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I sat sipping whisky, my ass sore, and with a deep feeling of sick satisfaction while a fine load of AIDS cum seeped out of my ass into my shorts. The guy that made the deposit sat across the bar sipping his drink, a smug look on his face. It's not every day an AIDS troll gets to pass his disease to a neg bottom. The geolocator on BBRT showed a top in the area that looked hot, a possible source of dirty, sick, deadly sex. The guy looked to be fucking hot, dirty, sick, literally. He called himself AIDSgftr. He was in his fifties, had been poz for twenty plus years, never on meds, and was highly infectious. I wanted his evil load. His pics clearly showed his sickness, wasted face and body, swollen belly, a few Kaposi's spots, but his cock was magnificent: long, hard, thick, uncut and drooling, a large PA that was sure to rip my ass open. I'd been a bugchaser for years, had taken several poz loads but none had taken, I was still neg. The sick thrill I got when some faggot pumped high VL HIV positive cum pumped into my guts had worn off quite a lot as the loads never had taken. It seemed I couldn't get infected. But as I knew that full blown guys had very high viral loads, soaring to astronomical as they neared death, taking a highly infectious AIDS load from a disease-riddled troll like AIDSgftr would be the ultimate in death bound bugchasing. I tracked him to a sleazy dive in a deserted block, all vacant lots or boarded up rattraps. The place was a magnificent example of a bottom feeder's dream, Not that old for the area, maybe from the fifties, cheaply built to start and gone downhill for 60 years. There were a half dozen old derelicts sitting at the bar. I took a seat and got a shot of bourbon. Now the AIDSgftr was very near me. BBRT showed him within 30 feet. An email popped. It had a couple of pics attached. "I'd love to fuck your neg ass and infect you with HIV, give you my AIDS. I'm full blown AIDS, and if I fuck you, I'll infect you. You know you want it. I will infect you with HIV. I will give you my AIDS." One of the pics showed him grinning toothlessly into camera while he fucked a bent over bottom. The caption above his head said, 'This can be you, tonight!' Another pic showed him fucking a really wasted, obviously diseased bottom. His grin was broader, evil, the caption chilled and excited me 'He died of my AIDS last week. You're next!' I looked over at the diseased fuck, he grinned at me, toothless mouth gaping exactly like the pic. If he could get it up long enough to ejaculate in my ass and fill my guts with billions of deadly AIDS bugs, I would get the disease I'd been seeking. He jerked his head towards the back of the bar as an email pinged on my phone, then got up and walked that way. "Bathroom, now. It's your turn to get bugged." My legs were shaky as I walked back to the bathroom, every man in the place looking at me. I wondered if they all knew I was a queer who was about to take another queer's load. That was scary. And hot. I was going to return to the bar with a load of AIDS cum in my guts. He was leaning against the sink, coat and pants open at the front, a large belly sticking out above his drooling cock. Figuring he needed help to get his diseased dick hard, I dropped to my knees and got to work. His cock was large, half hard, foreskin lapped over a large PA. I sucked eagerly as I pulled him to me, hands on his withered ass. He was soon fully erect, more than a mouthful of long, thick dick oozing lots of precum, mmm, AIDS precum, yum! A hand grabbed my hair and pulled, that was all the hint I needed. My eyes had adjusted to the light and as I rose I could see his legs, also withered and spotted with Kaposi's. The gaunt body, the belly and the spots made me queasy. I'd never seen a man as obviously diseased, but, he was plenty strong enough to push me around and his cock was big, hard and dripping. He pushed me up against the sink, grabbed my hips and humped. I bleated as the PA ripped into my hole and he pushed eight inches of meat into my ass and then started fucking hard, dropping me into bottom bitch heaven. This was the hottest sex I'd had in months! I grunted as he fucked me hard, ramming his cock into me. His hands left my hips and circled my chest, I looked at his arms and saw Kaposi's lesions, I was finally getting fucked by a guy with full blown AIDS! My dick had been hard, now it throbbed and almost shot. I had an AIDS cock fucking me! He'd ripped me when he shoved in, I felt the burn as my asshole tore. Now he was tearing me more, making me bleed, giving his bugs a clear shot at my bloodstream. I moaned and sobbed as he tore open my ass. This was the best sex I had ever had, and he was going to infect me! In fact, he probably already had. He was breathing hard, almost panting, ramming me urgently, starting to grunt softly. Fuck yeah. I knew I was about to get a gut full of AIDS cum! "Yeah bitch, fuck yeah, gonna give it to you, gonna give you my AIDS. You're gonna die from my AIDS. I'm gonna give you my AIDS, right fucking now!" I squealed and my dick squirted as he rammed in and held it still. I felt his cock swell and twitch, my ass went warm as a flood of his infected cum filled my ass. I had just taken my first load of AIDS cum! He lay on me for a few seconds, then his cock softened and slipped out. His AIDS cum ran down my leg. He pushed off me and slapped my ass. "You're a good piece of ass, bitch. We'll do this again."

My boyfriend and I have been together for seven years now and what a change those years have brought. I'm 30 now and still described as a little Puerto Rican muscle boy. I'm five and a half feet tall, and weigh in at 185 pounds, with a 46" chest 32" waist and 17 1/2" biceps and a beer can thick uncut seven inches. A real little fireplug. My BF is ten years older and the total opposite: he is six feet tall, a blond blue eyed German with a lean muscular body and a beautiful cut nine inch dick. When we first met I was a total top but through the years we've somewhat changed (with the help of a few of his buddies), and now I'm almost a total bottom and he's the vers top. We've had an open relationship for about three years now which is what led to us both getting pozzed. It started out with threesomes because the bf really gets off on watching me get fucked (usually safe) and sucking dick and swallowing loads of course. Of late it has also involved bondage with me being hand cuffed or tied up and getting used by one or two guys before my partner took his turn. He rarely gets fucked anymore but will join in and suck dick when he's really turned on, if only to keep the waiting tops hard enough to get a condom on and fuck me. He has let a few guys put a raw dick in me with the understanding that they'll pull out and cum in my mouth. He's been the only one allowed to cum in my ass. This is where the problem started. Our agreement up until last week had been that we only fooled around together or, if I was to do it alone, I would tell him all about it in detail and even take pics or video if I could, and I could NEVER let the guy cum in my ass. Last week the boyfriend was out of town for days and I was horny as hell so I trolled Craigslist for a while until I found what I thought was the perfect match: a black body builder, a total top, six three in height, 250 pounds of muscle with a thick 11 1/2" piece of meat. He specifically stated he couldn't host, and preferred it RAW and nasty. When I responded, he sent me a link to his online profile. Once I saw his pics I was hard and dripping at the thought of worshiping his cock. I send him a few photographs of me. He responded saying he wanted to split open my ass. I sat nervously in the apartment waiting...especially since I've never had a guy over when my boyfriend wasn't there. I just couldn't help myself at the thought of pushing my limits with that gigantic ebony tool. I asked my date beforehand if I could set up the webcam to take video for my boyfriend. He replied he was fine with a webcam, as long as he could wear a leather hood to hide his identity. As far as I was concerned that only made it hotter. I was so excited I was pacing back and forth in the apartment waiting for the downstairs buzzer to ring but the phone rag instead and it was my 'date' asking me to buzz him in and leave the door unlocked. He went further telling me I should go into the bedroom strip naked and kneel at the end of the bed with my eyes closed and wait for him to get into his gear in the other room. Of course I did as I was told. There I was on my knees in my OUR bedroom naked with the webcam on waiting on my knees with my hands behind my back waiting to be cuffed and used by a total stranger. What had I gotten myself into? I heard the bedroom door open then a giant hand grab my arm and put the cuffs on me. A deep rough voice commanded "Open your eyes, boy, and get ready to take a few loads." There he was towering in front of me: the most beautiful black muscle god I had ever seen. He was wearing a leather hood with slits for his eyes and mouth. He was also wearing a black leather jock with a removable pouch. He walk toward me and ripped off the pouch exposing his already growing monster meat and grabbed the back of my head and said "Take it all, NOW, and get me hard with the back of your throat." With that he thrust the huge shaft all the way into my open mouth until I choked and gasped for air. I was being throat-fucked like an episode of gag-the-fag and he just kept pounding away and getting off on me drooling and choking and my eyes tearing up. After five or ten minutes he commented "Damn boy, I'm gonna shoot the first load down your faggot throat and you'd better swallow every drop and and then keep sucking and get ready for the second load in your little muscle butt." Then it suddenly happened....torrents of cum hitting the back of my throat while he pushed in as far as he could go while screaming " swallow every drop bitch " . He told told me to keep my mouth on it so he'd stay hard. After a few minutes he started to go soft so I sucked harder and he told me to ease off as he had to piss. I tried to pull off, but he grabbed the back of my head again and said "Start swallowing, son. You're my new urinal." I had no choice but to swallow it all down. Naturally I did my best not to miss a drop. He never withdrew his cock from my mouth but instead told me to keep sucking "...'cause I'm gonna fuckin' breed your ass soon as I'm rock hard again." That word " breed " had me scared but also rock hard at the same time. Was I so horny and turned on I was gonna let this total stranger cum in my ass? What if he was diseased of even POZ? What could I do? He was now rock hard now and pulled me up off my knees and dragged me onto the bed where he secured me to the bed posts, explaining he wanted me on my back with legs up so he could look into my eyes while he pounded my ass. He was surprisingly gentle for a moment as he stroked my cheek and put two pillows under my ass to prop it into position. Condoms and lube were on the night table so he grabbed the lube and started getting my ass ready with one finger, then two and finally three. Then, when he was hard again, he sat on my chest, positioned himself to fuck my throat, taking a few plunges into my mouth. Already I could taste his thick gooey precum. Then he pulled out and got back down between my legs and with one thrust went balls deep into my pre-lubed ass. It was a good thing it was the middle of the day and none of the neighbors were home to hear my scream. He put his hand over my mouth and told me he was just going to keep his dick right there for a minute or two until I got used to it. When he uncovered my mouth I begged him to pull out and put on a condom. He just laughed and told me those regular size ones would just break anyway. He then started to slowly pull back and go in again not pulling out too far and it was starting to feel great..that huge raw dick in me: that huge raw dick that could be POZ. It was starting to feel great but I was also scared so I finally blurted out "Are you neg or poz?" He kissed me sweetly and whispered in my ear "Yeah, I'm POZ but I won't cum in you unless you want it " I was too shocked to speak as he fucked me deeper. Was it too late already? Had his precum dripping into me already infected me? His rhythm was slow and steady now, a little further out with each thrust and then harder and deeper as he pounded away at my insides. I was so wrapped up in the moment, which combined pleasure, fear and animal lust. I thought I heard the front door open but I wasn't sure as I was focused on the man whose cock was deeper in me than anyone had ever gone before. Then, without warning he removed the mask to reveal a movie star handsome face. As he slowly worked my hole he said "I want you to see who I am and look into my eyes before you decide if you want my DNA inside you for ever." I heard a noise in the doorway and had been right about hearing a key in the lock. There was my boyfriend standing all of six feet distant, wearing nothing but a smile and a fully erect member. He came closer to us and said to me "So what's your answer? Do you want his load or not?" With that he leaned over and kissed the black god who was fucking me on the cheek and said " Hi Sam, how's it going? If my boy answers 'yes', do you think you have another load in you for me? It might as well be all or nothing." Stay tuned.

