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Part 2 Eric told Shaun that once the G kicked he would get Bob shirt and shoes off then he'd pull out a pipe and after getting Bob to blow some clouds he planned on molesting him while Shaun watched. When I get to his boypussy he told Shaun to get the bump ready and when he gets Bob ready to be fucked then we'll slam him. Shaun knew what Eric wanted to do because it's what he did to him and together they did to quite a few boys. It's as if Eric was on a mission to help all the bottom boys reach their full potential. Bob returned and hoped to keep cool. He finally got his uncut slightly thin seven inches to go down by splashing cold water on his face but seeing Eric smile at him almost made him rock hard again. He quickly sat down and almost as quickly drank the entire glass of cola which his brother refilled including some more G. Ten minutes later Eric asked Bob if he liked cola or did he not like alcohol. Bob told him that he hasn't ever had alcohol and was looking forward to his birthday so that he could. Eric told Bob to look to his left and then his right and asked if he saw his parents or a cop. Shaun then told his brother not to worry that this week he could do whatever he wanted. As Eric and Shaun started to discuss all the places they should take Bob to see he sat back and listened but mostly thought about seeing more of Eric's body and he looked at his brother and realized how hot he was too. Bob rubbed his crotch and his chest as he started thinking of their cocks. They saw the boy was relaxing and feeling good. "Since we're staying in tonight I'm getting comfortable". He then stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and watched Bob watch him. After he removed by his shirt leaving just a T-shirt covering his chest he removed his pants and loved seeing the boy's eyes bulge out. Eric wore boxer briefs that in no way his the fact that he was hung. Knowing the boy was ripe for picking he pulled his pipe out of a drawer and said to Bob that he bet he never got high yet either and then he took a hit. As Eric lit his lighter Shaun also removed his jeans and Bob nearly drooled as it was obvious that Shaun's cock was rock hard. Shaun sat back down and Eric passed him the pipe. Bob slowly unzipped his jeans and pushed them off as he watched his brother blow out a huge cloud. Eric added another shard to the pipe and started melting it as he walked to Bob. He told Bob to suck it very slowly and he put the pipe into the boy's mouth. He never asked a boy if he wanted to smoke and has never had a boy refuse it either. After having him blow his first cloud he told him that he needed to breathe deeper and had him suck on the pipe again. This time Bob blew a larger cloud but Eric told him to try again and soon the boy blew one of the largest clouds Eric ever saw a virgin blow. Eric and Shaun both hit the pipe a couple of times then Eric refilled it and gave it to Bob and told him to show us how big you can blow clouds. As Bob smoked away his inhibitions he watched Eric rub himself, then remove his shirt and rub his tits. Eric rubbed his cock through his boxer briefs and both he and Shaun watched how Bob couldn't take his eyes off of it. Shaun went to the media center and put a porn video on. This was the video Eric always used with a closet boy. It started out with just a man and woman with her blowing him but later a second guy joins and eventually the woman leaves. Five minutes later the boy was nearly moaning he was so horny and tweaked. "Shaun, do you think your little brother would like to try a shotgun?" "Yeah he's feeling so good I know he'll love it" Eric told Bob that he was going to take a hit then blow it into his mouth and they'd pass it back and forth.

Part 3 As Eric lit the lighter he nodded to the TV and said I wish that me right now. The scene was the woman on her knees blowing the guy. Eric said to Bob that he knew that Bob wished it was him too. Bob looked and watched as she swallowed the guys entire cock and it made his mouth water. Then he saw another guy appear and the two guys started to make out. Bob then watched as Eric sucked in that awesome white smoke. Eric set the pipe down and then put his hand on the back of Bob's head pulling to to him and stopped less than an inch from being mouth to mouth and he slowly blow the cloud into the boy's mouth. Having Eric hold him felt so right and he hoped they did this again. Bob inhaled the smoke from Eric and held it until Eric told him to blow it back to him and then he pulled the boy's head further until they were connected. Bob nearly collapsed as he felt Eric's mouth against his. Eric took Bob's hand and placed it on Eric's throbbing cock and then pulled his head back and whispered into the boy's ear, "Watching the video I knew you wanted to be the one swallowing the cock. I know right now you're so horny you want my cock don't you?". Bob moaned out a quiet yes. Eric let the boy go and then told Shaun he wanted to watch him shotgun with his brother. Shaun moved quickly and picked up the pipe and held it to his brother's lips and called him his sexy little brother. As Bob inhaled Shaun locked eyes with him and their love and hunger got intense. Shaun set the pipe aside and put his mouth to his brother's and started making out. When Bob needed to exhale Shaun didn't bother trying to inhale as he instead was enjoying shoving his tongue into the boy's mouth. Bob reached for his brother's cock and they both moaned into each other's mouth. Bob opened his eyes and saw on the TV that the new guy was pushing his cock into the first guys mouth. The hunger inside him was almost out of control as he needed to get a cock in his mouth now. Finally Shaun let go of Bob's head and they separated. "Watching that guy suck his buddy is making my cock drip", Eric said, and Bob and Shaun turned to him and saw he was sitting naked and stroking himself. "Shaun come show your brother how to do it." The brothers knelt in front of Eric and Shaun told Bob to lick the head of Eric's cock. Bob was so excited and started to lick up all of Eric's precum and was addicted immediately. Shaun told him to watch his teeth and to take as much in his mouth as he could and Bob went down on it until he gagged. Eric took hold of his head and guided the boy further down as Shaun moved the boy onto his knees and then he removed both his and his brother's underwear. When Shaun touched his little brother's cherry boyhole the boy's body shook in pleasure but Eric held his head firm. "Looks like little Bobby likes his hole touched", Eric said, " Show him what getting his hole eaten feels like." As his brothers tongue licked his hole he tried to scream in delight but just then Eric pushed his cock into his throat and soon the feeling was too much and the boy started to cum. Shaun felt the spasm on the boy's hole and shoved his tongue all the way in and fucked the boyhole with it. Bob didn't know what happened but his orgasm went into overdrive. Eric fucked his throat a couple of times then held it all the way down and unloaded into his throat. When Eric let the boy's head up Shaun grabbed it and turned it to the side as he plunged his cock that was about to fire into it and just as he got it in it started shooting his load.

