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Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

Paul was drunk. And he wanted to get fucked. There was nothing he loved more than raw cum in his ass. He'd only ever done it with boyfriends before, but tonight, single after a recent breakup, his wicked side took over, and he found himself ambling through the streets towards the local sauna. He was stunning looking, a swimmer, and his ridiculous body was accentuated by his spray on t-shirt and jeans. He stumbled into the door of the sauna. unsure of what to do next. A tiny old man behind the counter almost fainted when he saw Paul. Paul returned his stare. "Fif - fifteen dollars," the man finally said. Paul reached into his pocket, brushing his tight t-shirt up slightly as he did. The old man audibly whimpered. Paul looked at him. Covered in lesions, he looked like he should have been dead years ago. Paul hesitated for a moment, asking himself 'Should I be here?' His cock was hardening as he realised the old man was enjoying looking at him so much. 'Yes, yes I should'. He paid, and the old man gave a rather more audible whimper as Paul turned towards the entrance. Paul knew he was rubbing himself as Paul's tight ass swayed into the changing room. It was dank and dark, and the smell of piss and amyl nitrate permeated the air. Paul went to his locker, a little voice in his head telling him to leave. He ignored it, and peeled his tight t-shirt off, his ribs showing as he arched his back to remove the t-shirt. He heard a whimper, and as the shirt came over his head he saw the old man, who was shamelessly jerking off as he watched Paul change. Paul had never been as turned on in his life. He could hear the buzzer to the sauna going off. The old man turned towards the reception, hesitating a moment, but then he heard the click of Paul's belt. He turned back to see that Paul was taking his jeans down, revealing an exceptionally skimpy pair of black briefs which barely covered his ass, and as Paul bent over to pick up his shoes, the old man screamed as he shot a dirty load all over the floor, moaning orgasmic ecstasy. Paul then removed his briefs, wrapped a very skimpy towel around his waist and made his way into the depths of the sauna. The old man, meanwhile, sank against the wall, and simply watched, his mouth open, agog as the twink beauty passed from his view.

From the time I was in my teens, I began chatting online with guys in gay chat rooms. I was so curious about sex and couldn’t wait to get my cherry popped. I was always honest about my age which didn’t seem to be working out for me. However, when I was barely legal, I caught a break. On gay.com, I found a guy who surprisingly didn’t mind my age. I now realize just how risky that was—for both of us. Regardless, we set up a time to meet. He asked if I had a place and I said I didn’t but suggested the gas station bathroom. He said that would work. We decided to meet near my house (I didn’t want him to know where I lived) so I got on my bike. I don’t know if we ever exchanged names but somehow I remember his screen name to this day. He told me he would be driving a silver Jag. When he arrived, he didn’t seem to look quite like the pictures as I had remembered them (this was before I knew that is to be expected). His profile said he was 28. He was attractive, but he looked more like mid 30’s. However, I didn’t care about any of that. I just couldn’t wait to get fucked. I got in his car and we drove down the street to the gas station. He instructed me to go in to the bathroom first and he would follow behind shortly after so as not to attract attention. I was so nervous and afraid of getting caught although I had less to be nervous about than him. After what seemed like an eternity, finally he joined me in the bathroom locking the door behind him. He began to unbutton his pants and I was frozen. “Get undressed” he ordered. I did as I was told. The bathroom was gross, the floor was dirty, but I was so horny I didn’t care. After he took off his clothes, he removed his ball cap revealing his graying and balding hair. ‘28 my ass,’ I thought. After we were both naked he asked, “you got lube?” I panicked, “No?” He grinned, “It’s cool. I can use spit.” I was clearly not well prepared. “Grab that bar,” he said, pointing to the beam mounted on the wall next to the toilet. “Now bend over.” I heard him spit and turned around to see him rubbing his saliva up and down his shaft. I was so horny I thought I could cum at any second. I could feel his body heat as he got right behind me and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. “So you’re a virgin, right?” “Yes,” I replied He moaned in satisfaction, “You want this dick to pop your cherry, boy?” “Oh yeah,” I said. “Then spread those ass cheeks for me.” I did as he said but then it hit me. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. “I didn’t bring one. Did you?” “No,” I replied. “Can I go bare? I’m clean,” he said. The anticipation was killing me. “I guess so.” He smirked. Looking back now, I know he was never going to use a condom. He spit on his fingers and rubbed them on my ass. It was finally happening. I was about to get fucked! He put his hands on my hips pulling me onto his cock. As soon as the tip was inside me I gasped. Fuck it hurt! I turned around only to see he wasn’t even halfway inside me yet. He was probably 8” and I had only taken about 4. “Damn that’s tight! Guess you really are—were a virgin,” he said proudly. I could tell he got off knowing he was the first to fuck me. He pulled out to lube up more. He spit on his cock and he went right back at it. “FUCK that feels good. You like gettin’ that ass barebacked?” In my head, I was nervous but my cock was just getting harder. “Oh yeah,” I relented. I winced in pain from each thrust as he tore my virgin ass tissue. He ignored my discomfort, focusing only on his own needs. “I’m getting close,” he warned me. “Where do you want me to cum?” he asked. “On my back,” I said. Pretending he didn’t hear me, he started moaning before I finished my thought. After a few more minutes, “Here it comes boy! I’m gonna breed you!” Just as he said that, I started cumming and my already tight hole spasmed around his dick. Before the words registered in my head, I felt my ass get wetter and I knew he came inside me. “How’d you like getting that ass loaded?” he asked. I glared at him disapprovingly. “Sorry boy, you had such a good grip on me I couldn’t get out,” he claimed. “Plus, an ass that hot is meant to be a cumdump,” he said as he slapped one cheek. As we got back in the car, he opened the glove compartment to put away his ball cap when I noticed a pack of Trojan condoms. “Oh I did have condoms!” he said with a sinister grin. “You know, you shouldn’t let strangers fuck you bareback and you really shouldn’t let them unload in your ass.” Seriously? I knew he was right and I also realized we were at a gas station, which sells condoms. But I didn’t care. I had finally got my cherry popped and little did I know I would become a bareback slut.

Went out cruising last night to the local area. Was way to horny and wanted a cock up my ass. I'm 5'8 hairy good body and was in trackies, hoody and well horned as i was commando with a lubed hole. Only one other car there so was thinking a wasted trip as usual. Took a walk down the darkened path and heard the car door open and close so thought what the hell i needed a cock in my ass. Leaned against the fence by the path and dropped my trackies and was wanking my cock with my ass on display. I heard the foot steps coming closer and prayed it wasn't the cops. A dark shape came up the path and stopped behind me. A rough hand stroked across my hairy butt and a thick finger jabbed right into my hole, I then heard buttons pop and the finger pulled out of my ass and pushed my head down more so i was hanging on the fence bent over. With a grunt the bloke shoved his cock into my ass and fucked me quick and hard and within moments he was grunting and i could feel his cock unload. He said nothing and just pulled out and left. Went home with a smile and cum leaking out my ass.

Last night, Sunday, invited two guys around to my place (bf is away at the moment!!) for some activity. One is a regular fuck buddy, the other is new (although we had a good session alone on Friday night). Both are HIV positive. My fuck buddy gave me his seed raw up my ass; the new guy needs to build up confidence, and wore a condom, but dumped his load down my throat. Drank piss from them both, and did a lot of ass-licking, armpit sucking, and general sex. It was simply hot and comfortable, and I can hardly wait for the next time.

Met a couple on A4A and hooked up last night at their hotel. Both guys were versatile so everyone fucked, everyone got fucked, and everyone got bred. They got a couple of other guys to come over from A4A (but not at the same time) so we had a couple of foursomes throughout the night. Got home about 3:00am with 5 or 6 loads in me.

Just got home a short time ago from my local ABS. Usually a very dead place and when I first went into the booth area there was no one there at all. Decided, what the hell, and went into the big room and dropped a couple of dollars worth of quarters in the machine and chose a nice ass fucking BB vid to watch. Then took my shoes off and my jacket and then my pants and leaned over the table with my legs spread to wait and see if anybody showed up. My time was almost up when I heard someone come in the hallway outside and was hoping it was someone wanting my ass. A latino guy poked his head around the corner and in the door and looked at me and pulled his already hard cock out of his pants and made sure I saw it but did not leave the doorway. I moved off of the table and dropped to my knees to see if he just wanted a bj, but he then left. I was totally teed off. It looked like nothing again. I decided the hell with it and started down the hallway and noticed there was somebody in the first booth. I entered the second one which had a GH to the first one. I looked through and there was that latino guy stroking his cock. He noticed me watching and finally stuck his cock through the hole for a bj. I started and got him nice and hard and then he pulled away again. He then stuck his hand through the hole and made a circular motion and as I stood up he was tugging at my shirt to turn my ass towards the hole. I quickly dropped my pants and backed up to the hole and he immediately ran his cock into my hole. Just what I wanted for sure but after only a few strokes he pulled out of me again. He then made a motion for me to come over with him. I was happy to and got my pants up and out of my booth and into his with him fast. I got in there with him and dropped my pants and he was behind me in a hurry and rammed his cock in me. Only took about another two minutes and he rammed home hard a couple of times and then pulled out. I thought, what the hell, again with the stop. This time though he put his cock away and out the booth he went leaving me wondering why he all of a sudden left. Then I felt my hole and found out it was soaked. He had cum and when he did it was a hell of a big load and as I felt my hole my fingers were all at once covered in cum. WOW First load I have had in me in almost 3 months. Wish it could have been longer as his cock could not have been in my hole more than 2 or 2 1/2 minutes at most when he came. LOL Oh, well, never really got a good look at him either it was so fast and totally BB and no mention at all of a condom. Hmmm wonder what his status might be? Too late now the find out. LMBO

Paul opened the door of the cabin to see a muscular guy standing there, stroking his cock. He stared down at Paul. 'You want me to fuck you boy?' Paul nodded his agreement. 'Not here', the man whispered, and he took Paul by the arm, leading him down the corridor to a set of stairs. The stairs were lined with men, most naked, all stroking their cocks. They turned to see Paul, and he was sure one of the guys nearly slipped off the step, stunned by Paul's beauty. The man pushed his way through the men, as hands reached out to touch Paul. They fondled his ass, ran their hands down his back, his stomach and arms. As they neared the top, someone shouted: 'Wait! Please!' Paul wheeled around to see an skinny man standing in front of him. 'Ahhh... ahhhhhhh... AHHHHHHHHHHH!' The man's cock erupted with a thick shot of cum. It hit Paul's stomach with a splat. Paul looked down to see a thick, creamy load running down his stomach. The man tried to grab Paul as the young guy's cock was rapidly hardening. 'Hey!' the muscular man shouted, pushing the skinny man back. 'He's mine'. 'Please come with me!' The skinny man shouted. 'I don't have long left, I need to pass it on before I go! Please!' Paul didn't know what to do, but the muscular man pulled his arm harded. Paul looked back, as the skinny man stared at him malevolently. They arrived at a doorway, and as the muscular man opened the door, Paul saw a quite comfortable bedroom. A large window on one wall betrayed the morning sunlight. The clock said 7am. 'Wow', Paul thought. Paul suddenly noticed another muscular man sat in the corner, stroking himself. Paul was rock hard. The two men kissed each other. 'This is our private suite. For regulars only'. Paul nodded. 'Get on the bed you fucking slut!' Paul did as he was told, crawling onto the bed on all fours. The two men signed audibly as they saw Paul's spectacular fuckhole in front of them. The first man wasted no time. He roughly shoved three fingers into Paul's cunt. Paul yelped, jumping up slightly. The man pushed him back down, as he slid his huge bull cock into Paul's hole. Paul felt his asshole pop as the man's huge mushroom head invaded his ass. 'Oh yeah... fuck me... FUCK ME PLEASE!' Paul rocked back against the huge cock, as it pounded his g-spot over and over. Paul could feel the man's precum running down his legs. 'FUCK ME!' The second man shoved his massive cock into Paul's mouth, grabbing the back of his head as he did. Paul sucked for his life, as the man moaned louder and louder. 'My turn!' the man shouted to his partner, and they swapped places. Paul let out another yelp as his asshole yawned open for this new cock. The men were screaming in ecstasy as Paul jerked his twink cock. 'FUCK ME!' The men were getting close, Paul could tell. 'You ready for a double load slut?' Paul couldn't get his words out he was so turned on. He nodded voraciously. The two men positioned themselves over Paul's wide open hole. 'Ahhhh....' ... 'Awww yeah...' ... 'Here it comes slut! You ready? Here it ccomes!' Paul shot a huge load in unison with the men, who flooded his gaping hole with two thick, creamy loads. Paul screamed as he felt both cocks jam into his inviting hole. The men worked their loads into the twinks guts, the double penetration causing Paul to tear up. 'Please, slow down'. The two men took their cocks out, and Paul's hole exploded with a mix of blood, and thick creamy cum. The two men kissed as Paul recovered himself. He looked over at the two men. 'Get the fuck out slut. GET OUT! GET OUT!' Paul jumped up, grabbing his towel and making for the door. He slammed it shut behind him. He began to wipe the cum away, but noticed the blood on the towel. 'Wow, they fucked me hard', he thought. He still wasn't sure what their biohazard tattoos were about. He suddenly realised he wasn't alone. He looked up to see the skinny man from before, on his knees on the floor, with his cock inside a similarly skinny man. The skinny man noticed Paul, immediately pulling his cock out of the other man and standing up. Paul stared at him, turned on by the man's obvious attraction to him. 'Come with me', the man said.