Married Man at the Gloryholes: Part 1 I was 28, married 7 years, no kids and no rush to have kids. We were the typical young, married couple focused on our careers, had a dog, a cat, and a nice home. I always considered myself to be a happily married straight man. I admit I would notice guys in the shower at the local gym, or men I considered to be attractive walking down the street, but I always felt this was normal curiosity. You know, is this guy’s dick bigger than mine? Is he hairier than me? That type of shit. Was this the 7 year itch? Regardless, I didn’t expect my life to take such a dramatic turn, but once I opened that door, there was no turning back, nor did I want to. I did a bit of traveling across the country for work, so I was no stranger to hotels and being away from my wife. I had a healthy sex drive, so when I was out of town, occasionally I enjoyed checking out local strip clubs or adult bookstores. I never cheated on my wife, just the occasional porn magazine, or jack off session in the video arcade watching some erotic porn. I loved the smell in the video arcade. You know that smell of sex in the air. It always set the tone for some intense jacking while losing myself in a fantasy watching a hot porn video. Once again, I was out of town for the week. This time it was “The Windy City,” Chicago, not too far away, but too far to be commuting back and forth each day. It was a Monday night, and at the end of the day I found myself very horny. I decided to check out a local adult bookstore and maybe watch some porn. There was one only a few blocks from my hotel, so I decided to head on down and check it out. I flipped through some porn magazines then ducked into the video arcade. This arcade was quite busy. There were several men walking the halls and standing outside booths. I made the occasional eye contact with guys as they walked past. I found a few of the men to be quite handsome. Then I popped into a booth and skimmed through the channels of porn playing. I usually watched straight porn, but as I was flipping through the channels I came across a gay scene that caught my eye. There was a muscular, bearded man in leather fucking a rugged hairy guy in a sling. A group of guys stood around the sling stroking their dicks. To my surprise I found my cock getting fully erect at the sight of this man’s huge cock as he repeatedly buried it balls deep in this guy’s ass. He was fucking the guy with no condom on. Cum was leaking out of the man’s ass as the bearded guy repeatedly pulled his uncut, veiny cock all the way out, then again buried it deep inside him. My cock was begging for attention, pulsing in my pants, and I started to rub my crotch in excitement. After a minute or so I heard the door to the booth next to mine open and heard someone start flipping through channels in the booth next to mine. The light from videos next door lit up a large hole in the wall between our booths. I could see the black boots and jeans of the guy standing in the booth next to me through the hole. I continued to watch my video and slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. I was already leaking precum from my piss hole and lubed my cock with it as I started to stroke my shaft. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the guy next to me had slipped his hard cock through the hole in the wall. It was dancing in front of me and a thin string of precum dripped from the head of his big dick. I felt my cock pulsing in my hand at the sight of his beautiful rod. I couldn’t resist. I reached down and grasped the shaft of his cock. I felt it twitch in my hand, and I began to slowly stroke his dick. His foreskin slid over the head of his cock, and I could feel the slick juice leaking from his piss hole in my hand as I slid my hand back down his shaft. What the hell was I doing? My mind said no, but my cock and body said yes, and I continued to stroke his hard meat. Then he pulled his cock back out of the hole. I saw him squat down at the hole, and he reached through and grasped my hard cock with his hand. A wave shot through my body, my cock stiffened even more, and I moaned with pleasure as he pulled my cock toward the hole in the wall. I slipped my cock through the hole, and pressed my body tight against the wall of the booth as he continued to stroke my hard shaft. I felt the tip of his tongue lick across my piss hole then his lips engulfed the head of my cock. I could feel the hair of his mustache dancing down my shaft as he slid the full length of my hard cock to the back of his throat. I pressed my hips against the wall, shoving my cock into his mouth as far as I could, and again moaned with pleasure. He kept sucking my cock, and I didn’t want him to stop. He brought me close to cumming so I pulled my cock back out of the hole. I didn’t want to shoot my load yet. I squatted in front of it to get a better look at this man. He was bearded, with a mustache, dark hair, and quite handsome. He stood up and slid his hard rod back through the hole. It was right in front of me, and I wasted no time. I stroked the full length of his shaft again and was overcome with the urge to taste my first cock. I slid his tool into my mouth and began to lube his cock with my spit. The sweet taste of precum slid down my throat, and the smell of manly sweat hit my nostrils. It was amazing. I slowly sucked his cock and felt it expanding and pulsing in my mouth. Just as I was really getting into sucking my first cock, this hot stud slid his cock out of my mouth and squatted in front of me. He whispered to me through the hole, “Fuck, you are hot. Can I see your ass?” I stood up and dropped my jeans to the floor and arched my back for him to check out my ass. He again reached through the hole, felt my ass cheeks, then cupped his hand around my balls and pulled me toward the hole. I pressed my ass up to the hole and felt him blow on my ass hole. My ass puckered and cock throbbed. I felt his beard press against my ass cheeks and his tongue across my virgin hole. I spread my cheeks to let him get a good taste, and he kept licking my ass. He buried his tongue as far into my ass as he could trying to open my tight ass hole. Then I felt his wet finger press against my ass, and slip inside my hole. It felt amazing!! He slowly worked his finger in and out of my ass then slipped a second finger inside of me. He was slowly working my puckered ass until it opened up for him. I never thought this could feel so good. It was awakening desires in me I didn’t know were there. I felt his tongue bury deep into my hole as he rimmed me as deep as he could. I arched my back and spread my cheeks, pressing my ass into his hungry lips and tongue. He pulled his tongue out of my ass and I heard him spit in the booth behind me. Suddenly I felt pressure against my hole. It was the head of his wet cock pressing at my tight hole, begging to get in. I pressed my ass firmly against his rod and the mushroom head of his huge cock slowly opened me up and slid inside. OMG!!! What a sensation. My cock stiffened and pulsed, and I knew in that instant I needed to feel this man’s cock inside me. I put my hands on the opposite wall to push against his cock. With a forceful thrust he shoved his cock halfway in. My ass burned with pain and I tightened my ass around his thick pole. My stud pulled back slightly and kept his cock still. The pain subsided and I again slowly pressed my ass against his cock. The invitation was accepted and he again thrust into my ass. I again tightened my ass in pain, but he was now balls deep inside me. I could feel his pubic hair against my ass, and he remained still again, waiting for my approval to continue. The pain was intense and I pulled his cock part way out of my ass. I held his cock still in my hole until the pain subsided. I pushed my ass against his hard shaft again, and he again thrust into me opening my up again. The pain hit me again, and I gasped, but this time it quickly turned to pleasure and a burning desire to get fucked by this hunk consumed me. I started to work his cock in and out of my ass, and he slowly took over, thrusting in and out of my virgin hole. What the hell was I doing? I was cheating on my wife and with another man, but fuck, this felt so good, so right. I wanted him badly. I wanted his cum inside me. I pushed harder against the opposite wall, pressing my ass tight to the hole between our booths and he thrust harder and faster into my ass. I heard his moans, and felt his cock thicken and expand, spreading my insides even wider as his cock pulsed over and over in me, filling me with his cum. I was so excited, my cock erupted as my body jerked with each pulse of my cock. I shot spurt after spurt of jizz on the floor and wall of the booth. I was dripping with sweat and panting with exhaustion. This felt so awesome. I felt his cock slip from my ass, and a gentle trickle of cum followed running down my leg. I looked through the hole in the wall and watched my stud tuck his massive cock back into his jeans, zip them up and disappear out of the booth into the hallway. A little grin came across my face. I sat in the booth for a while with my jeans at my ankles, thinking about what I had just done. I cheated on my wife!! I let a guy fuck me and without a condom. I took his cum inside me!!! What the fuck was I doing??!!! What if I got an STD? I pulled my pants back up, tucked my cock away, and headed back to my hotel room. I could smell my stud’s sweat and cock on my mustache. I could practically feel him inside me. I couldn’t get the thoughts out of my head. It was so wrong to cheat on my wife, but this felt amazing. By the time I reached my room my cock was half erect again. I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed. I was sweaty with a load of cum in my ass, but I didn’t care. I didn’t sleep much that night. My mind went back and forth from guilt to excitement. I longed to experience more, but what about my wife and family? Eventually I drifted off to sleep. Tuesday was a long day filled with anticipation. I got up and jumped in the shower to get ready for work. My ass was a little sore from the fucking the night before, but as I lathered up my body, my cock began to get hard. Something was awakened in me. I kept picturing the events from the night before. I felt alive for the first time. I had sex with another man for the first time. I realized I am gay. It kept rolling through my head. I’m gay… I’m gay…. I am fucking gay!! I loved it!!!!!! I planned to head back to that bookstore and look for my guy that fucked me. I wanted more. I wanted his cock. I wanted to taste him. Smell his sweat. Feel his cock deep inside me again. I wanted more of his cum in me. I knew it wasn’t safe, but the desire was too strong. My cock was rock hard as the water from the shower hit my body. I stroked my cock for a bit, finished showering, quickly got dressed, and headed to work. The day dragged on and on. I could not concentrate on my work. All I could think about was getting more cock and cum. Married Man at the Gloryholes: Part 2 My work day finally came to an end. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, and headed to my hotel. I called my wife to see how she was doing. I felt bad about cheating on her. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I also knew I was a different man now. I took a quick shower and again found my cock fully erect thinking about my play the night before. I stroked my cock and ran my fingers across my tight hole getting myself even more aroused. I dried off from my shower, through on some jeans, and walked down the block to the bookstore. The guy behind the counter gave me a smile and nod as if he remembered me from the night before. I again made my way through the porn magazines, but this time I looked at man on man sex porn. One in particular caught my eye. It was a hardcore xxx porn magazine simply titled, “Cum!!” On the cover a muscular guy had his lips wrapped around a hunk’s thick, hard, cock. My cock was hard before I even picked up the magazine off the rack. I flipped through the pages seeing pics of guys sucking dick and getting fucked raw. They had cum on their faces, in their beards and mustaches, in their mouths, and dripping from their asses. My cock was visibly throbbing in my pants with every turn of the page. I browsed a few more magazines then it was time to play. I didn’t hide the bulge in my jeans, and slowly made my way to the video arcade. I hoped to find my sexy hunk from last night had returned. The halls were once again lined with men with the occasional guy dipping in an out of a booth. The moans from porn and groans from sex could be heard from booths as I strolled by. I searched the halls, but didn’t see my hunk from last night so I ducked into a booth and flipped through the channels of gay porn. I unzipped my pants and stroked my throbbing cock. It didn’t take long before I heard someone step into the booth next to mine. Again I found a nicely shaped hole in the wall separating our booths, and I squatted in front of it to check him out. He was an average built guy, nice tight jeans. He began to rub the bulge showing in his jeans. My cock twitched with anticipation as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock stood at full attention about 7 inches long. My mouth watered. I wanted his hot piece of meat in my mouth. He stroked the full length of his rod, then turned toward the hole in the wall and slipped his cock through. I wasted no time engulfing his rod in my mouth, and did my best to take every of inch of his cock down my throat. I gagged and struggled a bit at first. Then I made love to his shaft, slowing lubing every inch from his piss hole to the base. My cock danced with excitement. The taste of his cock and smell of his sweat was intoxicating. I was in heaven. His body was pressed firmly against the hole, and his pubic hair grazed my lips with each plunge of his cock all the way into my mouth. He moaned with approval, and his cock pulsed in my mouth. After a few minutes his cock thickened, his hips pressed harder to the wall, and his cock throbbed over and over, filling my mouth with his sweet, creamy man juice. I swallowed every drop of cum. His cock stopped spurting in my mouth, and I sucked and licked it clean. He slid his cock back through the hole and disappeared into the arcade. I stroked my cock for a bit and watched some porn then decided to cruise the halls. I found a spot along the wall with nice views to check out guys as they walked by, hoping to come across the guy that fucked me last night. There certainly were plenty of hot men cruising the arcade. I figured I would wait a bit and if my stud didn’t show up, I would do some more playing before heading back to my hotel. After about 15 minutes of looking at these studs, I was craving more action. I was about to duck back into a booth when HE rounded the corner. Just the site of my hunk made my cock rock hard. As he walked past me, he looked directly into my eyes. I continued to stare at him, and he glanced back at me over his shoulder. I followed him down the hall. He entered a booth and I wasted no time in taking the booth next to him. He was squatting at the hole in the wall, and I squatted in front of him. I whispered through the hole, “Thanks again for the load last night.” “That was you?” “Yes, and I never did anything with a man before last night.” “Fuck!! That was your first time? Hope you’re up for more.” “I was hoping you would say that.” He stood up in front of me and rubbed his cock through his jeans. My cock was throbbing in my pants, fully erect, and my ass puckered with each twitch of my cock. I watched him unbutton and unzip his jeans. He was freeballing it, and his cock sprung from his pants half erect. My mouth watered. I craved to taste his cock again. He slipped his cock through the hole. I grasped his meat in my hand and stroked his shaft, pulling back his foreskin. His cock grew fully erect in my hand, and precum ran from the head of his cock. I licked it up. The sweet taste made my cock throb, and I rubbed my crotch through my jeans while serving this stud. I slid the head of his cock into my mouth and he shoved the full length of his rod to the back of my throat, making me gag. My eyes watered, but I continued to worship his cock with my mouth and tongue. He pulled his cock back out of my mouth and rubbed his finger on the edge of the hole. I took it as an invitation to suck my cock, and I quickly unbuttoned my pants to feed him my hard tool. His mouth felt warm, as he lubed my cock with his spit, sucking the full length and teasing the underside of my head with his tongue. I pressed myself tight against the booth wall to give him every inch of my cock. He sucked my shaft for quite a while. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me again, so I pulled my cock from his mouth and dropped my pants to the floor. As I turned to show him my ass, I heard him say, “Fuck, yes,” through the hole in the wall. I spread my cheeks and pressed my ass up to the hole in the wall. He buried his tongue in my ass as deep as he could and rimmed my hole sending waves of pleasure through my body. I felt the pressure from his wet finger slip into my tight hole then work it in and out. He slipped another finger in, opening me up slowly, preparing me for his massive cock. The anticipation was driving me wild. Then as fast as the pleasure started, he pulled his fingers from my ass, and disappeared from his booth. I quickly heard a knock at my booth door. I opened it up, and he slipped into the booth with me. He said, “I want to fuck you, but I want to feel your body while my cock is in you raw.” “Yes, fuck yes!” He looked into my eyes and buried his tongue in my mouth, and French kissed me. I could taste my ass on his tongue. His kisses were passionate, and erotic. He pulled his shirt off over his head, and removed his jeans. He was standing before me naked with a full hard on. Then he pulled my shirt off and I stripped naked as well. He again French kissed me, our naked bodies and cocks pressed firmly against one another. I was melting in this guy’s arms. He turned me around, and with one arm around my chest he firmly grabbed my ass and began to massage my cheeks and hole. I leaned my head against his, and closed my eyes. My back arched and my ass spread as he rubbed my tight hole. He licked his fingers and began to work them into my hole again while kissing the back of my neck. First one finger, then two. He kept saying, “relax, relax….open that hole up to me,” as he worked his fingers deeper into my hole. “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock in me.” He spit in his hand and stroked his cock, then pressed firmly against me with his hard shaft between my cheeks. With his arms wrapped around my chest from behind and kissing the back of my neck, he ground his cock against my ass, lubing my hole. I begged for him to slide his cock in me, and the head of his cock slid to my hole. He spit on his cock one more time, then began to press against my puckered hole. I pressed my ass firmly against the head of his cock, and he slowly opened me up and slipped his head inside. I moaned, “Yes, I love it.” “Here it comes, baby are you ready?” “Yes, shove it in me.” With that, he grabbed my waist and thrust his cock into my ass. It burned like a bitch, and I yelped with pain. “Easy, just relax…..I’ll hold still. Open up to me.” I took some deep breaths, and the pain subsided. My ass was still a bit sore from the night before. Waves of pleasure began to roll through my body, and I pressed against his cock again. He gently pushed his cock into my hole. My ass tightened around his pole and my rod pulsed rock hard. “Easy, relax……” I kept taking deep breaths and my ass began to open to his massive cock. Then he thrust one more time and opened me up the rest of the way. The head of his cock hit my prostate. Again my ass burned with pain, but it quickly turned to ecstasy. He was in all the way. He held his hard cock still in my ass for a moment then he pressed his hips firmly into my ass and ground his cock deeper inside me. He began to pump my ass slowly. We worked up a rhythm together with me riding his cock. Every time my cock pulsed with excitement my hole tightened around his rod, and he moaned and groaned with pleasure. “Your hole is so fucking tight. It feels amazing on my cock.” “I love you inside me so much.” I could feel the heat between us as sweat began to run down our bodies. The touch of his hands on my skin while he pumped his cock in and out of my ass sent chills throughout my body. He grasped my shaft and pumped me harder and faster. He whispered into my ear, “Fuck, you feel so good. I want to give you my poz cum again.” My eyes opened wide. As the word poz rang in my ears, my cock stiffened and pulsed with excitement. With each pulse of my cock my hole tightened around my stud’s shaft. “You’re poz??!!!” “Fuck yes, and from the way your cock just responded, I know you want it. I’m going to poz your ass with my toxic seed.” There was no denying it. A desire stirred in me that I didn’t know existed. I was scared, but so turned on. I closed my eyes, and moaned with pleasure. He continued to pump his thick cock into my ass harder and faster each time hitting my prostate. I was in heaven. “Yes, fuck me. Fill me with your poz seed.” That sent us both over the edge. “Here it comes, baby. Take my DNA. Take my poz load.” “Fuck yes.” He pulled firmly at my hips and buried his cock balls deep into my ass. His body was pressed tight against mine. I felt his cock expand in my tight hole. Knowing I was about to take his poz seed again my cock stiffened and I began to shoot my load onto my abdomen and the wall. I could feel each pulse of his cock shooting toxic seed over and over into my guts until his shaft slowly stopped pulsing in me. He put his arms around my chest and held me tight, keeping his cock buried inside me. I could feel the heat and sweat rolling between us, and he kissed the back of my neck as we both panted with pleasure. He slowly slid his hand around the shaft of my cock and whispered into my ear, “My virus is deep inside you, baby.” My cock pulsed again in his firm grip. He kissed my neck and again whispered, “It’s a highly toxic load too.” My cock began to get hard as it again pulsed in his hand. “Fuck, YES!!! I’m so glad that turns you on too. There’s no turning back. You’re a part of me now.” He kept his cock buried in my ass, and began to stroke my now hard cock. I moaned with pleasure and arched my back pressing his shaft deep inside me. My cock stiffened again. I’m going to cum. “Shoot that load, the last of your neg seed.” Those words rang in my ears and pushed me over the edge. He held me tight in his arms as my body convulsed and my cock shot cum again and again onto my chest, covering his hand with thick, white jizz. As my body calmed, my mind focused on what I had just done. I took another load of cum in my ass from this sexy man, and not just any load, a highly toxic, poz load. What the fuck was I going to do? My eyes were wide open, and I panicked a little. My sexy man must have felt my body tense up. He held me close, and again whispered, “Shhhh. It’s going to be alright.” I turned to face him, pulling his cock from my ass. A trickle of cum followed and ran down my leg. Tears welled up in my eyes. “My God, what have I done??!!” He looked into my eyes. “It will be alright. Tell me you didn’t want this. Tell me you don’t want more of my poz cum.” I couldn’t respond. As scared as I was I couldn’t deny that this turned me on. It was something I wanted. I simply looked into his eyes, and he kissed me deeply and passionately. “I know you’re scared, but I know you want this too. I understand. I was the same as you. Just go with what you know you want. Let go……I want to give you all of me. I want to make you mine.” I put my head on his shoulder and held him tight. His warm body was pressed firmly against mine, and I could feel our hearts beating fast. He again kissed me deeply as his tongue danced with mine. He quietly said, “Are you ok? Can we go somewhere and talk? ” I dried my eyes and nodded yes, and we both dressed and left the bookstore together. As we walked down the street to a small coffee shop, thoughts danced in my head. I felt alive for the first time in years. I felt like I was truly being me. I didn’t even realize I had these desires pent up inside of me, but now that I opened that door, it felt so right. Not only did I realize I’m gay, but that I longed to take poz cum. I wanted to be poz, and it felt so good to admit that to myself. I felt free and yet I trembled inside. We found our way to a corner bar. My stud said, “This is a quiet gay bar. Let me get us a beer and we can go talk on the patio.” My stud handed me a bottle of beer, and we made our way to the back patio. There was only a few guys outside, so we found a quiet area, took a seat in the lounge chairs, and I took a large swig of my beer. He said, “I’m David, by the way.” “Ben,” as I took another drink of my beer. “Well, Ben, are you ok?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” “So…..what are you thinking?” “Well….I guess I’m still letting this all sink in….a lot has happened.” I showed him the ring on my finger. “I’m married. In the last 24 hours I cheated on my wife for the first time and with another man. I realized I’m actually gay, and I also took two loads of poz cum.” “Well, from the reaction from your cock at the time, you seemed to enjoy it.” “That’s what’s scary. I did enjoy it. When you told me I was taking poz cum it should have scared the hell out of me, but it didn’t. It clearly turned me on even more.” “Well, if it means anything to you, I found it hot too, and I chased poz cum to charge up.” “You told me you’re highly toxic…..like how toxic?” “Very toxic. I’m not on meds. My viral load is close to a million, which is very high.” “So I’m probably infected with HIV.” “Well, you could go to the hospital and get treated. You still have time if you go tonight. Without treatment you most likely will poz. I’ll take you if you want to go. As much as I want to poz you I want you to want it too.” “That’s the thing.” I reached over and took David’s hand. I rubbed his hand against my cock, which was now rock hard again bulging in my jeans. “I don’t want to go.” David grinned and rubbed my cock some more. “Fuck…..it’s hot, isn’t it?” “I’m majorly turned on by it and by you. So you said you chased to poz?” “Yeah, I did.” “What do you mean you chased?” “I knowingly took poz cum, just like you did tonight, and it turned me on a lot.” My cock again throbbed still rock hard in my jeans. I was turned on, yet almost shaking inside. “Tell me about it, if you don’t mind.” “Well, I originally started out having safe sex for many years. Then I met a guy at this very bar that only had sex bareback. I probably had a little too much to drink, and we ended up at his place. He told me how much he wanted to fuck me and cum in me. At first I told him I would only play safe. Then I agreed to let him fuck me bareback if he agreed to pull out before cumming in me. It felt so incredible having him in me raw. While he was fucking me he kept telling me how hot it would be to cum in me, and when he was ready to shoot he told me he was getting close. I was so turned on at the thought of taking his cum in me that I pressed my ass tight against his cock and told him to cum in me. He unloaded in me, and I never played safe again. The more cum I took, the more I got turned on by it. I started to fantasize about taking poz cum, and hoped each load I took was a poz load. Then I met a guy that had a biohazard tattoo on his arm. He proudly showed he was a poz guy, and just the sight of his tattoo turned me on. I was determined to get his cock and cum in me. I ended up going home with him that night. It was the first time I knowingly took a poz load. After that night there was no stopping me. I started searching for poz guys to fuck me raw and took all the poz cum I could get. I even met some gifters that made me beg for their toxic seed while fucking me. That was the hottest sex. About a year after I started taking poz cum I met a gifter that also had high viral loads. That was all it took. After taking a few loads of his seed I pozzed up.” “Did you know when you pozzed?” “Oh, yeah, about a month after taking his poz cum, I had bad flu-like symptoms. It lasted for a good week to 10 days. I had night sweats, headaches, was sicker than a dog. I knew I was converting, and as sick as I was it only turned me on. Listen, I know a lot of guys probably think I’m plain crazy, but all out uninhibited sex, taking poz cum and now giving poz cum is a huge turn on. It’s the ultimate barebacking, holding nothing back, just all out cum pigging. I know guys that regret pozzing, but I have never regretted it. I love knowing that guy’s DNA is in me, and pozzed me. I have a connection with that guy forever. That also really turns me on. I love being poz, and I love gifting for guys. Call me crazy and irresponsible. Everyone has their turn ons and turn offs. As long as it’s between two consenting adults, what’s the issue?” “Well, I can’t deny that this is all turning me on. What the fuck am I going to tell my wife?” “That I can’t tell you, but I can tell you that you’re a huge turn on to me. I’d love to get to know you, and I’d love to poz your ass up. Then after you charge up I’d love to start swapping toxic loads with you.” I leaned over, put my hand on his leg and kissed him. I said, “Yes!! Just one thing, I’m not from Chicago, but I do get here fairly often for work. I’ll be here for the rest of this week.” “I’m a patient man, Ben. I’m so turned on that you want this too. I hope you find it as hot as I do.” “I admit I’m a little scared by it, but I’m also majorly turned on.” I leaned over and whispered in David’s ear, “I don’t want to resist this. I want to take all your toxic seed. Poz my ass up.” David grinned, looked into my eyes, and pulled my lips to his and started to kiss me deeply. We sat and talked for about another hour and another beer. The more David told me about himself the more I was attracted to him. We finished our beers, and I realized it was getting late. I told David I had to work in the morning, but that I wanted him to spend the night with me if he was interested. He accepted, and we walked the few blocks back to my hotel room. I invited him in. David pulled me to him and we stood next to the bed and kissed for a long time. Our bodies were pressed tightly against one another, and I could feel his hard cock tight against mine. I grabbed his ass and ground our cocks together. Our lips remained locked as our tongues swirled in passionate kisses. I slipped his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. As he dropped them to the floor I kissed his down his chest until I found myself on my knees in front of his hard cock. I again took his cock into my mouth and sucked his hard shaft. His sweet, poz, precum leaked from the head of his cock and slid across my tongue and down my throat. With each plunge of his cock to the back of my throat he moaned and pressed the back of my head farther onto his tool. I could feel his cock head pulse with excitement. He pulled me to my feet, slid my shirt off, and dropped my pants to the floor. He took me in his arms, our naked bodies pressed against one another. We kissed a bit more then crawled into bed together. I was majorly turned on again and begged for David to give me another load of his poz cum. “I definitely will. You’ll be poz in no time.” I rolled onto my belly, and David laid on top of me with his cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He slid his hands around my chest and ran his tongue up my back to my neck. He gently kissed me on the neck and nibbled my earlobe. Then he slid his tongue down my back, kissing my back down to my ass. He rimmed my hungry hole, already filled with one load of his toxic seed. His tongue was buried deep in my ass as he lubed my hole for his hard cock. He turned me over onto my back, “I want to look into your eyes as I fill you with my DNA.” David put my ankles over his shoulders and lubed his cock with his spit. Then he spit into his hand and again lubed my hole. “Are you ready for another toxic load, sexy?” “Fuck yes….please give it to me.” He lined up the head of his cock with my hole, and with a little pressure slipped inside my cum hungry hole. This time he slid in with more ease and was balls deep inside me with one thrust of his hips. “Fuck you’re lubed up good with my toxic seed already. Feels so fucking good. I’m going to work my seed in you good.” My cock was rock hard as his shaft stretched my hole wide open. Each plunge of his cock into my ass balls deep was slow and steady. He kept saying, “I want to give you my poz seed so much. I want to make you my poz cum pig.” “Yes, give me your seed.” He leaned over and began to kiss me as he pumped my ass harder and harder. He grasped my ankles and looked into my eyes. His thrusts drove in me faster. “Are you ready for my toxic seed? I’m getting close.” “Yes, give it to me, David. Poz me up.” “Fuck…..here is comes.” His cock thrust in me a few more times, then his shaft again stretched my hole wide open and he buried his cock all the way deep inside me. I felt his cock pulsing in me, filling me his second load of poz seed of the night. “Yes, fuck yes. Take my DNA.” I didn’t even touch my cock and again started to shoot my load onto my chest and face. I opened my mouth as cum shot from my hard cock and onto my lips. I licked up some of the last neg cum that would shoot from my rod. My balls were drained, and David’s cock stopped pulsing inside me. Every drop of his high viral load seed was deep in my gut. The thought of his poz cum in me excited me so much. His cock slid from my ass, and he laid on top of me, smearing our bodies with my cum. He kissed me on the neck, and licked up the jizz from my lips, then kissed me erotically with his tongue deep in my mouth. I could taste more of my cum on his lips and tongue. “Fuck, Ben, I love planting my seed in you.” “I love having you inside me too.” “Keep me in you all night. Let my poz cum work into you.” He laid on the bed next to me, and rubbed his hand through my cum smeared on his chest. We both looked at each other. He smiled at me and rubbed nudged my arm with his. Then we curled up together. His naked body felt so erotic pressed against mine. I grinned as I thought about the two poz loads of cum deep inside me as we both drifted off to sleep covered in sweat and my cum.

Chapter VII I finally decided I had been gone long enough, had just checked time and found I had been gone from the room for over an hour now. I still had no idea what the hell I should do and was so confused about my feelings. Never even had thought about cheating on my wife and now had and with a guy and then found out he was HIV positive to boot. Not only that but then after finding out, had let him fuck me several times last night. What the hell was I thinking. It had felt amazing with his huge cock, but hell, I always considered myself completely straight and now this. OMG I just could not get my head around it at all, yet. I had left Steve, the hitcher I had picked up, back in my motel room where he had been looking over something or other on his laptop. I headed back there with still no idea what to do. I was to be here for about two weeks and had asked him to stay in the heat of our sex play. Do I let him stay now or not. I decided on the way back that I would leave that up to him as I could not go back on my word to let him stay. Needed a lot of talk with him anyway. Only a small talk with him before but I really needed to talk to him now about what had happened. What if I did become poz now? How could I explain that to my wife. The decisions were beyond me still at this time. As I got to the motel and started down the hall to my room, it looked like a guy was at the door there. I got nearer as the door opened and the guy entered and I found it had been my room. Who was this now? Strange. I used my card and opened the door and walked in to find Steve and the new guy hugging and kissing each other. What is this? Steve all at once noticed me and broke free. He told me, hey, look what I found online a bit ago. It turned out to be an old friend who had been driving through town. He hoped it was ok that he had invited him to stop by and say hi. I told him it was no big thing. He introduced us then and his friends name was Justin and Justin said he was glad to meet me and wondered if my name fit me well, Randy. I told him it did at times and we all had a laugh at that. Turned out they had met one other time when Steve was hitching through his town and they had hit it off really well then too. I didn't press the matter on that though. They both then sat down on the end of the beds and I sat in a chair facing them. They were talking and trying to catch up on things since last meeting which turned out to be almost a year before. Turned out most of their catching up had to do with who they had been doing. I listened and at times added my own comments or questions. It kind of then turned towards them both being poz then. I was kind of startled at that but for some reason found it exciting hearing about their 'escapades' in doing other neg guys. After a bit I noticed that my cock had started to get hard listening to them and kind of had to adjust my seating to kind of take some pressure off. As I was doing that my eyes were drawn downward and that is when I noticed something else I had not been aware of. Both Steve and Justin were wearing kind of short shorts and t-shirts and Steve was barefoot while Justin had on sandals. It looked like that is all they had on too. I noticed that Steve's cock was, although not completely hard, was snaked down the leg of his shorts at an angle and the head of it was just barely showing out the leg hole. I immediately turned my head and found my eyes locked on a large bulge in Justins shorts too. Didn't seem to be quite as big as Steve's monster but did look pretty big and basically also looked to be practically hard as it could get and threatening to pop out the top of his shorts. I still found this somewhat disturbing and immediately turned my head to look out the window to try and calm down my thoughts. It dawned on me that Steve was saying how that kind of caught them up to now and Justin asking what brought him here. Steve was telling him how he had started out on another hitchhiking trip and it had started to rain and about me almost hitting him and picking him up and bringing him here. I caught myself blushing then as Steve told Justin about us playing some strip poker last night and then about him and I having sex. He also told him it had been my first time ever with a guy and he had been the lucky one to pop my ass cherry. Justin got a good laugh out of that. Steve then told Justin that I was somewhat freaked out about him being poz and letting him cum in me and then letting him do me most of the night anyway. Justin laughed some more and looked at me and told me that it sure got addictive in a hurry didn't it? I had no idea what to say. They then both started to talk to me about it. They were saying and asking me about it. They wanted to know how I had liked it, how it had felt for my first ever M2M, what else did I need to know, how they both thought getting pozzed had helped them become freer and sex much better than ever. As we talked I became more comfortable. I was able to tell them how scared I was about what I had done. They both assured me that they were happy I had enjoyed it so much but also they felt how scared I was also. They said that was a natural thing and that they had both been scared when they did it, but now they thought it was the best thing ever. They had it and no longer had to worry about catching it anymore and could have sex with anyone now. I told them that was good for them, but I had thought I was straight and what would I do now after Steve was gone and then I found out I was poz. What would I do about my wife now. I was so confused. They both told me that there were straight guys who had tried gay sex and then went back to their old life and some did become poz. It would probably depend on how I handled it and if my marriage could handle it too. This talk did nothing to keep my damn cock from twitching though as the more we talked the more the thoughts came back about the night before with Steve. I could not deny that it had felt so wonderful. His huge cock pounding my hole like it had and filling me full of his toxic cum. I started to feel uncomfortable with my hard cock in my pants but didn't want to move. I also found I could not keep my eyes from roaming down to check out Steve and Justins' cocks and found that now both of them seemed to be very hard now too. Steve's was still held down my his shorts but now a good two inches of it was sticking out his pants leg and Justin's was now a good inch out of the top of his shorts. I found my eyes going down more and more and couldn't seem to help it. Then I did notice both of them grinning as my eyes came up. I asked what was so funny and they both laughed and Steve told me they both noticed I couldn't keep my eyes off of their cocks. I know my face had to redden at that but had to agree. I told them they both seemed to be well endowed for sure. Justin just stood up and pulled his t off and then dropped his shorts and kicked off his sandals and stood there naked. My mouth dropped open at this and I could not help but stare. He then told me he had about 9" and it was about as big around as Steve's cock. Steve had also stood up and took his clothes off too and his monster 12" stood straight up then. I could not seem to take a breath seeing two so magnificent cocks together like that. As I stared, Justin walked towards me till he was right in front of me and his cock pointing at me as I had leaned forward to stare at them. His cock was only about 3 inches in front of my face. I couldn't help myself as I reached for it and took it in my hand and started to stroke it. Why I was doing this I could not have said but just could not help myself. His cock was leaking precum and as I stroked it I leaned forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth. Only the second cock ever to be in my mouth and the flavor again was great and I soon was taking as much of his cock in my mouth and into my throat as I could. As I was sucking Justin's cock I noticed Steve come up beside me and he started to pull my shirt off. It was a button up shirt so he just had to unbutton it and take it off of my arms. He then gently was pushing me forward and up off of the chair and then reaching down to undo my pants and it felt wonderful to get my cock freed. It was up hard as a rock too. Then Justin started to back up holding my head to keep his cock in my mouth. I followed bent over and Steve took my pants off of each foot as we moved and then Justin was at the bed. He started to move up onto it still holding my head and his cock buried in my mouth and I could only follow him. I found myself on all fours on the bed with Justin's cock in my mouth and then Steve behind me. Steve the spread my ass and he then bent into me and his tongue started to rim my hole. I moaned then at the pleasure. My mind was swirling again and I could not believe what I was doing, but could not seem to stop. Justin kept quietly talking to me, saying how good it felt with my mouth on his cock. how nice my body was, and did I like how it was feeling and didn't it just feel so natural to be doing this. I was finally starting to relax some as the fantastic feelings washed over me. Steve's tongue in my ass was magic almost and then I felt his fingers opening me up again and my moans of pleasure increased. After about 10 minutes of this, Steve kept his fingers in me twirling them around as he asked Justin if he wanted to switch around so he could taste this nice ass. Justin was all for it and before I barely knew it Steve pulled his fingers from my hole as Justin pulled his cock out of my mouth. I groaned, wanting my hole filled again. The emptiness now was terrible. Fortunately I had little time for it as Steve slid under me and his cock entered my mouth as Justin's tongue and then his fingers entered my ass and I was back to feeling ecstasy again. They kept up what they were doing to me for another good 10 minutes. I thought I was in heaven almost. Feelings I had never known were washing over me in huge waves. Then Justin stopped his tongue and leaning up told Steve how great and tight my hole felt and he had three fingers in me and my hole was gripping him tight and trobbing too. He then said he couldn't wait anymore. I felt Justin raise up more then and then could feel his precum slicked cock being run up and down the crack of my ass. I tensed up then remembering that he was, like Steve, poz, but they were both murmuring to me to relax and let it happen and I would love it. Just let go and enjoy. I felt Justin.s cock at my hole then and it started to enter me. First just the head entered and he held still for a moment and told Steve how tight it felt and so nice too. Then he told us he couldn't help it and in one swoop he buried his whole huge cock deep into my ass. I tried to scream but with Steve's cock in my mouth and nowhere to move to I could only groan a little. It had hurt like hell but I felt his balls hit against me as his entire length was deep in me. He held still for a bit then and just as I thought it was ok he all of a sudden pulled back till almost out with only the head of his cock still in me and rammed it home again and then kept doing it harder and harder and faster and faster. At first I could only groan in pain but as he kept it up it finally started to ease up and then the pleasure started to come back and then it was great and I found myself shoving my ass back at him as he thrust deep into me. Justin kept up a battering of my hole and I found myself slamming my ass back at him with every instroke and loving it more and more. I was sucking and slurping hard on Steve's cock in my mouth trying to get as much in my mouth and throat as possible. Justin kept it up for a good 20 minutes and then I heard him gasp and he told me to get ready he was going to cum and fill me up. I found myself tense up again knowing he was toxic like Steve but had nowhere to move and don't think I could have anyway as the excitement and feelings were too much. Then Justin threw his head back and thrust one more time in me and held still and I could feel his cock throbbing and a huge hot flood inside me as he was cumming. He groaned and ground his cock in me as he kept cumming what seemed an impossible time. He then sagged over my back and kissed the back of my neck. I was still sucking hard on Steve's magnificent cock as Justin's cock became softer and he withdrew it from my now battered ass. As he got up off of me and laid down beside us, Steve all at once pulled my head off of him and rolled me over on my back and grabbed my legs. He then pulled them apart and lifted them high over his shoulders and drove his huge cock deep into my ass with one thrust. I groaned again, but this time, since I had already been opened up by Justin it was a groan of pure pleasure. He then started to pound my hole like Justin had, long, deep, hard thrusts that doubled me up with each thrust deep into my hole. As Steve was pounding my ass I felt Justin get up some and then he was over my head and sitting on my chest. He stuck his cock in my face and as I opened my mouth stuck his still partly hard cock in my mouth. I could taste the cum on it and then other tastes that must have been my ass juices and it was all great and I sucked him back to hard as steel again. Steve was pounding away in my hole for all he was worth and then I heard what he was saying. He was telling my how tight my hole still felt to him and how silky smooth it felt, how it kept gripping his cock and almost sucking on his cock. He then started saying how Justin's load in me felt great around his cock too and he loved being able to grind Justin's toxic load into me deeper and deeper. He kept it up for a long time and then he said to get ready. He was going to fill my ass again with his positive load and turn me poz also. There would be no going back for me when he got done and he was looking over Justin's shoulder and looking me right in the eyes as he said it. It was terrifying and unimaginably hot at the same time. He then groaned and drove his cock deep again and keeping eye contact told me to take my toxic cum and I felt his cock practically explode deep in me. His cum was flooding my hole and as he did my own cock erupted and I was cumming all over my stomach and Justin's back. Then Justin told me here I cum again too as he blasted his load down my throat. We then all collapsed on the bed in a heap as nobody had enough energy then to hardly move. I could hardly breathe with the emotions of what we had just done. After a bit I got up again to go to the bathroom. Again I could not help but reach between my legs to feel the cum leaking from my ass and as I looked I saw a lot of cum in my hand and again like the night before streaks of red in it that had to be my blood, only this time it seemed to be more. I got my hand mirror out of my bad there and held it to look at my now ruined hole. I was startled at what I saw there. My hole was barely, it seemed, close and was party open and I could see there was a small tear at one edge that had a drop or two of blood on it. I stared at it for a bit and then Justin came in the room. He asked if I liked what I was looking at. I told him it looked like they had tore me some. He told me that was probably natural as the size of their cocks did that to new guys a lot. He then told me the same thing Steve had the night before that he had tried to fuck me as hard as he did to make sure I tore and got roughed up inside to get their toxic babies in me quicker and help guarantee I would become poz. I was again dumb founded by this. I could not seem to move until Justin took my hand and was murmuring softly to me as he led me back into the other room. He was saying it would all be ok, just go with the feelings and let yourself become the cum whore I should be. Let it go. I was still out of it as he took me back to the bed and then I just let go and they both fucked me again and again until late again as I got 3 loads from each of them before we all fell asleep for the night.

