as spank landed on my arse. Back to kneeling on the sofa, one of his big hands rested on the small of my back just above my arse, I dared not move as he shaved my arse and crack with a cut throat razor “if you move boy you’ll get cut”, the cold steel of the blade felt strangely soothing on my hot burning bum as he effectively removed my last remnants of ‘manliness’ away, he was whistling as he shaved me, a song I can’t remember but it was surreal as it was almost as if he was doing a household task rather than shaving a lads arse at least 20 years his junior. His voice had a mix of desire and pure mocking as he cleaned the shaving foam off my arse “sweet, lovely smooth boy bum, just right for Daddy”, desperately I pleaded over my shoulder with him “please let me try again, I can suck you off”, he actually sneered at me as he massaged my hard cock and balls “nope baby boy, my sweet little cub you made a deal and you lost”. He slapped my bottom again, hitting the already red raw tender flesh “so my boy you going to give it up or do I have to rape you?”, my shoulders sagged I did not want to get raped and though I was terrified my own cock was hard in his other hand as he gently massaged it, I was still looking over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting his steel blue ones, I whimpered “please don’t rape me”, he rubbed my bottom and spat on my hole “as you asked so nicely there’s some lube” I shuddered and shook my head “please Daddy, that’s not enough”, I’d called him daddy without even thinking, he smiled at me “I like you calling me Daddy”, I bit my lip looking at him “I like calling you Daddy but”, he slapped my arse making me cry out “but what son?”, I was crying, deep heart felt sobs as he rubbed his fingers up and down my crack, rubbing and feeling my hole which despite my best intentions was yearning for him to fill me, “I need more lube than that, please”, one of his fingers poked at and penetrated me pretty roughly making me yelp as he immediately started to finger fuck me “no you don’t son, and as your Daddy I know best”, and then he sniggered “I may booty bump you if you ask nicely son”, again my naivety came to the surface, showing him how inexperienced in some things I was and as he fingered me and wanked me at the same time I groaned “what’s a booty bump?”. The smile on his face reminded me somewhat of the ‘joker’ from batman “well I’ll tell you what son, I’ll show you then its time for part two of the 15 minute game”, I croaked “part two??”

I doubt anything bad happened. He looked to be young probably dipped his toes in the water so to speak then realized it was not all he had thought or had something negative happen like his parents found out so he never did anymore porn. That happens. People have this image of what it would be like to do porn so they turn 18 and make a go of it but then realize thier image was not what they had thought. I think he just did HDK though, not TIM.

"Please I need you in me, go ahead and wreck, ruin, break me. I don't care I need to be fucked." Tommy repeated it a few times and got louder each time and finally he broke and started crying. Oscar told Tommy to get ready to be fucked and destroyed and George brought the poppers to Tommy and after five good hits Oscar started to enter the boy. Tommy knew this was going to hurt bad and maybe for days but he needed that cock inside him. The poppers helped and made him want it all in him fast and he started to beg for it as he cried. "You want me to shove it all in and rip you open, boy?" "Yes give me all of your cock. Hurt me, I don't care just fuck me and ...." Oscar slammed into Tommy and the boy screamed and George told Bobby to make out with Tommy to try to quiet him. After trying several times but not able to quiet Tommy we had Bobby cover his mouth. Tommy stopped screaming but kept crying and Oscar told Bobby to move because he wanted to hear Tommy. Oscar taunted the boy as he fucked him as fast and as hard as he could. He told Tommy he asked for it and begged for it and was going to get it. Oscar had paid five hundred dollars and he was going to get his money's worth out of this boy. Normally a boy was out of commission for a week after one of his brutal fucks but Oscar loved knowing that there wasn't anyway this boy was getting a break and knew they'd slam him with a .5 once Oscar finished wrecking Tommy's boyhole. Tommy's crying turned Oscar on and he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he told Tommy to beg for his load and it would all be over. Through the pain Tommy heard and begged to be bred. Oscar started breathing harder and then pushed all the way into Tommy and held still as he shot into the boy. Oscar collapsed and stayed on top of Tommy until he felt his cock start to go down and he had Bobby bring him a big butt plug which he pushed into the bloody hole as he withdrew.