There it was again. I was cruising through Craigslist, jacking-off to the pictures of bodies and cocks as I read the posts, and there it was: two big cock dads looking to share a twink. I grunted in pleasure. I loved this post. Every time I read it, it got me so hard I could barely contain myself. In the advertisement were two photographs of enormous cocks. Although the advertisement didn't contain a photograph of either guy, the size of their cocks was enough to get me excited. I had recently turned 22 and had minimal experience. I'd only ever bottomed for one guy who I had dated, but after he left for grad school, my needs were largely unmet and my sexual frustration increased as time when on, becoming almost too much to control. I'm 5'4', 150 pounds, half Puerto Rican, half white, good looking, with good definition and nice arms, and oh, I'm a total masculine pig bottom in the sheets. Finding dates and sex was never hard, but it seemed as if I was generally more masculine than the guys who wanted me, and I was not inclined to let such guys fuck me, so needless to say, in the year since my boyfriend left, I had only given three or four blow jobs. I never really trusted Craigslist but the attitude of the guys in the ad seemed so hot, I answered it. A few minutes later I received a reply asking for my age and phone number. I know I looked a little young but answered back any way asking to for some body pics of the guys. I received a text a few minutes later directing me to come to a certain address, adding that if I didn't like what they were offering, I could leave, but I would like it, (which I would), and if I stayed, (which I would), I would have to please the Daddies - however they wanted. Fuck, I thought, this is so fuckin' hot! So, just as instructed, I drove over to the address and approached the back door, which I found open. and texted that I had arrived. I immediately received a reply instructing me to enter the building and lock the door behind myself. Doing so, I entering into a dark room where two guys were sitting on a couch, drinking beer and, watching what I understood to be porn on a television. From what I could see, the first guy was at least 6 feet tall, was in his late 30s, was generally smooth, although he sported some large tribal tatts on his arms, and that he had a head of black hair and had a goatee. His chest and arms were frankly amazing, but I could see where he was getting a little soft on the sides. Even more enticing, however, was the cock that hung between his legs. It was one of the cocks that had been posted in the Craigslist advertisement. It was eight long (while soft) and looked as thick as my Gillette shaving cream can. Sitting next to him was the second Daddy. He was shorter than the first Daddy and, with a thick beard and hairy chest and abdomen, he was a bit of a wolf. He wasn't insanely hairy, but he came across as very manly - with a bit of a thick body. His cock, however, seemed as long as that of the other guy, however, as I stood in the doorway watching him pull on it, and as my eyes continued adjusted to the darkness, I saw it was thicker than a coke can. Both men looked like they were smoking joints, but the smell was stronger and different from any weed I'd ever smelled before. Wolf Daddy raised his hand in my direction and gestured me into the room. I walked in, somewhat tentative, as the smell of the thick white smoke they were enjoying was making me a little bit dizzy. "So, you like what you see?" Wolf Dad asked, smiling evilly at me. I nodded slowly. With that, Tattoo Dad stood up, lording his power me, and said one word: "Strip." I'd never given a strip tease in my life except for the occasional time I'd slowly take off my shirt when I was entering the community pool. I slid my jeans off, kicking my shoes off at the same time. The dizziness I experience, however, with the white smoke that permeated the room, got to me and I ended-up stumbling down to the floor on one knee. When I looked-up, Tatt Dad's enormous and soft cock head was in my face. I looked up at him and it, and he stared at me, his expression flat and emotionless. A large bead of precum had begun to form on the uncut tip of his cock and I thought to myself 'I might as well get started' so I opened my mouth as widely as I could, and took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck. FUCK! His cock tasted amazing and his pre-cum was thick and salty. As I pleasured his tool, Tatt Dad's head rolled back to look at the ceiling as I worked more of his soft cock into my mouth. As I did my best to satisfy him, I finished kicking off my shoes and jeans and was glad I was wearing some sexy underwear, some baby blue aussie bum briefs. Tatt Dad's cock was swelling-up, and in so doing, its thickness gradually increased. When I originally took it into my mouth, even soft I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do it justice. Now erect, yet another inch was added to the challenge, with the result that when I went down on him as far as I could, and had effectively reached rock-bottom, there were still another two inches of prime cock meat separating his balls from my chin. Tatt Dad, however, knew how to train me. When I went down on him, he positioned his arm around the back of my head, and he would hold me there for a few seconds before letting me come back up for air. Then he sat down and I did my damnedest to worship his cock, but couldn't seem to push my mouth any further down his cock, but once again, Tatt Dad knew how to get what he wanted, because when I went down, his grip on my head tightened and he pushed me further down his cock, forcing it past the stopping point. I could feel it curve down into my throat stretching to reach new levels of cock-sucking competence. Tatt Dad pumped his cock again and again past this point, my eyes widened as I was utterly amazed at what I was achieving in swallowing his cock, without the usual gagging. Each time we went through this cycle, he would pull me off his cock at the last second, until after about ten such cycles, he withdrew and let go of my head. I collapsed to the floor as the oxygen poured into my lungs. Wolf Dad chuckled and I saw his fully erect 8.5 inch, vein-covered cock, thicker than a can of beer. He called me over and when I knelt between his knees, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and unceremoniously ripped it off with his bare hands, tearing it down the back and throwing it aside. He grabbed my head as he slapped my face with his thick dick. I remember thinking his cock-slaps probably resembled the experience of being hit with a two by four - or so I imagined - his thick, hard wood slapping me about the face until finally he pushed his way into my mouth. I choked. He pulled me off and slapped me hard on the face before pushing me back on it. I choked again and he slapped me and threw my head away from him. 'Fuck', I thought, 'these guys are fucking rough'. Tatt Dad stood up and wagged his long dick in my face. I couldn't help but grunt in approval and take it in my mouth. About then I felt Wolf Dad climb behind me, grab my underwear, and before I could protest, he tore a hole in the ass end and slapped my ass hard. I yelped more in surprise than from pain as, simultaneously, Tatt Dad again forced his cock down my throat, again past the point of no return. Fortunately I was ready, and didn't gag, even finding a way to breath around his cock as he flexed his muscle deep inside my throat. I grunted with pleasure when I felt him flex his dick again and again, and then felt Wolf Dad pour what I assumed to be lube on my hole. I could tell the stuff was somewhat sticky, still it did a decent job in readying me to accommodate Wolf Dad's thick fingers that he was determined to push into my hole. DAMMMN! The stretching of my ass lips was a shock, but Wolf Dad was relentless. I tried to focus on deep-throating, but the finger fucking my hole was hard and rough. Then I felt something small and hard being forced into my hole, and instantly my hole was burning. I tried to pull off check-out the new assault, but Tatt Dad held me in place as Wolf Dad finger-fucked me with whenever was now deep in my hole. It burned and stung but slowly I could feel my heart start to race. My head swam and I could focus on the finger in my hole, stuffing me and stretching me, as the cock in my throat pushed its way further down my throat. I looked up and felt like things were moving in slow motion. I was now watching Tatt Dad's cock pull-out of my mouth and stab himself back-in, ball-deep. I could feel the pressure as my nose met the base of his body over and over. I moaned with him. My hips began to gyrate without control. Wolf Dad I know now had three fingers in my hole. I felt him add each one and the sensation was incredible. My hole felt for lack of a better word hungry. It was resistant to the stretching but the feeling was amazing. I felt the fingers push into me inch for inch and finally I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my hole. His wet hands wrapped around my hips and he slammed himself in. The first sensation was a shock. My eyes went wide. I knew there was pain excruciating pain happening, but I looked up and watched Tatt Dad's head throw back again and again he thrust into my mouth. As I felt the enormous cock push into me from behind at the same time, I felt my knees and legs begin to shake, it seemed as if I was being ripped in two by the cock in my ass. The stretching sensation and pain were beyond anything I had ever dreamt. I know I was screaming, but I was pretty much deaf to the sound of my own cries. Eventually I felt two heavy large balls resting on my ass. Tatt Dad pulled out of my throat and my head and shoulders hit the floor as Wolf Dad pushed me down and I felt him flex his huge cock in my hole. He was growling as he flexed it and I felt my ass cheeks being manipulated. I swear I could hear my insides moving to accommodate him. Then Wolf Dad began to fuck me. 'OHHH! GODDD!' I screamed, as I felt the cock begin to pull out of me. Because my ass had never before experienced his girth, not surprisingly I was hugging his cock, and with each withdraw of his cock, it felt as though he was gonna pull out my insides as he pulled back. 'OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD!' I again yelled as he pumped back in, balls-deep. I felt his large hand grab my hair and pull up forcing my back to arch as I looked up to the cieling seeing a giant mirror. I watched as beer can thick dick pulled out and slammed back into me from my reflection above. My mouth was wide open. I heard my self moaning and yelling, but it was surreal watching myself getting fucked so damn good. Then the lights came on. Tatt Dad was holding a video camera recording and smiling. I looked directly into the camera yelling and moaning as my life was being fucked out of me. His mouth moved but all I could hear was the sound of my own grunting and the pounding of balls slapping my ass. "You like that cum slut," I finally heard Tatt Dad say. I looked straight at the camera, shook my head 'no', and bit my lip, then forced myself back on the cock behind me let out a loud moan 'FUCK YES!' Both Tatt Dad and Wolf Dad exploded with a "Yeaaaah!!" as I pushed myself back on the cock that was assaulting me. I grunted and fucked myself again and again as Wolf Dad began slapping my ass cheeks with firm slaps with every time I made it, balls deep. Naturally I continued fucking myself hard on Wolf Dad's incredible cock. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out completely, and rolled me over onto my back, as Tatt Dad handed him the camera. I noticed Tatt Dad's wagging dick was covered in streaks of pink and red. "I FUCKING LOVE A GOOD FRESHLY LOOSE BOY HOLE!" Tatt Dad grunted as he kicked open my legs and pushed himself into me, looking into my eyes as his dick stretched my hole again, this time deeper, rather than wider. I felt him hit a stopping point in me and I shook my head, moaning in pain, but no, but he just slammed himself in and I felt a hard 'pop' as he pounded into my second hole. My head flew back and hit the floor as my back arched upward and he began fucking my second hole with the same roughness that broke down the integrity of my first hole. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs up and open, figuring doing so would open-up my ass even wider to accommodate the two fuck monsters. "YOU LIKE THAT DADDY DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Tatt Dad growled as he fucked me, to which I grunted my reply "OH, FUCK DADDY! FUCK DADDY, FUCK, OH DADDY, FUCK!" "YEAH, TAKE THAT DADDY DICK, BOY, TAKE IT! FUUUCK!" I was lost, my head swimming in the experience. Finally Tatt Dad pulled out, and I lay there shaking, as Wolf Dad climbed back on top of me, slid in, and resumed where he had left off. "YOU READY FOR YOUR FIRST LOAD, YOU SLUT?" Wolf Dad exclaimed. "FUCK...YE..YESS!" I moaned in assent between his thrusts. Finally Wolf Dad pulled out and I felt streams of cum shoot over my hole and balls. He wiped his cock in his own cum load, and shoved himself back in. The camera came in close to my face and I heard Tatt Dad ask "You like that daddy cum inside you, boy?" "Yes fuck yes sir" I whimpered softly. Tatt Dad then lifted me up, and sitting on the the couch, encouraging me to sit on his cock. My hole was so hungry. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself over his cock, and leaning forward and holding onto his shoulders, I slid down on his pole in one smooth movement, gyrating my hips to maximize our pleasure. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I concentrated on milking a load out of him. After a minute or so, Tatt Dad grabbed me by the neck and pulled me against his chest, just as I felt Wolf Dad's hard cock pushing up against my hole. I screamed in protest, but they would have none of that, and were apparently prepared for my reaction, as Tatt Dad shoved a cloth on my face as I gasped in pain, and breathing in the fumes of the substance with which the cloth was soaked, my head swam and my hole relaxed, but not enough for what was coming. Wolf Dad forced his cock into me and I felt myself tearing inside. I tried to scream, but only inhaled more of the strange, dense aroma from the cloth, which made me dizzy and distracted me from the pain. At some point I realized Tatt Dad was video taping this encounter, including the culmination of the double-dicking when I felt their cum blowing inside me. Then I passed out. When I woke up I was laying on a bed which was shaking because there was someone on me. I didn't recognize the guy between my legs. He was older and bald, but not in horrible shape, but smelled like musk. I felt him push deep inside and could feel his cum shooting into me. I looked around as he climbed off me and saw a room full of guys fucking and sucking. I was in the middle of an orgy. I saw Wolf Dad walk up to me and he put his mouth between my legs as he tongued my hole, felching the fresh load that had just been deposited inside me. I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. Then Wolf Dad climbed over me, shoved his dick in, and spat the load all over my face. Instinctively I licked and tried to swallow his spit. Wolf Dad pumped me a few times and yelled as he blew yet another load. He was apparently still good for another one. I looked to my side, and saw Tatt Dad who was seated in a chair just a few feet from the bed, and who was fucking a boy who looked vaguely familiar. As I watched, a large muscular black man climbed on top of me and shoved his dick in, balls-deep. I grunted as he fucked me. "YEAH BOY, YEAH" he muttered over and over as he shoved his cock balls deep. I was utterly stunned by the scenes of debauchery. Then I realized where I had seen the boy who was the object of Tatt Dad's attention: he was an acclaimed lacrosse player who had been on the news after having gone missing a few months earlier. I watched as Tatt Dad pulled out, jerked himself a couple of times, blowing his load all over the guy's asshole, only to shove four fingers into the guy's ass (with ease!), massaging the cum into him. The boy moaned and groaned, his muscular body buckling under the power of Tatt Dad hand's pushing into him. I returned my attention the massive black man who was fucking me. He finally shot his load deep inside my hole, making my toes curl as a long grunt escaped my lips. "You always have the fucking best men!" the black man announced as Wolf dad began to felch the load out of my hole again. He walked over to the lacrosse player and shoved his still dick, which was still fully erect, inside the guy's ass. "Fuck," he said, "I forgot how good this one is. Can you add one more to my tab?" "Go for it" Tatt Dad replied, as Wolf Dad pushed back into me, his girth stretching my ass anew. I groaned in pleasure. "Fuck yeah, boy!" he murmured softly and gruffly in my ear. As he kissed me he snowballed into my mouth some of the cum he'd taken from my hole. Of course I eagerly drank it. "You think you still want some more boy?" he asked. I nodded, let my head fall back, and as he sucked on my body and continued to fuck me, I thought 'Oh man, fuck me....'