I spent a few days visiting family in Missouri for Thanksgiving. While there, I re-connected with a cute mid-20s twink-ish kid who has been trying to meet up for a long time, but our schedules never seem to work. This time, on my way out of town, we made it work so that I could stop by his house for some fun. He was just as advertised: Total twink (usually not my type, but he's incredibly cute), tanned, lean body, ear piercings, streaked hair. All the times we'd talked, I got the impression that he was a bottom, but he sounded open to bb, which was fine to me. Once we started making out and stripping clothes, we ended up in his bedroom -- both of us hard as a baseball bat -- with me on my back, and in no time he was lubing up and fucking me. We never discussed positions, but his dominance over me -- and I'm a pretty masculine guy -- was incredibly hot. He fucked me on my back, then on my side, then on my back again before shooting his load in me. We laid in bed for a few minutes making small talk before I left and hit the road. I got back home that night still feeling frisky, so I found a top online -- another guy I've talked to for a while but never met with. Late 30s, Hispanic, shorter and muscular, dark complexion. This time the schedule worked out, so he came over, and after I sucked his dick for 3 or 4 minutes, had me on my stomach pounding me while I inhaled poppers. His load -- No. 2 for the day for me -- came in about 5 minutes.

My phone beeped to tell me I had a new text. It said: u around? It was from a regular, and favorite, fuckbud of mine. I quickly responded: Yeah. What's up? His reply was all I needed to hear: Need a place to park my cock. My response: Open & ready. He showed up 20 minutes later wearing his suit and telling me it was a stressful day but he had an hour between meetings. I was naked and waiting on my knees to start sucking him hard, as a good bottom should be. He is late 30s, dark complexion, 6'5" with a lean muscular build and a huge cock. I mean, the kind that always surprises me at how big it is no matter how many times I have taken it before...about 10"x7". He gets hard fast, puts on his leather cockstrap and guides me to the bed. He wants me on my stomach, hungry ass up, for his big black cock. He lubes his dick and puts his huge cockhead against my hole. Not a lot of foreplay. Knowing this, I usually try to have a load or two already in my hole when he comes over and today was no different. A cute young cub had just stopped by and deposited his 3 day load in my cumhole. Cum is, of course, the best lube. Anyways, back on my stomach as he pushes inside me, just the head at first and pauses as I sniff poppers like a mad piggy about to get impaled by his massive cock. I feel him inch in a little further, holding my ass cheeks apart to open up his parking space. After a few minutes he has 6 fat inches inside me and, thanks to nonstop huffing on the poppers I know I'm ready to take it all. I moan as I push my ass back and swallow the last four inches deep in my cumhole. Fuck it hurts so good! I tell him "Damn, I always forget just how big you are!" He chuckles softly and tells me I'm doing great. He lets me drive for a little bit as I moan and wince and keep working his big cock deep inside me. Then he tells me to just relax. Lay still. He pulses in my hole, his cockhead flaring each time, but doesn't really fuck me. He really wanted to just park in my big ass and enjoy my hot hungry hole, just like his text said. He mentions that he loves how wet I am and the guy before must have bred a big load into me. The sweet, pungent smell of the other guy's cum wafts to my nose when I finally put the poppers aside and relax, letting this stud park his fat meat in my ass. The smell of the cum making me mad horny, my own cock hard and oozing precum. After almost 30 minutes of being his hot, wet cock parking space he asks if I'm ready. I answer "it's yours to use as you wish." He pulls his fat hard dick almost all the way out leaving just his fat cockhead in me before plunging deep. I see stars but just push my ass up to take the assault. He begins pistoning all 10" in and almost out of me, his hands on my big round ass pinning me in place. I'm so close to busting my own nutt but focus and fight it off. This is not about me, I'm just the parking space. Soon he picks up speed and, thanks to the big load planted deep inside me by the other guy, his deep, hard fucking feels amazing and wet and so hot. I clamped my ass on his cock, using whatever muscles are still working to milk him on each out stroke and feel the familiar tensing and quick breathing. "Fuck yeah! Breed me, man. My ass is made to take all you've got." I'm begging him to please "Give me that big load." He grunts, moans and, pushing deeper than he had all afternoon, unleashes his own 5 day load of sweet seed in my hungry cumhole. I don't feel him breeding me. My ass was too torn up for that but his shaking and ragged breathing tell me it was a big nutt; my favorite kind. He stayed inside me enjoying sliding in and out on both loads. If my cumhole was wet before....! He slowly withdraws his meat and it feels like feet of cock until he finally pulls all the way out. (That's my least favorite part of our hookups; that sudden emptiness.) I quickly spin around and suck him clean, struggling still to take all of him in my mouth, even though he is no longer hard. But I finish my duty, and privilege, by making sure he is clean. His cum, the cub's cum and my ass all taste so good; ambrosia for a pig bottom. He says "Thanks man. That's exactly what I needed. I really need to park my cock I. A hungry hole" I think to myself "Thank you! That's what I needed!" He puts his suit back on as I try to make sure I don't waste any of his seed. Then he pats my ass and says "Great parking space." I just smile and remind him what he already knows, "Anytime."

Hey everyone I'm new here. I'm a young European in Iraq. I made a post in another subforum but for somereason, it never worked. Anyway I am a lover of bareback - Sure I worry about infections and things like that but at the end of the day when you can feel the heat of a hot cock near your hole or you're bare cock is facing the hole of a tight dude there's nothing going to change your mind. One of the reasons I love it here is because no one even ever asks about condoms. I only fuck straight guys - No time for the gays here. I like to fuck young guys, many are married and only in their early 20's. I love being the first hole they've fucked if they're virgins and I love the feeling of cumming in someone you've convinced to try fucking. Guys here cum so fast, they're horny rabbits but they can cum many, many times even within minutes of each orgasm. I love it. Nothing like a hairy arab teen shooting a fuckton of cum inside my ass and feeling it drip out after...I love it. Just thought I'd share a bit about life here when all you hear about is ISIS

Ultimate Stealth Being an independent contractor, I have to go where the work is, and I accepted a six month contract to work in Tampa, FL. I hired my partner to be my helper in the work, as I commonly do when I have to work out of town. We are each Poz, and we are nearing the point where we will need to go on meds, as our counts are getting high. But I expect we have about a year of still being potent. I tell you this because we enjoy being gifters, openly or by stealth. We’ve each knocked up about 20 men, and we were talking about how we might get that number higher during the time we were on contract. We decided to create new profiles on all the sex sites we use, new screen names, and to list ourselves as Neg and Safe Sex Only. We found a nice apartment on North Dale Mabry and rented sufficient furniture and made the second bedroom into our playroom, installing the one piece of furniture from home we had to bring with us, our big sling. This has seen years of use, and we are so glad we got the springs that make hard fucking such a pleasure. We also have a big mirror that we mount on top, not the little fish eye mirror some sites offer, but one almost as big as the sling stand itself. If the spotlight we clamp on the side is in the right place, the bottom can watch that cock disappear in his ass just like he was watching porn. So many men tell us that is one of the things they enjoy when we fuck them, after our big thick cocks. I think mine is thicker, but Johnny’s is just a bit longer, with a nice point that seeks out second sphincters so well. I don’t need to tell you how much we love to tag team breed in that sling. Each will fuck till he gets close, then the other takes over, and the fuck seems to go on forever. Plus we like to keep the head of the sling low, so the mouth of the bottom is at cock level. He can just turn his head and keep the next fucker sucked up hard and slick. Now eventually any breeding top will spew in his bottom’s hole, and then the other gets to fuck in his cum and plant his load on top. I love to pop a tight hole open and fuck him till I plant my load, but I also love to slide in on the warm blanket of another man’s cum. Seeing that white ring of cum around my shaft as I fuck is as much a turn-on as that marvelous feel of warm cum as the lube, a warm glove around my shaft as I fuck and breed ass. There is no better fuck lube than another man’s cum. And after I plant my load I always present my cummy cock to the bottom, so he can suck it clean and get to taste the cum of the various men that have given him their loads. I’m sure most of you know the pleasure and excitement of finding a Neg bottom that wants to convert. He will be so excited about it that he’s practically fucking himself on your Poz cock. The first man I ever knocked up was stiff as a poker the whole fuck, and when I told him it was the moment of conversion when he felt my Poz cock spasm in his ass, filling him with my poison seed, his cock exploded and shot cum over his head without him touching it. I’ve done lots of conversion scenes, and they all make me stiff thinking about them. But the ones that make my stiff cock drip are the ones I fucked and bred that didn’t know I was Poz and giving them dirty loads. I think stealth gifters are probably the dirtiest fuckers I know. And the worst ones are the ones that pass themselves off as Neg and Safe. And I guess that makes me a really dirty fucking bastard, ‘cause that’s what I do. So we got moved in and set up and found the local places, but as usual, most of the action came off the net. In order to set it up, we made sure to buy a big box of condoms, something we’ve never had to do before. And we got gloves for fisting, something else we’ve never had to do. But buying them was not nearly as bad as having to use them. But it was necessary to set the scene, so we did it. We had many men over and made sure they were safe as they did for us, and we were very careful to always use rubbers when we fucked them, and gloves for the few that wanted to fist. And after a month, we had a pretty good clientele. We had discussed how we might make the change from safe to raw play, and we decided we would wait and let the bottoms ask first, so we wouldn’t show our hand in the game. And sure enough, after about a month, they began to ask. And we refused, as that was not safe. We wanted to wait until about six weeks before we were to leave to begin playing raw, so that if anyone tested Poz, we would be long gone by that time. And the plan worked perfectly. The bottoms kept asking, can’t we play raw, since we’re all safe, and we used the standard speech, we don’t know where you’ve been or who you’ve played with, and they used the standard speech, only the bottom is at risk, the tops never get it, only bottoms get AIDS fucked up their ass. So slowly, about three months into the game, we began to give in. We would fuck safe with a man for the first loads, and then play raw at the end, when we were mostly out of cum and it was very unlikely that anyone would be infected. But we also began to plan our big party. By this time we had our targets in mind. Besides the single men, there was one Daddy that had a Boy and sometimes would bring some other Boys along. We wanted to nail Daddy, if possible, so if we didn’t get his Boys, he would, as he would often breed them, knowing they didn’t play raw with other men. So six weeks prior to the end of my contract, we set up the party. In our regular play we let them bring up the possibility of making this a bareback party, as we were all safe. And of course we refused at first, finally giving in to them. “OK, if that’s what you want, since we know we are all safe, we will do it bareback.” The week prior we both had to be good and not fuck with each other or anyone else, so our balls would be as full of dirty Poz cum as possible. We set the party for a Saturday night, and invited Daddy and his Boy, and he would bring two other Boys, so we each could have one to start with, and then trade around. And the times we were with Daddy prior to this, we made sure to include him in the rimming, so he was accustomed to us rimming his ass, just to warm him up or while he was fucking. After a while he got to enjoy it, which is what we wanted. When it got to the point that he would offer us his ass for rimming just before he would start to fuck his Boy, we knew we had our man. When the given Saturday arrived, we skipped dinner after a light lunch and took Viagra, so we knew we would stay UP for all the action ahead of us. By the time the men arrived we were both about to bust to breed ass, so after we’d all had a beer and gotten naked, we were very glad when the Boys started to suck the Dads. And we made sure to rim all the Boys well, so that rimming became part of the fuck ritual. I was fortunate to get Daddy’s Boy first; Johnny got one of the others and Daddy got the odd Boy out. I got Daddy’s Boy in the sling and made sure he had his poppers as I ate his ass, and I ate it even longer than normal, so he was begging for my dick. And all that spit made it easy to slide home raw in that cute tight ass. He really was a great Boy for Dad, but all I was thinking about at this point was trying not to spurt too early. I wanted to give him a long hard fuck and wear his ass out good, so the Poz cum I would inject would take. So I started out slow and easy, and then would build it up and really begin to pound his ass, which he loves, and then I would back off and play with his ass lips on the head of my cock, again till he would beg me to fuck him hard. After several times of soft and easy and then hard pounding, I knew I was getting to the point that I couldn’t take it much longer. I looked around and saw Johnny fucking one of the Boys on the bed, and Daddy had another Boy on the opposite side, so the Boys were kissing each other while the Dads had their legs over their shoulders. I think Dad hit the point of no return first and planted his load. “Damn, don’t it feel good to breed a Boy’s ass!” he shouted as he spurted his load. And about that time Johnny let go his dirty load, and he just looked at me and smiled that dirty breeder look while he dumped his poison load in. So it was my turn, and I increased my tempo and fucked that Boy as hard as I’ve ever fucked any man, and felt my dirty cock spew as I gave him the poison load that he will never forget. He was telling me how good it felt to have a man cum in his ass, but he was preaching to the choir; I’ve heard that so many times, and I’ve told every one of them, once you take a load raw, you’ll never want another rubber in your ass, you want cum! We all had to take a break after that, so we sat around drinking beer and smoking till the Boys started sucking dick again. I had told Johnny beforehand that we would each knock up a Boy, and then in the next round, he would knock up the Boy that didn’t get any Poz cum the first time, and I would go after Dad. So Johnny went after the Boy that still needed his Poz load, and Dad went after the one that got Johnny’s load, and that left me with Dad’s Boy again. I was letting him suck me and playing with his ass; he knew I had already had him, so he was biding time till Johnny could have a turn at his ass. But I was aiming for Dad. I got down behind Dad as he was fucking the Boy with the Poz cum in his ass, and began to rim him as he fucked ass. He pulled out a little to give me a better target, as he knew the rimming helped him get stiff to fuck again. And then he resumed fucking, and with the help of the rimming, it wasn’t long before he planted his second load. This time when the Boys went out with Johnny for beer and smoke time, I made sure that Dad stayed back, as I sucked his cock clean and just generally made him feel comfortable on the bed. I had him lie back with his legs over the end of the bed, and finished tongue cleaning up his bush and balls, and then I put his legs on my shoulders and began to rim him again. I knew this would turn him on, and despite having planted two loads in a relatively short time, he was beginning to get stiff again. Funny thing, a man’s tongue in your asshole will do that to you. So I’m slobbering all over his ass and making love to his hole, and he raised his legs off my shoulders to give me better access. I couldn’t have asked for a better path to my target. At the edge of the bed I had put a small container of Crisco, and I was greasing my cock up, and despite having planted a load earlier, the thought of knocking up Daddy had my cock stiff and dripping. So when Daddy was holding his legs up and moving his ass on my tongue, I knew this was my chance. I got up as quickly as I could, and I stuck my greasy cockhead up his ass. The pop of the cockhead parting ass sure got his attention, so I leaned over him to begin kissing him, pressing his legs to his chest, and forcing my cock up his ass. I had greased up well, so I just slid home after popping open that tight hole. He was trying to protest and get me off, but I was telling him how wonderful he was, what a man he was, all the things you say to a man to get in his ass. And I think he was actually enjoying it, as he started kissing me back and stopped resisting as I began to work my cock in till I was balls deep. I imagine Daddy had been fucked before, as just about every gay man has been at some point in his life. He may not like it, but he will accept it. I always say “When you open your body to the root of his manhood, both receive pleasure!” And though I may not enjoy having the shit fucked out of me, I do like to feel a man inside me sometimes. And having the Boys out of the room removed any feel of shame he might have felt if his Boy had been there watching. And after I got going I could tell he was getting into it, even though I bet he would never admit it. But my problem was how excited I was; I knew I couldn’t keep this up much longer, as I was so hot to breed this man with my Poz cum. So our fuck was not long, but I ended it with a very hot and heavy slap-ass breeding that I hoped would do the job. I sure did enjoy watching his face filled with pleasure as I filled his ass with my poison cum. One of the problems with stealth breeding is you get too excited doing it and cum too soon. When I pulled out I felched around his ass to clean up any drips, so that the Boys wouldn’t see he had taken a load, but I didn’t suck any Poz cum out, I wanted it to stay in there and take hold. I suggested we go join the others after a last kiss and thanks for a hot fuck. We went in and found the Boys about to drag Johnny back in for another round, so we let them go play for a while I had a smoke and Dad had a beer. Then after a long enough pause to recharge, we went back in. Johnny was fucking Dad’s Boy in the sling and the other two were fucking each other, but when we came back in they untangled and the one I had not yet fucked sucked me and I got in him while the other did the same to Dad. I think each Boy had two loads by this point, and I had fired so hard and deep that I doubted I had any cum left, but I had a stiff Viagra dick that was loving fucking in the cum in his kid’s ass and I did my best to work it in good and hard, even if I couldn’t add any more but a dribble of demon seed into it. We finally gave up late in the night/early morning, and Dad and the Boys left us to collapse and recuperate. But before they left we made plans for a going away party the last Saturday we were to be there. And what a party that was. Dad came back with the two Boys, and we invited all the men we had been fucking raw, and they all came except one that had the flu (we hoped it was the Poz fuck flu). Johnny and I held off the week prior, again so that our balls were full, and we tried to nail the ones we were not sure of. There were a couple of guys with the sniffles, so we were getting out of town just in time. After we left as many men as possible dripping our poison cum, we packed up the sling and stole away in the night, deleting our profiles and our screen names and changing our email addresses and profiles back to what they had been before: Poz breeders, dirty raw fuckers, only plant our loads, no condoms allowed! And if you’re interested in converting, talk to us! Jerry Prince 11/9/12

It was my 24th birthday and I decided I wanted to have some hot sweaty man sex instead of a party. As a result I packed a bag and drove to a bathhouse in a city 2 hours away. I was intent on renting a room with a sling and spending several hours having great sex – little did I know how much it would change my life. I arrived at the bathhouse about 8PM. I decided to check-in and get my room. I was provided a towel and key and off I went into the warm welcoming hallways. I figured the place would be pretty busy since I took one of the last 3 remaining parking spots and boy was I right! I got to my room and stripped totally naked. I put the towel around me and went for a cursory tour of the place to see what types of men would be available to me. I saw several hot prospects and made my mind I wouldn’t leave until I had as many cocks in my hole as I could stand. When I got back to my room I turned on some hot porn, turned the lights low and climbed into the sling. Propping the door open I lubed my hole and waited. The first guy to come in was a hot 30 something daddy type. I saw the gold wedding band on his hand and knew I had to have him. He pulled 2 locks out of his ankle bag and locked my ankles in the stirrups of the sling. “I’m here for 24 hours slut and you won’t be let loose until I am ready to leave!” I began to get really concerned at this point but of course my horniness won out. He fucked me and shot a massive load in my hole after 20 minutes. He exited the room leaving me for the next top. While he had been fucking me a crowd had gathered to watch and there was a line of tops waiting for their turn at my hole. Over the next 24 hours I was fucked by countless cocks of all different shapes and sizes. At the end of my stint my married man came back and released my legs. He fucked one final load into my exhausted hole. As I was checking out the front desk clerk asked if I had a good time. I replied, “A fantastic birthday for sure!” “Good, we were happy to provide you with such a POZITIVE experience.” His words hung heavy in the air as I saw the poster behind his shoulder advertising a POZ bareback fuck fest they held over the last 24 hours. I realized every load I took was most likely POZ. I was slightly fearful but my dick sprang to attention. He definitely noticed and said, “Looks like someone enjoyed himself!” “You have no idea,” I said. I knew I would be back again and would be yet again taking any and every cock offered to load my possibly now POZ hole.