Paul wiped the man's cum off his back, and wiped his ass cheeks with the towel. He suddenly realised that his cock and ass were on show as he was doing it, and he looked up to see he had gathered a sizable audience. He saw one particular guy, quite chubby, who was unashamadly beating his stubby cock. Paul got turned on. He loved older guys being turned on by him. His drunkeness blinded him, and he made a move towards the man. He grabbed Paul by the arm and lead him to a cabin. 'Come on slut', he whispered, and Paul felt his cock begin to grow. The man locked the cabin behind them, and took out a bottle of poppers. He sniffed hungrily. 'Sniff this bitch'. Paul obeyed, and as he sniffed, the man moved in, removing Paul's towel and fondling his body. The man was rock hard, and moaning audibly. He ran his hand down Paul's body, his finger bouncing off of each square of Paul's young six pack. 'Turn around', the man said. Paul turned around, kneeling on the small bed, pushing his ass into the air invitingly. He noticed another one of those biohazard tattoos. 'What's your tattoo?' he asked absentmindedly. 'Nothing you need to know about boy', the man said. Paul shuffled further onto the bed. 'You want me to fuck you slut?'. Paul nodded his agreement, and the man mounted Paul from behind, resting his hands on Paul's slim, muscular hips. Paul winced as he felt the man's cock slide into him. The man began to pound immediately, panting as he leaned on Paul's slender frame. 'Ah... ow... slow down... please?' Paul pleaded. The man spat on Paul's back. 'Shut the fuck up slut'. This turned Paul on even more, though he knew it shouldn't. The man pounded Paul's ass, and Paul began to enjoy it. 'Awww yeah, fuck me. FUCK ME!' Paul began to play with his cock as the man slammed his ass. He could hear the man panting, almost as if he was struggling. Suddenly, he pulled out. He pushed Paul against the wall and lay on the bed. 'Sit on my cock you fucking slut'. Paul did what he was told, and straddled the man. His asshold quivered over the man's cock as he lowered himself onto it, moaning. 'Fuck me... please'. The man kneaded Paul's ass cheeks, still not believing the body he could see bouncing in front of him. It wasn't long before the man knew he couldn't hold it any more. 'Aww yeah I'm gonna cum. You ready boy? You want my toxic seed boy?' 'Yes! YES! Fuck me... fucking cum in my ass!' Paul wondered fleetingly what the man meant by toxic, but he grinded his asshold onto the man's cock. He could hear heavy panting from the door, and he knew there was a huge queue of men behind it that wanted him. 'Oh boy, oh... ahhh... I'm gonna... here it comes!' Paul screamed as he felt jet after jet of hot cum splash inside his asshole. The man was screaming, kneading Paul's ass so hard it was turning red. He lay, panting, as Paul's asshole quivered, unable to hold the load any longer. He peeled himself off of the man's cock, feeling warm cum flooding down his legs. The man was spent, unable to move. Paul slowly picked up his towel, cleaning his ass as he did. The man stared at him malevolently. 'You ready for another load boy?' Paul knew he shouldn't, but the man's cock was so small... He wanted more. 'Y-yes', Paul said. The man grinned. 'Open the door then boy...'

So I woke up this morning feeling very horny. Laying in bed naked I decided to start the day with a little protin, and put my brown bottle to my nose and woke my boyfriend up with my five start blowjob. Sucking him to completion and swallowing his load down when it shot down my throat. I was still feeling horny when he left for work so I got on Craig's list and found a man in town for work looking for a hole to breed. A beautiful cop, stocky build, scruffy thick. Since I was low on poppers and love a sleazy arcade I had him meet me at the bookstore. When we got back in the booth he wasted no time feeding dollars into the machine, then fucking my mouth. Very rough and aggressive, getting verbal treating me like a worthless bottom. I was totally getting into it too. Totally naked kneeling on the dirty floor. Like a true dom tom he didn't get naked. Shirt still on pants around his ankles, pumping his meat down my throat. Finally he was ready for my ass. Thank god he let me prep by taking a few long deep hits from the rush. I was bend over with one hand on my dick and the other on the floor to stedy myself. He had me take one more deep hit from the brown bottle when he spit on my hole and pushed it. His hands on my hips and just went to town pounding me, only caring for his own cock and pleasure. It felt amazing being used like that. He didn't last long, just a few minutes. Before I knew he he was pulling my hips in to him, forcing his rock hard dick all the way in when he let his sperm flow I to me, with a loud powerful orgasm. In a truly anonymous fashion he zipped up and let the booth. Leaving me on the filthy floor naked, like a filthy slut. I caught my breath and sucked a couple more cocks. But left soon. I was so hard and horny all day, but did to let myself cum till my man got home and fucked me one more time.

Part 3.1: Where it Began - Induction as a Slampig and Cumdump Part 1 I remember Ricky in his tight jeans and giant, sculpted body towering over me in his living room. In his ripe forties, he was tan with a few wrinkles, spiky gelled hair, and a goatee. He didn’t smile much. He licked his lips a lot, and I wasn’t sure at the time if it was just a habit or if he was hungry for pussy. I would realize soon it was the latter. For me, he was the human embodiment of sex. Ricky’s living room was truly gigantic, with a plasma screen TV and couches arranged in a maze in between with little glass coffee tables in each alcove. A crew of middle-aged men sat in the living room couch maze. All of them were wearing jeans, boots, and tight black T-shirts, like they were members of a cult. Some of them wore ski masks, which I later discovered was a sign they were Ricky’s employees. Human traffickers, if you will, but it doesn’t carry the connotation of kidnapping. These men found slutty boys who live alone and brought them back here and promise a good piggy time but instead, we were made into “house boys.” In other words, we were pampered sex slaves. All of the men were looking at me and talking about me. I was confused, having just left the baths to this place. It wasn’t even midnight yet. Naïve and young, I had no clue what was about to happen. I was told I wasn’t allowed to wear clothes. I had to change out of my jeans and boxer briefs into a dirty white jockstrap. Then, a masked man brought out a line of four other boys wearing nothing but white jockstraps. None of them were older than 21 or 22. They weren’t restrained, but they made no effort to resist. One of them was extremely tall, perhaps 6’2”, muscular, and a total jock named Adam. He was almost as tall as the intimidating men sitting around. He had a boyish face and was celebrity handsome. He carried a metal lockbox. Second tallest was about 5’9”, a tan, blond surfer boy with a swimmer’s body named Joey. He had a perfect six pack. The last two were small, slim boys who didn’t look a day over 15 even though they were actually 18 . One was latino with a Mohawk named Julio. The last one was Benny, a fair-skinned boy with curly brown hair and a giant bubble butt. All of them looked stern and professional, with the exception of Benny. The boys’ eyes lingered on me for a second, but their attention was fixated on the box in Adam’s hands. “These are your new brothers, boy. Meet Adam, Joey, Julio, and Benny. Boys, meet Kevin, the newest member of our family,” Ricky said, gesturing at me. The men cheered. For the first time, I was realizing that this was no game. This was no “night of fun”, it was a new life, and I had no choice. “No, no, no,” I begged. “I can’t – I have work on Monday, I-I..” The men roared with laughter. “No,” Ricky said. “From now on, you will work everyday. At your new job.” The older men started getting festive, laughing and sharing beers. Ricky beckoned Adam over, and the boy placed the box carefully on one of the coffee tables. Shooting me a quick, lustful glance, Ricky proceeded to flick the lid open. He pulled out bags of crushed white crystals on his coffee table, a cut straw, a neat rack of syringes, a coffee straw, a glass pipe, a brown bottle, and a blue bottle. As much as I was scared, my eyes were instantly attracted to the items on the table. “You don’t know you want it yet, boy. But you’re gonna love being my whore. Boys! I have an announcement!” Ricky boomed, and the room fell silent. “In honor of our new boy, we will follow the traditions of this house and initiate our new lil’ chempig. Now... Kevin, if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to make the most of what’s on that table right now.” I looked up into Ricky’s eyes. He ran his rough palm down my face. I worshipped him. “Babe, I want you to have a good time, alright? You have a beautiful pink little pussy, and all these handsome hunks wanna be the baby daddy.” My eyes grew in fear. “Don’t worry – none of them are poz. I know that’s too much for you to handle all in one day, but once they’re done with you, you’ll think of your flesh in a new way. This fuckhole?” A finger slides across the opening of my ass. “This fuckhole’s what you’re worth as a human being. No... you’re less than a human being. That’s something your new brothers will teach you. This fuckhole is what you ARE.” Ricky looked at me affectionately, and then he suddenly spat harshly on my face. The initiation began with crystal meth. The other houseboys served hors d’oeuvres, poppers, packed pizzo pipes, and scotch to the men. These boys knew their place, and the men were familiar with them, saying degrading things to the boys and addressing them by their names as they groped them. I didn’t have to serve the men yet. My job was to get fucked up and get fucked. We started with the booty bump. A masked man, clearly used to this by now, dipped his middle finger into a can of lube and one of the bags of crystals. It resurfaced with shiny shards stuck to it. Then, he slowly, intimately worked his fingers into my hole. Rough, thick fingers usually hurt enough by themselves, but this time I felt a burn in my rectum. It felt inflamed and torn. “Ahh! It hurts! I gasped. The other men paid no heed to my complaints and wasted no time. I was already their prey. Crystal meth was in my system and it was a matter of seconds before the rush hit me. One each grabbed my legs and spread them apart as the masked man booty bumped my hole with small doses continuously. Another masked man (this one giantly muscular with tattoos all over his forearms) gently placed the glass pipe against my lips. This was an especially large pizzo pipe; it was the width of a cock, and the bowl was huge. “Put your mouth on it like it’s a dick, bitch!” And I obeyed. They twisted the pipe so that the hole faced upwards, and crystals poured from the straw into the bowl. It sounded like sand being poured into a jar. I was helpless with two men pulling my legs apart by the ankles as far as they could and one drilling T into my hole. The large masked man clutched my throat and chin as I held up the pipe with my lips. My body was spread like a deer ready to be eaten by wolves. The fingering stopped. The man booty bumping me was now preparing a needleless syringe with more crystals and water. The drugs had hit me a little. I felt a faint ringing in my ears and a wild COCK HUNGER like I have never felt in my life. Suddenly, staying here and being a houseboy wasn’t a bad idea. Ricky would later show me how I would achieve enlightenment every time I got fucked up to get fucked, but this was my first time I thought: I’m a fucking chempig, a slut lower and trashier than any kind of slut, and it took me so long to realize my calling! How arrogant I was to ever think I was anything more than just an object for sex! Now only three men were playing with me, and there were many, many more at the party. Clearly, today was a day Ricky expected to initiate a new whore. Adam, the jock, was drinking a beer in his glorious nudity while the men around them sipped their scotches, smoked their cigars, and felt his body. One of the plumper and well-endowed men was licking Julio’s nipples while fingering him in the ass. The men seemed to have an inevitable soft spot for Benny, and they were casually flirting with him as he sat in Ricky’s lap. No matter what, he was the youngest. Who knew if he was even legal? Ricky would kiss him passionately, slurp his mouth with his tongue. One of the men rolled a joint just for Benny to enjoy. Houseboys weren’t allowed any attachments, but the men sure made love to Benny. But Joey... Joey the surfer is what I aspired to be. The oldest man at the party, a grey fox in his fifties, had licked Joey’s sweet clean pussy until it juiced. Meanwhile, Joey had three blunts in his mouth at a time. If he tried to breathe, one man held a brown bottle under one of his nostrils and clamped the other while another kept his head down to take all the smoke. Joey’s silky blond hair bounced up and down, framing his blissful angelic face. His eyes were closed, focusing on taking the heavy smoke and the poppers at once. All three blunts were on fire, so he wasn’t going easy on himself. This experience was difficult for the Caliboy jock without crystal, but during initiation, only the new boy is allowed the crystal. This is to ensure that the new slut gets completely hooked and dependent, becoming a 100% uninhibited, no-holes-barred chem slave. That’s why he had to be as high as possible and practically half-brain dead from poppers before the grey daddy and a 30-year-old sadistic stripper simultaneously squeezed their thick cocks into his ass. Did Joey scream? Hell yeah he did. Not once did he loosen his grip on the blunts but a guttural yelp echoed across the living room as the two dirty men mercilessly began fucking the living daylights out of the 19-year-old boy. Why did the men treat him differently from the others? Because he was a resilient, unbreakable slut, one who never held back and took anything anyone gave him with pleasure. When Joey spread his legs, he detached himself from reality in that moment and lived for the cock. If it hurt him, he blamed himself and took it anyway, because he’d sooner die before he ruined the pleasure of the men fucking his body in half. The man readied the booty bump, inserting the tip of the needleless syringe into my hole. Meanwhile, a large lighter was lit beneath the bowl of the pipe. He tilted the pipe back and forth a little until potent clouds started swirling around in the bowl. “Suck. Slowly,” he instructed. I obeyed, feeling the ice fill my lungs as a warm liquid filled my ass. He pulled the pipe away and took a hit myself while I held the smoke in my lungs. Little did I realize the other men were smoking as well and before I could exhale, one of the masked men put his mouth to mine and flooded me with more T. Another shot of hot water in my ass. I could feel it start to burn, with the inflammation spreading through my veins. As I felt the head spread over my body from my chest and my ass, I was filled with a wild, insatiable cock hunger. “OHHH! FUCK I’M GONNA CUM IN YOUR ASS!” the grey fox across the couch hollered as he filled Joey’s baby-maker. This turned on the muscular stripper beneath him so much he came with a series of grunts too. “TAKE MY VIRUS, SLUT!” As he pulled out, Joey cum-farted a thick bubbly white stream right out of his ass. I envied him. I wanted the men around me to fuck me like that, but I wasn’t done. While the men continued blowing clouds above me, Ricky walked over, a filled syringe in hand. Inhibitions completely down, I spread my arms, knowing what was about to happen to me. I had surrendered my fate as Ricky’s boy. Ricky would make sure I was flying in pig heaven before I was even allowed to touch a cock. That way I’ll be so outrageously horny I won’t be able to complain when the big strong daddies around me laid siege on my pussy and throat. Six big men held me spread eagle on the couch. One man each held one of my ankles, pulling my legs far apart to expose my pighole. Another was holding the pipe to my mouth and torching it repeatedly, instructing me on when to suck. A fourth held another booty bump to my pretty pink hole, and two men held down my arms. One of them tied a tourniquet around my bicep, making the blood rush to my arm. I had completely surrendered my freedom, unable to even breathe a complaint with the pipe firmly planted between my lips. Ricky swabbed my arm with alcohol, revealing the plump vein on my elbow. With ease, he pinpointed the vein and carefully slid the needle in like a doctor. The entire time, his cold black eyes looked into mine. “Yeah, get this little cumdump ready for use,” one of the masked men said. Ricky pulled back a little, releasing a tinge of red into the point. As he inserted the remaining contents slowly, injecting my throbbing vein with the devil’s drug, the man operating my drugged up hole squirted the booty bump into my ass, and the man holding the pipe to my mouth instructed me to suck. A chill coursed through my body as goosebumps flared all over my arms. Inside, though, fire was coming from all directions: my mouth, my ass, my chest, and my arm. An unreal rush flushed through my entire being, and I felt a strange taste in my throat. One of the men released the tourniquet, and all of it bubbled and erupted into an insane coughing fit. Smoke billowed out of me in puffs. I thought I would die there, unable to breathe and overwhelmed my coughs. I felt the need to get up and tried to squirm my way into a standing position, but my captors got rough and forced me down. “Hey, where do you think you’re going, bitch?” one of them yelled, pulling my hair. “Give him some GHB to wash down the cough,” another one sneered, and they offered me a bottle of coke. I gulped it down hungrily. It tasted terrible, but my body felt warm and soft. By now, I was floating. I had entered a new dimension, where the whole world became a sex dungeon. These men were gods, and the other boys and I were lower than slaves for their entertainment. This was the true order of things. My pupils dilated and my ears started ringing. I reveled in the feeling of being on top of the world, like I could do anything and take cock nonstop for eternity, but I must have fainted or blacked out instantly after that. When I phased in, I felt an unbelievable pleasure ripping through me between my legs and a thick pole in my mouth that made it hard to breathe. I opened my eyes and just saw two eyes through a ski mask looking down on me. Still fully clothed, only with his 9” babymaker out of his jeans, he rammed my slampig hole like he was trying to fuck me in half.