And second session with same guy! Another $200 and this time he had laptop open and broadcast it to his bf back where they live. Was hot getting paid, hot being watch, and hot that it was possibly recorded. Plus of course taking the load lol

It was finally time and I got between Tommy's legs and told him a good whoreboy needs to do two things. First find out what the top likes then second is to make sure the top is satisfied. For me I like to fuck and breed boys so you don't need to do anything but enjoy this as I pushed my cock against his asshole. "Tell me that your cherry, boyhole, innocence are all mine to take" By now the bump was making Tommy's hole hungry and he was missing Bobby's tounge. "Please take my cherry, boyhole and my innocence" As he said the last word I started sliding into his ass. Tommy was lucky that he was slammed, rimmed and bumped because I didn't stop pushing my cock into him until I was in all the way. The boy was lost in everything he was feeling and I let him enjoy it for a couple of minutes then I told him it was time to really break his cherry and I started pounding his hole hard and fast. His cock had shriveled up and I told him to look and see how his cock knew that it no longer mattered and it went to sleep. Oscar stroked Tommy's face and told him that many men liked to punish a whore boy's hole and he would soon get use to and maybe crave it. I told him that he should get use to being bred to because a good whore boy never asks a top to put on a condom and takes every load without question. Often a man will be quick to cum in you and toss you away but others will want to do other stuff so you will never be bored I told him. Oscar started to push his monster cock into Tommy's mouth so I just fucked and when I felt my seed boiling I told Tommy he was about to get his first load. Oscar stepped back to watch and I was happy to look into Tommy's eyes as I filled him with my seed. Tommy's eyes nearly rolled back as he took his first breeding and his cock got hard again and when I saw it twitch I thought the bitch was gonna cum but he didn't however he'd need to learn how if he ever wants to cum. When I pulled out of his ass it looked a mess with cum, ass juice and blood so Oscar called Bobby over to lick it clean as I walked around and showed Tommy the same was on my cock and he was going to lick it clean. Oscar saw that Tommy could get most of my cock into his mouth and throat and he told Tommy that since his monster cock was too big for Tommy's mouth he just use his boypussy. Oscar loved to scare a boy and often could make them cry before he even started but Tommy would soon learn how every boy eventually cried when Oscar used them.

There's nothing like your ass being owned by a big black cock!

i luv it when they ask after they already got a huge load swimming around inside em

I had no idea SF was so much fun..... and full of action, here in west PA guys are demanding and crude as fuck, you literally have to be perfect, with abs, ripped, and a perfect face just to get laid by a decent guy; i've had to settle many a time just because i was horny; when you go out there is tons and tons of hot guys, but when you go online it is always the least unattractive ones u meet, as the average joes and hot ones are too demanding to even want to talk to you; i used to live in Florida; and it was slightly the same way, i've had other dudes say the same thing; so i assumed it was the same all over the country

One need not look any further than Sinfuljock's pic to realize the a jockstrap is the only way to go

A jockstrap is hard to beat, I think. It just screams cumdump bottom to me.

Jock or nothing... I don't feel I look good in a jock so I always go commando. But I'm also there for my pleasure as well.. So I like access to my cock. I'll jump on the bandwagon. Thongs..... Pretty sure those went out with the leg warmers. Oh god... Am I that old that I remember leg warmers? Fuck me.....

Jock or briefs with a hole cut out where you hole is.

I don't understand thongs. Why would you wear something I have to keep moving to lick and fuck your hole?? As stated above repeatedly--jocks frame and enhance almost any ass. I do like the occasional variety--so of any kind of backless garment that covers your cock works. The torn briefs Makingwords mentioned I find very hot...

Jock or nothing. When I wear nothing I love the idea that the top can see my hardening cock (I usually get hard when fucked, not always though) to show him that his fucking my hole arouses me. When wearing a jock I love the feeling of my cock stretching the pouch. I don't get thongs. Not for fucking at least.

When finding guys online I'm really picky, but in darkrooms I don't really care at all. I guess that's just how we are.