I've been fucked by lots of guys with condoms on but never gone bareback. Until last week, anyway. After chatting on-line and by telephone with a guy, I found myself knocking at his door one evening. He answered the door. He was a little shorter but broader than me, was wearing just boxers and t-shirt, and showed me straight into his bedroom. We barely bothered with introductions; we knew what we were here for. In our earlier conversation he had asked "So, how about I eat your ass, and then fuck you good?" I'd been just a little hesitant, but answered "I'm up for the first half... and maybe the second." He immediately shed his t-shirt, and I was not at all surprised (and in fact quite willing) when he had me bend over the bed, pull down my jeans and boxers, and he plunged his tongue into my hole. I gasped and groaned, and then relaxed, feeling him go to work on me, as promised. I couldn't take it for very long without turning to pull down his boxers and pull his cock into my mouth, stroking the base and rubbing his balls as I eagerly sucked on him. I stopped to catch my breath, and to quickly pull off the rest of my clothes, before we moved to the bed. We traded hits from a bottle of poppers, and I knelt over him, sucking his cock again while he continued to work on my hole with his tongue. His hands squeezed and kneaded my ass while he ate me, and it was all I could do not to just beg for his cock. Eventually he took matters into his own hands, pushing me forward and down off of him, and I stayed on my hands and knees, my ass slick with his saliva, my hole waiting as I felt him shift onto his knees behind me, one hand on my hip as he guided his cock forward. I felt the hot, rubbery hard tip of his cock nudge against my hole, and just for a second I was about to ask for lube. Instead, all I said quietly was, "Go easy..." and took another hit from the bottle. I closed my eyes as I felt him press against me, slipping just a little in his spit... then my muscles gave in, and I felt all seven inches of his dick push into me. He felt fucking amazing, and it hit me just as he sank up to the balls into me: I was finally getting my ass fucked without a condom. Raw. Naked. Skin-to-skin. Bareback. I shuddered at the sensation, and begged him, "Fuck me, fuck me," as he took hold of my hips with both hands and began working my hole, using only his spit for lube. I could feel him sliding back and forth, opening me up around his cock, breathing almost in rhythm to his strokes. He stayed mostly deep inside me, pulling back once in awhile, but eventually I felt him speeding up a little bit, then suddenly shoving hilt-deep again, groaning deeply and shaking a little. My eyes opened, and I gasped out loud for a moment before I got my voice. "Did you just cum?" I managed to ask. "Yeah," he replied, still shaking a little. He was still hard, and as he began moving a little again, I could sense that my hole was just a tiny bit hotter than before... and definitely more slippery than it had been earlier. The guys I'd gotten fucked by in the past, the ones with condoms on, had stopped after cumming, but he surprised me by continuing, picking up right where he'd left off, and soon, I was fucking back at him, taking a hit from the bottle of poppers now and then as we continued, feeling his balls slapping just behind mine as he continued to fuck me, using his own cum as the lube I'd asked for earlier. All the while, I kept begging him, "Fuck me, please keep fucking me..." and pleading with him, "Let me know when you're cumming again..." until I felt him stiffen again, giving me short, hard thrusts as he added a second load to the first. He eventually paused, sliding back a bit, and I slipped off of him, but not for long. I took the chance to ask him to let me be on top, and so I squatted over him, guiding his cock up into my hole once more, now slick with cum and spit. My hole was still a little tight, but I easily took him all the way in, sliding back and forth and feeling his cock moving inside me. He groaned out loud as I rode him, directing me to play with his nipples, and returning the favor as I moved faster, rising up now and then to sheathe him deep into me again. "Cumming again," he muttered. I responded by moving faster and harder. "Go on, cum, breed me, knock me up, give me that load, please fuckin' cum!" I used every phrase I could think of, working his cock with my ass. I could feel him bumping into my prostate and I could see my cock beginning to swell---something else I'd almost never seen while being fucked in the past. His hands tightened on my legs as he thrust up into me, surprising me yet again with a third load. This time, I could feel something else: a distinct throbbing. As he came, I could feel his cock spasming inside me, throbbing with each quick spurt of his cum. I came to a dead stop, my hands flat on his chest, concentrating on the amazing sensation of his cock blowing inside my ass. Eventually his orgasm subsided, but he was still mostly hard. We paused, then kept going, and after several minutes of determined fucking. I could hear the wet sounds of his cum, dripping out of my ass, as he moaned out loud and gave me one more load to go with the others. I felt him slip out of me, but he stopped just long enough to catch his breath before moving me with him to the edge of the bed again. He stood there, raising my legs to his shoulders, and I pulled my cock and balls up a little, still semi-hard, watching as he entered me again. We traded another hit from the poppers before he pushed up my thighs and sank deeply into my hole. It hurt just a little as he penetrated me deep, but I quickly ignored it in favor of amazement as he kept fucking me, his cock just hard enough to sustain the effort. He paused, reaching for a bottle of lube by the bed, squirting some around the base of his cock, keeping us both slippery---though there wasn't much need for it as before, with all the loads he'd shot. "You gonna cum again...?" I asked almost in disbelief, and he shook his head. "It's gonna take me a long time," he replied, but he didn't relent in fucking my hole, oh, and my cock was almost totally hard. He leaned down, kissing me deeply as he climbed up onto the bed, pinning my body under his and planting his cock deep as it would go. I kept stroking my cock, feeling it finally swell to full hardness as he worked my ass some more. "Can I cum?" I asked almost frantic with lust. "Yeah," he answered. At last I stroked myself furiously, feeling him slow down a little. "Fuck me, fuck me," I begged again, and felt him keep going, the pleasure adding to the building pressure in my cock and balls, before I shot jet after jet of my own cum onto my stomach, shuddering, moaning underneath him. He finally came to a stop as I fell limp beneath him, my cock still semi-hard, both of us panting for breath. After a long moment, he slowly drew his cock out, slick with lube and cum, and I reached down, stroking my hole in amazement, feeling the mixture coating me and dripping from me. ............................................ Even the best, high-quality dildo is a poor substitute for a cock, and I don't even know if a condom-covered cock will ever be enough. I don't think I'll be one-hundred-percent satisfied until I get another load... and then some.