I had it Cumming to Me I was barely 18, 5’9”, 135 pounds, brown hair and eyes, 28” waist, lean, thin runner's build (from cross country) and a 7” cut cock, and I am perpetually horny. I had my share of sexual experiences but they all seemed to be missing something. Then I discovered the breedingzone and bugshare.org. I began to read the stories about bareback sex, breeding, pozzing and drug use. I was so turned on by all this I found myself creating a profile on a popular bareback hook up site, barebackrt. I posted some pics of myself and was instantly hit on by nearly every guy in my area. We would chat and they would tell me how they wanted to poz my ass, but I could never go through with the act. One of the guys suggested I should check out the local bath house, saying I would find it interesting and felt I could take care of myself, that no one would do anything if I didn’t want them too and if they tried if they did all I’d have to do is just tell them that I wasn’t interested and ask them to leave me alone (famous last words). I walked right in the doors of the baths with a cocky attitude that attempted to say ‘don’t fuck with me’. I walked up to the counter and was asked, “Locker or room?” I hesitated for a second and asked, “How much for a room?” I didn’t think how that screamed “NEWBIE” to all those around. The cute stud behind the counter said “Twenty bucks - must be your first time here.” I quickly attempted to grab my composure as I handed him a $20 and he slid a towel across the counter in my direction saying “Up the stairs and to the right.” I made my way to my room and opened the door. Inside I saw a bed against one wall, a sling in the corner and an open bath area in the other complete with toilet, shower area and sink. There was one wall covered in mirrors which would allow anyone a complete view of himself getting fucked. I changed out of my clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist, put the room key around my wrist and headed out the door. I explored the place looking to watch some action but all I got were guys chasing me around this place. I was beginning to think the bath house was a mistake. Then I noticed the cute guy from the check in counter. He was with another hotie making out in the corner. When I walked by they stopped and asked, “You looking for some action?” I sheepishly answered “No, actually I’m just looking to watch.” He looked at the guy he was will and said “Right on, we like to be watched. Why don’t we go to your room and you can watch us all you want.” I got this big grin on my face and lead them back to my room. “I’m Nick and this is Kevin” the bath house desk boy said. I responded “I'm Brandon” as I led them into my room. I noticed that Nick was carrying a backpack, and that he and Kevin were holding hands. Once inside the room I asked him “What’s in the back pack?” “Some bottled water. Want one?” I was quite thirsty and was happy to accept the offer, although when I accepted the bottle I noticed it wasn’t sealed. I asked Nick and he said that he saved money by recycling the bottles and filling them from the cooler in the back office here at the club. I drank about half the bottle, and noticed a funny taste in the water. I made a comment about the taste and Nick replied “That’s how the cooler water tastes.” I finished drinking my bottle as Nick and Kevin got comfortable on the bed. I noticed both Nick and Kevin had matching biohazard tattoos on the small of their backs. I figured that they must be boyfriends and were both poz. I anticipated watching them fuck was going to be a blast. Nick suggested I sit up in the sling to watch since it would give me a good vantage point. I agreed and hopped into it and sat back to watch them as they began to kiss and feel each other up. I began to thank them for letting me watch but it seemed my words came out a bit slurred. They stopped and looked at me and asked “Are you feeling ok?” All I could do was nod my head yes. I was feeling really good. I was getting super horny watching these two studs go at it and was eager to watch them fuck. Suddenly I felt as if I could not sit up straight and fell back in the sling. Nick and Kevin came over to check on me and then whispered to each other something I could not hear. Then Nick grabbed his back pack and the two rummaged around in it before coming out with several pieces of rope. I may have been slightly out of it, but I knew exactly what was going on. Nick looked down at me and said “I’m so glad you took my suggestion to come to the baths. Now it’s time to help your wishes become real.” I made an attempt to free myself, but it was useless, but I did manage to ask Nick “What the fuck are you talking about?” “Are you enjoying the G I put in your water? You think that you could just parade your ass on line and tease me and my buddy like that? I was the one who suggested that you check out the baths. You think you could’ve gotten in here if it wasn’t for me? You’re supposed to be 21 to get in here but since I knew you might be coming and I was working the desk I was going to make sure you had this room for us to help you get what you’ve been looking for ever since you joined the breedingzone and bugshare.org. Now were going to introduce you to the wonderful world of Tina and give you what you have dreamed about but never had the nerve to follow through with. We’re gona knock you up with HIV.” Nick leaned in and kissed me followed by Kevin. Kevin continued kissing me as I felt a hot tongue begin to probe my hole. Kevin then stopped and moved closer as to offer me his cock to suck. I took it into my eager mouth as Nick's tongue worked its magic on my hole. Kevin let out a moan: he clearly enjoyed my mouth on his cock. Soon he found my throat and slipped in easily. He was learning that I was an expert cock sucker with no barebacking experience. The tongue on my hole was in deep when I felt it replaced with fingers. It felt as if the fingers were clawing and stretching my hole open. Then I felt it. It was stiff and rough like a brush of some kind being worked into my hole. I looked at the mirror behind Kevin and saw Nick fucking my hole with a tooth brush. As our eyes met and he told me “This is the same brush we use on all converts here at the baths. No neg that walks in here ever escaped a pozzing from any of the poz brotherhood.” I watched as he pulled the tooth brush from me well worked over hole to see it red with my own neg blood. Neck then said “It’s time.” I continued sucking Kevin’s cock as Nick moved back between my lags. I watch in the mirror as he slid his cock into my bleeding hole. I knew with the damage the tooth brush did there was no way I was going to escape the bug. I didn’t realize how turned on I was, 'til Nick grabbed my rock hard cock as he fucked me. “This tells me you really want to be knocked up bro.” A moan escaped my mouth around Kevin’s cock as he began to fuck my willing throat. I don’t recall the first load Nick gave me, but my body sure did as my hole began to spasm and suck his demon seed from within him. Nick began to moan and grunt as he fired his poz cum into my neg ass. Kevin then began to breathe heavier and I was getting prepared to swallow his poz load when he pulled from my mouth and began to shoot his seed all over my face especially aiming for my eyes. I felt the sting of his cum as it seeped between my closed eyelids. I tried to keep my eyes shut tightly but Kevin told me to open them and embrace his HIV as it worked its way into my brain along the optic nerve. I opened my eyes and his pox cum soaked into my eyes as it dripped off my forehead. The cum stung, no, burned my eyes fiercely as it soaked in. Before too long the sensation faded. “Now it’s time for your first slam of Tina” Nick told me as I began to panic. Most emphatically I did not want to to try drugs, particularly by injecting them, but was helpless to do anything to prevent Nick as my wrists and ankles were tied to the chains of the sling. Nick looked me in the eyes as he worked a tight piece of rubber around my left arm. He checked the veins in my arm searching for a good one to use. I attempted to say “No” as I felt the coolness of the alcohol on my arm followed by the prick of the needle as it pierced into my vein. Nick and I never broke eye contact when I felt him begin to massage my arm. The fear deep inside me was growing when I felt the tightness being removed from my arm. A warmth raced up my arm, into my chest to my throat. I felt a difficulty to breath and coughed out hard a few times. I began to hear a ringing in my ears as I felt like my body was electrified. Kevin said “It was time to open the door and let the rest of the poz brotherhood seed your neg cunt” as he opened up the door and guys of all ages, sizes and ethnicities filed into the room. One by one they took their turn to seed my hole. I was so drugged up high I didn’t care about anything but taking their seed in me. Old guys, fat guys, sickly looking aids guys all fucked a load or two into my ass. Kevin kempt me well hydrated and well supplied with chems I was feeling no pain. When the action was over I had taken over 30 loads of poz cum. My hole was gaping open and a glob of pink spooge lay on the floor between my legs. Nick and Kevin helped me out of the sling and over to the shower to clean up. I felt as if I couldn’t close my ass and was afraid all the cum inside me would leak out on my clothes as I drove home. “No worries” Nick said as he pulled out a butt plug and placed it in my gaping hole “That will do the trick.” “Here’s our number” Kevin said as he stuffed a piece of paper in my jeans pocket “You give us a call when you get the fuck flu. We’re here to help you as you convert.” I was very grateful to Nick and Kevin for doing what I needed to have done. I chatted every day with Nick and Kevin on the phone. About two months to the day I started to get sick. I knew what the guys had told me and I gave them a call. They were so proud of me. Zit was like giving birth to a new son. They talked me through the whole time I was sick. My mother got a little worried and I reassured her it was the flu and that it was going around. It calmed her down and as I suddenly got better she left me alone. After I recovered from the fuck flu I went out with Nick and Kevin to celebrate. I thanked them with giving them my throat and ass to fuck. They each took a load from me too. Of course, I had to cumming to me. Now to find someone who has it coming to them and pass on my gift.