Any time anyone is about to mount my hole and fist or fuck or even rim it, this is what they see. Now, if they have a problem with my status, they have a chance to back away and move on- otherwise, I am under the impression they have seen the bio tat, they have not been living under a rock in a very dark cave for the last 30 years, and they accept their own actions as their own responsibility- my disclosure is there for them.

I can't stop crying at night, I know I probably won't die from HIV. But I've been discriminated against my whole life and I feel like part of it is over now that HIV is a reality for me. I'm only in my 20s, but already dealt with a lot of pain by the so-called 'gay community' where I live. I'm gay (for one), asian (you won't believe how many guys turn me down or don't even talk to me on dating sites because I'm asian).. and now HIV+ . I despair and wonder what I did to deserve this; I have so much to offer and have been outcast all my life. I'm also scared about meds.

I don't like being poz, but it is what it is now, there's no going back so I embrace it. The fact that it's hard to remember to taken medication each day when you're not use to taking any is a bitch. Having people reject you for the simple fact you are poz is an even bigger bitch.

If you were in the UK, I'd be talking you into going to a "newly diagnosed" group: general recommendation is that you have a month or two by yourself to try and absorb the news (which you've had) and then start making contact with other people diagnosed at around the same time. A number of the groups in the UK are led by long term survivors. If my group facilitations skills were better (or I could get the training - the recession is hitting the UK hard) I'd be involved in leading such groups. The biggest problems I've had with HIV have been from early versions of the drugs. I know I seroconverted 34 years ago and have been in treatment for 25 years. That's a third and a quarter respectively of a century. This disease is survivable. I've watched the evolution of drugs since the very first one (AZT), through various snake oil remedies, to what's available now: yes, my present disabilty was caused by HIV drugs, but it was an incompetent doctor (always go by personal recommendation!) who ignored a 1 in 100k possibility. I haven't had an aids related illness in 6 years, when I took a drug holiday after my partner's death. It sounds a ridiculous thing to say, but medically there has never been a better time to get HIV. Find a support group (newly diagnosed for preference) and GO! Pay attention and be open about how you're feeling. I can't speak for the other poz guys here, but if you think I could help, PM me.

He seems to have left porn after doing a couple of bareback videos and that was back in the mid to late 2000's. Have not heard or seen anything on him since he was a cute boi too so i was hoping he would do more videos.