I meant to document a weird weekend I had in NYC and finally getting to it months later. It had been a hot September Friday so I had on a white tank top, grey mesh shorts, sneakers and a jock. Me and a friend got a hotel room and went bar hopping until he met someone and took him back to the room. I went to the Eagle around midnight and looked around. I had a few beers and went to the rooftop deck and took my tank top off. I had started going to the gym again after I realized that my late 20s body wasn't going to keep itself in shape so I've got a decent body, nice slightly furry chest and butt. A couple guys came over to me, late 40s, in leather and we started talking. One thing led to another and I had showed them my jock and some of their fingers were roughly probing my hole. I'm into keeping my hole stretched and ready at all times so they could easily prob around. We made our way to a corner where it was dark and a few people gathered around. The one guy turned me to face his friend and pulled my shorts down to the floor and spit on his dick and stuck it in to my hot and ready hole. Then he said, "Oh fuck yeah I knew the fucking slut would take a bare cock right here. I'm gonna cum in his hole quick." The guy I was facing as I was getting fucked grabbed my jock package and squeezed and kissed me roughly. His other hand reached behind me and felt his friend fucking me. Then his hands found my tank top tucked in the waist band of my jock and pulled it out. As his friend grunted and came in my hole, he held the tank and said, "you won't be needing this anymore." And he handed it to his friend who used it to clean off his cock and they pushed through the people around and disappeared. I bent down to pick up my shorts and felt more fingers at my hole. Two more guys fucked me before I had to piss so bad it was uncomfortable. I made my way through the crowd, shirtless in small grey mesh shorts that were low enough that you could see the bands of the jock and the top of my ass cheeks. I'm sure I looked pretty slutty with the 3 loads of cum seeping out of my hole. By the time I made it to the bathroom I was ready to explode but there was a line snaking it way in. I finally got to the trough and could release my load. A lot of eyes were on me even though I was in the corner and I started getting hard as the piss flow slowed. The guys behind me and next to me had their dicks out but were not pissing. I turned and pulled my fat 6 inches and big balls totally out of my jock and a guys hand started stroking me while another hand fingered me. I was loving the attention but could see people keeping a wary eye out for staff so decided to move somewhere darker. So I put my package in my jock and made my way around another lap. I found myself at the rooftop deck again next to a guy and we talked. We hit it off and he was enjoying ordering me around. He said it was hit that I lost my shirt and that I should lose the jock. So I took off my mesh shorts and slipped off the jock and handed it to him and slipped the shorts back on. My cell phone pulled the waist band down to the top of the root of my cock. My shortly trimmed pubes were showing and the guy, Lou ran his fingers through my pubes and pulled me to him and kissed me roughly. His hands pulled and pinched and prodded me everywhere. He said, "good slut, you like assplay? I want to destroy your hole." My ass tingled at the thought and it was 330am anyway so we made our way to the door. He led me down the street saying he knew a place we could go. I asked if he meant the bathhouse and he said, "no, even better." I wondered what could be better! We walked quite a few blocks, me shirtless and without underwear. Just shorts and sneakers with dick swinging and Lou in a button down open dress shirt with necklaces showing and nice pants and he continued his trash talking about destroying my hole and how he didn't take trash like me home but he would use me somewhere else. We arrived at a nondescript building with a small front counter where lou paid $75 for a key. We went down the hall to a seedy Lille room with a small bathroom. He ordered me to get naked and get some white powder out and a cut straw and dug out a big hit of power and put it under my nose and ordered me to inhale. We both snorted and he pushed me on my back onto the bed and he pushed his hand into my mouth. Then he worked the hand into my ass. I bared down hard as his fist passed into my hole. He just kept calling me a used up slut and fisted me hard. Surprisingly, the cum from before and my own ass juices allowed him to work my ass for hours. Soon 3 hours had gone by and the phone rang to tel us our time was up. He answered and told them he wanted 3 more hours and hung up. He handed me $40 and Someone knocked at the door and i cautiously opened the door trying not to expose my nakedness and handed him the money. We snorted more and he had me back on the bed, my dick shriveled and my ass gaping. He had me push out my lips and guts and repeatedly smacked my exposed guts calling me a slut with a useless little dick. He continued to pound my hole, trying and getting his second hand in but he could only punch fist with one hand. The phone rang again and he renewed for another 3 hours. He kept at my ass destruction, still with no lube. He enjoyed fisting the piss out of me too, leaking all over my chest and stomach and on to the bed. When he finally let me up to piss, it took forever to start and I had a real weak stream. I think my prostate was swollen and inflamed. Suddenly I realized it was noon and hadn't checked in with my friend so I texted him that I was ok and hanging with a guy and would be in touch later. Our time was running out so Lou grabbed me by the balls and sat up over me laying in the bed and jerked off and came all over me. He got in the shower and told me to get dressed so I put my shorts and sneakers on. He dressed and we walked out the street. He said "I'm done playing with u but you aren't done. I'm walking you to the bathhouse where you will continue to offer yourself. I'll get you in and expect you to service anyone who wants it for the entire 8 hours. In fact I'll go ahead and buy you an extension to 12 hours." So we walked a few blocks to the bathhouse where he walked me to the front door and I filled out a form and he paid and walked me to the door. As I was being buzzed in he held the door open and told me to strip. I handed him my shorts and he walked away with them saying he would see me in 12 hours.

Chapter VIII will be coming soon.

I was off three days this week starting Wednesday. I knew there would be people in town for Thanksgiving. I had plans on Thanksgiving day but i wanted to utilize my other two days off and wanted see how many ass i can breed. Kinda started slow. On Wednesdday, i was on growlr and saw this hot guy that was close to 6 miles from me. I sent him a note. In about 15 minutes i get a message with Hi back and unlocked pics. That always means they are readdy to play. I unlocked mine. As soon i looked at his pictures i was in. I had to have it. We chatted for about half an hour and i finally said i wanna fuck. He sent me the info of the hotel he was staying. I was i the door in 10 minutes and at his door withing 15. He let me in and i liked what i saw. I dove right in and started kissing his thick lips. He was covered with red fur with delicious pink nipples. i stripped him down to everything but his underwear. i was afraid i would cum if i saw him cmpletely naked. I pushed him on the bed and i stripped myself comppletely at this point. I climbed on the bed and took my hard cock and went straight for his mouth. He sucked me in all the way in his troat. I was in heaven. I started slammming his throat without any hesitation. IHe was one of the best deep throater i have come acrooss in a long time. I just went to town. I lifeted his head a little by hand holding his head from his behind. I was just giving him few seconds to breath when i was pulling out and them slammed it all the way until his nose hit my body. My goal was to breed as many ass as i could. So i really was tryinng to hold it as much as i could. The only thing was that at this point i had no idea if he was a top or a bottom. I was hoping that he would be at least versatile. I finally pulled myself out and told him to get on his knees. He laid on his belly sideways but did not take his underwear off yet. I wasn't sure if i should go for his ass or not. We started french kissing and going at it. He had a chemisty that was great. i slowly started to slide my hands down his underwer and started playing with his buns. They felt awesome. Perfectly round and soft. I slowly strted to play with his hole and started to insert my finger. He felt tight but i it felt great. I finally got up and told him i need that hole. before he could speak i was behind him and dry humping his ass still with his underwer on. As i was trying to pull his underwwear down he put his hands on mine and said, "Sorry, not a bottom". My heart just sank but i just told him it's ok, i just wanna play with his ass. I won't fuck him. I asked him to get on his knees with ass up. He did that. I then slowly pulled his underwear down a little just enugh so that i can put my tongue in that hole. I started with a little blow of my breath and slowly parted his cheeks. I then planted some soft kisses on his sken around his hole and i fel him shiver a little. I did that another few times and then my tongue found the hole. God, he tasted so fucking good. I just kept digging and i could feel him wiggle his ass and moan every time i shoved my tongue in that hole. I was horny as hell and my cock needed relief. I decided to test my luck. I climbed up on my knee a little to hve a solid balance. Then i started to pull his underwear off again but he reffused to move his legs for me to pull it down. In a way he kinds knew what i was up to but he didn't want to. I was still rimming him to a point that he was still moaning and wiggling his ass. I just said fuck it. I put a finger in his ass and started to finger fuck him. He stopped for few seconds but then started to moan again. I added two more fingers, one at a time. He was moaning like crazy. I lined my cock right infront of his hole. Spit right on the top of my head. Rubbed it in a little bit all around with my other hand. Then i held onto his waist with my left hand and pulled my fingers from his ass, grabbed my cock with the same fingers i was using to finger him and slowly begaun to enter him. He got stiff and stopped wiggling. I just kept going. I figured if he has not stopped me yet, and i am going to utilize it. I slowly slid into him. He stopped resisting. I was in. Now all i have to do is, hold my position and let him get used to my girth. Something tells me i either just poppped his cherry or he hasn't been fucked in a very long time. As i am holding my position, the elastic waist from his underwear is putting pressure on my balls and i need to do something about it. I deep some small humps and pulled myself completely oout of him. Pulled his underwear up, ripped the back side and again shoved myself in the depth of him. He just weped a little almost sounded painfull but didn't ask me to pull out. I started to fuck him as if my life was depending on it. I was fucking him hard and he was pushing back. I felt like i died and went to heaven. I was in and i was raw. He ws a top and i broke him. It was like a double wammy. I was trying my best not to cum but i knew i can only hold it for so long. This was probably the best fuck of my life and i can not control it any onger. I gave him some deep hard slams and started to erupt. He felt me getting wider in his ass and he started to pumpp me. He was squeezing the shit out of me as i am trying to explode. It felt fucking good. I dumped maybe a gallon in him. I was drained. I collapped on his back and so did he. I was still in him even though i wasn't that hard any more. He was breathing heavy as if he ran a marathon. I pulled him by his hair had but playfully, pulled his mouth over mine and said, "Thank you". He strted to move his ass again and that made me getting hard again. But i knew that even if i get hard enough i can't fuck him again because i was drained. I really was. I just told him that i have to go. I needed to be somewhere. I slowly pulled myself out of him. His hole was red and wet. I saw a little thin line of my cum seeping out as soon as my popped out of his hole. I wish i could taken a picture. Too bad i couldn't see him on Thanksgiving day. But i got to fuck him again earlier in the morning today before he left town. That is a story for another day. Along with 2 other deposits i made today. I am going to see anotherr guy later tonight and i may call it a day. I love the holidays...

The following is a heavily modified version of a pozzing story originally posted HERE Where it was a college kid getting pozzed. I basically re-wrote the story from the Top's view point and then added a bit extra to hopefully get everyone's cock out there dripping. ======================================= It had been over a week since I was last able to spread my seed to someone, and the 'itch' was back more then ever. It had been that way ever since I had been pozzed years ago. The virus in me burned to be spread to others, to be pumped into as many holes as possible, and the longer I went without spreading it, the more ‘hungry’ the Virus got. I knew I would have to find some new neg ass to defile or my balls would burst. A bit about me: I’m in my mid 40’s and keep myself in as good as shape as possible. I hit up a chat room for the local college, always a good place to go, full of naive and horny young students. In no time I was chatting up a promising cute college kid. "U horny?" I asked. "Yeah" "Hot pics" "thanks. u 2" "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single" "I have a condo at a gated complex, want to 2 cum over" "fuck yeah. You have condoms right?" I paused in my typing. Normally I’d tell someone I always fuck raw, that there’s no point to fucking unless you can plant your DNA inside someone’s ass. But I needed the kid to be over here before I could do that. I didn’t want to scare off such a promising neg hole. "i don't have condoms" I typed simply. "i don't either. if u want 2 fuck better pick sum up before I get there" “No prob, just get your ass over here right away.” I finished typing and then logged off before he could say anything else. I was totally confident he would come, and once inside my place it would be only a mater of time before I would be in his ass. Twenty minutes later the phone rang. He had arrived and I buzzed him in through the gates. I was taller than him and nervous sexual tension seemed to flow from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on he bed drinking Coronas. I caught him looking at my jeans and the hefty bulge in my crotch I sported. My hands were calloused from hard work and my skin was tanned. I told him I was a builder. Then I kissed him. It was long deep and passionate. I pushed him onto his back, pulled-off his shirt, and in no time we were naked and he was on he knees sucking my big floppy uncut poz pecker, which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. I have a great furry chest and legs. Even my hard abs had a black furry coat. All of it radiated a power of utter dominance over him, a power that was enhanced by the virus inside me. Soon I pushed him onto his back and sucked his own smaller cock off for a while. I sucked he balls, licked he piss slit, licked he ass. My tongue got real deep and felt real good. I waited for him to start to really moan, a sure sign he was feeling his ass loosen up. Then I fed him my dick some more and filled his throat with my dripping death dick. He could barely take it and tried to pull off, but I insistently kept my big uncut manrod lodged in his gullet. "You can do it" I said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." I wasn’t gentle and knew he had no choice but to suck. I fucked in and out, in and out. Then he felt my thick, rough fingers probing his hole. I got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in his ass and perfect for what I had planned for him. He gave a sharp cry and tried to pull back but I scraped away, my fingernails roughing up his soft anal lining. Next he noticed me lubing my cock and I could tell he was getting nervous. "Did you go out to get condoms?" he asked. "No" I said. "That sucks" he said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" I said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second" I said, knowing he wouldn’t refuse. It didn’t take long for him to loosen up. "See, not so bad" I commented as he reached up and touched my huge muscular chest and stroked my chest hair, which was by now dripping with sweat. His hand touched my face. I smiled as he clenched at my beard. I could see the look of hesitation on his face as I pushed slowly inside. My dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. This is what I wanted, for him to slowly get caught up in the sex, in raw animal lust. I could feel his heart racing, his breathing coming in gasps as I sucked air from his lungs into me, leaving him breathless and dizzy as I started to push past the gate of his boy pussy. My raw diseased dick pushed deeper and deeper into his ass as I closed my eyes to picture my poz precum coating his insides as he moaned. Suddenly I felt him move and to his credit, he seemed to have enough self-control left to try to pull away from me. "Ok we should stop" he said, his voice trembling as he made another half hearted attempt to pull off my raw cock. I was ready for this and laughed. "Yeah, we should" I answered. My chocolate brown eyes connected with his, a look of pure domination from me. I didn't pause for one moment as my dick kept on pushing on in. He continued to struggle weakly in my grip until I heard him gasp and shiver. That's when he felt my balls against he ass. "I’m all the way in" I said keeping eye contact. “Doesn’t that feel good? The way men should fuck. I can still pull out, of course - if you want me too.” I taunted him, knowing the answer. "Are you negative" he asked. "Does it matter?" I asked as I started fucking in and out. "Wait, stop" he said. "Shhhhhh" I said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" he said. "It's ok. You're going to feel so good. Fucking is all about pleasure, raw animal pleasure" I said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of his life. "Just, promise to pull out before you cum, ok?" he asked. "I'll promise to pull out. As long as you ask me to" I said laughing to myself as I said it. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. His worry slowly melted and he gave over to the sensations he was feeling. Something huge was invading his guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" he finally said "bareback me." My eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Yes sir, just, please don’t cum inside me." "Fuck yeah pussy boy" I said. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" he said. He got more and more into it. Eventually I bent him over the bed and rammed him from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then I laid him on his back and he slammed himself up and down on my raw unprotected fuckpole with all his might. We fucked over and over, sweat pouring off both our bodies as finally I got him back on his back. He put his calves on my shoulders, and I fucked him till I was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in my head and I started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin close!" I said. "Don't cum inside" he begged as he grabbed his own cock and started jerking for dear life. I gave him a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry. “Wait don’t stop, Im so fucking close!” “Sorry, you said you didn’t want me to cum inside you, so I won’t. That just means the fucking is over, its really a shame, such a nice hole” I said as I slid it back in. “I want to keep fucking you - all you have to say is 'yes'." “Yes, fuck me." “I need more then that, tell me what you want." “I need you to cum, please." “What?" “Cum inside me." “SAY IT AGAIN." “Fucking cum inside me!" He took the bait, relaxing a little bit, thinking I was actually not going to breed him. The instant he let his guard down I acted. I fucked him, long and slow and deep and beautifully, masterfully, riding him the way men were meant to ride boys, fucking him raw and deep and hotly, faster and faster, pumping him hard and vigorously now, getting closer and closer to exploding my hot molten poison sperm deep inside his beautiful boy pussy. I had him pinned beneath me, my cock fucking him relentlessly, preparing to fertilize his virgin ass with my pungent, steamy load of man-sperm. And then I started to cum. I fucked his delightful ass so hard that I could feel the bed beneath him with my cock, as I rammed him hard and lustily. His head banged against the headboard, but he didn't seem to care. He was being fucked beautifully and powerfully, ridden long and well. He had a heated, vigorous stallion astride him, and all he wanted was dick! My hot raw deathseed exploded from my cock, filling him, impregnating him, seeping deep into the inner-most recesses of his guts, becoming part of him. I rammed him again and again, making sure he got every drop of my poison. His tight, puckered asshole greedily devoured it, not wanting to let go, not wanting it to end. He wanted more! And so I kept fucking him, my cock still hard as I work my DNA inside his ass. His warm, tight little boy pussy had now been seasoned and broken in by my raw flesh, and filled with my raw sperm. He was truly a man now, and a bareback cunt, at that! He looked me in the eyes, panting. I could see the look of shock and confusion. His body had accepted its new life, but not yet his mind, not yet. "Wh..What did you just do to me!” he asked in a trembling voice. My own dick was still hard as I slowly slid it in and out of his freshly fucked hole. "You asked me to cum inside you" I said, my eyes looking directly into his. "But I, I just said that, I didn’t mean it!" He responded, his voice trembling not really believing his own words "Shhhh" I cut in. "You did mean it. You needed it, and you needed to be free. That is what is so special about bare fucking, you know. It makes you totally free and it feels really good. Just enjoy it and accept my, Gift" I said. I could see the look of fear in his eyes now as I put a special emphasis on 'Gift'. I could feel tons of liquid dripping down his asscrack onto the sheets as I slid in and out of his now hungry hole, his muscles sucking my shaft. "I'm still hard" I said. "I'm going to cum again and this time, you’re going to beg for my seed." Without another word I shoved my still hard poz cock deep into his irrevocably charged hole. He groaned, whimpered and started to grind against. His body had all but given in, though he still offered a half hearted whimper of dissent, I plugged his protests with my tongue and my bearded mouth enveloped his. Once more I sucked the air from his lungs, making him weak and light headed, unable to think straight. I smiled as the coarse hair of my beard scratched his soft face. I started fucking in and out with my poz cock using the cum already inside him as lube. The feeling of his ass, slick with my seed, was amazing. I kissed him more and more as he slowly stopped fighting against me. I could see the look in his eye change as he gave himself over to the fuck. Maybe he knew there was no longer any point in fighting as I churned the charged toxic load in his guts. I’ve seen this happen before when the Virus first gets into a new body. The change can be quick, the ass seems to know what it has received and becomes hungry for more. Finally with a moan he squeezed his ass and I knew he was indeed mine. It felt so fucking good to know my deadly DNA was finding a new home. In my mind I could see his body being changed by the Virus, all his concerns were gone as he let himself go and began actively pushing back. He was well on the path of become a cum slut. I made love to him but also made him my object. "Fuck yeah" he groaned. "Yeah. you like that?" I asked. "Yeah" he replied. "You want my cum?" "Yeah" he again replied. “You want my poz cum? “I don’t care, I need it.” “Then say it, beg for me to poz your hole!” “Yes! Oh, please fuckin' cum in me. POZ ME!!" I piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then my face contorted like crazy and I let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yeah! TAKE the fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick once more started shooting squirt after squirt of poz jizz all over his by now torn and ripped insides, making sure to coat every inch with my toxic seed. This orgasm seemed far more intense than the one before. He had totally given into the hunger. He had begged for my poz load and as I shot over and over, I could feel hunger of my Virus finally sated, for now. Eventually I felt spent as my loads sloshed around in his ass. As we both collapsed, I held my dick in him for as long as possible, making sure my DNA soaked into his flesh. "That was hot" I commented. "Yeah, it was" he admitted as I held him in my arms, my cock starting to soften but still deep inside him. I felt him slowly coming down from the sexual high we both had been on as I saw my softening dick inside his well-used hole. The kid seemed exhausted after that and soon the two of us drifted to sleep. I awoke in the middle of the night with a hardon that I quickly slipped up into his cum-slicked ass. Half asleep the boy whimpered only slightly as I pushed back in his hole. After shooting two loads already I knew it was going to take a while for me to shoot again. As I was fucking him I started to mutter to myself. “Ass feels so fucking good around my poz pecker. It's gonna feel so nice pumping my charged toxic load inside you again and again” I said in almost a whisper. For several minutes I whispered sweet loving poz talk to him, telling him in a soothing, almost loving voice, how I was going to plant my seed in his well-plowed hole, how my Virus was going to infect his body, going to take him over as it had taken over me. Eventually he was roused from his half slumber as the words sunk in. “You you are poz aren’t you? I mean, you have AIDS don’t you?” I always loved this moment, the moment that they realized just what had happened to them. I was impressed with this boy as he seemed to be coming to term with his new life better than most. I wrapped my huge arms around him and licked his face as I answered. “Poz and full of the Virus for almost twenty years boy. And it is a pretty sure thing it is inside you now boy. I have a pretty aggressive Virus boy, and it will be a part of you now forever.” He shuddered and whimpered as I held onto him. “Oh god, it’s true isn’t it, your AIDS is inside me even now isn’t it?” Hearing him talk about it was getting my already hard dick even more erect as I slowly pushed in and out, making him whimper as he realized he was once more impaled on my deathdick. I decided to see just how much this kid had been changed. “it is, boy, but it doesn’t mean for certain you will get sick. There is a chance my Seed may not grow inside you. We could fuck several times before you might actually become infected.” I said, knowing that it would be one hell of a long shot if his ass wasn’t infected at this point, but I wanted to see how he would react, to see if he would cling to the small shred of hope that he hadn’t been pozzed, or if he would embrace it. Once more the kid impressed me. “I want to be certain….” “Certain about what boy?” I said, pushing my dick deeper inside, making sure he felt it push in against his prostate. “Certain, that I have the Virus, the bug! I want to be Poz!” I basked in triumph over this once prudish boy turned slut. I battered his prostate, making sure his brain was on fire with pleasure as I hammered his well used hole. “Beg for it boy! Beg for my poz cum! Beg for me to trash that body of yours! Beg for me to ruin you with my diseases!” I shouted, knowing I was close once again. “Poz me, Daddy! Please fuck me up sir! Fuck my hole up! POZ ME!” he shouted as he pushed back, his pleading voice sending me over the edge as I hilted deep up his ass. Once more I felt my Virus was his torn and bleeding insides. I could feel it mixing with the previous loads, refreshing the poison inside him. I heard him whimper something and let up on him a bit. “Th-Thank you sir” he said simply. “You are welcome my little pozboy, it’s my Gift to you. You gave my Virus a new home boy, thank you” I said as I still held him tight. There was a moment of silence between us, as though the world held its breath for what would happen next. Finally he spoke up. “Thank you, sir. I knew I’d get infected sooner or later. I needed it. Deep down I knew I needed it.” It wasn’t long after that that the sun started coming up and he gathered his things together. We chatted a little bit, mostly me reassuring him that a life infected was going to set him free in ways he never imagined, that it was something to celebrate. As he headed off to his college classes, I asked what he had planned for tonight. He looked at me and smiled “I’m attending a meeting with the Campus Safe sex organization.”

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

Nothing gives me more pleasure lately than whoring out bottom guys and attending sexpartys. Luv the feeling of a true cummy hole.... During my latest exploits I have been cleaning guys dicks after they unload and luv to felch a cummy hole. Have also been hit up by quite a few top guys who want to share bottom guys with me to tag team them. It's all fine with me as I luv to make out with top guys while they r fucking and breeding a bottom slut. It's specially hot when they r about to unload to make out with top guy and clean their dick afterwards? Anybody else enjoys doing this?