I met him on gayday back in the days when it was filled with people who didn't waste time chatting back and forth or just being total bitches. His pics looked nice enough and he said it was his "first time" and I wasn't doing anything better at the time (apart from wasting time on gaydar trying to pick up - lol). So he came over. Nice enough bloke, younger than me. He seemed quite nervous but wanted to get into stuff. We undressed in my bedroom, he's quite hairy but a nice almost-cub like body. Big bone structure, really. He actually wan't packing much weight or muscle - just a naturally built guy. We got to a bit of sucking and so forth but he wanted to be fucked for the first time. I'd honestly ran out of condoms (I was a student then - buying food for myself took precedence! LOL). I told him so; he demurred, got a bit half hearted and not being a forceful top at all I was half up and half soft. Still I figured, let's just lube his arse up anyway and if anything, a bit of dick rubbing on the outside wouldn't hurt. I got harder and eventually just aimed for his hole and started to push in. I'm not a big guy but I figured I actually was his first by the looks on his face and just decided to not move in or out - he could have removed himself from the situation if he wanted. After a while he seemed to relax, I went right in. Took me a bit to get used to -- I like my bottoms loose rather than tight (go figure!) -- but he kept on saying he was enjoying me which kept me up enough. And eventually after about 1/2 an hour of fucking I was like, "I'm going to cum." In those days I used to ask where they wanted it, so I did. He said inside. I did. Afterwards he seemed a bit shy and honestly I think he was just a straight guy wanting to see what it was like having a dick up his bum. I told him he'd be welcome back whenever he wanted. He never came back but I always wonder what happened to him after his supposed first experience.

They must've signaled each other, 'cause they switched places without speaking, and then I felt my ass being filled with Dan's X-tra thick cock. "Oh fuck!" I moaned, staring up into Brent's eyes. "Great, isn't it?" he smiled. "I knew you'd like his cock - God knows, I do!" We shifted on the bed, so that Brent was sitting, leaning against one of the mirrored walls. He opened the bag that Dan had brought - I couldn't quite see what he was doing (partly 'cause it was dark, and partly 'cause Dan was starting to really pound my ass). When Dan slowed down, I heard him say, "Hey babe - you sure he's okay with that?" I looked up, and Brent had a rubber strap tied around his upper left arm, and a syringe clenched in his teeth. Taking the syringe with his right hand, he looked at me and asked, "You okay if I slam?" I grinned, and said, "Fuck, yeah! Just le'me get my mouth on your cock while you do it." I waited 'til he'd cleaned his arm with an alcohol pad, and had gotten the needle in and it had registered with blood. He nodded, and I slowly took his semihard cock in my mouth. Everything stopped. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him push the plunger. He waited - then pulled out the needle - raised his arm and pulled off the rubber strap - - - and coughed - twice. I felt his body stiffen - then vibrate, as the drug ran through his veins. His cock didn't harden, but it did start to leak a lot of salty precum, which I swirled around his cock with my tongue. I instinctively moved my right hand between his legs and found his asspucker. He reacted by spreading his legs, giving me more access, and soon I had three fingers inside his pre-lubed hole. Mmmmmmmmm!- this fucker had come to pnplay!!!! As I worked my fingers in, Brent slowly slid down onto the bed, his legs spreading wider and wider. In no time, I had four fingers in his wet hole, and he was moaning like a bitch in heat! Dan caught on to what I was doing, and I felt his thick cock slide out of my hole. He grabbed the duffle that he'd brought and began looking for something. I just focused on Brent's open hole, massaging the soft, warm insides of his fuck chute. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand, letting me know that he wanted more. I let my thumb fold into the palm of my hand, and began rotating my wrist to find just the right angle. Brent took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, he pulled my hand toward his stretched hole. The fleshy muscle relaxed, and my hand slid in! "Ohhhhhh fffuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk!" he yelled, loud enough for the neighboring rooms to hear. Just about that time, I felt a slight burning sensation in my ass. I'd almost forgotten about Dan, with my mind focused on getting into Brent's ass. I knew the familiar tingle of a booty bump, and the feeling of Dan's thick fingers stretching MY hole! Still on my hands and knees, I spread my legs a little wider, giving him plenty of room to work. Brent grabbed the bottle of J-lube and squirted a hefty glob at the intersection of his ass and my wrist - and then handed the bottle to Dan. It was clear they'd played this game many times! Dan held the bottle above my gaping hole and let a steady stream of the gooey lube flow into my tweaked ass. The lube was still warm from when I mixed it up earlier, and felt great filling up my hungry butt. Dan shifted his body into a more comfortable position on the cheap foam mattress, and then began working his hand inside, just as I had done with his boyfriend. I had lost my focus on Brent's ass, now that Dan was working on mine - but he had taken control and was writhing up and down on my wrist - clearly enjoying the effects of his slam! [Aside: In addition to copious amounts of crystal, I attribute my love for getting fucked and fisted to having a squeaky clean ass. Knowing that no cock or hand is going to come out covered in shit gives me the confidence to really relax and enjoy the experience. Once I'm clean and start to party, I don't eat or drink (except water) until I'm finished - sometimes 2-3 days! The only things that go in my hole are crystal, lube, dildos, fists, cocks and cummmmmmm] By turning to my left, I had a great view of Dan in the mirror on the wall - hot stud in leather, working his hairy paw into my hungry hole. I took a deep breath and exhaled, pushing back on his greasy hand. There was a slight feeling of pressure, as the widest part of his hand stretched my sphincter - and then he was in. "Whoa!" Dan said in surprise. "You're a fuckin' pro, man! Fuckin' sucked my hand right in." I rocked my ass side to side, acknowledging his compliment, and letting him know I was in pig heaven. "Hey, Brent," Dan said over my shoulder. "You found us a real pig!" Brent was in his own fistpig haze, with my hand massaging the warm insides of his burning hole. I rotated my wrist a half turned and pulled out slightly to test how far his assmuscle would stretch. He opened his eyes a little and gave me an evil grin, letting me know I was in sync with his 'needs.' I rotated my wrist again, relieving the pressure, and causing his eyelids to close again. I repeated the action over and over until my hand was able to almost come completely out. Brent shifted on the bed so that he could stretch one leg out and pull the other back toward his chest, giving me a better angle to work with. All the while, Dan was working on my hole, similarly stretching and getting me used to the size of his hand. When his hand finally came out, I heard him chuckle. "Fuck! How many loads you got up there, man?" he laughed. I could smell the distinct odor of warm cum fill the room, as my ass dripped the remains of my earlier play. "Not enough!" I replied, hoping that he'd add his before the night was over. Dan slid off the bed and walked over to Brent, placing his fingers in his lover's mouth. "Mmmmmmm!" Brent moaned, eagerly sucking the slimy cum and buttjuice off Dan's hand. "You'e so fuckin' nasty," Dan growled, smearing the palm of his hand all over Brent's face, marking him with the dregs of my ass. Dan stood up, but before heading back to me, he walked over and turned the door handle, just barely leaving the door ajar. Fuck - these were my type of guys - wild, chemfueled, man-to-man sex....with as many men as possible! Dan climbed back on the bed and kneeled behind me, his hand lightly slapping my asscheeks. The next thing I felt was his tongue and stubbled chin grazing on my sleazy hole. I pushed my hole open, so he could get in as deep as he wanted. "Mmmmmph! Mmmmmmmph! Mmmmph!" he grunted as his tongue dug into my cumbucket. When he needed a break, his hand would replace his tongue - and with the stimulation, drugs and earlier play.... his hand was easily inside me. "Fuckin' whore! Bet you let anybuddy stcik they're dick in there," he teased. "Ya got any preference for dick, pig?" he asked, his fingers expertly massaging my prostate. "Thick," I managed to spit out. Dan's hand slid out with a plop, and then I felt him grab my cock and balls, coating them with the slime from my ass. "That feel good, pig?" he asked, closing his thumb and index finger tightly around my cock and balls like an extra cockring. When I didn't respond, he squeezed harder and tugged downward on my junk. "Yeah," I gasped. "What's that, boy?" he tugged again. "Yes, SIR!" I barked back. "That's better, fuckpig," he said, slightly backing off on the tension. The work on my prostate, his manhandling of my cock, AND the Levitra I'd taken earlier were all having a positive effect on my partycock! "Mmmmmmmm! Now that's the kinda cock I like my boys to have," Dan purred. He pulled my hardening cock back between my legs and swallowed it in his warm mouth. I was in sensory overdrive - my ass twitching, my nipples tingling, my cock throbbing - every inch of my body was on fire....one hunky sextool! Dan continued tonguing my ass and sucking my cock until I was rockhard and needed to fuck. He leaned forward so that his mouth was next to my ear, and whispered, "I wanna see you fuck Brent. We get off watchin' each other get fucked by strangers." That kind of kinky shit is a total turn-on for me, and my cock throbbed even harder, knowing that Dan was into seein' his lover gettin' dicked by some guy they'd just met. I slowly pulled my hand out of Brent's butt, and wiped the slick lube off with a paper towel. Then I grabbed Brent's thighs and pulled him toward me, pushing his legs apart and back, so that his gaping hole was at about the same level as my cock. He just stared at me with kind of a blank, drugged look, like he wasn't sure what was about to happen. My PA bounced up and down on his slightly open pucker, and the head of my cock pulsed with blood, flaring a good 2" wide. I leaned forward, sinking into his hole in one stroke. "Ooohhh Fuuuccckk!" Brent moaned. "Fuckin' nice cock, man," he added. [One advantage I love about meth is that (when I can get hard) I can fuck for hours without cumming!] Brent's hole was nice and loose, just like I like 'em. Plenty of room to move around, and my PA doesn't pinch the head of my dick. "Gimme that big Daddy dick! Fuck, yeah! You know what my hole needs. Fuck!" Brent panted, as I corkscrewed my cock in and out. My cock looked damn hot covered in lube and buttslime as I slowly dragged it out of Brent's open manhole. The stretched, purple muscle flared out, begging for my cock to sink back in to the warm depths of his chemmed ass. As meth will often do, I got caught in my own little private fuck scene - oblivious to anything else going on around me - just my cock and Brent's hole. When I sort of snapped out of it, I saw two more guys in the room - one standing, and the other on his knees sucking his friend's cock. They were obviously turned on by our scene, and had joined in with their own action. If the chemistry's right, that's one of the many things I love about the baths - nuthin' like a few guys havin' sex next to you to make your own scene even hotter...especially when they're hot...and total strangers! I looked around for Dan, and saw he had moved to the corner furthest from the door. He had a rubber tourniquet tied around his left arm and was cleaning the crease in his elbow with an alcohol pad. Shit! He was gonna slam right in front of these two guys! I guess the guy getting the blowjob sensed my concern, 'cause he caught my eye and motioned a 'thumbs up' sign and a wink to me. I watched Dan line the rig up and slide it into the vein. He must have pushed the plunger in, 'cause the next thing I saw was him putting the orange plastic cap back on the needle. He raised his arm over his head and pulled the rubber tourniquet to release it. "Cough - - - cough," came the sounds from Dan - his body shuddered briefly while he threw his head back. Then he shook his head like he was trying to clear the cobwebs, and then drawled out, "Ffuuuccccckkkkkkkkk!" He dipped two fingers into the nearby tub of Crisco and then pumped several globs of J-lube into his palm. Soon, he was massaging the greasy, gooey mixture into his muscled crack, his pelvis writhing up and down off the black rubber sheet. I took a break from Brent's hole and turned my attention to Dan's. Fumbling around through the collection of dildos I'd brought with me, I grabbed my Ty Fox which was still slick from previously being up my ass. Dan's eyes were still dancing from the effects of the slam, but the way he spread his legs let me know he was aware of me and my intentions. I let the huge head of the big rubber dong graze his sensitive asslips, sending electrical impulses throughout his body. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, I felt his ass start to give way. "Ooooohhhhhh, fuck!" Dan bellowed, completely giving in to his desire to get fucked. "Shove it in me, man! Rape my fuckin' hole!" he panted, as I kept a constant pressure on the big rubber-balled base of the dildo. It was so hot watchin' this big hunk of man flip from total top to total bottom - letting his inner pig come out to play. A satisfied grin came over his face when he felt the huge rubber balls grinding against his asscheeks, letting him know the huge dildo was firmly seated inside. "Uh-huh....yeah...uh-huh....mmmmm.....yeah...uh-huh," Dan mumbled, floating on the high from the slam, the warm lube and the pressure filling his ass. He was seriously grinding his jaws now, eyes closed, butt dancing while I worked the big rubber cock in and out of his hole. I loved watching his assmuscle cling to the dildo as it slid out - staying open until I shoved it back in - - - fucking bull twat!!! I felt some movement behind me, and saw that Brent had flipped over on his back and was shinnying between my legs. His warm mouth found my dangling cock, and he proceeded to gobble it up like the hungry cockwhore he'd become. The two spectators had disappeared, probably to check for other hot action - or maybe to go parTy in private. Dan was starting to show a little more awareness of what was going on, and he was digging through the pile of dildos with his right hand. He grabbed Kris Lord and held it up, gauging its size against his hunger. [Kris Lord doesn't appear any larger than Ty Fox, but its shape makes it noticeably wider, thus providing more stretch if inserted straight on. Sometimes, I'll start out with it sideways, and then rotate it to get my ass used to the width - - - or if I'm really spun, I shove it in straight for maximum impacT!!!] I let go of my hold on Ty Fox, and grabbed the new dildo from Dan. Scooped two fingers full of Crisco from the tub, pumped four gobs of j-lube into my hand and started slathering the veiny rubber shaft with the nasty concoction. By the time I was ready, Dan's hole had ejected Ty Fox, and his purplish rosebud was pulsating, begging to be filled. From experience, I knew exactly how he was feeling, so positioned the wide, meaty head against his bud and pushed. There was a slight resistance, and then the muscle gave way. The huge cock barreled its way deep into his gut, while he roared in pleasure. "Uuunnnngggghhhhhhh!" he growled. "That's it, fucker! Fuck me! Use my fuckin' hole!"