(This is a long one. Once I started writing it I couldn't stop. You'll understand why.) Part III I put the case of beers down on the couch next to him and got back down on my knees between his legs with my hands clasped behind my back. Once I was back where I belonged he reached over and took the first beer out of the pack. Using his bare hands, he flexed his huge arms for a second and the cap popped off the bottle instantly with a hiss of escaping air. He kept his eyes on my as he took the bottle to his lips and took his first swig. He washed it around his mouth as he enjoyed the first refreshing taste of his favorite drink, then finally swallowed in one gulp. “Mmm. Just how I like it.” He brought the beer up for another mouthful and quickly gulped it down. I watched his adam’s apple bob up as he drank it and let me eyes dart down from his neck to his crotch before quickly returning back to his face. He smiled again and gave a small laugh. “Looks like you can’t wait to get started, bitch.” He reached up with his free hand and wrapped it around the back of my head. I could feel the strength in his arm as he slowly pushed my willing head down into his crotch and began grinding himself against my face. “You’re lucky I am ready to get serviced. It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like making you wait for this as long as a dog like you deserves.” I took in his smell with deep breathes as I felt the heat of his hand pushing me in harder mixing with the heat coming from his rapidly hardening cock inside his jeans. I heard him take another deep draft from the bottle as he groaned with the pleasure of a satisfied man. Inside his jeans I felt the monster stirring with life as my mouth and nose were dragged back and forth over his covered cock. I could almost hear the fabric stretching and creaking like an iceberg as the heat continued to spread into his massive tool. I knew that soon the monster would be awake, and that it would begin to start making his decisions for him. He downed the rest of his beer and tossed the empty bottle on the couch next to his helmet. Moving his hand from the back of my head, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up to look me in the face. I was breathing heavily and felt another leak of precum come out in my pants. My own cock was getting uncomfortably hard inside the tight jeans, but I knew there was nothing I could do to adjust it without getting punished by him. He smiled as he saw how worked up I was becoming without being able to relieve myself. He liked seeing me in discomfort, unable to help myself as I became dedicated to servicing his needs over mine. “Looks like things are getting tight down there. We can’t have that, can we? Take off my jeans, boy. Now.” I moved my hands quickly up and unhooked the first button. As I worked, he reached over to grab another beer and repeated his display of power by easily popping off the second bottle cap. His upper body was a ripple of muscles under his tight shirt as he brought the beer to his mouth and took another drink, watching me all the while. I had a hard time focusing on his pants with that kind of display going on above me, and I knew he liked the overpowering feelings he was producing in me. Everything was going exactly as he expected. I finished with the buttons and grabbed his jeans on the sides with both hands. He slowly lifted his ass off the couch, and again I paused as I saw the muscles in his stomach clench into a display of perfection. I knew this was a man who could fuck someone’s brains out from any position he pleased for as long as he wanted. He reached over with his free hand and slapped me not so gently on the side of my head. “Hurry up, bitch!” I quickly pulled the jeans past his ass cheeks of solid muscle and down to his large quads. He settled back down on the edge of the couch and I began the difficult process of working his jeans slowly down the rest of his legs. He was wearing black boxer briefs that were working overtime to keep the massive bulge of his cock pressed against his body. I could tell that even just barely hard, they were already losing the battle. He must have had a six inch log of a dick even when he was fully soft, and things were already well past that point. I watched the mound throb as more and more blood began collected in his snake with each passing heartbeat as the restriction of his jeans had finally been removed. As I tried to move his jeans further down his legs, it seems to hit a snag every time I came across another knot of muscles. He has a perfect covering of light blond hair that went all the way down his legs, and it turned golden at times. It took me a long time to finally get those jeans down before he finally lifted his feet and let me slip them off completely. My gaze travelled up his muscular legs back to his crotch where his dick had begun to tent against the tight briefs. Again he reached out with his massive hand and forced my head back down into his thinly veiled crotch. “Put your hands back behind you and get my cock hard and wet.” The heavenly smell was almost overpowering now as my nose was mashed back up against his cock, and I used my tongue to bathe the massive ridge that was forming inside his briefs. The stink was even stronger down near his balls, which looked huge even between his massive legs. I licked up and down the fabric surrounding his shaft, drooling with desire as I tried to lick and taste as much of him as I could. He let me work myself back and forth and coax his huge cock to full mast while he slowly finished his second beer. As he tossed aside his second beer, I wasn’t sure if the viagra was starting to kick in or if he was able to get his massive dick hard so fast without it, but it worked for me regardless. I knew his huge cock would remain rock hard all night, and that he had that much less blood in his system to use for his brain. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my head up a second time to stare me in the face. I was sweating and panting from the heat of being pushed down into his crotch, surrounded by muscles and skin radiating heat. There was drool covering face all the way from my nose to the bottom of my chin, and he saw exactly what he wanted to see in my dilated eyes as I panted heavily. He knew he was in total control, and that I would do whatever he wanted immediately. Keeping hold of my head, he said, “Take off the briefs and get to work you filthy cock hound.” I reached up and dug my hands into the tight waistband of his briefs and began trying to peel back his snug briefs. They were so tight I ending up having to pull them straight down since there was no way they would stretch enough to release his massive cock without hooking on it. As I pulled them down more and more, his cock began to bend down with it like someone was pulling on the branch of a tree. His blond bush came into view, along with a blast of heat and scent as the prison door for his cock was finally being opened. I had to pause and take a long drag as I was overwhelmed by that blast of pure testosterone and sex. Still holding my head in place