A Word of Warning A word of warning to you bottoms. Don't let a guy fuck you raw and then cum in your ass. The feeling of a guy's cock spasming in your ass, that cum filling up the area around his shaft and making a warm glove that massages his cock as he shoots his load deep, is an intense orgasm that he will want to repeat. And once you've experienced that stiff cock pulsing and the hot cum shooting into you, you will want to feel it over and over again. When he pulls out, you're gonna want to suck his cock clean, tasting that great cum as well as your clean ass juices, and you're gonna want to suck him up stiff again, so that as soon as possible, you can have that rod inside you again. And when he slides home on that carpet of warm cum, and you feel how great it is to have a guy fuck you in cum, you're not gonna want him to stop. You're gonna do everything in your power to keep that cock in your ass. You'll end up with your heels in his ass forcing him to fuck you deep and hard. And if he gets worn out and says he can't fuck you any longer, you're gonna go looking for more. If you're at a party, you're gonna lay there in the sling with cum dripping out of your ass and down your ass crack, and holler for another top to take his place as quickly as possible. Raw anal sex is addictive. Once you've had a man shoot his load in you, you will do anything you can to get him to do it again and again, or to find as many tops as you can to load you up, till the cum runs down your legs. So don't get started on this unless you think you can have sex as often as possible, because that's what you will constantly want. ........... A word of warning to you tops. Don't let a guy talk you into shooting your load into his ass. The feel of your cum around your shaft as you fuck is very erotic and stimulating. It is an orgasm you won't forget. After you shoot you'll keep fucking as long as you can, to get the feel of that cum all over your cockshaft, till the cum forms a white ring around the base of your shaft. After you go soft, you'll pull out and ask him to suck you up stiff again. And then you'll want to fuck him again. And when you slide home on that carpet of warm cum and experience how great it feels to fuck an ass that's been lubricated with your own seed, you'll want to do it over and over again. That warm ass will feel like a mouth sucking you till you want to spurt your cum. It's very addictive. After you seed him as much as you can, and he's laying there in a pool of your jizz, you'll go off looking for another willing bottom to take your loads. This becomes an endless search for raw bottoms to fuck. You will go to a party and go from ass to ass, planting your seed and feeling how great it is to fuck a guy in another man's cum. You'll try to find the man that has the most loads in him, so you can plant another on top. When you slide into an ass and feel the cum ooze out on your balls, and you can both hear and feel it squishing on your cock, you will want to pound your load into him even more. The feel of cum on your cock will turn you into a fuckin' machine. So don't get started on this, unless you want to have raw sex as often as possible and with as many men as possible. Raw anal sex is the most addictive type of sex. Once you start, you can't stop. You'll want to fuck all the time. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com October, 1999

So its been one of my fantasies to be fucked while im unconscious/ sleeping and wake up with a sore ass full of cum. Set up a camera and record the whole thing and watch it afterwards. Am I the only one who wants this to happen.

I was on A4A today, chatting with this bottom guy, and he mentioned how much he wanted to fuck while at work. That made me flash back to some good times when I was a wee little cumdump. Didn't even know I was one at the time. I was about 18. Working is a fast food steak and hoagie (sandwich) shop. My uncle had been cornholeing me for a little while now so I knew what I really wanted, but didn't have much guidance.. Until one day, I went to the back of the store, looking for what, I don't remember, but what I found was priceless. My boss and his friend were back there, just talking and when I entered, they stopped and just looked at me and that look, I will never forget.. It was pure lust, but in a sick sort of way.. My boss was about 6'3 at the time, but had a massive beer gut. Turned me on big time. He friend was much smaller. About 5'9, but very thick built. Both black. My boss, light skin, his friend, dark.. I had just gotten braces and was still getting adjusted when my bosses friend, "joking" around asked me how wide I could open my mouth, now that I had the braces? Not catching on right away, I just showed him, by opening real wide. Hey, I was young. I remember they were very excited about how wide I could open it. As I flash back, my boss and his friend were slowly luring me into the darker part of the room.. By the time his friend slide his hand down the back of my pants and rubbed my ass hole, I was in the corner, trapped, but blocked by both, who were keeping watch.. Again, my uncle had been fucking me for at least 3 year now, so while it was no surprise to me, it was a great shock when my bosses friend's finger slide right into my wet hole.. All the way in.. Of course, I moaned.. They both just looked at me.. Being a slut and understanding the situation a little better.. I was young, but learning fast.. I had to confess, just enough.. Told them both I just been fucked. They wanted to know by who, but I just would not let them know. Really, they didn't care. Mind you, my bosses friend was still fingering my hole all this time and it felt so good. The place where I worked has an apartment upstairs the boss used to often sleep in. Nice place. Full 2 bedroom apartment. They talked me into meeting them the upstairs apartment, but were smart about it. There was an alley next to the door leading to the apartment. They would leave the door unlocked and wanted me to sneak in, coming down the alley, so no one would see. Was easy for me. Worked like a charm.. As soon as I got to the first level, where one bedroom was, my bosses friend pulled me in and told me to just strip. I didn't hear him at first because he was naked and had a great body, but his dick was massive and i've only ever been fucked by my uncle. Yes, it was often, but my uncle was only about 6 inches and was pretty thin, so after a while, sliding in for him was nothing. This monster in front of me, had me slowly backing out the room.. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in and started to remove my clothes and pushed me down on my knees. I sucked as much as I could. It was fully hard, 8 inches, but about 6 -7 inches thick. Massive.. And again, Im 18. want to say I was about 5'9, maybe 170. Nice body.. I knew its was going to hurt, but this part of me just let them use me. When he was ready, he lifted me up, laid me face down on the bed, pulled my ass into the proper height for him, and put a lot of jell (lube) on my hole as his dick.. He stepped up to me, then froze for a few seconds, then told me to just lay flat.. Of course, I followed directions. He climbed on top of me and once he dick head touched my hole, he screamed.. He pushed my head into the pillow to muffle the scream.. He was very slow as I was still tight and his dick was massive, but he slowly worked that massive fucker up my hole.. I wasn't really crying, but it hurt like hell so the tears were flowing, but I never let up. I let this man, friend of the family, fuck my 18 year old butthole and he fucked me good and hard.. all while I screamed and moaned and teared into the pillow.. When he came in me, it literally felt like an explosion up my hole and he just froze and pumped it into me.. He pulled out and for some reason, I just jumped on my knees and sucked his dick clean.. That's when I looked at the door to see my boss standing there, dick out and rock hard. Now, I have to say, for his size his dick was pretty small.. Not really tiny, but for his size, I was expecting much bigger.. Didn't matter.. He walked in, grabbed me by my arm and pulled me into living room area, threw me head first into the sofa, with my ass up in the air, slammed in my sore, wet hole and fucked me pretty senseless for about 5 straight minutes. It's weird, as I flash back, there wasn't much talk with these guys.. except when my boss came deep in my hole.. "DAMN, that's a nice hole, boy.." Hearing that, I came instantly.. They threw me my clothes, told me to get dressed and sneak back out.... That was just the first visit to that upstairs apartment..