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I was horny tonight and decided to get on Grinder and see the action. To my surprise a visitor was staying only a few miles from me. He was a top and wanted to fuck my ass. I asked the question "raw or covered". He quickly replied raw...as long as i was clean. I said yes. I washed up when I got to the house we made out. His family was asleep and he snuck me into his room. He kissed, i sucked his nice fat cock. He put me in all fours and rammed his raw cock in me. Then he slid and put on some lube. He fucked me in the bed for a while, then we went to the bathroom. He fucked me and made me beg for his cum like a bitch. He finally shot deep inside. Afterwards he told me to lick his balls and that he wanted to nut in my mouth. He made me suck his balls and beg for cum on all fours on the floor. He shot a load right in my mouth and I swallowed and licked his cock clean. As soon as I left I had a message on Grinder. A hot 18 yr old wanted to fuck my ass Raw! I drove 10 minutes and met up at a park near his house. We parked in a dark road and he began to suck my cock. I sucked his cock and he told me he wanted to fuck. I got on all fours and he slid his raw meat inside. After a couple of strokes he told me to get on my back and began to fuck me slow. He started to slid in and out faster untile he shot a huge load inside me. He then fingered my cummy ass until i shot my load. Little did he know i had another fresh load inside me. Now I had to write my story of a nice slutty night. Hopefully I can keep taking multiple anon loads from different guys. Love being a slut.

I'll come up and breed you if you want...i love whidbey island and take any excuse to make the trip

This Saturday I was bored and posted an ad on CL. It was a long time before I got a response but finally did. I was from a couple of guys who were in town for a football game. I gave them the address and about 30 minutes later the door bell rang. To my surprise it was two fathers and sons. Dads were early forties and sons were over 18 but barely. They wanted to fuck ass and you could see they has partied at the game. They came in and we got naked. I was blowing one of the sons when the other dad started playing with my ass. He said he had no condoms and would I mind it bare. I said of course not and in he went. He did not last long before he came. That opened the flood gate. The other son went right in and fucked me good. He lasted a while before he groaned loud and shot a huge load. The other two came in me as well as the first son for a second time. Five loads and my ass dripped for the night.

Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the feedback guys.

I started off as a right condom queen until i begged my first bbc to fuck me raw. Since then I progressed to undetectable poz guys to basically any guy that wants to give me his load. Raw4life!

Just took numerous loads yesterday and my ass is still leaking cum. My buddy called me over to his house yesterday morning where he had all of our buddies, their buddies, and all of their buddies. There had to be at least 90 guys there. They fucked me all day and all nite. I got there around 7am and didn't leave til 11pm. Every pounded my ass like no tomorrow. They all took 10+ turns on me. I lost count. I took so many loads im not sure how many i really took up my ass.

Cable part V After mooning around all morning and worrying about what I had done yesterday and playing with my own ass trying to calm the sensations that were still there, I jumped in the car and headed to the doctor's office. What the hell had I done anyway, what was wrong with me? Never even thought about a guy for sex and then let two of them fuck me bare and cum in me and then they were both poz. What would happen if I did catch it, what about my wife and family. I was torn to pieces with worry now, no matter that it had felt amazing and been about the best sex I had ever had. I could never meet a gay guy again, I knew, without remembering and now knowing what they went through and how it could feel. I was able to get right in to the doctor. When he came in was a problem though. How could I explain this to him. I somehow got it out and hoped he could understand some of my gibberish as I could hardly talk about it and must have almost sounded like a fool to him. To my surprise though he seemed a little amused but mostly concerned. He did a little checkup and some other tests and then wrote me up a prescription for the PEP. He said to start it immediately and don't miss any for the next 30 days and then check back and we will run some more tests and then again in about 3 months or so to make sure. I went home with my new prescription and took a dose and then had to find a good hiding place for the rest as I surely did not want my wife to find it. I now felt I had everything under control and could relax and go back to my regular straight life. For the rest of that week everything was back to normal except for an occasional tingle in my ass, which I had to sneak into the bathroom to rub and jackoff to a few times. The tingling and memory would not quite quit and go away entirely and only diminish when I played to a tolerable level that I thought I could control completely. Friday came around and my wife's work called saying the one who worked the overnight called in sick and wanted to know if she could do the overnight. Hey, time and a half, sure looks good on a pay check, so she agreed and since she worked 2nd shift it meant I had the entire evening and all night alone. I made plans to just go to a local bar and have a couple of drinks and then home to my lonely bed again as she would not get back until probably around 11 or 11:30 the next morning. I jumped in the shower and got cleaned up and ready to go have a drink. The warm water sure felt good and as I turned around to let it run down my back the warmth ran down the crack of my ass and again the tingling started. I thought, damn, not now, go away but my hand went between my legs and a finger rubbed my hole and soon entered into it. The feeling for some reason was really strong this time and soon I had three or my fingers in me and twisting them about as deep as I could go and my cock was hard as a steel bar again and my other hand was stroking it hard and fast. Too soon it was over as I shot a huge load all over the shower floor. I rested for a minute and then removed my fingers and finished my shower and dressed. I decided I needed that first drink soon so instead of heading clear across town to my regular place I made a beeline for the closest one. It was one I had never been in before but didn't matter to me I just wanted a drink to calm down a little. I entered and immediately knew why I didn't go to bars much anymore as the sound of what passed for music anymore hit me from a way the hell too loud system. I made a almost dash to the bar and grabbed the first stool available. I ordered my drink and drank about half in one gulp. Wow, tasted so good and now I felt almost human again. LOL I turned around on my stool then to take a look around. It was the usual nondescript bar you see in almost any town. A bar, a few tables and some booths on one side and a couple of pool tables at one end. Didn't see anyone I knew at all so turned back to the bar and started to watch the TV above the back bar that was showing a football game of teams I didn't really care about but it was sports. After about a half hour, I am a slow drinker, I ordered another drink. I had just started it when someone sat down beside me. I turned my head to take a look to see who sat down and was greeted by a huge smile. My mouth dropped open and sure enough it was one of the cable guys from the other day, the first one to be exact. He said hi, how are you doing? I couldn't even speak at first, but my ass and cock immediately both twitched and my cock started to inch up. What the hell is all I could think. He again spoke wanting to know if I remembered him or not? I finally found my voice and told him that I did but the words came out almost garbled. He kind of grinned at my confusion and then leaned towards me and asked how I had enjoyed the other day. I told him it was pretty good. He then said that if I wanted some more to just say the word and he would be glad to oblige and his partner was over playing pool and he was sure he would love to also. He leaned my way again and told me they had talked about it all week long. How they had really enjoyed fucking my virgin hole and filling it up with their toxic juice. It had been a long time since they had had that tight of a hole to use. I was totally flustered by what he was saying and the twitching and feeling in my ass and cock were driving me crazy. He went on to tell me they had got ahold of another guy just a couple of days ago and both had fucked him all night long. He was pretty sure that guy would convert too and laughed good and loud about it. He said they hadn't told that guy they were poz so he would get a big surprise later. I could barely take another sip of my drink as my hand was shaking so much. I said it had been a nice time but I had went to the doctor the next day and was now taking meds to stop the HIV from taking. He was really surprised by that and told me he thought I had enjoyed what we had done and was going to convert since I had also let his bud do me too. He got up then and headed to the back of the bar and I thought that would be the last I saw of him. A few minutes passed and I got up to go to the restroom. I went in and it was small with only two urinals side by side with no partitions. I went to the far one and as I started to take a piss the door opened and the second cable guy came in and up to the other urinal. He pulled that big cock of his out and I could not take my eyes off of it at all. I was done peeing myself but just stood there watching his cock drain. He turned to look at me and then downward where my own cock was now hard and standing straight up almost. I glanced up at him nervously and he smiled and then turned my way as he finished and kind of shook his cock at me. I couldn't help myself as I reached for it and took it in my hand. It started growing as I had to stroke it and soon was at its full size and pointing, it seemed directly at my face. It was beyond me as I leaned forward and took it in my mouth and started to suck it. He moaned and told me that really felt nice and he knew his bud was wrong when he had told him I didn't want them anymore. I sucked him for about 5 minutes and then he pushed me off of it and told me we had better get out of there before someone came in and caught us like that. As we left the toilet he was telling me he just knew I had liked the other day too much to not want more and he sure wanted some more of my nice tight ass. I told him what I had told his bud that I was taking the meds to prevent what they had. He just smiled and told me that he was sure if I would just listen to my own body, that I would go home and dump the meds out and just take their gift and enjoy myself more. I almost collapsed on the bar stool as I was shaking so much and he proceeded back to his pool game. I started to watch the game again and was sipping at my drink again. I hadn't noticed but there were very few people left in the bar now even though it was a ways from closing. As I was just finishing up my drink the two cable guys came up and sat on each side of me. I could hardly gulp the last couple of drops of my drink down with the lump that formed in my throat and the thoughts that flashed through my mind of the other day. They both reached out and put a hand on each of my legs and slowly rubbed their way up to my crotch and then one hand was feeling my balls and the other stroked my cock through my pants. I was immediately hard and almost came in my pants. The first cable guy leaned over and said his bud told him I had sucked him in the restroom and wanted to know if he could get a little head from me too. I could only look at him and nod my head. He said follow us then and I got up and just followed them out like they had a rope on me. They went out and then around to the side of the bar to a stairway going up. The second guy told me they had an apartment right up over the bar and we could do what we wanted to there. I went up the stairs and into their apartment meekly and could not for the life of me say why. It was just a little apartment with a livingroom, kitchen, bathroom and two bedrooms. They led me into the bedroom and one of them started to kiss me and both were taking my and their clothes off as they traded kissing me back and forth between them. As they kissed me they were running their hands all over my body and rubbing my ass and cock. I couldn't help myself it felt so good and so right. Soon the first guy pulled me over to the bed and laid down on it and pulled my head down towards his cock. I found myself crawling up between his legs and soon his cock was deep in my throat and I was sucking him like my life depended on it. As I was doing this the other guy got behind me and soon I felt his mouth and tongue on my ass as he started to work on my hole. I almost jumped to the ceiling when he started that it was so sensitive. My ass and cock were both just almost jumping of their own accord from the sensations he was causing again and soon he was running a finger in and out of my hole while his tongue licked me and he wet my hole with his spit slicking it up. It didn't take long before I could tell he had me opened up more and then two and then three fingers were in my hole again and I was absolutely bouncing and could not hold still. The cable guy I was sucking was hard as nails and moaning and telling me how good it felt. I was sucking and licking and then would lick my way down to his balls and lick and suck them also. As I started to lick my way down to his balls a second time the guy behind me started to rotate his fingers back and forth in my hole more and then I could tell that is felt different again and then it dawned on me that he now had all four of his fingers buried in my ass and was driving me wild with the pressure on my prostrate. He leaned over me as I was sucking on his buddies balls and told me he was going to get his thumb in my too before he fucked me. I gasped at that but didn't move away and came back to the cock and sucked the entire length of it into my mouth and down into my throat as I felt him put his thumb against my hole and push. It was too much and hurt like hell but with a cock buried in my throat and him behind me I couldn't move nor make more than a gasping noise and then I felt his thumb enter me and his fingers probe further than they ever had before. He said omg I bet if I had more lube I would have my whole hand in there. That is such a tight feeling I can't wait to fuck you again. With that he pulled his hand back and I was empty again and found that it was almost unbearable. I needed my hole filled. It was only a few second though and he drove his cock into me, the entire length in one stroke, making me gasp around the cock in my mouth again. He immediately started to pound my hole hard and fast. He leaned over me again and told me that I should have seen my hole when he pulled his hand away, it must have torn it some when he drove that much in me and was bleeding again and he wanted to cum in me while it was there and make sure that my meds could not help. I couldn't move again when he said that but the feeling in my ass made me suck all the harder and then the first guy said I am going to cum and grabbed my head so I couldn't pull back and started to unload in my mouth. As I got the taste of the first cum other than my own my cock erupted too and the load from it was so intense it hit me in the chin. My ass tightened up from my orgasm and the guy in my ass yelled here it cums as he unloaded his toxic cum deep in my ass and shoved into me as hard and deep as he could. We rested for a bit after that and then they traded places and did me again and with almost the same result as before. I now realized that I liked the taste of cum now too but the best was having my ass fucked raw and filled with their hvl cum. We traded around most of the night then and I ended up with 3 loads from each of them in my ass this time. When I finally was able to stagger into my home, I went to my hiding place and grabbed my meds and dumped them down the toilet. I decided that it was way too much fun getting fucked to worry about that again. About 3 weeks later and after meeting up with the cable guys a few more times, I came down with a terrible case of what seemed like the flu. A trip to the doctor showed I was now positive and another test about two more months later confirmed it. Now, I just wonder how I can break it to my wife and then I also wonder if I should tell her and maybe one time she will break down and let me fuck her again? Who knows what will happen now.