with one hand, he reached over with his other hand and slapped me out of my bliss. “You aren’t done yet, slut. I’m not going to tell you again.” I started pulling again and the stem of his dick was revealed sprouting out of his bush as the rest of his dick was being dragged down with the briefs. More and more of his perfect dick became visible as the briefs went lower and lower. It felt like it was taking forever to free this python from its cage as it went on and on. Finally, the pressure built up to the breaking point, and his cock snapped past his descending waistband to swing over like a falling tree and slap against his lower stomach. He kept a firm grip on my hair as I involuntarily drifted towards his freed monster. I had to stretch my arms and back to get the briefs down off his legs while he kept my head locked in place. Finally naked from the waist down, he kept holding me above his cock with both hands and began to flex it like was doing pushups. As he did this, I saw beads of precum building up on the tip of his slit, and his foreskin pulled back further and further. The huge head on top of his 10 inch dick was emerging like some kind of sped up timelapse of a growing mushroom, as more and more precum continued to collect and then drip down onto his white shirt. “Now you’re going to take all of that, bitch, and you are going to choke on it until you pass out or I finish using you.” He released my head and I quickly leaned forward and began licking the nectar from his cockhead. I engulfed his cock and then pulled it straight up so I could get it deeper in my mouth. It was straight as an arrow, and it throbbed with heat as it invaded my mouth. I could feel the softness of his skin like it was silk, and underneath that silk I felt the steel of his stem that forced its way closer and closer to the back of my mouth. As I dove down and feasted on his dick, he reached over for his third beer and again moved to pop the cap. He paused as he focused on the bottle, and had to take an extra second to move his fingers into the right position. Then, with another surge of muscles the cap flew off and joined the others. I slowly kept working my mouth deeper and deeper down his cock, trying to get my mouth accommodated to his huge girth and length. I doubt it would have been easy even if I could unhinge my jaw he was so big. My drool started to coat his sword all the way past his balls, but no matter how hard I tried his blond bush seemed unreachable. Between swigs he would reach down up with both hands and force me on his cock. He would get it right to top of my throat and I would gag as my body tried to futilely rear away, only to have my head remain locked between his powerful hands. I somehow managed to keep my hands behind my back as he did this again and again, stopping only to get another mouthful of beer. I was slowly working my way further and further down his shaft, but this monster seemed unending. As he finished his third beer, he dropped it next to the others and then again grabbed my head. Forcing my head up slightly to make me look at his eyes, my mouth still wrapped around his oozing dickhead, he said “Time to take it all bitch. I don’t care if you are ready or not.” I was already out of breath, but we both knew that nothing was going to stop him getting what he wanted now that he had made up his mind. Grabbing my ears he forced me down as far as I had been able to work and then began to push down with his hands while simultaneously lifting his waist. I could feel his dick forcing its way past all resistance like a juggernaut as he pushed his slime covered cock deeper and deeper into my throat. My nose finally sunk deep into his bush, but his dick was lodged so far down my throat I was unable to breathe. He groaned as he bottomed out his gigantic rod in its new hot and wet home, and then began flexing it inside my esophagus. “Mmm, that feels great, fuckhole. You better get used to this because I’m going to spend a lot of time parked right here this weekend.” As he held me there longer and longer, I began to feel a burning sensation building up in my lungs. Instinct caused me to start trying to pull off of his baseball bat of a cock to free up my airway for more oxygen, but I saw the muscles in his arms and chest flex and hold my head like it was in a vice. From the fixed point of my head, the rest of my body started to spasm, and my hands finally came forward and tried to grab on to the top of his giant legs. I tried to push off his body by using his legs as leverage, but underneath my hands they clumped like braided steel wire and he lunged his hips forward even more, grinding my nose flat into his brush and probing the back of my throat even deeper. He tossed his head back and groaned as I was forced to look up at this demigod of tensed muscles as his cock choked the life and resistance out of me, second by agonizing second. My legs and arms started to shake as he looked back down at me, breathing hard and swift with exhilaration as he used his body to dominate me. He felt the pure power of being able to take me to the brink, and that we both knew that there was nothing that I could do to stop him. More precum pumped down my throat as he broke down the final walls of any resistance that I had left. As my twitching got more and more feeble and my body was forced to become a tool for his whims he looked back down at me and stared into my bulging eyes and said, “I own you, slut. Never forget that I will use you for whatever gets me off, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” I stopped fighting and went limp, and he basked in my total surrender. Finally, he let go of my head and I fell like a ragdoll to the ground, gasping for air with a horrible sound. I hacked and coughed between breathes, trying to clear my throat of all the slime he had pushed in there with his cock. He laughed as I lay at his feet, and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to peel it off of his chest and over his head. Even as I lay there, I was forced to watch as he lifted his arms above his head as he finished removing his shirt. Finally revealed in his full glory, I began getting enough air inside my lungs as I looked upon this blond statue of sculpted muscle and golden skin. With his 10 inch dick jutting out straight, hard, and covered in my spit, he completed his final step of showing me how he was my better than me in all things, and that I was privileged to be used by him and his magnificent dick. As I finished coughing, my throat raw and my lungs finally heaving less for air, he swayed slightly then leaned back on the couch and grabbed his fourth beer. He attempted to open the bottle, but his hands had trouble getting a good grip on the cap. Slightly frustrated, he had to carefully place his hands and felt like it took more strength than usual to finally force the cap of the beer loose. Figuring that it was the alcohol, he took a deep draft and downed half the bottle before pulling it away from his lips. Everything was going his way this evening, and the cock slave had finally been broken in. Now was the time to get