Most married guys wives dont eat their asshole...and Im having great luck giving these hot married guys rimjobs as a part of the cocksucking they recieve

Note: Parts of this story are quite true, although the names and locations have been changed. Part One: A bit about myself, I grew up in the Deep South in a very religious household. The day that I turned 18 I came out to my parents (making damn sure there was no chance of a trip to the "pray the gay away " camp). My father, being a deacon in the Baptist Church and a pillar of the community promptly told me to leave. Fortunately, my grandparents were more understanding and allowed me to stay with them until I finished high school. It was during this four month period that I made my first trip to Atlanta and managed to get into a gay bar with a fake ID. Now mind you, this was before the internet was around (1994) commonly, so simply finding a gay bar was a challenge, much less driving three hours each way to go to one. But my rock hard teen dick thought I was up to the task. I managed to convince my grandparents that I was going to see some cousins in another area of the state and left for Atlanta right after school that Friday in February. When I got to Atlanta at 7 that evening it took me another hour to find the bar I was looking for (the name starts with an "E"). I had no idea what to expect, which when I got there wasn't much considering that it was only 8 on a Friday night, but I presented my ID to the doorman, who I'm sure knew was fake, and was let in. I finally worked up enough courage to ask for a beer and then asked the bartender about the crowd. Looking me up and down, he replied "Should be busy later," and left it at that. That "later" never seemed to come. Bored out of my mind, I struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who quickly figured out that I was new meat and totally innocent. He convinced me to wait, and gruffly told me to quit looking at guys directly into their eyes unless I planned on going home with them later. So I waited, and sure enough about 11 the place started to get packed. I was like a kid in a candy shop! So many hot guys, like nothing I had ever experienced before, many of them in leather. I scanned the scene, and two guys, prolly not much older really caught my eyes. They were wearing leather head to toe, both were about my size at 6'2 and around 200 pounds. But holy fuck, it was clear they were built like a brick shit house. Working up my courage, and aided by the few beers I'd had, I walked over to talk to them. The dark haired guy was named Rocky and the blonde was Alex. They were both city boys from Atlanta and were intrigued by this innocent looking Alabama farm kid. We exchanged small talk, and noticing that I was out of beer, Alex asked if I wanted another. Five minutes later he shows up with not only three beers for us, but shots as well. Coming from a dry county, and from a family that never even had liquor in the house, this was really going to put me over the top, but I partook anyhow. After a bit, Rocky looked at me and asked if I wanted to hit the dance floor. I answered back with something about "not knowing how." I didn't want to be the dead weight, so I decided to go outside to the patio for some air. Not five minutes later, they were both out with me. " I'm just nervous, since this is the first time I've ever been in a gay bar" I explained. "You're not 21 either, are you?" Asked Rocky. I affirmed that his assumption was correct. "Here, I have something that will help you to relax" he said, handing me an ecstasy pill. Not knowing what it was, and being so nervous and naive, I took the whole thing. Suddenly, the lights were going up and I realized it must be closing time. Fuck, where had the time gone? I was experiencing feeling like I never had before, every touch sent shivers through me. Then that little voice in the back of my head went, "Oh shit, I am fucked up, I have no hotel room, and what the fuck am I gonna do?" So, I ran up to Rocky and Alex, both of whom quickly surmised that the farm kid needed somewhere to stay for the night. Little did I know this had been the plan for them all along. "Sure, you can crash with us, but we have to make a stop on the way home first." Not much I could do but agree. We walked to their car, with both assuring me that my truck would be fine over night, and left. While Alex drove, Rocky offered me a few hits off of a joint to help me calm down a bit from the E. We drove for what seemed like forever in my warped drug-hazed mind, but it was in reality no more that fifteen minutes and stopped at a rather large house. "Wanna come with us, or sit out in the cold?" Rocky asked. I decided to come in. Damn, this place was nice...I sat with Alex in the living room while Rocky went with the guy, who was pretty damn hot to be old enough to be my father. A few minutes later Rocky came back with the guy, nodded to Alex and we left. When we got to their place, a rather cramped apartment, they threw some porn on the TV on got comfortable. I was a bit nervous to say the least... Sensing my nervousness, Alex asked if I wanted to smoke another joint. Nodding to him, he handed me a whole joint and told me to relax. After four or five hits and ten minutes had gone by, I was stoned off my ass. Both Alex and Rocky were jerking their cocks by this point. Rocky was a nice eight inches and average thickness, but holy shit, Alex was a solid ten inches and as thick as a beer can. I couldn't keep my eyes off them. "Boy seems to like cock" Alex said to Rocky, "Yeh, but does he know what to do with one?" Rocky responded. Rocky told me to get down and give him head. I did the best I could, but there was no way I could blow him and not gag, but damnit, I wanted that cock so bad. "Should we get him the special boy medicine?" I heard Alex say, "Fuck yeh, I think this pig is eager to learn." Rocky responded. Rocky told me to stand up and a minute later Alex returned with a glass pipe. Rocky told me that some guys who are just starting out sometimes need some help to reach their potential. "Do you want some help?" "Sure," I responded. "Hold the stem and when you see some smoke coming from the hole start to inhale on the pipe, and I want you to take four big hits." I nodded with eager anticipation. After the third hit I felt like every hair on my body was standing on end. By the time I exhaled the fourth hit, I was in heaven. Rocky and Alex sat back down, both stroking their cocks slowly, with some nice beads of pre-cum leaking out. Rocky motioned for me to come back over and get between his legs, which I eagerly did. "Now get back down and slobber on that cock like you fucking mean it," he said. I went straight for the root, non-stop. Seconds later it dawned on me that I was deep throating another dude balls deep and loving it. About five minutes later I heard Alex say that he thought I was ready for more. "Get up and follow Alex," which I reluctantly did. I was sort of surprised at how fast I had taken to cock sucking, but didn't realize how fucked up I was, nor that I was about to get a lot more fucked up. Alex led me to the bathroom and showed me how to use the enema kit, "I don't want no shit on my cock, bro" and told me to holler when the bag was empty. After 3 clean outs, the bag was empty and so was I, so I hollered for Alex to come back. I was expecting a towel but instead he brought a half gallon of syrupy golden brown liquid and refilled the bag. "On your knees" he told me. Quickly complying, I felt the nozzle going much deeper in me than I had gone before. "Gonna run this whole bag into ya bro, gonna feel a slight burn, but it'll help ya get ready for later. Don't let it out until I tell ya." With that he opened the clamp and walked out. Holy shit was I getting uncomfortable from the burn and the fullness. Then, like a ton of bricks hit me I was sweating like I was in a desert and fuck I was feeling even better than before if that was even possible. A few minutes later, both Rocky and Alex returned. "Holy fuck, that is one fucked up pig boy," said Rocky. I was so spun I couldn't see straight. Alex removed the nozzle, "Stand up and push that out," he said. Standing wasn't going to happen without some serious help. Both guys got me up and I pushed the chem piss out while Alex reloaded the bag with water. This time Rocky stayed with me and helped to get the chem piss cleaned out. He handed me a jock, "really oughta cover that shriveled boy clit ya got there up." That was when I realized my dick was literally the smallest I think I had ever seen it. Normally, hard it was a solid seven inches, but he'll tonight, go all nights, it had gone on vacation. On the way to their bedroom, Rocky explained to me that sometimes when a guy takes medicine to overcome his fears, it puts his dick to sleep, "But don't worry, you won't need it anyway." I crawled into bed while Alex and Rocky watched. Alex put some extra pillows under my head and crawled behind me, "Give me your ankles," he said. Rocky lined his cock up to my hole, and with nothing but some spit for lube, was balls deep in an instant. I was in pain, but loving every minute of it. He was patient and took his time, taking a good half hour to nut in my formerly virgin ass. Alex wasn't, he used Rocky's cum for lube and rammed it home as hard and fast as he could. It only took him five minutes or so to nut. Looking up at Rocky, he said, "I think the boy has some potential for dad," "Oh hell yeh" was Rock's reply. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was too mesmerized by the constant leakage of my cock. Rocky looked down, saw me playing with and grabbed my hand. "Let it leak, that's all a t dick is good for anyway, and besides its hot" he said. Grabbing a butt plug, Alex plugged me and they left me to rest for a bit.

It was a warm evening in Phoenix and I got a call from one of my favorite truckers, George, who was in his mid-fifties and loved to plow my ass with his thick cock. He said he was parked in the truck stop and needed to get off. The good little trucker slut I am, I got ready, drove down to the truck stop and found myself climbing the steps into his big white rig. He wasn’t kidding about being hard. His thick seven inches were bulging like I’d never seen before. Before I could say hello he told me to start sucking him while I got undressed. I undid the snaps of my shirt, kicked off my boots and socks, and last slipped off my jeans. The sight of my red jockstrap must have pleased him as he instructed me to keep it on. It also seemed as if his penis was bulging even bigger in my mouth than it had before. On my knees sucking his thick cock I was intoxicated by the smell of his unwashed crotch. It had been marinating all day behind the wheel of his rig as he came in from Los Angeles. I imagined him getting hard thinking about plowing my ass, dribbling pre-cum and going soft again for the last four hundred miles. As I kept sucking I felt one of his rough hands make its way around the back of my thigh and up the crack of my ass. Finally it ended up at the entrance of my ass. He tried to get it in, but since I hadn’t been fucked in a couple of days, I was pretty tight. His hand left my ass briefly as I heard him spit in his hand. He started working his spit into my hole and finally got a finger in, slowly working it in and out until he was up to the third knuckle. “Damn you’re tight, bring that ass up hear so I can get it ready to fuck.” I eagerly obliged and soon we were in the 69 position with me still sucking him and him eating my ass. His full facial hair had me oozing pre-cum against his hairy chest. Soon he was putting three fingers in my ass and pulling on my balls with his other hand. “Turn around and get that cock up your ass,” he said while grabbing his next cigarette. I turned around and his pre-cum slick cock slid into my ass pretty easily until I got to middle where it bulged out even bigger than the tip. I started riding him slowly while he smoked his cigarette. “Fuck yeah, squeeze my cock with your shitter you little bitch.” I tried to squeeze the thick cock in my sphincter, but I could barely put any pressure on it. “Come on you little slut, squeeze my fuckin’ cock.” Again I tried, but he had my ass so open it wouldn’t. “Sorry Sir, I’m trying but your cock is too big.” He tapped out the cigarette and blow smoke in my face. “Well I ain’t gonna get off like this. Bend your faggot ass over the passenger seat.” I crawled over to the passenger seat and in an instant he was plowing my ass balls deep. He grabbed my hips and started pounding harder and harder until he grunted and I could feel his load shooting in me. After he was done shooting he ripped his still hard cock out of me and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bunk. “Get over here and clean my cock of you stupid slut.” While I was cleaning his slick cock off I heard the CB radio go off behind me. “Hey George, you in the Flying J?” He slapped me on the back of my head. “What are you stupid; go get me the fuckin’ mic.” I reached up to the CB, got the mic down and continued cleaning his cock off. “Yeah, I’m here. What do you want?” “You eat dinner yet? Me and Mike were going to get the buffet there.” “Yeah, come on over, I’m in the back row with an empty trailer.” “Gettin’ off the road now, see you soon.” He banged me in the back of the head with the mic as I continued to lick his now soft cock. “I’m done, put it back.” I did as instructed and went back to his crotch. “I’m done there too slut.” “Yes Sir.” I got up and started to put my jeans on. “What the fuck are you doing?” “Getting dressed Sir.” “I didn’t tell you to get dressed.” I took my jeans back off and he took them, along with my other clothes and put them in the driver’s seat. “I’ll need that ass again later.” He started to buttoned up his jeans and fixed his clothing as he lit another cigarette. “You’re going to stay here in your slutty little jock and clean my truck while I go eat with some friends.” “Yes Sir.” “See you in a while and don’t touch your cock or your ass. You better keep my load in your ass 'cause that’s gonna be your only lube later.” As he exited the cab he took my clothes and put them in the side-box of the truck. I looked down and my hard cock was still restrained in my jockstrap and pre-cum was oozing out and dripping down to the floor. I found some paper towel and some Pledge and started wiping down the cab. In the closet there was a little vacuum that plugged into the cigarette lighter, which I use to vacuum up all the ashes and dirt in the carpet. While I was emptying the canister out the sleeper door a truck was backing into the next space. I thought I had hidden my nearly naked body, but once his truck was turned off I heard a knock on the passenger door. I froze and tried to remain as still as possible. He knocked again. “Come on, I know you’re in there.” I went to the passenger door and rolled down the window. “Yeah?” “I don’t suppose this is your rig?” “No Sir it’s not.” “You got a nice ass, how about you come over to my rig and I get a little piece?” “Sorry, I’m waiting for the driver to get done eating.” “Loyal. I like that. Okay, then. Catch you later. Maybe I’ll talk to the guy that drives this rig and see if I can borrow you.” “Yes Sir.” I rolled the window back up and went back to cleaning the cab. When I was done I lay down on the bunk and must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I heard was George yelling. “Hey slut!” I got up, went to the driver’s side window and rolled it down. “Get out of the truck, some friends of mine want to see you.” “But Sir, I’m…." “Get your ass out of the fucking truck!” Wearing only my red jockstrap, I opened the door and climbed down from the rig. Even before I reached the ground there was a hand on my ass. I turned around and there were two men, one of whom was about sixty, maybe 5’11”, about 170 pounds and his dick, even soft, was easy to outline in his jeans. I would soon learn that this was Gary. The other one was Mike, he was about 45, maybe 5’7”, and also exhibited a nice bulge in his pants. “Damn George! Nice piece of ass you got here." Gary’s thick middle finger penetrated my ass. “Oh fuck, he’s all ready to go too!” “I told you so. So, how about it; you forget about the fifty bucks I owe you and you can both fuck him.” “Sounds good, come here bitch.” Gary grabbed me by the back of my neck and forced my down to his crotch where his cock was growing in his pants. “Unzip me, you stupid whore. You can’t suck it through the fuckin’ denim.” They all laughed at his joke. I unzipped his pants and his dick fell out onto my cheek. I took him in my mouth and his cock was instantly rock hard. It had to be at least nine inches long and he had the type of low hanging balls I love on older men. “Fuck yeah, he’s a good little cocksucker,” Gary praised. Mike, meanwhile, knelt down behind me and started licking my ass. His five o’clock shadow against my freshly fucked hole made me instantly rock hard. “How’s he taste Mikey?” “Awesome, I can’t wait to fuck him.” “Well let me go first, after you get done with him he’ll be too stretched out.” Instinctively I moaned at the thought of an even bigger dick than I had in my mouth fucking my ass. “The whore seems to like the idea. Turn around and lean over the tires whore.” I turned around and bent over the back wheels of the tractor. The warm night air felt so fucking good as it touched my ass. Gary pushed his jeans down to his thighs and got behind me. In one motion he pushed all nine inches into me and started fucking me like he was using my hole to jack off with. My jock covered dick was pressed against the tire as Gary plowed my ass. He has one hand holding himself up against the tire and the other muffling my screams. He started going faster and faster, his dick was getting even thicker until he finally shot his load deep in me. He kept pumping my full of cum for what felt like a good full minute. When he was finally done he grabbed me by the neck again and shoved his cock in my mouth. “Yeah clean it up bitch.” After only a couple of licks he was soft and I had gotten all of the cum off his dick and balls. “Ok Mike, your turn. I’ll meet you back in the truck.” Gary zipped up his pants up and walked away. Mike’s throbbing cock was still being restrained by his jeans. “Turn around again.” Again I turned around; a little disappointed I wasn’t going to get that slab of meat before it went in my ass. I knew it was going to be bad when Mike took of his sweaty t-shirt and stuffed as much of it as he could into my mouth. “I need two hands fuck.” Suddenly I felt the biggest dick I’ve ever had in me slamming into my ass. Tears started running down my face as Mike pounded me. I feel the two loads of cum in my ass running down my legs and splattering between us every time he slammed his cock in my ass. George must have gotten bored watching me get fucked, “Send him back when you’re done using him.” He climbed back into the cab. Mike never slowed down and never acknowledged George’s absence; he just kept pounding my ass mercilessly. Suddenly he yanked his t-shirt from my mouth. “You want my fucking load?” “Yes Sir.” “Beg for it you little slut.” “Pleas Sir, please give me your load. I want to feel you shooting it inside me.” “Here you go.” He pounded me a few more times before he shot his load in me. As Gary had done before, Mike grabbed my neck and shoved his cock in my mouth. This time I not only tasted cum and my ass, but a little blood as well. My ass was so open that I could feel the night air inside me as cum dripped onto the ground. Suddenly he held my head against crotch with my mouth still around his soft cock and started pissing down my throat. I took every drop until he pulled out of my mouth and gave me a last little shot of piss in the face. He laughed as he zipped up his pants and put his shirt back on. As he walked past me he slapped my face lightly, remarking “Good little slut.” I got up, looked around and climbed back up into the cab. When I got back in I found George watching television in the sleeper. “Stay on the floor until I’m ready to use you.” Just then there was a knock on the passenger door. …to be continued

I had a buddy who was just hotter than hell to be pozzed. He found a guy and had to travel there to get it and asked me if I would like to accompany him and watch and maybe take pics and videos of his conversion. I told him I would see and if my schedule allowed it I would try to make it, and fortunately I was able to meet him there. The guy who was going to poz my buddy was quite attractive and even I couldn't wait to see his 'tool' as it had been described to me as an 8" cut and really nice. We got to the poz guy's place and after some small talk and a couple of drinks, we all stripped and wow, that poz cock looked great. Not for me though, I thought to myself, but still wow. My buddy is going to get pozzed and have a blast with that cock. Guess I should have introduced us all to you. My buddy is Andy and the poz buy is Fred and they call me Mac. We all went to the bedroom and did some nice pre-fucking play together. Andy took no time to plant his lips on Fred's cock and slurped it down to the hilt almost immediately. I just kind of sat back and watched and took some pics for a bit. Then they decided to get down to real 'business'. Part of their deal was to make it rough. Fred started by slapping Andy a few times in the face and then bent him over and started beating his ass till it was red as an apple. Andy yelped quite a bit but took it fairly good and had a raging hardon from it too. Have to say it turned me on pretty good too. After a bit of that, Fred then grabbed some lube and a toothbrush he had laying out on the night stand. A small amount of lube and then he ran a couple of fingers up Andy's ass real fast and hard, then after just a minute or so replaced his fingers with the toothbrush and rammed it in hard and swished it around in his ass too. I had grabbed the video cam and was filming this and had a raging hardon myself. This was way more exciting than I had thought it would be. Fred ground that toothbrush in and around for a good 10 minutes and when he took it out it was definitely pink with some bright red streaks in it. He said I think he is ready now for a good hard pounding. Fred then got up behind Andy and lined his huge cock up and rammed it clear to his balls in one great thrust. Andy groaned and almost moved forward enough to lose it out as it had to have hurt some like that. Fred's cock did not come all the way out as he finally got a good hold on Andy's hips to hold him in place. I had the vid cam going and didn't miss a bit of that action. WOW, what a turn on this was becoming. Fred then slowly fed Andy his whole cock again till his balls were bouncing on his ass again. Then he started a nice easy in and out motion which made Andy moan with the pleasure he was now feeling. Fred started to pick up speed and pretty soon he was pulling almost all the way out and ramming his 8 inch cock deep and hard and fast into Andy. I could hardly keep the cam still as the action had me turned on a lot too and my cock was at attention and throbbing. I thought to myself that Andy was one lucky guy to get that kind of pounding as that is the way I like it too, deep, hard, fast and filling me up. This was one fantastic show. Seemed like forever, but was really about another 20 minutes or so and then Fred really picked up the action. I didn't think it was possible to pound harder than he had been but he found some more power somewhere and really started cramming his cock in deep and reached down with both hands and grabbed Andy's ass cheeks and spread them wide. What a view and then with a really hard thrust, Fred rammed home balls deep again and ground his hips into Andy and said, 'I'm cumming and filling you up good with my really good poz load." When he said that I almost came myself it was that thrilling. After all of that, and since we really hadn't rested from the trip there, we all laid down for a rest. Andy with a big smile on his face for sure. I pretty much dozed off and have no idea how long. I woke up all of a sudden on my stomach and felt a pressure on my back. Took me a few seconds to get my bearings and then realized that Fred had lubed me while I was sleeping and had started to fuck my neg ass. I had not wanted that. I turned my head and said, "Hey, what the heck are you doing, I don't want poz cum in my hole!" Fred just grunted and said, "Oops, too late now," as I felt his cock pulsing and spewing his toxic load in my ass. My eyes got real wide and I groaned as my own damn cock betrayed me and started to cum too. Oh, well, guess that will teach me to stay awake. Will see what happens now.

When I'm stuck at work, like I am pretty much this entire month, I'm always wishing I was ass up in a seedy motel taking one load after another in my cunt instead of doing what I'm doing. I end up daydreaming about being spermed by anonymous cock to the point that I can't get anything done. So to try to get back on track, every time I think of something I like about being a cumdump, I'm going to jot it down and publish it in a list here, 5 at a time, so that can try to get and get back to work. Feel free to comment and/or add a few of your own favorite things, top or bottom. SOME THINGS I LOVE ABOUT MOTEL PUMP AND DUMPS: 1. The sound of the cracked door being pushed open. 2. The sound of a belt being unbuckled. 3. The heat of my own breath as I keep my face buried in a pillow. 4. The feel of a stiff cock against the inside of my thigh as a top starts aiming for my hole. 5. The smell of cum that starts to fill the room after the 5th load or so. That's just for starters ...

This just happened. A FB texted me and asked what I was up to. I told him I was jerkin and he said he wanted to fill my ass with his cum. He said he would be over in an hour. In the meantime, a dude from BBRT asked if I was up for a breeding. I thought why not surprise my bud with a load already? So, within 15 minutes the dude from BBRT comes over and he has a great dick. After blowing him a few minutes he said let me see your hole. I got on my knees and he started to tongue my hole. And not much longer, he stuck his raw dick deep in my hole. He pounded me a good 5 minutes and then he flooded my hole. As soon as he pulled out, I started to suck the rest of the cum out of his dick. He tasted so good. While he got dressed, I put a butt plug in my hole to make sure nothing dripped out for when my bud came over. 30 minutes later, my bud arrived and while I was sucking him, I told him about the load I just took for him. He got so hard in my mouth and then pushed me down on all fours, pulled the butt plug out and shoved his raw dick inside. It felt sooo amazing. He precums a lot and between his precum and the load, his fucking me sounded so hot…love that sloppy sound. He came close to dropping his load several times and with each time, he pulled out and I sucked him. That first time he pulled out, I could taste that other dudes load on his dick and it turned me into a bigger whore. He finally busted his load deep inside and let my hole milk it for a few minutes before he pulled out and then I sucked him clean. He just left and I have the butt plug inserted and waiting for my next…

love dp. the omg feeling i get when the 2nd cock goes in and my cunt is fully stretched

I have had a couple guys fuck and cum in me who were clear that they were poz and undetectable (to me sounds safer than unsure negs guys). They both fucked me several times, and now a few months later I'm still neg. Two cases though, are probably not enough to prove anything though but maybe.

Depends on what kind of fear we're talking about. I wouldn't deal with a guy who scares me, but the fear what a nice guy can do to me is ok.

To see Breeder's original blog post click here Most of my Manhattan adventures (of the clothed sort, that is) tend to take place in Starbucks. I was puzzling out the other day why that was, when I was fixing to type out another account of something odd that happened in a West Village branch of the franchise. What I realized is that I tend to use coffee shops in New York City as a hangout between appointments during cold weather months. In the spring and summer, if I have downtime, I can always relax on a park bench in Union Square Park or somewhere along the High Line; there are plenty of places to park my butt for a couple of hours and watch the people go by. In winter, though, I don’t want to sit outdoors. So I keep in my head a mental database of the larger, less populated Starbucks branches and other coffee shops near the places I need to go. If I need to get out of the cold for an hour or two, you’ll find me there, wedged in among the students and hipsters and food bloggers, catching up on my email or reading. That’s where I was last week, on a particularly cold Monday night. I’d had dinner with a friend and taken a downtown train to the general vicinity of my meeting. The brisk walk from the station to my destination’s neighborhood did nothing to warm me up, and I was early. So around the corner I went to buy myself a half-hour of warmth and a coffee-adjacent beverage. The Starbucks I chose was busy. A couple of people stood in line in front of me, so I breathed on my fingers and tried to coax them out of their popsicle-like state. While I was waiting, a gentleman came in from the wintry weather and stood behind me. He was on his phone. Speaking French. In a very deep and masculine voice. Naturally, I turned around to check him out. He was much shorter than I—everyone is shorter than I. Maybe five-seven. Dark-complexioned. His dark hair was buzzed down nearly to the scalp. His equally dark eyebrows were thick and even, like brushstrokes. And oh my god, was he ever handsome. Long-time readers know that I don’t usually buy into the nonsense in which guys automatically count themselves out of the running with Oh, that guy’s WAY out of my league!, but holy fuck, this guy was totally out of my league. His was the kind of masculine beauty that makes jaws drop. The fact he was wearing a heavy trench coat and business attire beneath only made him more compelling. I was trying to be casual about checking him out as he continued to parlez with his phone partner, but as he talked, our eyes met. Then the woman behind the register asked to take my order. Once I was done with the transaction and standing by the pickup counter, I took a deep breath and checked out the guy again. He was staring right at me. While part of my brain was very calm and matter-of-fact about his scrutiny, some high school girl inside my brain was jumping up and down and shrieking in panic. Oh my GOD he’s looking at me! Is he looking at me? Why is he looking at me? Is he? He IS? Oh my GOD! Yeah, I know. Not my proudest moment. But wait. It gets worse. So I collected my coffee-adjacent beverage and managed to navigate across the shop without tripping over myself or biting my lip with my braces or any of the other things Jan Brady might have done in such a situation, and found a seat on the cushioned bench that ran along the exterior plate glass. I was wearing a formal moleskin coat and a scarf of a length that makes Tom Baker’s neckwear look skimpy; it took me a while to untangle myself from it. By the time I had my coat open and my scarf untied and my gloves off, the person sitting immediately next to me had finished her coffee and left. Then I heard a very deep voice inflected with an unmistakable Gallic accent saying, “May I be cozy wiz you?” I looked up, and the French guy was smiling at me. I KNOW. It was like one of the best dreams I’ve ever had, come true in the fading light of day. I looked into those big brown eyes of his, admired the faintest trace of stubble adorning his sculpted cheeks, and said in sultry tones, “Get as cozy as you like.” Well. That’s what I wanted to say. When I thought of it a couple of minutes later. That’s what I should have said. What I actually said, as my suddenly useless tongue flopped out of my mouth like a particularly juicy St. Bernard’s, was this: “Hhhhnuuuuhh.” Then I moved over. Oh yeah. It was real classy. He seemed a little startled to be slavered at by a mental defective, but he sat down and immediately pulled out his phone. Then he made another call in French while I moaned softly to myself and beat myself up internally and tried to pretend I had super-hot Frenchmen getting cozy with me all the damned time. I didn’t say another word until I had to go, about ten minutes later. He and I had spent time checking each other out sideways in the meantime, as he conducted his call. He hung up just as I started collecting the three miles of my scarf. “Are you leaving so soon?” he purred. I’d kind of planned for this moment. I intended to say something clever. Something witty. Something European. Something that would convey my lusty good sense of humor and my intention to land him flat on his back on the bed of his designer-decorated apartment. So I opened my mouth and “Huhh-huuh-huh!” came splatting out. Then I tittered like a geisha and went running out of the coffee shop with a flaming face. Classy as shit, that’s what I am. Considering getting your favorite unpaid blogger a last-minute Christmas gift? You could always get one for me too, while you’re at it! Let’s get to some questions from readers. I haven’t done this in a while. You are so full of yourself. Wow. Ya think? No shit, Sherlock. I mean, I spend time writing about me, myself and I on a regular basis for total strangers on the internet. How many months of getting a monitor tan while jacking off while reading me did it take for you to come to that brilliant conclusion? Actually, you know who I find tends to tell someone else—anonymously, of course—that he’s full of himself? Someone who’s life is sad and extremely empty, that’s who. Truth. Is there a sexual experience you've had and, afterward thought, nope don't need to do that again? If so... what was it? Scat. I would like to make clear I was on the giving end, not the receiving side of that particular fetish. The other fellow was in hog heaven, so to speak; I kept thinking that despite being the dominant partner, how humiliated and vulnerable I felt in that position. So nope. Never again. How does someone get to meet the breeder? Proximity is a factor—it helps if you're in the metro NYC area. A willingness to work with me on finding a time and place is key. But hey, if you want to pay for a plane ticket and fly me to you and put me up for a couple of days, I'm game for that too! I've met, and consequently written about, quite a few of my readers at this point. I think they'll testify that I am real and that I give a guy a very good time. Have you ever misinterpreted someone's body language as sexual advances? Oh, absolutely. I started learning to read people in my early teens, when I was active at cruising spots like my local park and library. The ritual of sexual courtship in those places could be quite stylized, as men would pass each other multiple times, making eye contact and showing preference, through their body language and stance, for their intended mating partner. The strutting, the showing off, and then finally the consummation as the pair would wander off into the woods or down to the toilets, was like an episode of "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom" that never made it to air. But there were quite a few times, especially when I was younger, that I misinterpreted a friendly posture, open legs, an inviting smile, or a dangling hand as an invitation, when it probably wasn't. I also learned to read, by the blank stares or puzzlement when I would come close to these guys and they wouldn't understand why, when I was just plain wrong. Nowadays I'm more apt to misread the kind of body language that's closed down or shut off or turned away as disinterest, when it's really the guy's lack of confidence to make known his desire for me. If they were filming the story of your life, what would it be called? Tales from the Slurp Ramp: The Peregrinations of a Sexual Adventurer, starring Bradley Cooper. More...