Oscar replaced Richard and his fingering was scratching my hole to make it bleed. Richard brought the cup of cum and ass juice and told me to drink up. As nasty as it looked before the slam I swallowed it all and licked the cup. Next Richard soaked a jockstrap with poppers and held it to me face and as I flew Oscar ripped me open. ----------------------------------- Sometime later I was able to focus and remember a guy no older than me who was fucking me. He looked like a frat or jock college guy. I was amazed how fit and young he was and thought only older guys wanted whore boys. He wasn't white nor black but he was so hot and good looking, sort of a young Derek Jeter and his eyes were beautiful. "I can't believe your ass is still tight after Oscar pounded you. Do you like when they hurt you?" "I want to make them happy and if a man enjoys hurting me then I want them to hurt me. But I don't want to get really hurt. What do you like?" "As long as I can fuck a tight hole and shoot my cum in that hole I'm happy and since I already came once in your ass I plan to fuck you for a while more and then shoot it you again." "Your slow but long and deep fucking feels so good. I could enjoy this all night" "My name is Drew and I know your Tommy. You don't remember me do you?" "Sorry I keep drifting when they slam me." "I don't mean from tonight but from school. We never actually met but you were friends with the guy in the next dorm room from me, Anthony" "Yes I remember you now. I can't believe your here and your fucking me." "Anthony didn't think you were gay. I can't wait to tell him. He always wanted your ass" "So you know why friend George?" "Everyone knows George." "I'm staying with him for the next couple of weeks if you want to try to get together and bring Anthony." "Oh yeah, you're a real whore now. You want Anthony to cream your hole too?" "I dreamed many times that he got in my room and fucked me while I was passed out. And I hope to find a friend or two from my past." "Anthony would love to get together then we can put sleeping pills in your drink and when you pass out both of us will take turns on your ass" All of a sudden I started to feel something and realized it was the same as when Big John had fucked me and that I was going to cum soon. I told Drew and he stopped fucking to make sure I didn't cum. A few moments later he started again but went faster and told me he was going to breed me again. I begged him to breed me and he held me tight as his cum shot in me. Drew told me he'd call Anthony and then get in touch with George soon and he walked away. A guy who fucked me early came over and said, "I told you I'd be back." I remembered he came really fast and spit in my mouth and liked my locked cock. He asked where George or Richard were as Richard walked up behind him and startled the guy. I couldn't hear what they said but I saw Richard pull a key out of his pocket and hand it to the guy. The guy then turned to me and told me how he liked boys in chastity and asked if it was just for tonight or did I want to stay locked and I said it was my first time but I liked it and wanted to stay locked. He then pulled out a smaller chastity cage and told me if I wanted to be locked I should be in the smallest cage that fits and he started to remove the one I was wearing and then squeezed the smaller one on me. My cock looked smaller than Bobby's! I thanked him and after giving the key back to Richard told me to remember that I wanted it later. Richard gave me another drink and then slammed me again and I don't remember anything else until I woke up the next day.

There were eyes all over Paul as he made his way through the dark corridors of the sauna. Hands reached out to touch his tight body, and he gripped to towel for dear life. The sound of fucking screamed through the air, over a dull club anthem playing quietly in the background. He turned a corner, and saw an older man coming towards him. He was thin, worn, and he stopped in his tracks as he saw Paul. Paul could see the man's dick hardening, and he motioned to Paul to follow him. Paul wouldn't have looked at him twice, but it turned him on that the man was getting excited at the sight of him. He followed the man into a small cabin. The man immediately ran his hands over Paul's amazing body, moaning and kissing lightly as he went along. 'Fuck me', Paul said. He turned to face the wall and dropped the towel, putting his ass out slightly, inviting the man. Paul put his head down and began to play with his dick, and he could feel the man moving towards him. The man let out an almighty orgasmic moan, and Paul felt hot loads of cum cover his back and ass cheeks. He turned around as load after load was pumping, now covering his tight stomach. The guy had got too excited and his cock had exploded before he even got near Paul's ass. Paul giggled as the man recovered himself. The man walked over to him, grabbing his face and pushing him against the wall. 'You had a lucky escape boy,' he said, and brushed the twink's body one last time with his hands. He turned to exit the cabin, and it wasn't until that point that Paul had noticed the biohazard tattoo on his back. 'Cool tattoo,' Paul thought. 'I wonder what it is?' He wrapped himself back in his towel, and made his way back into the dark halls of the sauna.

Booze up and popper up and you'll turn into a total slut. Works for me!

The skin on skin feeling that condoms can never recreate. Also, just feeling as close to a man that I can feel and knowing that I am truly making a man feel good, as no man really enjoys fucking with a condom on.

Awesome made me blow hard

Take some drugs & lose those inhibitions

I'm glad you have a decent outlook on things. One thing however is that for many people a delayed reaction to the news is very real. Because you have had a decent idea for a while I doubt this will be you but it can happen. As for everything else, I STRONLY recommend going on treatment asap. Especially if you are having sex outside of you relationship. HIV criminalization is a real thing, and newly infected with a high viral load you could easily infect someone else, even if you are bottoming. I just posted this in another forum so it does happen. Additionally there are cases where people say they have been notified and later press charges so I wouldn't trust anyone who says they want to get pozzed. https://breeding.zone/topic/30652-yet-another-hiv-transmission-arrest/ Its also be proven to be the best course of action for newly infected people. Because you know how recently you were infected, immediate treatment may drastically reduce the amount of side effects later in life. Best of luck and take care of yourself.

Night of Sauna Conquest: Part 8 As four entered the room and each taking up place around me in the sling. My imagination went wild. The buzz of the ecstasy was in full effect. Hearing them put down there bags the first of them said. “look at this piggy hole. Nice rosebud puckering out”. My ass twitched and my hole opened up wider. Another spoke up “don’t think he’ll need the toys with a cunt like that” to the third then saying “lets start”. The guy at my butt was now fingering my seeded hole. “Damn he’s got four fingers in him already” came from the guy behind. With that I let out a moaning groan of approval. The guy with his fingers in my butt reached into his bag. Bringing out a big squirt bottle of lube. As he squeezed the lube on to my puckering hole and the wrest of his hand. Lubing his hand and wrist with the lube. His hand made its movement forward. First the four fingers then his thumb. As he got his thumb round and hand into position my ass glided over the knot my rosebud opening to swallow his hand and wrist. With a push his hand was in and he was now working his hand round my cum filled hole. Slowly he found where he was going inside of me. His big hand and fingers now finding there way to the inner sphincter. Pulling back some till his wrist came out. He add more lube to his wrist and arm getting it ready for the next push. Soon he was pushing forward again. My inner sphincter giving to the four fingers as his wrist and part of fore arm went in my hole. He worked his thumb round in me and slowly my inner sphincter gave, his hand slide further up my gut. “That’s a good pig” came from one of the guys watching. As I adjusted to the new feeling of depth that was been forced up my hole the seed in me dripping round the hand that was forcing it further forward. A cry of joy came from my mouth “Oh yeah” as more of the hand found its way pressing forward. “You certainly are one good pig” came from behind. As he pulled his hand back inside me feeling myself again on the thick solid wrist. A rush soon filled the void as his hand moved forward. My ass opened and took what it could and soon I was moaning as I felt my ass spread even wider than before. More of his hand moved forward deeper into my gut. And with that I heard a big hocking sound as if one wanted to spit. My ass puckered out again and I slide further up the forearm. A sudden wetness as I felt spit been spat over my hole and the arm in it. “Great fucking pig” came from the guy fisting me. “You’re a seasoned fist taker lets see how far you can go”. Came from the one watching on that hadn’t said anything. With that there was a bit of movement in the room. Another had gone round and I could feel him rubbing my ass lips with the tips of his fingers. As he lubed his hand to join the guy already in me. The guy fisting my hole pulled back his hand till it was just on his wrist.. the second guy now rubbed his hands against the puckered hole opening on the wrist. “Lets see how you take this” with that a sudden push occurred my hole gasped and a cry of “fuck” came out my mouth. Soon the two hands where pounding away in my hole and as id get further up the wrist on each I was bellowing “wreck my hole”. As they worked in unison punching my gut I had a tremendous new experience both hands had come out and now rammed back in my open hole. As they reached as far as they could go together they pulled out together leaving my hole gasping. “I think he’s ready” came from one and the second one chipped in. “he’ll need to see what we do to him so hes going to have to change positions”. Soon I was out of the sling feeling very wobbly on my feet I got into the position on the sling. As I hung my ass over the edge and had my feet put into the stirrups. I could see in the mirror my rose budded hole. I soon had a gag been fitted to my mouth and told “you’ll be needing it”. Now in place I saw what my next torment was it was a toilet brush. And as it was shown to me I could see some dried blood through out the bristles. “this has been up many a poz hole” “now its going up your hole” came from the guy showing it to me. With that he proceeded around to my hole brushing the toilet brush over my sweaty skin. Until he was in place. As he got down and rubbed the head of the toilet brush up against my gasping hole. “you’ll get a real charge out of this” came from one of the others. The bottle of lube was again squirted over my gaping hole. And more on the brustles as the guy worked the lube through the brush. As the first of the bristles brushed my wall. I felt the urge to speak but the gag in my mouth prevented me from gasping a word out. I brought my bottle of poppers up and took a huge inhale. A red glow in my eyes took place and as I lost myself in my vision the sensation at my hole took over. Slowly the head of the brush vanished as I concentrated on the new sensation. My vision returning to view what was happening in the mirror. My hole started to feel each of the strands move inside as more of the toilet brush was pushed inside my gut. Seeing the pain in my face as more bristles pushed in. I took a hit of the popper. The feeling in my hole was burning. As the brush continued its movement forward. Soon I felt the last of the bristles at the edge of my hole. As I cried out in grief. The gag muffling my words. My hole puckered open and with a twisting sensation the bristles gave way of there hold and the brush now moved deeper inside my sphincter. My torment felt like it went on for ages but in reality was only minutes. The brushing moving forward and back. Been twisted. The sensation I was going through had my hole on fire. I soon was screaming and a sweat pouring from skin. I couldn’t help as I pushed the brush out of my hole. Three quarters of the bristles came out and as my ass pouted on the rest. I heard “work is done” from one of them. As they guy that had been pushing the brush into my hole stood up. I took one more hit of the popper. The last of the bristled brush was pushed out. “Good pig” was said as I heard the brush hit the floor. My hole gasped and puckered out the rosebud. My torturer now stood with his hard cock at my hole. Slamming in his cock I could feel the damage to my ass lining. My hole a wreck the pounding of my hole started. His cock felt numb in my hole as he rammed in and out and I was muffling my cry through the gag. I could see the blood on his cock as he slid in and out and as the fire in my hole continued a dry sensation took over. My hole again was clasping and I could feel the cock pounding in. It wasn’t a huge cock. But it was certainly thick and as I gained my composure my ass clasped hard on his cock head. I had a terrifying moment of pain as his thrust forward drove his cock in and let out his load. “Fuck me pig” “im filling you” came from earlier torturer. As his dick went limp in my tortured hole he pulled himself from my freshly seed hole. “Well done pig” and ”who’s going next” came from my torturer.