drunk and enjoy using his slave long and hard all night. Looking down at me with reddening eyes, he said “Get back to work on my dick, cocksucker. You’re going to swallow everything I give you.” I crawled back between the pillars of his legs and used my arms to steady myself on them. I took hold of his glistening cock and pulled it away from his stomach to get it back inside my aching mouth. He closed his eyes as I began to lick and bob up and down his shaft, using one hand to pump the root and the other to pull and twist on his heavy and loaded balls. He began slowly thrusting his hips up and down as finished off his fourth beer in another quick gulp and settled back to be serviced. I kept using my tongue to probe his slit and fish out his sweet precum as it continued to flow like a slow lava fountain. I alternated between bobbing up and down and then flicking his sensitive frenulum and cap. My hands began roaming up his abdomen and sliding along his washboard abs as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He groaned and continued to thrust his lower body higher and higher as I slowly took him closer and closer to heaven. I knew his body was slowly absorbing my special ingredients, and that his body was also releasing natural hormones that combined to make him more and more drowsy. After a couple minutes of steadily working him closer and closer to orgasm, I kept careful watch on him to make sure I tracked his body’s responses to my stimulation. I didn’t want him to cum yet, but he was almost exactly where I wanted him to be. As I brought him down from another slow buildup, he opened his eyes and reached for his fifth beer. Seeing how much difficulty he was having focusing on getting the bottle, I reached over and took the sixth bottle and removed the cap before putting it in his hand. He put down the unopened bottle and smiled. “Glad to see you are learning so fast. Keep it up and I’ll treat you to a reward.” I smiled on the inside as the bottle connected with his lips and he began to drink. My hands moved back to his chest and then latched onto his nipples, which caused a moan to come out around the bottle as he arched his chest forward. His body was almost completely relaxed as he lowered the bottle and rested his head back with his eyes closed. I could feel his body starting to respond to all the pinching and twisting that I was placing on all of his sensitive points as I exploited his body, and I continued to slowly suck and drink his leaking sap. After slowly finishing his fifth beer and dropping his hand to the couch, the bottle slipped out of his hand. I reached up and fondled his powerful biceps. He kept his eyes closed and had stopped thrusting his hips as the different drugs slowly built up more and more in his system. His cock remained rock hard as the Viagra and my mouth and tongue kept probing his mushroom head and urethra between my deep up and down strokes. As I edged him closer and closer, he began moaning as the sensations hitting his foggy brain overpowered any thoughts besides cumming. The strength in his body was fading fast, and I kept sucking all of his strength slowly and steadily out of his throbbing shaft as it pulsed slowly to his heartbeat. He began rolling his head as I manipulated his body to keep him flooded with pleasure, and slowly I began to work faster on his cock and twisted his nipples harder. His arms had fallen to rest on the couch, and he didn’t even try to open his eyes anymore. I took him near to the brink and then held him there while fresh precum pushed out with every throb as he moaned. I wanted to enjoy the taste of him while I could. I drank his clear sap from his slit like it was a fine wine, because I knew that this would be the last time that anyone ever tasted his pure seed again. As I swallowed more and more of his delicious precum, I felt my own sap leaking in a steady flow. I could feel my hard cock pushing down the leg of my jeans like a pipe that had sprung a leak, and the river had flowed all the way down my leg to my knee. I knew I had to finish this soon or else I would lose control, and the prey was so close to being subdued. I moved my arms to put his thighs between under my armpits, and I moved my hands up to his biceps. I stopped teasing his mushroom and dove down on his slick shaft hard, moving with increasing speed. His body, covered in sweat from being pulled, fondled, and edged, began to slowly squirm as the inevitable climax approached. I moved my hands down his arms, over the wet skin and damp hair, all the way to his wrists. I grabbed both wrists and clamped them down to the couch, holding them firm. He tried with feeble strength to move his arms and legs, but they lacked the strength to break from my iron grip. As his balls pulled up, he arched his back up and began panting with ecstasy. He was offering his cock to me like a sacrifice, a slave to his overloaded senses, and I consumed his offering. I could feel his cock begin to twitch as his cum flooded up his urethra. He thrashed on the couch like a manacled prisoner as surge after surge of his sweet, clean nectar was devoured by my mouth. I kept siphoning each thick blast, constantly working his cock as I demanded more and more. Even as he finally fell back twitching to the couch, I continued to assault his defenseless cock with my tongue and lips, drawing weaker and weaker spurts of cum. I swallowed his delicious seed, and nursed his sensitive mushroom to get as much of his juice as possible. A high pitch moan escaped from his gaping mouth as I mercilessly worked him while he tried to squirm away until the last drop of cum had been extracted from his slick staff. Finally satisfied, I lifted my head from his cock and it slapped against his stomach in defeat. Freed from the painful pleasure on his overworked cock, he went limp on the couch and took a deep shuddering breath. The drugs and alcohol combined with the massive surge of hormones released with his orgasm to push him past the point of half-awake pleasure and deep into unconsciousness. I got up slowly and took the keys to his motorcycle out of his discarded pants. I put on his shirt and drank up the smell of his musk on it. As I unlocked and opened the front door to move his motorcycle off the street and into the garage, I paused and turned around to look at back at my prey. He lay naked and limp on the couch, his head lolling to the side with a small stream of spit dripping out of his open mouth. He was covered in a pure sheen of sweat from head to toe, and his glazed cock was still laying rock hard across his stomach in surrender, lifting futilely with each beat of his heart. His blond hair was dark and wet with perspiration. His arms and legs were splayed out and motionless, completely defenseless. Even passed out, his muscles stood out with beautiful definition. I smiled as I remembered when he first came into my trap. He could never have imagined how far he would fall, and he couldn’t even comprehend how much lower I was going to take him. I closed the door behind me with a loud thud, and back in the living room he didn’t even twitch.