I didn't get any loads tonight, but did have a raw 3 way. Got fucked for about 35m by the 24 years old whte boy w/ about 7" and thick, and the older guy just had me blow him till he came on my face. Then the top fucked the guy i blew till he came.

About to get fucked by a young Syrian refugee. Mmm!

I get fucked all the time without lube. I'm used to it and can open my hole to accommodate it. I really prefer the extra friction, but most tops don't want to hurt their cock so they will put a lot of spit on their cocks before they enter me. Some will have me suck their cocks so they are making enough pre-cum to fuck me without any extra lube. Lube is ok but i really prefer the taste of a cock after it has been in my ass, if there isn't any lube on it.

Question...I almost always am hard when I'm being fucked....Is that not typical? Tops don't like that? (I've never had any complains...)

I checked out a cruising spot nearby. I had heard about it but hadn't gotten decent directions until recently. The trail headed off the road. I saw a guy in a dark sweatshirt standing in the woods nearby but decided to check the area out first. The trail went pretty much straight in a section of woods between two highways. On this gray drizzly day I wasn't expecting much action. I saw some lesser used trails to the sides. The main trail ended at a clearing with no one around there so I checked out the trail to the left. It went up to a ridge top, no one there so I went back down and checked out the first trail to the downhill side. I followed it around and found an old foundation with a chimney. The chimney had a small concrete sided room at the bottom of it. I hung out a bit and looked around on the ground. There were a few used condoms there, I picked them up to inspect them. They were empty of cum for obvious reasons, the tips had been cut. It was a dreary cool day, still no one around so I explored some more, The trail dead ended so I headed back towards the chimney. Just as I got back to the chimney a real fem tall red haired guy dressed in all red approached. I walked towards the concrete structure and started a conversation, he followed and joined me next to the chimney. I mentioned it was my first time there and how it looked like a great place to have fun. That was all the cue he needed. My pants were soon down to my knees with me leaning up against the concrete wall with Mr. Red prepping my hole with his tongue. I moaned and started begging him to give me what I deserve. He rammed his long slender cock deep into me and showed no mercy. I heard another voice urging him on, the guy in the dark sweatshirt had found us. They talked as if they knew each other. Mr. Red began panting and telling me he was going to breed me as the dark sweatshirt guy urged him on. I felt the pulse of his raw cock spewing deep in my ass and everything go slippery. He held a tight grip on my hips and then pulled out and backed away. He told the guy in the sweatshirt, " go for it, give him your bug too." Mr. Red composed himself and walked away as this huskier shorter cocked guy mounted me. He was a bit of a troll but I was in a horned up slutty mood so I didn't care. I could hear the splat and squirt of the cum in my ass being pushed in and pulled out. This guy got real excited and was mumbling something about poz and blew his load quick. He pulled out and rushed away even quicker then the first guy. I reached back and scooped up what I could of the loads dripping out of me and licked my hand clean. The drizzle began to change to rain, I pulled up my pants, with my ass satisfied and started walking back to my car.

sleazy_brit_boy & 120daysofsodom - that's what your cumdump pussies are for - taking all cocks and loads. Think of all the times you've been bred because you only care about the cock. Your cunts don't care about hot or ugly. They only know they HAVE to milk the loads out of big, raw bones. Picky boys use toys but you fall asleep and wake up with multiple sperm loads in you.

Probably 8 hours later Alex came down to get Rocky and I. Both of us were dehydrated as fuck, but otherwise okay. Looking out the kitchen window, I realized it was really late afternoon. Dad came in and said that we had had enough, "And Cheyenne has to be in good shape by tomorrow, so no more medicine. In fact, get him some vitamins and sports drinks so he can crash." Alex got everything that was needed, and by nightfall I was crashing hard, as was Rocky. I didn't feel the greatest, but Dad sent for me by way of the strange servant guy. I followed him into Dad's office. "So, do you want to become one of my sons?" He asked. "Sure, but what are the steps?" Was my simple reply. "Well, you still have a few months of high school to finish, and clearly you can't be coming here every weekend. There is a six month pledgeship before I decide for sure if you're going to become part of the family." I told him that I was sure that I wanted to try it, so we cut a deal. First, I was to come to Atlanta once per month and be with him and his boys, second, I was to spend spring break there, and finally, I was to be fitted with a chastity cage and was not to engage in any sexual activity other than with him or the boys. It sounded like a good deal to me, so I agreed. "One last thing," he said, " you will become HIV positive" during your pledge period. All of my boys are positive and so am I. You will earn the biohazard tattoo before you fully join." I was dumbfounded. Why on Earth would I want a deadly and incurable disease. He saw the look on my face, "Boy, it's how we bond. All of my boys have my DNA in them and you will too. In fact, you might already. If you get a sudden flu in the next few weeks, call Rocky or Alex, they'll know what to do." He dug around his desk and finally found the papers he was looking for. "Here is a contact list for me and everyone of my sons. If we shake on this, tomorrow morning before you leave, Rocky and Alex will take you to shop where you will be measured and get your cock cage put on. The key will stay with me here in Atlanta. It will be about two sizes too small to emphasize that your cunt is your primary sex organ and that your dick only causes you discomfort." I was about to shake with him, "Oh, and two last things, notice that Rocky and Alex have no body hair. I expect yours to be off tonight, especially around that tight cunt of yours and get some jock straps. I don't want to see your caged dick anymore than I have to. Secondly, and most important: I see that you have noticed Jason. He is the servant here. I am sure that you have noticed that he is somewhat different, almost feminine. He was one of my boys a few years ago, but he started selling drugs to guys he didn't know, which almost got us busted, and was also having sex outside of the family. He was given two choices: either repay all the money I had spent on him, including his college tuition, or loose his balls. He chose to give me his balls and now works here as my servant." I was taken aback! This man meant business for sure. Bit, seeing no other way to go to college, and fuck did I enjoy the sex, I shook his hand. I was now a pledge. That evening, I went back to Rocky and Alex's apartment. They helped me shave all of my proud boy hair off. By the time they were done I was as smooth as a baby. I looked at Alex, "how do you guys stay so big" I asked. Alex looked at me, "We are in the gym, with Dad's other boys five or six days a week, plus we use steroids. You will too once your pledge period is up. It makes you so fucking horny that Rocky and I have been fucking each other every night for five years. But, that's about to change as Dad wants Rocky to become more of a bottom, so he is gonna be kept locked just like you until he changes." With that he helped me wash off the last of my body hair, and asked, "Lil bro, ya wanna cum one last time before tomorrow morning?" "Sure" And with that, he summoned Rocky in to give me a blow job. Here I was, an 18 year old kid getting a blow job from a cock locked 23 year old stud. It only took me a few minutes to cum and we went to bed. The next morning, we got up and had a passable breakfast of leftover pizza. Then we went to the shop that Dad had mentioned the day before. The guy behind the counter knew exactly what we were there for, and took us straight to the back. I was measured and in less than five minutes I was wearing a stainless steel cock cage, that just as Dad had promised, was too small. It even had sharp points in it to make it even more uncomfortable if you can believe that. We then went into the front and a butt plug and dildo were retrieved for me by Rocky and Alex. "Dad said you are to fuck yourself with this at least every other night, and sleep with this plug in every night" Rocky said. With that, we left the store. No money ever changed hands, but I'm sure that it was billed to Dad. As I got in my truck to head home, Alex said " the next two weeks are gonna be the hardest. After that the cage will be second nature to ya." Fuck, I was going to go through a two week withdrawal period from jacking off, something I'd done twice a day nearly every day for the last seven years and I wasn't going to be back to see my brothers until the period was over. This was going to suck like hell. But, I got in the truck and made the three hour drive home. End of part two. Will continue with part three.

Part Two The following Thursday I called the number they had given me from a pay phone on the way home from school. I couldn't have a long distance call showing up on my grandparents phone bill. I got right through to Alex and told him that I would be there tomorrow night. "Great! Sort of figured you would find a way to get here". He then gave me their address and told me to be there by 7. The next night I arrived with fifteen minutes to spare. Rocky let me in. "We have a surprise for ya. Tonight you get to meet our dad." I looked at him in a funny way, since Alex and Rocky don't look a thing alike, " Why do I want to meet your folks?" Rocky looked at me and started to laugh, "He's not our real dad, but we do share the same DNA." I just looked at him sort of puzzled and figured I must have missed something when I was sleeping through 10th grade biology class. A few minutes later Alex arrived and announced that we had better get showered or we were gonna be late. Both Alex and Rocky showered together, then Rocky came for me as Alex again hung the enema bag. "Better be good and clean for tonight lil bro, Dad can put you through some paces." With that, they left and I got ready. We arrived at Dad's house exactly at 8. It was the same house they had taken me to the week previous. It being much earlier, a young guy, not much older than myself answered the door. Something didn't seem exactly right about him I noted mentally, but being polite I went in with Rocky and Alex. We were escorted to Dad's office. "Boys, you did well" bellowed a beefy fortyish daddy type from his chair behind the largest desk I'd ever seen. "Boys, ya'll go downstairs and get everything ready while the boy and I have a talk." Rocky and Alex left the room, as did the funny looking assistant. I was now all alone with a guy who I literally wanted to worship, but he was all business. He shuffled some papers around, and startled me when he knew my name, "Cheyenne, I see you have done fairly well in school, you come from a decent, yet religiously misguided family, is that correct?" Startled, I just nodded. "I know you have better manners than that, boy. You come from a good family in Alabama. You will address me as Sir." "Yessir" I replied. " I have had you investigated over the past week to see if you might be a suitable match for our family here. It does seem that you would be a good match." "What do you mean by your family, Sir?" "Well, I help out deserving young guys such as yourself in exchange for a few minor things, such as sex and some occasional low level drug dealing at the bars." " I don't want to become a whore or a drug dealer, Sir." "It's not exactly like you think, you would basically service myself, some select friends, and so far as the dealing goes, I have so many connections with the DA's office you will never be arrested." Still nervous about it, he told me about how well his family has done. Dad is the president of the largest bank in Georgia and has business connections in every field. He told me that right now he had 4 boys currently in college and that they lived in two pairs here in the city. "If you accept, you will probably live with Rocky and Alex, although I will have to get a bigger apartment for the three of you. But there's no pressure. You have until at least June to make a decision. If you accept I can promise you that you'll graduate and get whatever job you want." "I have a total of twenty boys in my family, with four in college and the other sixteen in excellent positions around the city, one is even starting to have boys of his own." With that, the conversation ended and the funny looking guy reappeared and escorted me downstairs to where Rocky and Alex were. "Lil bro, you're gonna have the night of your life tonight, so get ready. Jump in the shower and use the attachment to clean out again,band then put these on" handing me a jock strap. I did as I was told, and when I came out of the bathroom I followed the voices. The hallway opened up to a room that had stuff that I couldn't even describe. In the middle hung two slings (I learned what they were really fast). Rocky and Alex were talking to Dad --about me and what they had observed when we had watched porn the weekend before. They could tell I was nervous, so Alex grabbed that familiar glass pipe again and told me to take a few hits. Just as I did I saw four syringes produced. Rocky looked at me with an evil grin, "Buddy, if you like the smoke, you're gonna love a slam. Now get in the chair." Now I was truly nervous. A tourniquet was wrapped around my left biceps and Dad grabbed a syringe with a black mark on it. "I think he'll like a full quarter for the first time, boys." With that I felt a pinch, looked down and could see red in the barrel and then holy fucking shit.... More to come...

Alex and Rocky left me plugged and in bed for maybe five minutes alone. They came back in, "Want some water, pig?" "Yes" I responded and was handed a bottle of water. They wanted to find out a bit more about me and a game of fifty questions started. Mostly about my background and what plans I had after I graduated high school. My plan had been to attend college, but with my folks kicking me out, that probably wasn't an option. I found out that both Alex and Rocky were engineering graduate students in Atlanta. "I think you may have some potential," Rocky said. Even in my fucked up state, I got interested really fast. Alex piped up, " Let's see what we can do to help ya out on the college thing. We know people that might be interested." After that we went back into the living room and continued to watch some really hot porn of various types. Both guys watched my reaction to the various fetishes involved, almost as if they were studying me. Sometime later, they both took turns fucking me and then I was given a heavy dose of G to knock me out. Sometime late in the afternoon I came around. Both Rocky and Alex were laying on the couch watching TV. " when ya gotta be back home?" Rocky asked. "I need to be back by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, so I need to be gone by noon tomorrow for sure". Both guys lit up with smiles. "Whatcha think of last night?" Alex asked. "It was fucking mind blowing." Alex shot back that tonight I could have a few drinks, maybe a joint, but no more. I had no idea at the time, hut I was still pretty high. One look in the mirror confirmed that, as my eyes still looked like saucers. Coming back into the living room, Rocky told me that I had some serious potential and that my laid back, humble attitude was a big plus. That night we went out again, but got back early and only fooled around a bit since I had to go home the next day. The next morning we got some food and exchanged numbers before retrieving my truck. With that, I was ready to head home. "Ya coming back next weekend lil bro?" Asked Alex. I said that I would call them on Thursday night and let them know. "Well, ya better. We should have an answer for your future plans by then." I got in my truck and left what had been the most eventful event in my lifetime up until then. On the way home I kept wondering about Rocky and Alex having matching biohazard tattoos with a date above it and the word "Brother" under it. Being young and naive, I just assumed it was a college frat thing. Little did I know that I would have a matching (except for the date) tattoo in less than four months.

so im wayyy behind updating this but here is how it went ; ) we arranged to meet up at his place because his rmmt was going to be gone, drove an hour to his place (furthest i ever drove for a fuck) right when i walked in we said hey N he was already rock hard in his shorts. Went straight down to his basement and he showed me his sling room and fuck room they have down there. He wasted no time getting a belt around my arm and already had the slams ready, i asked what to expect....he said you will get a major rush and get really fucking horny!! He gave me a slam, took the belt off and i felt it a lil bit but nothing crazy. He asked how i felt while he was doing his, i could see the difference in him and he was feeling it wayyy more then me. He said he was gonna give me a bigger one, he did it again and i felt a stronger buzz but not like him. He was getting horny as fuck and said he was just gonna booty bump me.... now that i felt!! I was feeling high as fuck and he pulled his cock out N shoved it down my throat, started face fucking me hard... pulled out and told me to get undressed N bend over it was time to load me up!! I got on my knees on the edge of the bed and he started rimming me to get me wet then stood up and slammed his cock in me, fucked me for like 10 minutes N blew his load in me. He put me face down on the bed and started rimming my bred hole again, asked me if i ever let poz guys fuck me (his profile online said Neg), i said i had once but was Neg, he said he fucks poz guys, i asked his status and he didnt answer and started fuckin me again.... i remember him slamming me hard as fuck and then he started askin me if I wanted another one of daddies Poz loads.... yea u fuckin pig u want daddy to Poz ur hole??? fuckin take that daddy dick!! he fucked me for a reallyyy long time and fuckin blasted another load in me. We made out forever b4 he started fuckin my mouth again.... all while he kept finger fuckin my used hole.... he said it was time to slam again... he slammed himself N booty bumped me again.... put me in the sling... stradled my chest N started using my throat to lube up... got off me and lined his cock up with my hole... asked me if i wanted daddies cock... made me beg for his poz load b4 he slammed into me and used me till he bred me again... asked me if i wanted some chem piss in me.... i was so high i wouldve said yes to anything. He put a funnel in me and started flooding me with his chem piss while i was in the sling.... something i had never done, but was hot as fuck!! We went and crashed on the bed for an hour or so making out when he asked me if I wanted to try G, i said sure and he gave me a capful, said wait 10 mins N it will kick in and man did it ever!! at first made me feel sick kinda for a few then i just wanted him inside me, he put me in the sling and started using me then took me to the bed and really fuckin slammed me till he bred me a 4th time while making me beg for his poz daddy seed to knock me up!! we chilled on the bed for a lil bit b4 he got a text from his partner (not rmmt i found out) who wondered what time he was gonna be done with me lol .... it was 9AM.... i had been there 13 hours getting used. Def did not feel like that long!! i told him id take off, left his place and realized how fuckin high i was when i tried driving lol, parked in a parking lot and chilled for like an hour. The comedown the next few days was a bitch though, body aches and rushes for like 2 days!! Was a hot way to try slamming, booty bumps, G, chem piss all in the same night by a scruffy sexy muscular daddy!!

Completely agree that cheating is a fetish for me. I love getting fucked and loaded...but cheating while doing it makes it even hotter...and the best is when the guy fucking me is also cheating.

There are tops, sluttylad, who like having a cum dump boyfriend - who like him coming home frenzied after taking multiple loads, his pussy even hungrier than it was before taking the first load. There's nothing better than tongue fucking the boy's loose, cum dripping frenzied pussy and then giving him his last load for the night. The tops who like taking the boy to the baths, sex clubs, sex resorts, glory holes and turning him loose as a cum receptacle and watching him become greedier with each load, the boy not caring who is breeding him - only more and more will do. You are more likely to find this with an older Dad type who has seen it all and knows exactly what he wants. There will be plenty of times where you just stay home and Dad works your pussy in ways there are different than the pump and dump group sessions and plenty of times where he turns you loose to be a never satisfied cum receptacle because he knows there is too much cock out there for you to resist. If you want to be taken on breeding adventures that you haven't yet experienced, commit to a Dad and go along for the ride.

The best holes to use are the "just a hole" boys. They ache for cock and sperm 24/7 and know how to milk cock for the maximum load and their cunts are usually trained enough to take about any size cock using just spit as lube. Bend the boy over, breed him and pass him on. Always leave the cum dump wanting more. And the more he gets, the more he needs until he is "just a hole" for any cock and any load.

As Duke rubbed his still dripping cock over Ryan’s face and then into the boys mouth getting the lad to clean it off as I sat on the armchair and lubed up my cock grunting “hurry up and clean that cock son, then get over here and ride my cock”, a few minutes later the kid climbed up straddling me and lowered his sweet tight hole down on my dick sighing blissfully “mmmm your cocks so big”, I grinned as I put my big hands on his hips pushing his pussy further down onto my cock “yeah I am boy and your cunt is so tight, for now”, ginger just moaned and started to ride me as my phone beeped and I read the text from Carlo’s ‘bring the slut over when your ready’. Thirty minutes later after I’d spunked up the kid’s shitter and Duke had gotten a nice long sloppy blowjob we pulled some shorts on and took a very high Ryan down to Carlos’s place. Carlos has an old house down a tiny alleyway well out of the way from prying eyes, it looks very non descript from the outside but on the inside it looks like an Aladdin’s cave, richly decorated and elaborate, mostly to cater for his main clientele the rich Arabs and Africans who desired white boy arse but also needed a discreet though expensive place to live out their wildest fantasises. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Carlos who ushered us in and then up to his office where he wasted no time in pushing Ryan’s shorts down and examining the boys body to which ginger posed and preened like a champion stud, Carlos nodded to his henchman “blond him”, and I had to chuckle as the big burly gorillaesque guard grabbed Ryan by the upper arm and dragged the boy out of the room as Carlos spat onto the floor grinning “I got ginger slag’s by the fucking dozen”. Me, Duke and Carlos chilled out smoking and drinking brandy served to us by a bruised oriental kid, we watched some dirty porn and Duke sniggered as he heard a little whimper come from a way down the hall “Jesus that must be strong stuff”, Carlos put his cigarette out grinning “I need him blond mate”. Duke was now busy on the other side of the room molesting the oriental lad, his thoughts of Ryan seemingly gone from his mind as he raised his eyebrows at Carlos who indicated to a door “take him in there, he likes it rough”, the oriental kid looked fearful as Duke pulled him out of the room, followed by a little muffled whimper just before the door shut. A little while later a very blond Ryan was brought back to the room by the guard I had to admit the peroxide look suited the kid as he posed again showing off his now hairless body, Carlos grunted as he stroked Ryan’s rock hard cock “you like being high and getting fucked boy?”, the kid nodded his head “fuck yeah”, Carlos grinned snickering as he lead the lad over to his desk and handed the boy a pipe which the nipper immediately lit up “well you have come to the right place boy, I’ll keep you high and you’ll definitely get fucked”, the kid blew out white clouds “fucking cool, I want it” Carlos smiled “I know you do boy” as he pushed the kid to his knees and sat on his chair, Ryan did not need anymore prompting, he immediately pulled Carlos’s fat cock out of his shorts and sucked like a seasoned whore, Carlos rested his hand on the lads head and nodded to his henchman again who handed Carlos a box and then started to take pictures of Ryan sucking and I had to snigger when the guard used just one massive hand to separate the kids butt cheeks and take some pictures of the boys sweet little slightly red pussy hole, Carlos opened the box and pulled out a gold metal collar and put it round Ryan’s neck before looking at the pictures and nodding to the guard “go and see who wants to bid to be the first in the new boy”, adding as the guard turned leaving the room “and dollars or sterling only, no bullshit currency”. I took a sip of my brandy “so who’s the big ape-man”, Carlos chuckled “that’s Brutus”, I had to laugh “apt name!” , Carlos winked “mate when you see his dick and how he fucks you would agree with it more”, this piqued my interest “yeah?”, Carlo’s winked at me pressing a button on the remote and the screen changed to a fuck that made me raise my eyebrows, I whistled as I watched the hulking form of Brutus fucking a big bodybuilder boy with a dick that put even mine to shame, I watched grinning transfixed as the mammoth cock just plunged in and out of the lads torn up ravaged cunt “fuck the mans a monstercock man”, Carlos grinned “ain’t he just”, I rubbed my crotch as Brutus came back into the room and whispered in Carlo’s ear, Carlos grinned as he pulled his dick out of the kids mouth, “you can finished that later boy” and Brutus quite literally pulled Ryan up by his arm dragging him out of the room, Carlos winked at me “lets go and see some of the show but we got to be quiet”, I sort of frowned but smiled “sure” No even thinking about Duke I followed Carlos down a staircase and into a room lit only by a red light, Carlos put his finger to the lips and indicated to a sofa where we both sat, he flicked a button on the table in front of us and I grinned to see a two way mirror light up and exhaled “fuck yeah”, in the other room Ryan was on his hands and knees sucking one black mans big cock as another was sliding a finger in and out of Ryan’s arsehole, I swear they were the darkest black guys I had ever seen, they even made Duke seem pale in comparison, Carlos whispered “the one being sucked is General Aba Bonsu, some shit high up in some African dictatorship, the other some shit colonel in his army”, I laughed quietly as the colonel added another finger along side his one in the kids pussy “I bet his nationals don’t know about this”, Carlos sniggered “fuck no”. The general pulled his dick out of Ryan’s mouth and barked something at the colonel, the sound was too muffled to understand and Carlos whispered “rooms not fully soundproofed that’s why we gotta be quiet” the colonel nodded and twisted Ryan round to his arse was pointed directly at us, Carlos lit a cigar “the shit likes to watch himself in the mirror as he plays with a sluts pussy”, I smiled as we watched the general caressed the boys arse cheeks before sticking his middle finger into a pot and then sliding the thick digit in the kids cunt grinning at himself in the mirror as the colonel held Ryan firmly in place as the kid started to squirm, I looked at Carlos “what that more tina?”, Carlos whispered “shhhh no it’s some African drug, feels like a thousand needles at first apparently but that goes soon enough and makes a boys pussy hungrier than on Tina”, I grinned “I like the sound of that”, we went back to watching as more and more of the gunge was fingered into Ryan and sure enough his squirming soon subsided, the General seemed to talking lovingly to the kid as he graduated to two fingers and soon enough three were pushing in and out of Ryan’s hungry little pussy. After a while the general spoke to the Colonel and he was passed a reasonably sized black dildo, he slapped it on the boys arse and said something to Ryan who raised himself up on his hands and looked over his shoulder his eyes filled with wonder and lust as the general slowly pushed the dildo into his pussy, the kid was licking his lips as he watched himself getting fucked with the dildo making the general laugh as he pushed the dildo all the way into the boys cunt and the colonel pushed his dick into Ryan’s mouth, the kid seemed to look lovingly at the colonel as the dick pushed through his lips, Carlos grinned “that African shits like ‘e’ makes you all hungry and loved up”, I smirked I watched the boy spasm and the general laugh deeply as he pulled the dildo out of the boys hole, the kids cunt was dripping with mucus from his analgasm, the general scooped some up with his fingers and reached over rubbing the mucus on the colonels cock having the boy eat his own arse juices, I chuckled “I like his style”. I grinned as the general shoved three fingers up the boys gaping cunt before pulled them out covered with the kids juices rubbing them on his cock and clicking his fingers at the colonel while still with his dick still in Ryan’s mouth twisted the boy round again, the general slapped the kids arse hard barking something and the lad immediately moved his knees apart, Carlos chuckled quietly as the general looked at himself in the mirror stroking his cock in an exaggerated manner, not taking his eyes off himself as he positioned it and shoved his length into Ryan’s cunt “the arsehole is such a narcissist”, I nodded as the general grabbed the kids hips fucking him in an exaggerated fashion for a while before shouting something at the colonel who pushed his dick further into the boys throat as the general slammed into the lads arse and it was obvious that both where cumming in Ryan at the same time. Moments later the general and his colonel left the room and we enjoyed the view of Ryan kneeling on the floor just a foot or so away from the other side of the mirror jacking and eating the spunk that was leaking from his pussy, Carlos breathed out “at least we can talk a bit more normal now he’s to fucked up to notice”, surely enough the kid did not even seem to react as he was caught up to much in his own slutty reflection.