When I was 20, back in the 80s, a wealthy gay man offered to make me his sex slave but live in luxury, if I would let him infect me with AIDS. We didn't call it HIV back then, and it was a death sentence at the time. I turned him down... not without spending a lot of time talking to him, though! And, as I began to regret that decision over the years, I found it wasn't the life of luxury that I missed, but the chance to be intentionally infected. Twenty-five years later, I found myself about to enter a bathhouse for the first time since I'd been young. I was nervous; I no longer had the hard body of my youth, my hair was much thinner, and I'd developed a gut somewhere down the line. But it was my birthday, and for the first time in years I had no obligations, no relationship, no one depending on me. And I had promised myself the chance to get infected. I was embarassed when I saw the young, hard bodies behind the desk... Why would anyone be interested in me when there was meat like this around? I got my key and my towel and stripped down. At first I couldn't get anyone to notice me, or of the couple who barely did, one laughed. I felt humiliated, but I was determined. This club had a gloryhole wall where the men using the holes stood on a platform, and the men sucking could stand up straight. I stood on the lower level until a cock appeared in front of me. I went down on it and it got super hard, about 8 inches long and slender. He was shaved, and there was a tattoo that I couldn't make out. I've always been good at giving head. I can easily overcome my gag reflex, and I can deepthroat almost any cock to the balls. I did this with him for a while. Before he shot his load, I asked: "Do you want to cum in my ass?" There was a moment's hesitation, and the cock disappeared. I began to feel like I had blown it, when the man stepped in front of me. To my surprise, he was my age, but in much better shape. "How do you want it?' he asked, matter-of-factly. "Bareback," I barely managed to say. He just nodded and motioned for me to follow him. He led me to a private room and told me to get on the bed. He told me to suck him some more, and to use plenty of saliva, because that's all the lube he was going to use. As I sucked on it, I noticed with a thrill of excitement that his tattoo said "Toxic Cock!" He noticed the way I looked at it. "You don't have it yet, do you?" he asked. I could only shake my head. "Do you want it?" I nodded quickly. "Yes," I said. He laughed. "You expect me to give it to you tonight?" "Please!" "It doesn't work that way," he said. "I'm medicated, and my cum probably doesn't have enough virus in it to infect you, no matter how hard I fuck you." My disappointment must have been obvious, because he laughed. "I could go off my meds," he said, "And develop a high-viral load. But why should I do that for you?" I swallowed. "I'll do anything for it," I said. He looked at me with interest. "I want you to make it worth my while," he said. "Come live with me, and do anything I tell you. The day you arrive, I'll go off my meds. And if you're still there in two weeks, I could have enough virus to infect you." With that he turned me the way he wanted me and rammed his cock into me. He didn't infect me that day, but I felt wonderfully sore for a couple days after. It took me a month to get away. I quit my job and collected the deposit on my apartment. These had been his conditions: That I have nothing left to return to. I had complied without even knowing what kind of home I would be going to. It wasn't the luxurious estate that I'd been offered in the 80s. It was a working farm, and I found myself used not only sexually but for labor. He would work me until I was ready to drop, and then he would fuck me. As he promised, he quit taking his meds during this time. He didn't simply fuck me. He reamed out my ass with a bottle brush every day so the virus could more easily enter the bloodstream. It hurt when he fucked me, every time. It's now a month that I've been here, and I'm sick as hell. It's August, so it seems a strange month for the flu... except, of course, what I have isn't the flu. The day I woke up with a fever, throwing up, and aching all over, he told me I'd been pozzed. I've decided to continue to live with him and serve him. We've agreed that, while he will return to his meds, I will never take them. I am not living in idle luxury as per my old fantasy, but I'm nevertheless content with the life, and eventual death, I've chosen.

I owe it to my tops to offer them a clean hole to fuck. And not just a well hosed out chute- but one that gets tested and checked every 90 days ( yeah, I am aware the 2nd day after the test I could catch something, but due diligence is part of bottoming out) And, since a lot of the guys who fuck or fist me are partnered and playing outside the relationship, I sure as all fuck do not want to spread something to them that they then take home-- and have to explain how they caught an STD in a "monogamous" setting. And for me- the big fuss is pretty basic-- if I am down with a STD ( and if I have one, I am really down) I am not getting cum. I think once a boy can sport a hard dick, it is an understood obligation to NOT keep on running around dripping syph or gonno or anything else- treat it and stop the chain, and everyone can be in the game a lot longer

I did get a refill a couple of weeks after that first time... Finally managed to find the time to get back in touch with the guy, who'd been asking me to come over on and off. This time he started out naked on the bed, lying back while I crawled up the bed, taking his cock balls-deep in my mouth as I finished undressing myself. By the time I was done getting undressed, alternating with stroking and sucking his cock, he was rock-hard, sliding down my throat and making me gag a little each time as I took him in. He slid back and off the bed as I stayed on hands and knees, ass raised and waiting. He kept me there, dragging his tongue over my hole in wet strokes, pushing the tip into me, until I was even more relaxed and wanting to be fucked. He stood up, and he handed me the bottle of poppers to take a hit. I breathed in deep, and felt that heat flush through me while I looked back and watched him squirt a little lube onto his cock, then grab my hip. No hesitation this time, no resistance, no delay---his dick sank into my ass like it belonged there, stretching me open, skin-to-skin... I stayed in place, doggy-style with my knees wide apart, feeling his cock pound deep into me, occasionally pushing back at him to keep it all the way inside me. "Oh, God yes, fuck me..." I whispered, continuing to beg for his dick. The last time he'd fucked me, he'd given me his last load while I was on my back, underneath him, rocking my hips up when he paused, enjoying the feel of him sliding in and out of my hole. With that in mind, I started to shift a little, trying to keep him inside me while I shifted onto my back, feeling his cock turning inside me. When he saw where I was trying to go, though, he stopped and pulled out. "Come on..." he said, pausing my disappointment, and made me stand up with him, following him out of the bedroom. Just a short distance down the hall, he led me into another room with something hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. A sling, all black leather and chains and straps. I eagerly climbed on and raised my legs, spreading myself open and letting him have my hole once more. He sank deep into me once again as I took another hit of the poppers, and I kept my legs up above his shoulders, feeling his hands on my thighs, pulling me toward him with each deep thrust into my waiting ass. He kept up his steady, deep pounding rhythm, even while he took my cock in one hand---soft this whole time as I concentrated entirely on his dick in me---stroking and toying with it as he fucked me... I barely noticed, so caught up in being fucked again. I stayed there in the sling, taking hits of poppers and feeling him fucking me, reaching up and pulling him down for a deep tongue-twisting kiss, and even then he still kept up that steady fuck-rhythm, slamming balls-deep into my ass. "Gonna breed you...!" he finally said, and I waited, open to him, feeling him pound deep into me, then let out a long moan and stay sheathed all the way, throbbing in me and filling me up with his load. He stayed inside for a good long time after, finally, very slowly, pulling out to let my ass keep his load inside this time. ...later, as I drove home, I could still feel that slippery heat inside my hole, and when I got home and pulled off my shorts, finally felt the load trickle out of my ass... which I used for lube while I fucked myself with fingers and toy, stroking my cock until shot my own load at last, after being used, after being bred by him once again...

It was a typical Friday night. Of course all I could think about was how horny I was and how badly I wanted to have my ass filled. I was online cruising around BBRT checking things out. There was this guy that I had chatted with before online. We had tried to connect a few times before, but it just hadn't worked out. I figured I would give it a try tonight and see if he was free. I hit him up and we chatted for a bit. Next thing I knew I was on my way to his palce. I was happy to finally meet him as we had many conversations about what we would do if we ever met. I arrived at his house and was ready to ring the bell when I saw a note. "Door unlocked. Come in, remove your clothes and put on the items on the bench." My heart raced a bit with anticipation as I opened the door and went in to the entry way. The area was dimly lit, but there was the bench with a box on it. I undressed and proceeded to open the box. Inside I found a leather jock strap, a ball gag and a hood. I put on the items and sat down on the bench and waitied for what seemed to be an eternity. Soon enough I could feel a presence in the room. I hear a low voice say "are you ready boy?" I nodded my head in acceptance as I could speak. I felt his hand touch my shoulder and I rose. He led me down a hardwood floor for a bit and then down some stairs slowly as not trip and fall. When we finished decending the stairs we stopped for a minute. I was trying to pay close attention to the sounds as I had no idea where I was. I thought I could hear a door opening, shortly after I felt his large hand again as he led me further forward. We then again stopped. I felt him work his way behind me as felt cold metal on my left wrist and a clenching. I assumed it was a pair of handcuffs after I felt the cold metal hit my right wrist. At this point I knew that I was in for something. He pushed me forward again from behind until I felt something hit me on the front of my body, just above my cock. He pushed my head down until I was laying flat on my stomach with my head against a platform. He slid me forward on the platform and set my legs up until I was in a legs bent position. I put it all together and realized that I was on a fisting bench. I then proceeded to feel him put some cold lube on my ass and insert a finger, then two. He held them inside for a minute and then asked "are you ready to go to the next level and experience things you never thought possible" I thought about his question briefly and the shook my head in acceptance. He removed his fingers. I could hear him doing somehting behind me, but was unable to make out what was going on. Next thing I knew there was pressure again at my hole. I felt something begin to insert into my hole, slighily larger than his two large fingers. Then I felt my ass fill with what I thought was an amount of water, but there was a slight burning sensation to it. He removed the device from my hole and then slipped in something else. I could tell immediately it was a butt plug. In no time I was starting to feel hot and my heart was racing. I felt his hand again at my head as he pulled me into an upright position. He removed the hood and for the first time I could see him. Of course at this point I was becoming extremely horny and all I wanted was to be fucked. I took in my surrounds as best I could. I noticed a sling next to the bench I was on. He proceeded to ask me how I was feeling. Of course I was not able to speak since there was a gag in my mouth still, but he could tell what I wanted. He said he knew that I wanted to get fucked because he just gave me a huge booty bump. He proceeded to remove the handcuffs and as he did so he told me I was going to get fucked more then I ever had before. I shook my head in acceptance again. He led me over to the sling and helped me in and put my hands and feet in to the restaints attached to the chains. There was a mirror attached to the top of the sling and I could see my self laid out like a pig waiting for wahtever he wanted to give to me. He reached to my ass and removed the plug. Once it was gone all I could think about was that I felt empty and I wanted more inside me. As I watched in the mirror I could see him remove his jock strap to reveal his huge cock. It must have been 10" and as thick as a beer can. I thought to myself there is no way I can take this, but all I could think was that I wanted it. He came to my arm and tied something around it I could see the syringe out of the corner of my eye. I watched as he slid it into my vein and emptied it into me. I felkt an instant rush and tried to cough with some avail due to the gag in my mouth. He proceeded to fill the syringe again and empty it into his arm. He then doused a healthy handfull of lube on his cock and lines it up with my quivering hole. He looked in my eyes and I said as best I could with the gag in my mouth "fuck me Sir!" Instantly he slid that huge beer can cock in to my ass and he went all the way, balls deep. I couldn't believe that I just took that huge cock, but all I could think about was how good it felt inside me. He began to fuck me slowly at first and then he ramped up the speed. Eventually he was pushing back on the sling so that his huge cock slid all the way out of my ass and then back in balls deep. I couldn't get enough! It felt so fucking amazing! Finally after an hour of fucking he started to twitch and I knew that he was going to give me his load. He groaned loudly and pushed himself deep insdie me. I could feel his warm juice loading inside me. He pulled his huge cock out of my ass and come around to my head. He removed the gag from my mouth and then stood on a pedistal at the head of the sling. He then procedded to piss in my mouth. He said "Be a good boy and drink all of Daddies chem piss!" I did as I was told. I was so high at this point and all I wanted was for my ass to be filled again. He went back around to my ass and began to put crisco in his hands. He slapped a generous amount on my ass and worked it in to my open hole. He then began to work his fist in to my hole. It was amazing how easily he got the large paw inside of me. Once again I couldn't get enough. I could see his cock was still rock hard. He asked me if I wanted another load. I replied with a yes. With his fist still inside me he worked his huge cock in next to it. I could feel my hole stretching as he wokred in to me. It felt amazing. He said " I am going to jerk off my dick iside you." I could feel as he wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to work them insdie me. I had never felt anyhitng like this before and it sent me to the moon. I laid my head back in pure enjoyment. This went on for close to ten minutes before he released another load in to me. He pulled out his hand and slipped a large plug in to my ass. He then said sleep well and I will see you in the morning.............