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

The exception that proves the rules ;-)

I voted not realy. When I tested poz it was a shock because I had only done bb a couple of one off times. Obviously it only takes one encounter but I dint think it would happen to me. Taking my tablets I find easy but its annoying. I'm healthy now but I might not be for ever. The only plus side is I get to have bareback sex with no fear from HIV, although I still worry about other bugs, infact I try to avoid people who seem too slutty. I much prefer bareback but if I could somehow magically become neg tomorrow I would happly go back to condoms.

MascMountainMan said it BEST - "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 know part of what makes me more fun is what got me poz in the first place.... I do like the freedom it gives me to have slutty guilt free sex including letting total strangers use me as a dump!! The downsides are - #1. Meds are ridiculously expensive. My BF and I each have prescription plans so we are covered 100%. IF we had an 80% co pay which most people have it would still be a huge out of pocket expenses as a 90 day supply costs us $4143 CAD. It would still be over $800 out of pocket co-pay. The point is EXPENSIVE!! #2. Having to disclose to everyone or have the bareback "debate" - You are poz you should not bareback. think of others, etc etc etc. I tell everyone upfront. I post it in my profiles. and I do not hide it. Some people chose to not chat, talk, or whatever... that is their issue not mine. better to know ahead of time than before it is too late. (Hmmmmm.... Maybe that is not a downside)