Duke was padding round the apartment looking at himself in the mirrors at every opportunity making me laugh “hey chill out you look good!”, Duke flexed his pecs raising his eyebrows in a quite sinister way “you think he’ll like me?”, I had to smirk “like he has a choice”, Duke broke out into a wide grin “true, hey time to go” My boy walked into the living room and I had to smile as I rubbed my crotch my boy was looking hot as fuck especially with the Mohawk haircut I had given him earlier, not that he had been too keen on it at the time, in fact I’d had to show him what happens when a boy fucks off his Dad and you could see from the way he was walking that the good hiding I’d given had been effective. The kid shuffled his feet and bit his lip “I’m really very sorry Daddy”, I shrugged my shoulders “I know you are boy, but who knows best?” he bowed his head “you do Daddy”, I smile and gave him a kiss on the forehead “that’s right boy, and don’t you forget it”. The kid looked uncomfortable sitting all the way to the airport and to me that was just fine because he has to learn after all. Ryan was indeed as cute as a button, a very short little red haired muscle boy who looked in awe at Dukes bulk as the big black man draped his arm over his shoulder leading him to the van, he looked quizzically at Bobby “who are these guys?”, Duke grinned showing off his gold teeth his voice like rich smooth chocolate “we’re Bobby’s new best friends chicky, and yours too now”. Turns out Ryan was not quite as naïve as Bobby was, though that was not so hard to imagine really and ‘ginger’ was soon chatting eagerly in the back swigging a bottle of beer as Duke flirted with him shamelessly, I heard a giggle “I’ve done it once and always wanted try it again” I looked in the rear view mirror to see Duke lighting the pipe and blowing clouds then holding it out to ginger egging the boy on low and smooth who took it and sucked on it blowing out clouds like a seasoned pro. By the time we got back the apartment Duke had partially ravaged ginger, the boy only had his flip flops and cargo shorts still on his lips a little red from the copious amount of kissing Duke had been doing to the lad, I had to admit his body was very good not as bulky as bobby’s more lean and sculpted. Once in the apartment I grinned as Bobby and Ryan shared the pipe giggling and making out with each other between blowing clouds as Duke and I watched them with sheer lustful gazes. I pulled bobby away, ripping his vest top off before giving him a deep kiss as I undid the kids shorts, they fell to the floor as I twisted Bobby round squeezing and feeling his tits, cock and balls, ginger just whispered “wow” and looked on agog wide eyed with morbid fascination as his friend was molested by a big hairy brute easily old enough to be his dad or even grandfather. Duke moved in on ginger, the new boy hardly flinched as Duke started to rub the lads tented shorts “you like that chicky? Like watching Bobby boy being touched like that?” I watched over Bobby’s shoulder as I continued to feel him up as ginger nodded gasping “fuck yeah”, Duke fed ginger kid the pipe again before pulling the boy up mirroring our positions, Duke put his mouth close to Ryan’s ear as his slipped his hands round gently massaging gingers ample pecs “you want to be felt up like that don’t ya boy?”, redhead gurgled and nodded his eyes never leaving the sight of Bobby loving being felt up by me as Duke slid his hands down Ryan’s naval undid the button on Ryan’s shorts and pushed them down until they slipped and fell to his ankles, I had to grin as Duke grabbed the boys balls squeezing them hard as he stuck his tongue in the nippers ear “bobby is a little bitch fuck boy now chicky and your going to be one too!” Ryan’s eyes widened but he did not react in any other way to that comment except to groan and gasp as Duke slapped him on his bubble butt hard grinning and sneering “follow me boy”, ginger gulped but slowly stepped out of his shorts and followed Duke like a little puppy dog.

I squeezed Bobby’s balls hard enjoying him squirming on my lap trying to retain composure as he chatted to his pal Ryan on the phone “aww c’mon dude, its great here”, he covered the mouthpiece on the phone “he says no cash”, I nodded whispering “we’ll pay, tell him you’ll put it on your credit card”. A few minutes later Bobby was grinning as Ryan readily agreed to be on the plane later that day, he hung up the phone and leaned in to kiss me “he’s coming daddy”, as me and the kid shared a nice long sloppy wet kiss Duke grunted jovially “oh he’ll be cumming chicky and paying for that flight with his arse, just like you!” Carlos is one of the guys that epitomises the stereotypical Spanish Daddy, big gut, hairy, very sweaty with a big bushy handlebar moustache, everything a Spanish daddy should be except he was born in London and had a cockney accent that 15 years living in Spain had not diminished. Carlos was swigging beer out of a bottle and had a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth as I let him into the apartment; he smirked and grinned as Duke fed Bobby the pipe “just warming the kid up eh?” I laid it out there and then “I want the boys tits, ears and boycock pierced”, Carlos traced his finger up Bobby’s ab’s who shivered under his touch, Carlos chewed on his cigar “gold or silver?”, I looked at Bobby, taking in his deep tan, bright blue eyes and brassy blond hair “gold for sure”, Carlos got his bag “gold’s expensive bro”, I smirked and pushed the kid onto his back on the table, lifting his legs back to show his pink swollen cunt off to Carlos “only the best for my boy”, Carlos rubbed his impressive cock through his shorts “nice, I could pimp him easily?”, I laughed “no no Carlos this boy is mine for always” and picked up the kids phone showing him the picture of sweet little ginger Ryan “once Dukes done with him you can have that” Carlos looked at the picture as my boy slid off the table, got on his knees and undid Carlos’s shorts making the man gasp as my boy started sucking “pity he’s ginger I am over stocked with ginger at the mo”, Duke grabbed the phone off Carlos “well I like ginger and may keep him so lets see what else Ted’s boy has to offer!”, I grinned as my boy started to suck on Carlos’s log of a cock “you sure you don’t wanna sell this one?”, I rubbed my boys head “No he’s mine”. The sun glistened off my boys earrings in the early afternoon sun as he groaned and grunted as Carlos’s big slick cock reamed out his cunt, I pulled on the boys engorged newly pierced nips “your such a good boy making daddy proud”, the kid purred “thank you Daddy”, I kissed my boy toy on the forehead as his phone beeped, I picked it up winking at Duke “seems Ryan has just checked in”, Duke grinned as he slipped his cock into my boys mouth “good, I am eager to chem. and poz his lil white muscle butt!”.

I could never stay hard in a condom, either fucking or when someone fucked me but the good boy in me just put up, then I hooked with a guy in a club...think I was 18 and he was 20 and we ended up back at his, once we got all he sucking and wanking over with it was time to fuck and there was no mention of rubber...he went in raw and it was like a whole new world opened up. By the morning I went home with 3 loads inside me. We dated for 3 months and then I spotted walking into a city centre cottage and upon investigation he was fucked a guy in a stall raw. But then I was young and thought that relationships where about fucking with one guy only so ended it but left with bareback desire alight. After that I would avoid rubbers if I could and by the time I hit 26 I was poz and I am now 36 and workout 5 times aweek and run triathlons so it hasn't stopped me in anyway; yes I have to take a pill a day...I have to do that for hayfever too, really not hard; I have to go to hospital every 6 months I get a full check up looking at everything from my weight to my blood pressure so if something is amiss there is time to fix it. I only look for guys into bb so don't have the rejection and I find these days 90% of guys in a dark room bb and if they want it safe I just move off; however I find a lot will take that bag off anyway and go in raw. If bb is your thing then becoming poz is something you have to deal with; so you can either moan or moan while taking a recharge off another hot poz guy and get on enjoying your one life!

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

Xtube Pozzing – Locked and Loaded: The first shot of scalding cum landed in my right eye as the homeless guy frantically beat his dick. “That’s it,” Lex yelled to make himself heard above the din of voices of the men waiting to use me, “Glaze his face. Stick out that tongue whore, taste that infected cum, that’s it, show the folks at home what a good hungry slut you are.” I turned my head slightly and squinted my left eye so I could see Lex, video camera in hand, capturing the first hot load. After already being used by the pimp in the alley, Jay, Griz and his guys, Lex, and their friends, the guys now decided the best way for me to serve them as a whore was to star in my own Xtube video as a white, negative bottom being raped and infected by a group of nasty black men. I now looked at the homeless guy standing over me, the one who’s crust covered dick I had sucked and licked clean and who had just shot on my face. “Good, now turn to the camera again and say ‘thank you Black Master for your infected load – I am nothing but a white negative whore ready to be used and bred’ – now say it,” Lex ordered. Suddenly my head spun a bit and it seemed like the homeless was moving in fast-forward mode as his hand looked like it was jacking at 100 miles an hour. Must be the drugs, fuck I had never been so fucked up and high! Yet, somehow I still managed to give my thanks and prayed for more. “Who’s next? Get those dicks locked and loaded and show me the money shot!” Lex said as the first guy stepped book, someone else grabbed my head and forced another dirty dick down my throat. “Remember. First loads go on his face, down his throat. Once everyone coats the whore up, we’ll then move on the main event – seeing you fuckas rape and infect that pink whore ass!!!” This elicited a loud round of “FUCK YEAHS and GONNA FUCK THAT BITCH GOOD and YOU WAIT WHORE, I GOT SOME CHARGED DICK FOR YOU!” For the moment, all I could do was focus on sucking the guy in front of me and not flipping out from the drugs. I reached up to wipe the first load off my face and eye and SLAP! Jay’s big hand hit my face again, making me bit down on the dick in my mouth as Jay said, “Don’t fucking touch that. Every hole and pore in your body needs to absorb that infected cum, you hear me? I wanna see my little rabbit covered in nutt, so you just keep on working that mouth slut!” I nodded, opened my mouth, and took the dick back in, the cum now seeping a little into my right eye and stinging like hell, but I knew better now than to try to wipe it off. Griz then said, “For your horny bastards watching this, not only will this white whore get pozzed up and infected with who the fuck knows what today, you can all consider this a How To Manual in How To Serve Your Black Masters. Ain’t that right whore? Tell them? Tell them you want that black dick, tell them you need that poz cum, tell them what a slut you are for that long, thick, hood dick.” I twisted my head, letting the dick currently in mouth slip out as I turned my face towards Lex and the camera and said, “Yes Master. I’m a whore whore for my black masters. Please teach me how to serve you. Please use me as your whore. I’m your baby drinker. Please infect me anyway you want, with anything you want – but most of all Masters – please give me more drugs!” The guys standing around me all started to laugh as Jay leaned down, held his crack pipe to my lips, and Lex moved in for a close up as the smoke from the pipe swirled around my cum coated face then focused in on me blowing it around the dick waiting for my mouth. Lex growled, “Fuck yeah! Good whore learns quick, look at that, smoking that dick.” Soon the guy fucking my throat picked up the pace and as he got close pulled out and as he did Jay said, “Say what you carrying man – tell the camera what you got so folks know if you’re gonna give our whore here the ‘package’ or something else.” Just as he started to speak someone placed their hands over my ears so I could not hear, and as I was about to ask why thick globs of cum started hitting my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch the wayward drops, and then sucked him dry once he had glazed me. That was the way the rest of the guys went – shoving their dirty dicks down my throat, as they got close they would start jacking to be sure they coated my face and just as they started to shoot someone would cover my ears while the guy told the camera what he was carrying. I guess I sucked 8 or 10 guys, both of my eyes were completely encased in cum, my face was covered, I had cum drips down my neck, even some in my hair and on one ear. Some of the bigger dicked guys had really gotten off on making me choke on their dick and they forced it past my gag reflex, so my chest was also covered with cum and gut juice I spit up. While I waited for the next dick Lex said, “That’s it for the first set of loads. Here baby, open that mouth, let your black masters feed you what you missed.” I obeyed, opened my mouth, and soon big thick fingers were wiping my face off then shoving the infected load into my waiting mouth. After a couple minutes of licking fingers clean, Jay bent down, lifted me up, and then sat back in the chair with me in his lap. I wiped my hands vigorously over my face like a little hamster trying to clean himself off, shook my head to get myself back in the here-and-now, and smiled as Griz leaned down, patted my face, handed me a pipe and said, “Good slut. That shit was hot. While the fellas light up and get ready for the next round I put a little something special in this glass, so let me burn it for you, just open those pink lips and inhale when I tell you.” With Jay holding me in a bear hug in his lap, and Griz lighting the pipe, I opened my lips anxious for whatever new drug they planned to dose me with. I didn’t care anymore or question what they gave me, or what they made me do, all I knew is that I wanted more of it all – more dick, more drugs, more dick, and more drugs. I hit the pipe and started choking and coughing as Griz laughed and said, “Fuck damn! Don’t try to take it all at once. This shit is tough shit, so ease up on it, it’s not some dick for you to jump on, you feel me?” I laughed a little, took a smaller hit, and immediately my whole body tingled, my mind cleared, everything seemed more 3-D. Lex then came up, leaned down, kissed me long and hard and after he pulled away said to the others, “OK, what’s next? Right to fucking or something else? Here’s what I’m thinking….” A few minutes later I was on my hands and knees on the nasty carpet in the basement as the homeless guys lined up behind me and in front of me. Before they started though Griz jumped the line, told me to open to my mouth, and as Lex zoomed in with the camera on my face Griz said, “Next up in training our whore is a good chem piss high. Here in the hood we like a fucked up, sloppy whore who takes every body fluid and we mean EVERY. Step 1 – cum facial, Step 2, take that nicca piss – so come on whore, open that mouth and you better swallow every fucking drop.” I started to gag and choke as the first stream of piss from Griz’s dick shot down my throat. Fuck damn that was awful, but Griz just growled, slapped my face hard, held my head between his big hands and forced his dick in a bit further as he continued to piss in my mouth and I continued to gag and choke and piss ran out of my lips and down my chin. At the same time, the homeless guys behind me moved around me and the first one lined his dick up with my ass and shoved it in. I expected to get fucked but he stayed still, his body tense as his fingers clamped into my hips and soon I started to understand why – he was pissing up my ass. I immediately tried to move, but Griz squeezed my head hard between his hands like a vise and growled, “STAY THE FUCK WHERE YOU AT – YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE EVERY DROP OF THIS PISS.” The first load of piss up my ass made be feel bloated and like I had to shit, and as soon as the first guy finished and pulled out I heard Lex say, “Clamp that hole shut. Fuck, for you folks at home, look at that, shiny hole covered in toxic piss full of chem. Watch that throat work, see his neck? He’s struggling to swallow that stream!” Lex was right. Every drop down my throat made my guts clench and just as Griz finished up and pulled his dick out my entire insides felt like they collapsed into a big fist and piss and cum and gut juice came pouring back out of my mouth and all over my arms and the carpet. “Damn! Like the fucking Exorcist and shit,” one of the homeless guys said. Lex kneeled, the camera now inches from my face as he said, “Say you want more. Say you’re sorry and say you want more. Tell them how you want to taste all the piss and feel it all up in your ass.” While the next homeless guy stuck his dick in my piss-filled and added to my bloat, another one slid his dick in my mouth as my tongue felt his meat twitch and dance before his piss started to flow. He did not have much to give me and I was able to keep it down, but as the third guy started to slide in my ass I could not hold my hole shut and piss and old cum came pouring out, making the next guy in line jump back and exclaim, “FUCKING NASTY BITCH!” before he reached forward and punched me hard in the side, right in the same spot the young dude had kicked me in. I cried out, immediately dropped and rolled over as angry voices surrounded me. I looked up from the floor and saw Jay and Griz both whaling on the dude, fists flying, and the sound of them connecting with bone and flesh seemed really unbelievably loud. “YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE – WHAT THE FUCK? YOU LIKE THAT SHIT? DUMB ASS FUCKER! YOU DON’T PUNISH A WHORE FOR WHAT’S ONLY A NATURAL REACTION THEY CAN’T CONTROL, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY TRYING – YOU FEEL US? WE TOLD YOU ALL TO LEAVE THAT SORT OF SHIT ON THE STREET.” As I struggled to focus the guy who punched me just kept screaming about his money, where’s his money, and was quickly dragged out the back door by Jay and Griz, his screams mixing with the yelps of the dogs in the backyard. One of the homeless guys knelt down and touched my face and asked if I was OK as Lex held out his hand to help me get up, his camera still rolling. “Well folks, that’s another lesson from the hood. You don’t let no one – I mean no one – fuck with what’s yours like that. That whore is ours, and if we want to do a beat down that is our choice – or yours if enough of you request us to make a new video of, but some fuck head’s we don’t know.” Griz and Jay came back in, the rest of the guys lined up, and as I knelt on the carpet now soaked in chem piss and more, I realized I had not hit the pipe again, yet felt even more fucked up than before. Was that a piss high? I still gagged on some of the piss but eagerly swallowed what I could and tried to keep as much of it up my ass as possible, but am not sure how successful I was. The next thing I remember clearly was Lex in front of me again with the camera saying, “Tell me slut, did you like that piss, what does it feel? You all wet now? That pussy slick for dick? Ready for a grimey hood fuck? Time to get that pussy pozzed up!!” I rolled onto my back on the carpet, not quite sure what was going on where I was. The carpet was sopping wet – was that from me? I didn’t care. Someone tapped me with their foot, it was Jay, “Come on, get up. Let’s get you ready for the next part of your pozzing.” I managed to get up and made Jay laugh as I kept reaching out trying to touch his hard dick. “You a hungry slut ain’t you? Don’t worry now. That pussy is going to get worked.” I saw Lex peeling off some bills from a wad of cash and two of the homeless guys started walking up the stairs. He turned to Jay and said, “Fuckers got squeamish when I told them what I had planned. Now, time to get our whore bred! Are you ready for some more strong black dick riding you?” I could only hum as Jay pulled me back against his hardening dick and Lex stepped forward, leaned in and kissed me wet and sloppy, then whispered, “You smell like a dirty whore already. Once these guys are all done using that hole, guess what, Jay, Griz, and I are only getting started and you WILL NOT leave here anytime soon baby.” Lex’s words did not really register at the time as Jay sat me back in his lap, Griz handed me a pipe, and Lex zoomed in with the camera while saying, “Look at this white whore. Like all white pussy, craves that Big Black Cock – BBC – BBC fucking them, nutting in them, using them, isn’t that right? You want some more BBC? You want BBC to nutt up in you? Infect you? Mark you as theirs?” I handed the pipe back to Jay, looked in the camera and said, “I want as much BBC as you can give me, I NEED it in my ass, making me your white pussy – PLEASE MASTERS!” At that Jay’s dick started jumping and he tried to shift so he could slide it in my ass, but Lex told him to hold off and led me to the bedroom with the remaining homeless guys in tow. I kneeled on the bed, pulled the pile of pillows up under my chest to give me support, reached back and spread my cheeks and begged, “PLEASE GIVE ME THOSE AIDS BABIES – THOSE BLACK BABIES – MAKE ME YOUR WHITE WIFE!” Lex’s grip on the camera faltered a bit at that, Griz and Jay growled, and the homeless guys lined up, their infected dicks ready to seed me, smallest to biggest – the smallest being a good 9.5 inches and extra-thick. Before we could begin, I stood up, asked Jay for the pipe again, took a long hit, kneeled back down, and waited. My head was surrounded my a thick cloud of smoke from the pipe and all the other guys crowded in the small room, smoking their own pipes and blunts and more soon filled the small bedroom with a deep, thick haze that added to the nasty setting. I expected a quick rough fuck, but instead I felt a finger, just one. I could hear Griz, “The key to pozzing any neg whore is to get them prepped. There are lots of ways to do that, but if you have the time, I suggest using your own fingers, taking your nails, digging into that ass like’s it’s a pan of biscuits you have to get ready to bake.” I clenched my teeth as Griz worked his fingernails into my ass ring, taking his time, one finger after another, one hand to the next. He pulled out, then Jay said, “Or, if you a true freak, you brush that whore up. Thank you Crest! Here I have your typical extra firm bristle tooth brush. Just slide it in, no lube, fuck look at that hole twitch! See this is what ever slut wants and needs. No matter what they say they all want the ‘package’ and what better way to give it to them? Now I prefer the side-to-side action, but in and out, long and deep, whatever you like as long as you pull it and see this – hot red bristles!!!” I was gritting my teeth and trying hard not to cry out as Jay brushed my hole harder and harder. I knew what was happening, but in the drug high did not care and all I could think about was all the hot black dick waiting to fuck me. My hole made a big SQUISH noise as the first homeless guy forced his dick into my ass, no lube, just fucking with what Jay had created. I dropped my head and cried a little into the pillows and within several strokes what was incredible pain flipped into ultimate ecstasy and I started to push my ass back. I could hear voices around me saying, “THAT’S IT WHORE, PUSH THAT PUSSY OUT! FUCK IT MAN, FUCK THAT HOLE, POUND IT! YEAH LOOK AT THAT, SLUT’S GOT HER PERIOD, FUCK THAT CUNT, BREED THAT PINK PUSSY NICCA, SHOOT THOSE AIDS BABIES!! INFECT THAT WHITE HOLE!!!” I wish I could say I felt each load or knew when they shot in me, but I can’t. I was so high, and my ass in such a mix of pain and wonder that my senses were just overloaded. Lex instructed each guy to make sure to tell him when he was getting ready to shoot his nutt and when he did, Lex’s voice would carry over all the others, “SHOW ME THE MONEY SHOT, SHOW THAT CUM HITTING THAT TORN UP PUSSY, THAT’S IT, NOW SLAM IT BACK IT, WORK THAT LOAD UP THERE, MAKE IT SLOPPY AND OPEN THAT UP.” After each guy had cummed in my shredded ass, Jay stood over me working the toothbrush around in my ass, telling the camera that was the best way to ensure every infection took, to make an ass as raw and tore up as possible, and to repeatedly infect it. Lex and Jay then let me up to hit the pipe again. I could barely stand, but when Jay asked if I wanted more I yelled, ‘PLEASE FUCK ME!!” I was then bent back over the bed as each homeless guy fucked another load number up my ass and I lost all track of time and who was fucking me. I began to reach back and try to grab them to pull them deeper into me as they bred me. I wanted their infected cum, I wanted their black dicks, I was their whore. As the next homeless guy climbed off me, I turned my head to see Lex with the camera angled at my ass as Jay spread my cheeks and said, “THIS IS WHAT ALL YOU WHITE BOTTOMS WANT, BUT YOU’RE JUST AFRAID TO ASK FOR IT. SO SAY IT, SAY YOU WANT TO BE GANG FUCKED LIKE A WHORE, INFECTED AND USED. BE HONEST. IF YOU’RE NOT YOUR BLACK MASTERS WILL TAKE IT!” Griz stood me up as my legs were cramping and I needed the pipe, so he lit it again for me and I once again got lost in the clouds. I heard Jay and Lex arguing a bit with a couple of the homeless guys and then Lex leaned in and kissed me, held my face in his hands and said, “You’ve done so fucking good and my dick is STRAINING to bust up in your wet wet hole. Jay thinks your ass can’t take any more, but I know you can and it would make me really happy if you did. I think you’re a true cum slut and were made for taking all this black dick. I made a promise to these guys – a promise that they could fuck a white whore as much as they wanted as long as they could keep that nutt flowing. Some of them have dried up and gone, but we still got a few men here ready to go and who want to keep giving you’re their dirty loads. What do you want?” I tried to focus my eyes as I looked at Lex, then stepped back away from him, looked at Jay stroking his big dick, Griz wanking on his, and the homeless guys who were left. They were all over 10 inches and some of the dirtiest, but my hole was hungry and I needed more. I looked back at Lex and said, “Turn your camera back on.” The red light of the camera started winking at me, I focused on the lens and as I turned, reached around and guided the closest homeless dick towards to my waiting ass and said, “I offer my hole to my black masters – to poz me and use me as their whore - NOW SLAM FUCK ME!” After a few more rounds, one of the homeless guys had me on my back on the bed. His dick was almost as big as Jay’s and this was the first real chance I had to look at him. The guy had some teeth missing, a mini afro, one eye that was milky looking and had a scar running from it so I think he was blind, and maybe a little older but he had a tight, muscular body with two tats on his upper chest of handguns surrounded by a number of bullets. My legs were pinned up by my shoulders while he took his time stretching my hole open with his dick as he kissed my neck and pressed his sweaty body to mine. I wriggled my arm around and was tracing the bullets while he fucked me, fascinated and oddly attracted to the guy. He stopped kissing my neck, gave me an evil smirk and said in barely a whisper, “Nobody fucks with the King.” He then shuddered, angled into my ass walls, shuddered again, and Griz’s voice said, “Fucking-A man – that’s it, can see that dirty cum being pushed back out. Get the fuck up, here take the camera, I can’t wait anymore and my cubs need out.” The homeless guy grunted as he pushed himself off me and took the camera from Griz who immediately pinned my ankles as far back as they would go as he positioned his massive, engorged dick over my quivering hole, turned his head towards the camera and said, “No pussy should be able clamp tight and try to push your dick out. Hate that shit. It needs to be open, bruised and used just like our white whore is and once you get your whore opened up – it’s the fucking Promised Land!” Griz dropped his entire body onto my hole, slamming his dick balls deep in one thrust. I yelped, Griz pulled all the way out and slammed again. As the video fades to black with the image of Griz drop-fucking me, a message appears for the viewers at home, “WHITE WHORE AVAILABLE FOR USE – NO LOAD REFUSED – TEXT 24/7 TO GET YOUR PIECE NOW.”