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

There's no doubt about it, this sick poz fucker was a master at getting bottoms to give up the goods. And unfortunately I fell prey to his slick style. The guy was on Manhunt and the only pic showing was of his dick. And man was it a good picture! He claims "8x6" in his stats section (don't they all!) but the picture of his dangling meat looks to measure up to every inch of his profile. And this fucker had been dangling this meat in front of me for about a year. We would chat on and off, whenever we would see each other online. He said all the right things, about eating my pussy to get me good and open before he slow-fucked his massive meat into me. He talked about taking his time with me, making me feel good, working my ass deep, etc. Yes, he was poz, but he said he was healthy and since I was neg he wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. You know, all the frilly language that gets a bottom going. He would even open his one, locked "face pic" for me and I would get to see a handsome, older daddy face to go with that cock. But we would somehow never quite manage to hook up. Something would "suddenly come up" and Marsha Brady would disappear. His face pic would relock, and I wouldn't see him online for awhile. Until the next time. Yeah, that fucker teased me for a good, long while-- baiting that hook well. Until one fateful Saturday, when he finally managed to "close the deal". It was around 1 am and I had been horny all day with no takers. I was cruising online, trying to find something...ANYTHING... to take care of my itch. When I suddenly get an IM from him: Him: Hey, what's up tonight? Me: I am CRAZY horny. I need cock so bad I can taste it Him: I'm horny too. We should fuck Me: ABSOLUTELY! I would do anything for your cock to be in me tonight Him: I just got in from the bar. You wanna cum here? Me: Are you serious? are we gonna do this finally?? Just tell me where, and I'll cum over Him: Yeah. let's do it. ok, bring poppers. you'll need them :-) Me: God, I can't wait for this! I've been wanting your cock for so long! Him: And I've wanted your ass. When you get to my place, I'll let you in but I want you to turn around, drop your and put your hands on the door so I can immediately start eating your ass Me: deal! He sent me his address and I was out the door in a flash. He wasn't that far away, and I arrived at his apartment about 15 minutes later. I knocked and his door opened up enough to let me in. It was fairly dark inside, and I whispered hello as I turned around and dropped my sweats. His hot mouth was at my crack in an instant and his tongue was burrowing into my hole expertly. I was so turned on I had to concentrate not to pop my nut right then and there. After about 10 minutes of him tonguing my spleen, he says "Let's go to the bedroom". And he starts walking down the hall. I followed him back, and when we got to the dim light coming from the porn playing in his room what I saw was... disarming. He did not look like his pictures. Or better yet, his face pic was him... but from years ago. And the years had not been kind. He vaguely looked like Chet from Weird Science. He was bald now and had quite a gut and kind of emaciated limbs. Frankly, he looked sick, and this made my stomach churn. He had said he was healthy, but he didn't look it. About the only thing that DID look healthy on him was his massive prong. It stood out proudly from his bony hips, and there was a shiny drop of precum at the tip. It was every bit 8x6... possibly more... with an angry, shiny, purple mushroom head and a slight downward arc. "Get on all fours at the edge of the bed," he commanded. I hesitated. He could sense my nervousness and disappointment at his appearance. I'm sure he'd encountered this exact same reaction before and he was well prepared. He simply smiled a sickly grin and grabbed his cock and wagged it at me. "You like this, don't you boy? You've been fantasizing about this stretching that pucker for awhile now, haven't you? And I can see you're turned on by the thought," he said with a glance down at my still hard cock. "Get on the bed and I'll eat your butt some more. We won't do anything you don't want to do." And he flexed his cock again and the swell of that fucker hypnotized me. I found myself complying and getting on the bed. He knelt and began tonguing my hole in earnest and I gotta say-- it was fucking hot. He was really getting in there, and he was also doing the "spit on my hole" thing which drives me wild. When I was bucking back onto his tongue, he figured I was ready. He stood up and pumped a fistful of lube into his hand from the large bottle on the nightstand. "Now might be a good time to hit those poppers," he said while he teased and rubbed his cockhead all over my pucker. "Um... I'm not sure...." I hedged. But he knew. He knew I was in heat at this point and that my will was weak. "Hit the poppers, boy. You'll enjoy this more." And I did as he said. Just as the rush was taking hold, he took hold of my hips and pressed his head slowly into me. My ass opened up readily and accepted his tainted shaft. He inched in with agonizing slowness and I had to buck back into him to sink the remaining 3 inches into me. The pain has his head pierced my second ring was exquisite. And although I am ashamed to admit this, I was in heaven. I knew that he was sick, and that he probably had full blown AIDS, but I didn't care. I was so goddamn horny I would have taken any cock at that moment, and here he was presenting me with a perfect fuckstick. A tool of beauty that was hitting me perfectly and deeply. I tried to hump back onto him in order to fuck myself on his meat, but he would have none of it. "Oh no, boy. We're gonna take this slow and make it last. I wanna edge myself with your hole, like I've been edging myself all day.' And with that he took over the fuck and I just hit the poppers and was along for the ride. He slowfucked me for the better part of 30 minutes. Just slowly sliding into me until his head popped into my colon and his pubes were nestled against my asscheeks, and then a slow pullout to where just his fat head was still inside my pucker. And then a pause. And then another slow push in, and pull back. It honestly drove me crazy. Especially each time his head drove across and past my prostate. His massive member milked me from the inside and I was drooling precum all over his bedspread. He then gradually started speeding up and thrusting a bit harder into my ass. His cock was long enough to pop into my inner sanctum, but just barely. So in effect it was really more just ramming it. I could feel the punch of his dick with each thrust and it hurt, but the prostate work was pure pleasure. His thrusting then started getting violent as his hands gripped my hips firmly. I was hitting the poppers almost constantly to keep myself as open as possible for all that meat. "Damn boy! You're gonna make me cum!" he shouted. "Not in me!" I bleated. "Too late," he grunted while he shoved in as deep as he could. I felt his cock start to throb deep inside me and I knew he was shooting his poz load into me. His toxic load. His viral load. I felt turned on and ashamed and disgusted and excited all at the same time. I was also still hard and my ass wasn't done with his beautiful cock. When his orgasm subsided, he went back to slow fucking me. Long, slow pullout-- long push back in. He wasn't quite as hard as he had been, but he was still at nearly full mast. Only now, his dick was sliding more smootly inside me and his thrusts were making wet sounds. "You liked that, didn't you boy? I knew you were a chaser- I just had to get you to the point where your desires took over from your brain." All I could do was nod. "Mmmm, my cock may not be done with you yet either. He likes young, neg hole. You may get another load, if you want one. So.. you want one, boy?" I gave him the only answer I could. I finally got home and into my own bed around 3:30 that morning, my head buzzing with what I had just done (twice). And my ass leaking the evidence.