hey guys. Had been checking bbrt and seeing who was about all day yesterday getting horned up and gagging, looking at all the cock and breeding pics on Twitter. Decided I'd pop down to a local London bar with a big darkroom - Vault on Whitfield St for you fellow Londoners. It was chucking it down with rain when I left to go there so wasn't sure if there would be many guys there, but an ad on bbrt saying I was would take any load had been up for about an hour. The rest is a bit of a blur. I stripped off, put my clothes in the cloakroom, got a beer, wandered round the dark rooms winding corridors for a bit then just decided to bend over on a oil canister in the middle of the room. Straight away there was a cock in me. A group slowly gathered round encouraging the guy - about 50, Italian I think, with what turned out to be a big, thick monster. He dumped in me virtually straight away but carried on fucking me. We went to one of the cabins and he put me on the bed. There were some noises of pleasure but I wasn't sure if he'd cum again or not. Still he carries on. Guys are leaning over the top of the door watching as he wanks and sticks it in deep to dump. I hadn't realised but turns out I took 4 loads off him and he still wanted to give me more. I go back into the main room, to let the Italian catch his breath promising him he can have my ass again later. I get on my knees with my ass facing out, a few guys have a look but move on, then a cock goes in me and I hear the slurp of all the jizz fart out of the guys cock. He says you fucking whore and his mate sucks my ass loads off his cock, they take turns and both dump. the crowd that's gathered round starts taking turns and I just keep getting load after load dumped in me. Then I manage to get into one of the gloryhole cubicles, these are always very popular and you have to queue up. A nice thick cock comes thru which I suck until it's hard then turn round and get it keep up me. I can hear the guy making tell tales noises from the other cubicle and sure enough I've got more fresh bollock juice in me. There's some fucking going on in the corridor outside the gloryhole so I join in and getting another 2 very quickly. I go into one of the cabins agin with a black guy who was in the corridor and he sucks seed out my cunt and kisses me while his long thin dick goes in. He's a gentle fuck, not really what I'm after, but I get the load. He then tries to fist his load deeper up me. That would normally be fine but he has gloves on and with only spunk for lube that ain't gonna work. The main dark room is quite full now and there's another bottom getting his ass passed around. Cute guy too, he had fucked me briefly earlier. I'm on my knees with my ass in the air again and random guys are sticking their cock in me, I can hear and feel the jizz running out my cumhole and guys are gathered round talking about the amount of cum in me and what a whore I am. I definitely get another 2 or 3 loads. I need a cigarette so decide it's time to leave. Work night and all. I don't know how many loads I took but it was well over 10, prob around 15. This is the sluttiest I've ever been and it was suck a hot time. Can't stop thinking about all that seed in me. On the bus home I could smell myself, sweat and spunk and asshole. Walking home from the bus stop I couldn't stop myself farting and it was like a waterfall coming out of me. It was all over my arse, trousers and gushing down my legs. I stuck my fingers up once I got home and loads more comes out, sticky sweet mess that I lick up off my hand. I pout a glass of wine and relax on the sofa thinking that would be it, but at least another 4 loads worth shoot out before I go to bed - I'm beginning to think it was more like 20 loads! My max load count before last night was 8 - about 3 months ago in the same club. Feel like suck a slut today

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.

Part 9 Cum. Sweat. Lube. Before I came to this place, they were all things I would have said I never wanted in my mouth. Yet when I pushed my tongue into the hole of the guy in the sling, I tasted all three and thought it was the greatest thing in the world. He let out a moan as I licked at his hole, and from behind me, I heard the skinheads approval too. I felt him move in, and when his hand appeared on my head, he shoved my face in that that I was right up against the ass, penetrating it as far as my tongue would go. I'd never rimmed anyone before, but he seemed perfectly content with the way I moved my tongue and lips. “I think this kids a bit of a cum addict!” The skinhead said as he held my head still, not letting me pull away. My jaw and tongue were beginning to hurt, but I didn't stop my actions. My cock was twitching between my legs, bouncing and wanting to be used. The guy in the sling made a noise of agreement in between his general moans and whimpers. “Let's give him a bit more...” And with that, I found my head pulled away from the ass, and before I could tell what was happening, the skinheads thick, pierced cock was in my mouth. Instinct took over, though I had no idea what to do with the piercing. I danced my tongue around his dick as he shoved it right to the back of my throat. It made me gag, but that didn't stop him, he kept hold of my head and thrust repeatedly into my mouth. I sucked and licked as best I could, though I figured that most of the pleasure he was getting was from his own actions, rather than mine. I could hear him moaning above me, along with the guy in the sling. I glanced to my side briefly to see that the skinhead had several fingers inside the sling guys ass, twisting in and out, keeping the hole loose. I could also see cum still leaking out around his hole and onto the penetrating fingers. With each thrust, my throat seemed to gag more, and I was certain that I couldn't take much more of it without losing my stomach, but the skinhead seemed to be able to recognise the signs. Just as it was getting too much, he pulled out. My mouth didn't stay empty long though, as he switched his cock with his hand. As the pierced dick stabbed balls deep into the loose ass in the sling, cum-coated fingers pushed their way into my mouth. Instinctively, I continued sucking, tasting the cum and licking at the fingers. “Good fucking boy!” I heard from above, and the skinheads voice had become like a deep growl. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed, his face screwed up, almost as if he were in pain, but the moans he made made it obvious what was happening. With one last howling moan, and an 'Oh fuck yeah!' from the guy in the sling, I saw the skinheads body convulse. I could tell that cum was pumping into into the guys ass, and even saw it as the skinhead pulled his dick out just enough that I could see his cock twitch with each pump. “Get ready for this, boy.” He said, breathless, as his fingers curled up in my hair, taking hold of my head. After he thrust into the guy a few more times, he pulled out his cock and in the same second, shoved my face back into the freshly fucked asshole. I tasted the fresh cum in my mouth and salivated. I heard moaning as the cum continued leaking into my mouth. I licked and lapped at the hole, but after a moment,I found my head pulled away again. The order to 'clean it off' came from above, and the pierced cock found its way back into my mouth, still semi-hard. I obeyed – not that I had a choice – sucking and licking clean the dick, removing all traces of cum from it. “Good boy.” I heard from the skinhead. “Good fucking boy.” Once the dick was clean again, he let me go. Only then did I notice how much of a crowd had built up around us. From where I was kneeling, it almost looked like an endless sea of guys, of all shapes and sizes, all with their cocks out, seemingly waiting for me. It was only then that I felt any amount of awareness of where I was or what I was doing, and when the skinhead held out his hand for me, what little common sense I had left kicked back in. I took his hand and let him help me up. All the action had caused my towel to slip off me, and I quickly squabbled to get it wrapped around me, though it was made impossibly difficult to actually get on properly by my now completely hard cock. I actually heard some tuts and grumbles of complaint as the skinhead led me away from the slingroom. I took one last look over my shoulder at all the horny guys that had been getting off on watching me, and for a moment, felt an almost overwhelming desire to stay.

I pulled up in front of Tommy's apartment and he jumped right in and as I sped away I handed him the knockout pills and without a word being said he took them. When I first started chatting with Tommy I never expected this but believe me that when a twink jock cherry boy tells me I can do whatever I want then I'm going to fulfill my fantasies too. I told him to remove his shorts and throw them out the window and I was amazed he did it without hesitation proving he was ready. When we met previously he told me he was a virgin but did jerk off however couldn't find privacy often and hadn't cum in nearly a month. I told him if he wanted me to make him a whore he couldn't jerk off again until we got together. Now without his shorts i could see the front of his jockstrap was soaked which told me he obeyed but I asked him when he last came and he said a few weeks before we met. I told him he was as good boy and to close his eyes and and to go to sleep and he soon passed out. Watching him sleep so innocently made my cock drip knowing what we were so going to do to him. Two hours later we pulled off the highway and another half hour later we arrived at my friend Tom's farmhouse. The guys heard me pull up and soon a dozen studs were on the porch watching me and Tom carry our guest into the house. The party had started earlier and they already had a couple of whore boys to play with but everyone held back waiting for me and Tommy to arrive. The pills should wear off soon and we put Tommy in a sling while we waited. Once we saw his start to come around I put a rubber strap on his arm and found a vein as he opened his eyes. He started to look around the room and I let him see and hear what was happening to the other boys and to know it would happen to him soon too. Oscar was a pimp we knew that liked dealing with white twink boys and loved breaking them in with his black ten inch cock that looked more like a fucking rolling pin it was so thick and straight. He stood next to me and when Tommy turned towards me he gasped when he saw Oscar's tool. "Tommy are you ready to become the whore that you know you are?" I asked him. "Are you ready for me and my friends, like Oscar here, to use you like a ragdoll?" Tommy clearly was nervous and didn't answer right away so I told him to wait a minute before answering as I pushed the needle in his arm and drew back turning the contents red and then pushed it all into his vein. One of the other guys wiped the injection site and even put a bandaid on him as I removed the strap and told Tommy what to expect.

These stories are all HOT. Thanks for sharing! Very well written, direct, and dead sexy. Love the play with POZ guys. A Nurse should know better than to fuck a POZ guy bare, and him doing it is all that much hotter!

I am always shocked that there are bitter queens on some sites who have to pass judgment on others by calling them sluts for using PrEP. They act like having sex is a moral or ethical issue. If anyone ever starts spouting such puritanical nonsense in my direction, I immediately dismiss them.

Telling me he usually bottoms.....

pretty good breeding and hot talk http://biobears.tumblr.com/post/94405444495/biobears-real-breeding-and-halfhearted-felching

For me it depends on who im fucking and where. If I'm in a bath house i almost never disclose because no one asks and no one typically cares. if they care they usually insist on a condom and I end up taking off the condom or breaking it anyways. However, I am hiv negative since my last test (and thinking of going on PrEP soon) so when it comes to hooking up with guys that I sense might be hesitant to barebacking I will usually disclose my status because it will make them more comfortable to the idea of bareback. However, there has been some times where I have lied to some slutty bug chasers and told them that I was poz because poz talk is HOT and just because im Neg doesnt mean that I dont like participating in the fantasy of pozzing up a hot little fuckhole.