Whore Boot Camp – Time to Make the Benjamins: Lex’s silk tie was now cutting into the flesh of my bound wrists as he held me up, my body bent forward, while the muscular thigh of his right leg flexed as he thrust his raw dick into my gut walls. My ass had been filled with multiple loads and I had taken a lot of dick since my adventure began, but Lex had used his long, black dick to make my ass truly his own. “Tell me what you want, tell Daddy what you need,” Lex said in his sexy voice. I was week at the knees not just from the beating my ass was taking but from the way Lex made me feel – his touch, his breath, his voice, fuck even his smell made my head spin. Well, OK, maybe all the drugs I had been given had some effect too, but there was just something about Lex that made want to me beg and plead over and over, “PLEASE GIVE ME THAT AIDS DICK! PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME WITH THAT HOOD DICK. PLEASE BREED ME DADDY!!!” but the t-shirt gag in my mouth let me only make a loud “HMMMMMM, HMMMMM.” Lex growled like the alpha panther that he was, shifted his right leg a little further a long the edge of the bed as he stood behind me, closed his hands hard around my bound wrists and slammed my hole as he scraped my insides with thrust after thrust. Like a tremor from the Earth’s core, my whole body began to tremble and shake, my stomach convulsed, my eyes rolled back, I threw my head from side to side as I shot my own load over the bed and was thrown deep into orgasm. My ass fought to clench down on Lex’s dick as gob after gob of cum spotted the bed and Lex growled louder as he slammed my ass and his own dick began to pulse and spew his infected load. “MILK IT WHORE, MILK THAT DICK, SHOW ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT, SHOW ME YOU NEED DADDY’S NUTT, SHOW ME YOUR HOLE DESERVES WHAT I GOT. RIDE IT, RIDE IT, RIDE…..UGHHH, GRRR…UGHHHH. YES!!!” My legs could not hold me up any longer, but Lex’s strong arms held me tight and with one hand he untied my wrists and the t-shirt gag around my head before letting me fall forward onto the old bed. Lex fell on top of me as his dick continued to twitch and bless me with every hazardous drop of his load. We lay like that a moment before Lex shifted his body and scooted me up further on the edge of the bed still impaled on his dick. I was on my right side with Lex behind me against the bedroom wall and every gentle thrust of his hips reminded me that his raw dick was still inside me. Lex kissed my shoulders, my neck, my back, and asked, “How was that?” I almost choked as I started to laugh, but sputtered, “Oh, it was ok I guess, not sure you paid attention when Mr. Well’s was teaching you all how to fuck.” Lex laughed hard at that, pulled his dick out of my ass, rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs, and slid his wet shaft back in to the hilt as he kissed me long and hard, “I guess I’ll just have to show you that I didn’t miss a class.” My bliss was interrupted as Jay began pounding on the door again, “God damn asshole, get the fuck out here!” Lex looked at me, smiled, gave a small chuckle, and gently eased his still hard dick out of my wet and sloppy hole. I whimpered a little as left me so empty and reached out with my right hand to catch him before he could step away from the bed. I lifted myself up, guided his dick to my mouth, and tasted the whore boy pussy my ass had become. When I finished, Lex leaned down and kissed me hard again, then smiled and said, “Do you want me to come back?” I almost choked again on my laughter as I said, “YES!” then rolled off the bed and helped Lex get dressed. I couldn’t find my clothes so grabbed the sheet off the floor and wrapped it around me as Lex opened the door to find Jay standing there, scowling. “Easy man,” Lex said as he patted Jay on the shoulder and walked over to the recliner, picked his suit coat up, and tidied himself up. Lex then smiled at me as he reached into his pants and brought out a thick wad of bills and casually peeled off four of them and handed them to a wide-eyed Jay. Lex walked back to me, grabbed the sheet and pulled me close, leaned down and bit on my ear hard before whispering, “Daddy will be back later and I want that ass sloppy so you be good.” I felt proud as Lex started to walk to the stairs, but Jay stopped him, “Yo man, best go out the back door. I got some boys upstairs who are here for business.” Lex nodded and looked back at me one last time before the door closed behind him. I was still staring yearningly at the door when Jay stepped in front of me with the pipe in his hand, shaking his hand, “Fuck you ARE a nasty bitch ain’t you! Good. Here hit this shit. I’ll give you a few minutes if you need it, but my boys upstairs are ready. I told them I got a fresh cunt to degrade and humiliate and there ain’t nothing they like better than making a white bitch take their dicks.” I savored the pipe’s smoke and closed my eyes as the high quickly hit. As I did, Jay tugged the sheet away from me and roughly shoved his fingers up my ass and the hot burn told me he had shoved more crystal up there. I was concerned, my ass did not feel tight at all and when I told Jay that as he refilled the pipe he just laughed, “Don’t worry. They not looking for a tight virgin. I picked these nuccas up from outside the liquor store by the carry out. They just want sloppy open pussy – you ever fucked a pussy? No, well let me tell you, your ass lips feel just like it so all you got to is to keep being the nasty little bitch whore slut you have been so far today.” Jay headed up the stairs as I wrapped the cum stained sheet back around me and sat in one of the recliners, lit the pipe, and remembered how great it felt having Lex buried inside me. The sound of Jay and his guests coming down the stairs brought me out of my revelry. Jay came down first followed by three very rough looking boys. These were not men, but boys like 18 or 19 at most. One of them pushed past Jay and came and stood in front of me, pointed and said, “THIS is the white pussy you promised?” I didn’t like his tone and was ready to tell him to go fuck one of the bitches in the dog pen if he was not happy but Jay stepped over and said, “I told you the deal so don’t pull that youngin shit on me now. I always take care of you don’t I? Hook you with the good smoke? Get your liquor? Make sure you got weed? Come on, let’s smoke up, but first show me the green and if you are not happy when you are done, we’ll work something else.” The two other guys went back upstairs and came down with a couple of chairs from the kitchen. The young guy who had been mouthy sat in one recliner and Jay the other. I started to head towards the stairs to go up and find a chair too when the young guy grabbed the sheet, tugged on it, and snarled, “Where the fuck you going? You are here to serve the Supreme Black Stallions, so sit at my fucking feet and light my pipe for me.” I looked at Jay whose stern face told me this kid was not a joke, so I ungracefully plopped to the floor, adjusted the sheet, took the lighter Jay handed me, and heated up the young guy’s pipe as he inhaled the hot crack smoke. His two friends were behind me and were hitting their own pipes as Jay sat back in his chair, turned the volume up on the gangbang porn that was playing and watched the scenes unfold. SLAP! The young guy’s hand was hanging in the air as my head snapped back around, his eyes intent on mine, “Have you ever served a black master? Learned how to please your superiors? Lick my boots bitch!” I looked to Jay and SLAP!, the young guy hit me again as he raised his voice, “I’M THE ONE SPEAKING. My man here and his generation are too kind. Now me and my boys, we know how to make a whore dance. Get the fuck up and dance, shake that white pussy for me.” My high was quickly fading and was being replaced by anger. Something about this kid just pissed me off so I asked, “May I hit the pipe again?” SLAP! I took that as a no as the other two guys busted out laughing and started talking shit. I stood up trying to hold the sheet around me, but the young guy in the recliner grabbed and pulled it hard, so there I was, naked, pissed and now in no mood for any more dick. The young guy was looking over the sheet and pointed to a big wet spot left by Lex’s cum leaking out of my hole and said to his comrades, “Well well, guess our man here was right, this pussy is wet, look at this and…..yep…smell’s like cum, so we got us a breeding slut alright. Time to get this fucking show on the road.” The young guy dropped the sheet, stood up, started to unzip his pants but stopped, turned to Jay and said, “Yo, a little privacy for me and my boys aiight?” Jay just nodded as he looked me and casually walked up the stairs. As soon as the door closed the young guy said, “Bitch, there’s a pole, get to work.” I looked around to see what he meant and between the two chairs his guys were sitting in was one of the support poles holding the floor joists up like you see in older basements. I walked over, grabbed the pole, bent forward and wiggled my wet, cum filled ass back at the young guy. He let out a long low whistle, turned, grabbed the TV remote, cranked up the volume to the sounds of a white woman being ganged by several men flooded the basement, and said, “Time to see which whore is louder – you or her.” Within seconds I had three black dicks fighting for attention and as one of his two friends fucked me, I sucked the young guy who had done all the talking as he continued to rant at me and his friends. “You like that black dick? Want it harder? How’s that pussy? Wet? Damn I got to piss – no keep yo fucking mouth on my dick! That’s it – swallow it all fucking whore.” While I choked on his chem fueled piss he focused on his friends, “Bug it up bro – bug it up. Fuck you shot already? Jesus fucking Christ! You a virgin or what. Fine fine, get the fuck back. Come on, you fuck that hole now, get it ready for me, no you can’t wear a fucking condom. FUCK! I swear. We got us a white bitch to rape and you want to wear a God damn condom? You better fucking breed that hole.” I choked and slurped his big, young dick as his two buddies each gave me a couple loads. After watching them he was finally ready, pushed me down onto the dirty carpet, slid up my ass in one stroke, grabbed my shoulders, and started fucking like a jack rabbit. “You like that stallion dick? Fucking you good? Serving your black master? You want that stallion dick? Those old men ain’t nothing. Why you with them? That generation should be put down. They let you all run shit over us far too long.” Frankly his dick was not all that big, none of them were, and I was tired of his mouth and could not help it when I said, “Not really. You got about the smallest dick I’ve had all day and frankly, you have a lot to learn from Jay and ‘his generation’ because you fuck like a preschooler.” The young guy riding my ass slammed my head into the floor, jam fucked me as he swore and called me names, shot his load, got off me, kicked me once as I lay there then he and his buddies went up the stairs. I rolled over, rubbed my ribs where he had kicked me, got up and dropped into one of the chairs and closed my eyes. Damn, I was tired, hungry, and still pissed and was regretting my decision to go with Jay. The door to the basement slammed shut, Jay came stomping down the stairs and I looked at him through a haze of smoke as I hit the pipe and saw he was not happy. “What the fuck did you say! What the fuck? You know the God damn fucking rules. This shit is about MAKING money, not losing it. I had to give those punks cash and stash to promise not to cut you down right here in my fucking basement. What the fuck did you say?” I calmly handed the pipe to Jay who was now shaking with rage as he took a hit. “I’m sorry,” I said in my most pathetic voice, “They were disrespecting you, Mr. Wells, and everyone else and I couldn’t help it. I had to say something.” Jay’s eyes focused on me as he considered what I said, shook his head, handed me the pipe, and said, “OK, I guess, but FUCK. Griz will be here anytime and I got to pay up.” I set the pipe down, stepped over to Jay, rubbed my hand on the growing bulge in his pants and said, “I will do anything you want to make it up to you, I promise, but only if they are real men and not punks trying to play dress up.” Jay laughed, turned me around, unzipped his pants, and easily slid his hard dick up my ass. Just as Jay started to get close there was a loud banging on the back door. “God damn it!” Jay spat. He yanked his dick out making me yelp like a pup being pulled from its momma teat as I grabbed the sheet and he went to open the door. In walked Griz from the garage along with his tow truck driver who had been one of his guys that fucked me earlier. Griz looked at the cum stained sheet I had wrapped around me and said, “Well looks like you sure have been working this whore good Jay, yes man, looks like you have. Time to settle up so as we talk business let my man here get some more, he’s been fucking nagging me the whole way over asking if he could shoot another load up that ass. Guess that’s what happens when your wife cuts you off during her 5th pregnancy!” I looked at the tow truck driver who smirked, shrugged, and followed me as I walked into the bedroom. As Griz and Jay handled their business, I got down to mine and pleased the driver with my wet pussy and my regrets quickly vanished as another big, black dick flooded me with cum. Once we were done he asked, “Where’s your keys? Griz wants me to go to your place to feed your cat and shit. He said you are not going home for a while. Don’t worry. I won’t steal anything, but just between you and me, I’m going to make a copy of the key. I’m often in that area towing fuckers and I need someone to help me get my late night creep on. Would you like that? Want to be my ass on the side?” His dick was not as long as Jay’s but thicker, so was worth the risk so I said, “Yeah, but keep this between us and I’ll give you what you need.” After the truck driver left, Griz and Jay both looked pretty grim and serious so I stood between them, grabbed a pipe off the table and took a long hit, turned around and wagged my ass at them and said, “Anyone ready to take advantage of my ass?” Griz slapped my ass twice really hard, stood up, wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me close to him before he reached back and worked two crystal covered fingers up my ass. “So Jay here ain’t tired you out yet? You want some more of my cubs up in that cunt? Baby I’ve been dripping all day waiting to infect you again.” I figured we would go to the bedroom but Griz just unzipped his oil stained overalls and took me right there in front of Jay as we watched the gangbang porn flick. I turned my head to look at Jay who was stroking his dick with one hand and holding the pipe with the other, getting his shaft ready to use me again too. Griz and Jay took turns fucking my hole and busting me open even more in between long hits on the pipe. Jay’s cell phone rang several times and each time I heard Jay say, “No, maybe later.” I secretly hoped he was telling guys they could not come by because he and Griz were enjoying me too much. I was also feeling hungry, but Jay said I couldn’t eat yet, so I satisfied myself with their cum in my guts. A few hours later Jay’s phone rang again and this time he ended the call with, “Aiight, I’ll be right there.” My ass made a big SLOP sound as Griz pulled out and I turned to lick him clean. I paused and looked at these two big, nasty black men who had made me their whore and my ass twitched, and I knew – I NEEDED MORE. Jay stood up, “I’ll be back in 10,” and went upstairs. Griz sighed as he dropped into the recliner and I held the lighter out for him to light his pipe before I took a hit too. Several minutes later Griz and I both turned our heads as we heard Jay’s truck and what sounded like another car pull back into the drive. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around me as we heard lots of footsteps upstairs and then both watched as Jay came back down, followed by Lex, and several other guys who all hungrily looked around, their smiles showing their eagerness. Jay sat back in his chair, tapped my arm to give me a lighted pipe as Lex came over and said to me, “Hey baby. You know, I was thinking. After Jay told me earlier how things went down with his little boys, that what we needed was some more men like us. Like us in the sense they got dicks to their knees, will fuck you like a whore, will use you, will infect you, and more importantly they will leave the fucking bullshit at the door.” I realized then that Lex was holding a video camera in his left hand and as I looked at the several guys that had come with him, also realized most of them looked down right dirty and rough. Lex continued to explain, “The night has not even begun and I KNOW that white pussy can take some dick, so I thought, why not help my man Jay out and set you up right. About an hour ago I posted an add on Craigslist telling folks to be watching, because soon there would be a hot new video available on Xtube for a small price of a white, negative bottom being raped and infected by a group of nasty black men. You baby – you are that bottom. The black men you ask? Well my friends here. You see when I left you I went down to the Central Mission where I mentor one of the addiction groups. My friends here are mostly homeless and because of their addictions to heroin, crack, and other shit, will do fucking anything for a little cash and some rock and stash. So we have come to an agreement of sorts. They are going to put on a show for Jay and Griz, and I will tape it all. Each one of them is going to get high, and you along with them, and they are all going to fuck you. All of them. Over and over until they can’t cum anymore and then even more if they want a bonus.” Lex tapped the vide camera, leaned into me as I began watching the guys get undressed, and whispered, “And by the end you will be infected with the ‘package’ and every other STD on the books as I only brought the biggest dicks and the most infected dicks and I can’t wait to lay up on you once they are done and work it all in.” As Lex stepped back, the first homeless guy stepped forward, took a hit from the crack pipe offered by Jay, and smiled as I kneeled to suck his crust covered dick. I looked at Lex and saw the little red light on the video camera go on confirming he was taping me becoming the whore they wanted me to be. I wonder what the response on Xtube will be?

I love seeing a bottom filled with multiple collected loads and fucked. Frozen loads used as lube, fuck yeah!

I think I'm an adrenal junkie, so I like a dose of fear to get things going for me. Makes it more exciting. But for the record, I do not like being hit or abused. I seem to have gotten a reputation for liking rough sex. That scares me more than any top does. lol

"Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." I don’t know that I could put into words the feeling of being high as a fucking kite and slamming your virgin-ish ass straight onto a dildo. If you’ve never done it, you just can’t understand. For those of you who have done it, you’ll never forget the feeling. I’m not actually sure how much time passed with me just zoning into the feeling before Bud leaned forward and said, “Hey boy, that hole isn’t going to fuck itself”. This presented the next problem – how was I, restrained ankle to wrist on both sides, impaled on a dildo with no leverage, going to fuck myself? The chemicals in my system, and the chemicals just introduced into my system by the dildo, mixed together to provide a brainstorm. Beds, I thought, have mattresses and box springs. Box springs, I thought, have, well, springs. Springs, I concluded triumphantly, make you bounce. Much to Bud’s delight, I managed to slowly start to bounce myself up and down on the bed, which succeeded in making the dildo slide in and out just enough to give my hole the sensation of being fucked. Bud sat back and grinned, “Nature always finds a way, right boy?” I grunted in response, caught up in the intensity of the action. The interesting thing that hadn’t occurred to me at this point was that the entire time, ever since being woken up to my step-dad playing with my ass, I hadn’t spoken more than two words, sticking entirely to animalistic noises. There was no gag or any other impediment to speaking, I was just too caught up in everything to enunciate my feelings verbally. Something else that I hadn’t really focused on was the fact that despite my cock being out of commission (I seem to recall that happening to some people when they “partied”), I did get some blood rushing to it every time Bud called me “boy” or “faggot” in a derogatory tone. Of course, I guess if I overanalyzed everything, it would take quite a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I had my eyes closed, so caught up in the chemically induced sexual euphoria and making certain that the dildo bouncing in and out of my hole was hitting all the rights spots, that I didn’t notice that Bud had stopped his masturbating, gotten out of the chair, and come to stand over me again. Actually my first clue was when a hand was place on either one of my shoulders and he shoved me down on the dildo, hard. I don’t think I had ever felt such an intense moment of pain and pleasure so completely balanced, and if my cock had been in full working order, I would have shot the biggest load you’ve ever seen. As it was, the feeling just kept going and going, and I was definitely whimpering as Bud forced me to look into his eyes again. “You went from virgin to fucking whore in 60 seconds, didn’t you, boy? I’m impressed”, he said. More pressure on my shoulders led to louder whimpering. His cold blue eyes narrowed, “Now, you’ve been making entirely too much noise, boy. I think we need to keep your mouth occupied.” He stroked his monster cock a couple times, and I think I gurgled in the back of my throat. “First though,” he said, “I think you have outgrown this tiny toy, don’t you?” He pushed me so that my back was against the wall again, and my hole, filled with the dildo, was exposed. He took the end of the dildo in his hand, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “This is probably going to fucking hurt, boy,” he said, “but something tells me that you’ll like it.” Then he jerked the dildo out of my hole in one swift, painful pull. All I had time for was a gasp before it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t even really the pain that I minded so much as the feeling of being empty, because I knew that I needed to be filled. But then there were Bud’s fingers, three of them this time, and since they tingled and burned where they passed, I knew that he was giving me more “pig feed” as he like to call it. I lost myself a little in the enjoyment of feeling his fingers slide further and further in. While his one hand was occupied he grabbed my chin again with the other and we looked into each other’s eyes. “You are just loving this, you faggot,” he said, “you haven’t even noticed that I’m keeping my hand still and you are the one shoving yourself further onto it.” Another moment, and he ordered, “Open your mouth.” It was pretty much impossible for me not to obey Bud’s orders at this point, so I did. He looked at me again, gauging me I think, and then calmly spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth. “Swallow, boy” he sharply ordered, so I did. That made him grin. “Fucking faggot boy,” he grinned, “Nature at her finest.” Then he pulled his fingers out. “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course.” Coming soon, part 4.

No one commented on this last part? I thought when I read this a while back someone commented on it and the author just ended it. It's not completely finished is it? He still has to get back to George . I really loved the dog house humilation type thing that was really hot. Obviously drinking the piss and taking it up the ass was hot too. Please finish the story Sir. I know it's probably almost done but a proper finish would be appreciated. Thank you

Yup being poz is not all it's cracked up to be. Remembering to take meds on time every day is a real bitch. Keeping a look out for any opportunistic infections. Another bitch is having to disclose my status every time then deal with a potential freak out and being made feel less than dirt. Seeing the look of horror on dentists faces alone should make you bug chasers think again. To guys wanting to convert, I say fuckin stop and think again. Understand the full repercussions of the decision to go poz. It's not to be snifed at.