I love Christmas, that special time of year when the decorations are up and everyone is so full of joy, but the main reason I love it is that because of my age, my powerful build and my deep baritone voice I get employed as a Santa, it’s a handy bit of pocket money. So that’s where this story kicks off, I was working at a small shopping centre, chortling and doing the ‘ho ho ho’ bit as countless times before as a bratty girl sat on my knee asking me for a pony, after her mother took a picture she jumped off and ran off with her mother, the next was another girl, the plain unimaginative dress and neat hairstyle denoted devout Christian or some other religion and that was further confirmed by the way her mother was dressed, however my attention was stolen away by the very cute blond teenage son that stood just behind his mother, I guessed him to be about 18 and though he was short and dressed in a very repressed kooky conservative way I could see that he would have a fine athletic physique underneath those dreadful clothes, I also saw the way he looked at my bulge. The girl sat on my lap asking for the starving in Africa to end and that peace should reign over the earth, I swear I had to stop myself from yawning as she chattered on about helping the needy, finally I realised she’d stopped, “Ho Ho Ho what lovely sweet wishes for Christmas my dear, what a good Christian you are!” as soon as I said that I could see the look of pride beaming on the mothers face “but you must wish for something for yourself?”, the girl looked shyly at her mother who sighed and nodded as the little girl became animated asking for a new dolly. The girl jumped off my lap and I turned my attention to the lad “come and sit on Santa’s lap son”, the kid blushed bright red croaking “I’m too old for that” however much to his chagrin his mother insisted and he looked so deliciously uncomfortable as he walked to sit on my lap, his eyes darting to my bulge again He sat on my knee and I tentatively brushed my fingers over his small firm round arse, though he stiffened he did not say anything so I took the lead and as I chortled “and what do you want me to give you for Christmas little man “I squeezed his little firm bum. While his mother and sister were giggling at the pictures they had taken I discreetly whispered “I finish in an hour or so boy, come back then for your present”. I saw him about 15 mins before my finish time, furtively hanging about, shyly looking away when I looked in his direction. “ho ho ho, its time for Santa to go to the north pole now, Merry Christmas everyone”, there were the usual claps and whoops, I stifled a yawn thinking ‘arseholes’ as I made my way round the side of the unit, I looked over my shoulder seeing him standing about twenty feet away, gave him a jerk of my head and went inside leaving the door open. I took off the beard and hat rubbing my short salt and pepper beard, before removing the Santa jacket and padding leaving myself wearing just the red trousers held up by braces and boots on, I scratched my stocky hairy belly as I heard the click of the door close behind him “you took your time boy”, I turned to look at him, the lad was visibly shaking “I didn’t want anyone to see me”, I smirked “and did they?”, he shook his head “I don’t think so”, I unzipped the fly on my trousers tugging my fat cock and balls out before sitting down and spreading my legs, I lit a cigar “c’mon boy suck my dick that’s what you’re here for”, he licked his lips but stayed still shuffling his feet “I’ve never done it before”, I slapped my forehead, trying to hide my excitement at getting a virgin “well no time like the present to try it son” and clicked my fingers “NOW!” I smirked as he obediently walked over getting on his knee’s in between my legs and held my rapidly growing cock in his smooth little hand, he stared at it for a moment and then tentatively put his lips on the end of it, I grinned “that’s it son, that’s what you need” as he became animated and literally sucked on my cock like hoover, I rested my hand on his blond hair giving him encouragement and instructions on how to suck a man properly, he caught my cock with his teeth only once and a slap to his sweet little face ensured he didn’t do it again. I settled back smoking my cigar and swigging brandy from my hip flask luxuriating in the sloppy wet tongue job my cock was getting from his inexperienced mouth, I looked down catching his blue puppy dog eyes looking up at me “when I cum boy hold it in your mouth until I say so”, he nodded and went back to sucking in earnest, I made a mental note to write a letter to Santa myself thanking him!! When I did cum it was a nice big load as I’d not wanked off that day, I filled his mouth so much that some of it did dribble out over his chin, as I put my cock away I smiled “hold it there boy”, “open your mouth and show me”, he opened his mouth showing my spunk swimming round in his mouth and over his tongue “good boy, swallow it now”, as he gulped it down I got up and put my jacket back on wondering how I was going to him back again. I handed him a toothbrush and toothpaste “clean your teeth so your mother does not smell my spunk in your breath”, as he cleaned his teeth I admired his pert little bum wiggling and then it dawned on me “want a job as my elf son?”, he nodded furiously spitting out the toothpaste in the sink “I’d love to but I dunno about my mum, she’s a bit”, I interjected “repressed?”, he blushed nodding as he smoothed out his hair, I patted him on his bum and pulled him close to me “don’t you worry about her son, go find her now and bring her to me, I’ll talk her into it”, as he left I asked “what’s your name boy?”, he grinned at me “Noel” He scurried out, and I did wonder if he would follow through but just to be on the safe side I sprayed the unit with air freshener and dressed myself as respectfully as I could possibly do, and then for an extra touch I put my copy of the good book on the side table. I was obviously very pleased when he brought her back, seems she was overjoyed at the idea of her son earning some extra money, unemployment was rife in the area and when she saw the bible on the side she was even more keen. I explained that I did not work on Sundays as it was the lords day, well that’s not entirely true I never worked on a Sunday due to drug and alcohol fuelled Saturday nights, she nodded in earnest agreeing with me but I then added “of course young Noel needs to be fitted out in his costume and instructed in the workings of the grotto, I can tell you’re a strict religious woman but would you consider allowing Noel to receive training tomorrow so that he can start work on Monday?”, she was undecided at first but then I lifted the bible up stroking its leather surface “I know it’s a lot of ask but its so unusual to meet such good Christian people who understand the true meaning of Christmas”, with that she elatedly blubbered “he’ll come after church tomorrow morning!!”, as they left I winked at Noel, he blushed and as the door closed I opened my hollowed out bible and took a good few swigs of brandy from the bottle secreted in there as I checked my stash of Tina humming to myself ‘have yourself a very merry chemmed up little bum boy’

Bob was going to spend a week at his big brother Shaun's apartment in New York City. Bob's 21st birthday was that week and his older brother told him they could go bar hopping too. Shaun was 28 years old and had already made so much money but he still had a roommate. Well Eric wasn't really a roommate but was his lover however neither Bob nor their parents knew. Shaun and Bob grew up in a very conservative religious sect and Shaun had moved to New York so he could come out yet remain in the closet to his family. Eric didn't like having to hide being gay but he loved Shaun and understood the situation so before Bob arrived he moved his clothes into one of the guest rooms. Shaun picked his brother up at the airport and saw his little brother still looked like a young boy. Bob is 5'7" and 125 pounds and had a tight body from years on the school swim team. His dirty blond hair was mid length and messy as it always was except when they went to church. His blue eyes were so blue they lookrd like dolls eye and everyone commented how cute they were and when he smiled as he often did he had the most adorable dimples. No one would think they were brothers as Shaun was 5'11" and 185 pounds and his body was clearly a gym body with nice muscles but not too much. He had brown eyes and short neat brown hair in the same style he wore his whole life and was the only conservative thing about him. While Bob was dressed in his usual skater attire Shaun wore Levi's jeans and a simple black T-shirt that accented his chest. "Bobby welcome to the City of Sin" Shaun exclaimed as he hugged his brother. Only his family still called him Bobby as he switched to calling himself Bob when he was 16 and was tired of being a little boy. "Wow! Shaun you got your ear pierced! Guess you don't ever plan on going home again". "That was two years ago, and I remove it when I visit home" "That's so cool you get to live here and not worry about what Dad and Mom will think. Dad yelled at me just last month when he saw me checking out a friends tattoo" Shaun grabbed one of Bob's bags and they took a cab into the City. During the ride Shaun pointed out various landmarks and they talked about what they might do together during Bob's visit. When Shaun pointed out a health club and told his brother that is where he and Eric workout, his brother asked why he has a roommate since he was rich. Shaun told him that he was small town rich but since NYC was so expensive having a roommate made sense and just then the cab stopped at the building. Bob was impressed with the doorman and fancy lobby and when they got in the elevator he was amazed that someone worked there too. The elevator was being staffed by Cory, a cute red haired twink. Shaun saw Bob looking at Cory a few times and for the first time wondered if maybe his little brother was gay too. Being seven years older he had already been out of the house before Bob became a teen and had always thought of him as a little boy and he hoped to get to know him more this week. If Bob liked the lobby he loved the apartment. Eight huge rooms over looking Central Park. Shaun told him that if he lived alone he probably would have a small place looking over a dumpster and he laughed when Bob told him he better keep Eric forever. After showing Bob his room for the week they relaxed and had a couple of drinks and talked about home, the family and friends. As the evening arrived so did Eric. Bob was speechless at first and stared at the six foot tall, muscular, bald, older black man. Eric had seen boys freeze like that before and knew the boy wasn't in shock but instead was in awe of the stud. Eric reached his hand out to shake and could feel the boy's hand tremble a bit and considering how cute Bob was got him wanting to pop his likely cherry boypussy. Shaun said he was thinking of taking Bob out to dinner but after Eric got everyone another drink they all agreed to stay in and relax. Bob couldn't stop staring at Eric and hoped his brother didn't catch him looking at Eric's bulge. When Bob went to the bathroom Eric told Shaun there was no way his brother was straight and said I bet he's jerking off right now. Shaun told Eric he thought Bob was checking out Cory earlier in the elevator. Shaun asked Eric if he wanted to chem Bob up and break his boypussy in and Eric pulled out of pocket and showed Shaun the package of Tina he picked up and said they'd make the cherry popping a night to remember. Shaun refilled his brother's cola and added some G to help speed things up.