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

Part 2: The Predators Start the Feast You might think Ricky doesn’t give a shit about his boys, but in truth, he loves them. That’s why he always fucks his boys last after everyone else has gotten their turn, impregnating the wasted body he owns. He kisses me like a romantic lover, protects me like a father, and fucks me like a master. But business is business; he’s a dealer in holes and the customer is always right. And he makes sure his property knows his place. He walks over to me slowly, and the men part around me. My moaning slows to a hurried pant, and I slowly realize from my daze that Ricky is approaching me. He gently pulls me to him by the throat, and I look up into his dark, loveless eyes. My mouth hangs open, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His square jaw, sharp, dark features, and deep frown glares back down at me. Bending down to meet my lips with his, he pours the bong smoke into me. It’s still so thick that I cough instantly, my lungs not fully recovered from the monster hit I just took. I was getting worried about how high I was getting, now not fully able to walk and my body feeling too relaxed and tired. I was still outrageously horny, thirsting for more hands, more tongue, and some cock... but I also wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep in the sling. “Yo Buster, come give this boy some uppers,” Ricky said, still holding me. I leaned in on him. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and I rested my face against his hairy chest. Two large hands with thick fingers clutched my ribs and glided down to my ass, where his grip tightened. And then I felt beard on my crack and just the cold tip of a tongue tickle my hole. I moaned as my arms and torso crawled with goosebumps from sheer pleasure. Buster was a large black man, about the same size as John. He had a stern, unsmiling face, nipple piercings, and wore a leather harness. He was the real deal. Ricky turned me over to him. Buster took off my wifebeater and wrapped my left arm with a tourniquet. My heart raced as I felt my arm tighten. The guy rimming me stopped and guided me to a small stool. I sat down slowly. Just now, I realized that the men in the room had closed in on me a little. The jock handed Buster a syringe. “All loaded. Trust me, there’s enough T in that to keep the little bitch awake all night and maybe all of tomorrow night too,” the jock said, chuckling. Buster tapped the needle and gave it a small pump. My hole twitched. Alcohol. Cotton ball. “Make a fist.” I have a huge, plump vein running all down my left forearm that bulged when the alcohol smoothed its way over. Buster aimed the needle straight into it, pressing it just enough to get a bit of blood swirling back into the point to make sure he struck gold. I was now fully awake, my heart about to beat out of my chest. The moment before the slam never stops getting exciting. My eyes were fixated on the point and his movement. Buster pressed down and slowly released the chemical solution into my blood. Once it was cleared, he unbuckled the tourniquet, which snapped off instantly. The blood went straight to my face and the chemical taste hit my throat as well as a coughing fit as harsh as the one from the bong. Wow. I was truly in heaven while in hell. Everything, everything in the whole world and all of the parts of my being condensed and was swallowed into a tight black hole between my legs. I felt incredible as I felt the devil’s energy rush through me and I quickly climbed into the sling, spread my legs as wide as I could, thrust my head back and unleashed a huge sigh of relief. My legs and smooth body suddenly looked incredibly sexy to myself, and the men around me were handsome hunks that exuded a musk of intense sexual desire, ruthlessness, and sadism. Each and every one of them wanted to breed me, letting their warm seed churn inside me and maybe even impregnate me with a virus. I wanted to offer my pure, youthful body to the degrading ritual about to befall me. “Look. At. That. Boy!” one of the men groaned, unzipping his pants. “Should we give him a booty bump before we start? I just love seeing this slut get FUCKED up! Look at him squirm trying to get his legs into the stirrups!” “Nah, we don’t want him to overdose.” “The fuck do you care?” “You break it, you buy it,” Ricky said calmly. “Do whatever you want to him, but if anything happens to my hustler, you’re all gonna owe me a lot more than $20.” I was all the more turned on knowing what I was worth. $20 barely covered the drugs. My holes were being rented out for much less. The men put down the pipes and the bong. They were ready to get the party started. I heard a collective sound of zippers from all directions. The stench of their cocks and balls filled the room. Some were well-trimmed, others were hairy. Some were quite small, others were as big as Billy Glide’s meat. My heart beat as fast as a racehorse in anticipation of my first cock. Incredible how meth can make even your resting heart rate this high. The guy who called dibs on me earlier was short (maybe 5’5”), stocky, bald, and wore a tight polo around his muscular body. He looked like he’d be one of the funny guys at the office, and I recognized his voice as one of the more verbal ones talking dirty about me to the other guys while I was getting fucked up and groped. His cock was average size, very well-shaped, and clean-looking, a good one to loosen my hole up and keep it warm for the others. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto the stirrups. The sling was actually very wide and my legs strained to be spread so far apart. He rubbed a few drops of lube on his dick and around my hole. My hole was being stretched too, and I could feel a cold breeze against the opening. “Mmmm, bon appetit,” he said as he pressed his mushroom head against my sticky ass. The pink lining of my ass instantly expanded and swallowed his meat as I felt an indescribable pleasure strike through my body. Then, he slammed his dick into my body and I felt it stab through my guts. I yelped and my body instinctively bucked, but I was held in place by the sling. And then, I could only feel pleasure as every single nerve in my body became its own sweet spot, and I begged for him to keep fucking me. “YES!” he yelled triumphantly as his balls hit my ass and the tip of his dick struck the deepest corner of my rectum it could reach. He sounded kind of like an avid fan screaming when his team scores a goal. The other men hooted, woofed, and cheered him on. The guys were now relaxing while jacking their dicks. Some of them lit up cigarettes and smoked while they watched the guy fuck me. “How does that hole feel, man?” “Aw man,” the guy fucking me groaned, pulling back out and this time gently thrusting into me, savoring the friction between his cock and the insides of my pussy. “So... so tight! I don’t think I can last long!” “Look at him,” John sneered derisively. “He’s looking up at you with those puppy eyes. You better show him no mercy before he thinks you’re makin’ love to ‘im or somethin’.” I realized I was almost in tears from pleasure, every cell in my body worshipping his cock and the feeling of it inside me. While he fucked me, he was a God to me. My entire existence was for his trivial pleasure. “Oh, we’re not making love,” he said. Suddenly, his pace quickened and he started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick jammed into my sweet spot over and over again and my toes curled and uncurled. The sling shook back and forth violently. “OH, OH FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! OH!” I cried. My dick was entirely soft from the drugs. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust made a sound like his penis was grinding meat. And it was – he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. He probably was. “Someone shut the bitch up and stick a dick in his mouth!” A middle-aged man with grey pubic hair and a massively thick cock slapped my cock with his face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and panted like a dog wanting food. Then, he slid his dick down his throat. And further and further down he went, until his dick actually hit the chemical tasting part of my throat. I was about to have a gag reflex as tears instantly welled up in my eyes and my throat churned loudly, but he slid his dick out just in time. Just as I was about to gasp for breath, the top leaned forward and thrust so deep into me that it felt like he hit my stomach. The drugs completely numbed me to the pain and all I could feel was an intensified orgasm in every nerve. The top’s cock stayed there, throbbing, then brutally thrust in once more. Suddenly, the inside of my ass filled with heat, and I felt thick wads of hot cum spill out of my ass as he stabbed me a third time. “OH! OH GO-,” I screamed in, but before I could finish, the grey daddy shoved his cock into my mouth and muffled my screams. As the top slipped his dick out he spat on me and said... “God can’t hear you now.” The men howled with laughter. “Next,” Ricky said. Continued in Part 3

Confessions are good for the soul. As an ordained minister, and yes, even a preacher’s kid, I have often been in conflict with my true self. I haven’t fed by sexual hungers like they should have been fed. Now at 44, I’m feeling an overwhelming need to just say fuck it, and spread my legs and become a cum dump. Even those times when I would let myself go, I was a condom nazi. No way would I let anyone deliberately bareback me, it just wasn’t a risk I wanted to take. There was the one guy who bred me, but I will never know if it was intentional or accidental, i.e., I do not know if he intentionally caused the rubber to fail or if it broke by accident and he kept on fucking until his sperm was deep inside me. Still negative, though. Things began changing about a month and a half ago when I encountered a story on nifty.org: Black Man in the Grey Morning. If left me with a hunger to read about riskier sexual behaviors and made me even wonder about chem sex. Googling the author’s email address, lead me to this site. I haven’t even bothered to read the stories on nifty since finding this site, although I have not given into or fed this new hunger, yet. I know it will only be a matter of time at this point. It’s easy to imagine some unscrupulous “stealther” finding me on A4A (profile: xfanguy) and him encouraging me to hang out with him and his friends, who I do not realize is POZ. They’re encouraging me take more and more sexual risks until I come down with the fuck flu. While I have no interesting tales of bareback or chem-fueled fucking, I thought I might share a rather tame blog entry I wrote a few years ago, in case anyone wanted to use it for the basis of a story about what they would do to a Preacher or Preacher’s Kid if they lured him into this scene, and once they had him helpless, took incredible advantage of converting him into a cum dump. Feel free to tell a story based on this blog entry, and fed that growing hunger within me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally scratched another item off the bucket list yesterday! So, I've always had this fantasy about being tied down, blindfolded, and force edged. Yesterday, I finally got to experience that dream. I met a guy online that goes by the handle of Edge Controller (will be referred to as EC from now on) several weeks ago. He read my profile on a site whose name I will not mention. He contacted me and told me he could make my dream a reality as he planned to be traveling through my area in a matter of weeks. In discussing with EC over the next few weeks, I learned that he had been restraining men and edging them for the past 10 years. It's a hobby he's very passionate about and you can hear the love he has for it in talking to him. Prior to our encounter, EC instructed me not to cum for 4 days. By day 3, this had become total torture. My cock was always hard and oozing pre-cum like a mofo! As will discuss later, I am a heavy pre-cumer. So anyway, I cleared yesterday afternoon for play with EC. He was late getting off from Sarasota, so our ETA of 2 pm became 3 pm. He had me meet him at some sleazy, rundown, no-tell motel. It was kind of scary actually. Looked like a place where drug deals happened 24/7 and looked like lots of prostitution. Probably full of meth heads! Anyway, by the time I was restrained, video cameras set-up (don't even think of asking), and I was blindfolded, it was about 3:30 pm. The games began. First, once I was blindfolded, EC started by taking pix of my oozing hard cock. He hadn't touched my cock and I was oozing precum in streams. I saw the pix at the end of the night, and it was pretty damn impressive. I wish I could describe what happened stroke for stroke, but let's be real, we did this for hours. EC would take me up to the edge of orgasm and back down over and over again. Occasionally, he would give me popper hits that totally sent me into a sexual frenzy. IT was absolutely amazing being tied down and helpless as another person did to my cock what he desired. As EC remarked, it didn't take him long to get me to the edge since my cock was so starved for attention after being denied relief for 4 days. Sometime after 6 pm, EC asked if I could do him a favor. He wanted us to go grab a bite to eat since he had not eaten all day. I really don't know the exact time, but he was using a 2-hr video tape in one of his cam's and the first session had already consumed that tape. EC selected BK as a quick place to grab a bite. We headed there and were back somewhere around 7. We immediately resumed our "play" after he inserted another 2-hr tape into that one cam. He changed up the play this time by having me call up a bate conference line. He wanted other people to hear me gooning as he was edging me. It was totally fucking hot talking to strangers, when I could, about being restrained and edged. My droid was beside me and bluetooth headpiece was in my ear during this half of the session. This session was more intense as he wanted me closer to the edge for longer periods of time than the previous half. Again, it was totally fucking amazing. After edging me for a while, EC discovered one of my "differences" from other guys. When edging, if I get too close to passing the point of no return without crossing it, I squirt out a clear wad of pre-cum just like it was an orgasm. He was surprised by the size of the wad and the distance it shot. He thought I had actually cum until he noted that the wad was totally clear. In discussing with him in mid-bate, I discovered in his 10 years of edging men, he has only encountered one other individual that shots wads of pre-cum. Before our session was through, he had one more of my pre-cum wads shoot. At one point, EC decided to give me a hit of the Amsterdam poppers (I had two bottles, Blue Boy and Amsterdam). Amsterdam feels like an immediate explosion in me while Blue Boy is more subtle but creeps up on me. After the hit, EC went crazy on my cock. It was unbelievable. It was past ecstasy. I warned that I was close, but he had taken his hand off my cock sensing my closeness, this is when EC got another surprise, seconds after he removed his hand, my cock started oozing loads of cum in a ruined orgasm. Neither of us expected that since his hand was removed before crossing the point of no return. For those unfamiliar with a ruined orgasm, in it's simplest sense, it is an unsatisfactory orgasm, i.e., I felt what seemed like several weak shots but I did not have the accompanying feeling of an orgasm. Later I learned from EC that this first load of cum was huge. Not surprising considering I hadn't shot a load in 4 days. This RO did not deter EC in the least, he kept working my cock. Before you know it, I was gooned out on total bliss. EC would occasionally feed me more popper hits, but he decided to switch to Blue Boy given the RO that resulted after the hit of Amsterdam. I lost track of time, somewhere along the way, I had yet another ruined orgasm. I felt the squirts but not the accompanying pleasure or satisfaction from an orgasm. EC kept pumping. At times, during the sessions, EC had me totally crazed, i.e, I was thrashing against my bonds, making god knows how much noise. Finally, EC gave me another Blue Boy popper hit. As he was letting the poppers build up, he kept repeating, this is it, this is it. I totally let myself go and rode the edge as long as possible, thrashing, groaning like some animal, heaving breathes, until I finally crossed over into a fucking amazing orgasm. This was my third load of cum since we resumed our play. I felt a shot hit my upper left shoulder blade, a shot landed on my right cheek near my nose, and EC later told me shots went above my head onto the pillows behind me - and this was my smallest cum of the night. I don't know exactly how long our session was. EC kept lightly massaging my cock, stroking parts of my body, etc. for a long time after I shot. By the time I was released from the restraints, we had exhausted yet another 2-hr tape. EC told me that I was a fucking cum factory the way I kept popping load after load. He couldn't decide to count the pre-cum shots which were 2 or just the cum shots which were 3. Depending on how you want to count it, I shot either 5 or 3 times while my cock was under his control. It was sometime after 9 pm when I left. I have to admit that I thoroughly enjoyed my first forced edging experience and look forward to doing it again!

It is actually a grieving process. It takes time. I think for me it happened in phases. It is probably still going on. I no longer think about it all the time. One of the most important moments that lead to acceptance for me, was when I actually asked myself "would I do it over again?" I could not be a victim when I knew the honest answer was "yes". I can't say it was worth it, but I do know I would do again. Just keep an attitude that everything happens for a reason. Maybe you can't or won't have certain experiences now that you are poz, but you will also be opened up to new people and experiences that you would not have if you were not positive.

I like to thonk of them as lube packets.

A tip for those in Europe: Playa del Ingles on Gran Canaria. GC belongs to Spain but is located off the coast of Morocco. Year around sunshine. Playa del Ingles (PDI) is the gay mecca there.There is a gay resort which advertises as a hedonist place: Basement Studios. Very small but you can register as a day visitor. Open from 09am until 9pm and the outdoor and indoor fucking goes on all 12 hours. They have outdoor slings, fucktable, gloryholes, darkrooms. Most take condoms and poppers when they go to the cruising area but the condoms are seldom used. Mostly more mature crowd. Across the road is the shopping center where most of the gay bars are. At night anything goes there. Some bars have a dress code (naked or jockstrap only). Around the corner is Reds club. Also naked and guys fucking all over the place. Email me if you want more information. I am going to live there ;-)

Wow bberik, those are really good photos! Are you a professional photographer? They're excellent. I didn't log in for weeks, but I would've shown you around the Heath and to the Fuck Tree. I'm probably not your type (rather large transvestite) but we could have had a good chat anyway. Thanks for your efforts with the photos though, you'd done a sterling job on showing other guys how to get to the Fuck Tree. Brenda xx