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

When I got to college I was totally straight. Never even thought about having gay sex or doing anything with a guy. I wasn't a homophobe or anything, It was just that tits and pussy, not cock, turned me on. In high school I had a girl friend, and like a lot of couples, we hooked up and she took care of my needs to get laid. But going away to college ended that relationship and suddenly it was just me and my hand - again. And as everyone knows, compared to a quality blow job or fuck a hand job simply isn't as good. Of course I wasn't the only guy on campus who was horny and looking to get laid so that meant it wasn't easy finding a new girl. Then one day I was walking back from class talking to a buddy and we ended-up on the topic of being horny and not being able to get any. He looked at me, smiled and said "You know there is a solution to that." And with that introduction he went on to tell me about the coaches' locker room in the old football / weight room building, explaining "...when they built the football team a new weight room, the old one was opened up to students for use 24-7-365. But what most people don't know is that down in the basement is a locker room that used to be for the use of the coaches. It's not that big but it has lockers and a decent shower area but since it's out of the way no-one uses it." Not understanding where he was going, I replied "Uhh huh, and what does this have to do with being horny?" "Well, after 6:00 PM each day" he says "it's a place where you can go to get your rocks off if you want. It's mostly gay guys but they will suck anyone who wants to get blown and you can usually fuck one in the ass if you want. They keep it pretty dark in there so it's not like you can really see who is taking care of you and it sure beats jacking off. I'm telling you, man, one straight guy to another, a guy's mouth feels just as good as a girl's and I'm told that fucking can be even better." Pre-college I would have ignored his suggestion, but at this point I was horny enough that the idea of getting sucked sounds good enough that I don't care who does it, especially if its anonymous. My buddy went on explaining that the deal is if your interested you go down there to the locker room and strip nude - no clothes allowed in the shower - and go on in. If a guy is in the middle of the room then he's looking for someone to service him. If he's against the wall facing out then it means he's giving blow jobs. If he's against the wall with his face to the wall then he's taking it up the ass. The idea of course is that guys will give and receive but its not like they are keeping records or anything. He could tell I was interested and offered to show me around a bit that night it I wanted, so around 9:00 PM that night we met up and headed over. It was a good thing the locker room was somewhat buried in an out of the way location, 'cause as soon as we opened the door the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air. The room was dim but there was just enough light to find a locker and get undressed which we did. Now while I was horny as hell I was also nervous about the whole gay thing so my cock was anything but hard. My buddy on the other hand was sporting a nice 7" wood and clearly ready to get going. We walked into the shower room to find one of the shower heads in a distant corner was on full, putting out hot steam which fogged the room a bit. I could just make out couple of guys fucking and a couple of others getting sucked. We watch for a minute and then, as our eyes adjusted, we can see others against the wall waiting for action. My buddy lead me over to the wall, told me to face into the shower, and to have fun. Then he disappeared into the mist. No sooner had he disappeared then a guy appeared. He smiled at me and quietly asked "Let me guess: you're straight, and this is your first time, right?" I nodded in reply, swallowed hard, and wondered what would come next. I didn't have long to wait. The guy reached over and began playing with my soft cock, murmuring that I should relax. Then he went down on his knees, and took my cock in his mouth. His performance was magic. His tongue swirled around my limp shaft and head, licking my balls. Within seconds I was hard. To make a long story short, it was an amazing blow job and in the end I pumped jet after jet of my cum down his throat. As I left the shower area I spied my buddy, balls-deep in a guy's ass, fucking him hard. But the conversion part of this story is what you really want right? So my girlfriend problem never got any better and I keep returning to the locker room. Within a few visits I decide to try fucking a guy and found out first hand how much better a guy's ass can be than a girl's pussy. I found myself noticing hot guys more and more, and wondered if I was going gay, especially since I noticed fewer and fewer girls. I guess, however, all that really mattered was that when I walked into the shower room, my cock was always rock hard. Then came 'The night'... I'd gone over as usual, hoping to fuck someone. I undressed and walked into the shower. More guys than usual were clustered in the middle, but that wasn't particularly unusual. I had seen it happen before. Seeing a guy facing the wall, and not engaged with anyone, I headed over that way, but before I took three steps I was grasped from behind by several pairs of hands and forcefully guided to the wall, pinned against it, my legs spread eagle. "What the hell!?" I exclaimed. Someone replied "Well you've been giving out loads for a while. It's time you took some." "What the fuck, man, hey, I'm not gay I don't do that." "We aren't asking you. If I was in your shoes I'd relax and enjoy it." I knew there was a crowd around me and it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. And the only sounds were heavy breathing and the rhythmic sounds of guys stroking their cocks. My cock went instantly soft and I knew I couldn't escape.."Please, man, no, please don't." "Shhhh just relax." I felt fingers probing my virgin ass, opening me up for the first time in my life. The guy fingering me took his time but he wasn't gentle and it hurt. Soft whimpers escaped me as he opened my ass.."No, please, it hurts" I begged, but the guy kept going. Then I could feel his fingers begin to work lube into my ass and I could feel my hole stretching open. He moved behind me and I could feel the tip of his raw cock against my now stretched pussy. "Okay boy I'm gonna pop your cherry. Just relax," he suggested. "No, please, don't, no... please...noo" I whimpered as he began to push his way into my ass. Man did it hurt at first. The thick mushroom head truly opening my virgin ass and drove deep inside. It felt like I was being split in two, but he just drove his shaft in deep and left it there for a moment. I could hear others encouraging him, but some of what they were saying made no sense to me. "Yeah man, fuck that neg hole. Convert that boy. Poz him good." He started working his shaft in and out slowly at first letting me adjust and then with greater force. And as my ass relaxed and he started massaging my prostrate I was shocked to find myself enjoying it...my cock getting hard. I couldn't believe it. I was straight. I wasn't gay. And yet here I was, enjoying a cock in my ass. Tears of shame ran down my face as I confronted the fact I was getting pleasure from the cock in my ass. "Yeah boy, you like this, don't you? Fucking got a big hard-on, don't you?" the guy whispered in my ear, adding "Yeah you like this. I can tell. Fucking tight ass boy. Yeah. You know you're a faggot now, don't you?" He was right: I was. I couldn't help it. As he fucked away, my whimpers of pain had become moans of pleasure. He and everyone watching knew it. "Fucking A boy I'm gonna convert that neg ass of yours. Going to give you the gift. Make you part of the brotherhood." Had I understood what he meant I would have been terrified and would have tried to fight back, but I was clueless and in any case I was still held fast. Hands were groping my cock, stroking it as the group closed in tightly. I heard guys murmur about 'pozzing his ass' and 'milking the last neg load' from my cock. I could tell we were both going to cum very soon. "Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want my cum inside your ass." "Yes," I whimpered, "yes, please!" I could feel him shudder as he drove deep inside my ass, his hot juices filling-up my hole. I cried out as my cock fired its own load of cum at the same time. He stood behind me working his cock in my ass.. Working his cum into me. "Yeah pussy boy. That's right. You're one of us now. Part of the brotherhood. And now it's time for another member to give you his load. You want another load, don't you?" "Yes please" I whimpered unable to help myself, "fuck me...." I took six loads that night, all of them poz. By then end my ass was sore and gaping and my boxers couldn't contain the cum leaking down my thighs. A few nights later my buddy who had introduced me to the locker room came by and explained to me what all the poz and neg talk meant. It turns out he had also been pozzed. I cried like a baby and he held me soothing me and explained that it wasn't that bad. How meds could control it - if I wanted, and how now I could get fucked by anyone anytime. And that now now I could pass the gift to others if I wanted to do so. He held me for over an hour and soon we were making out. Truly making out. And that night we made love to each other. Two converted poz gay boys. When it was over we began to make plans to share the gift. But that's a story for another time.

After I graduated from college at the end of my senior year I embarked on what is easily the most boring road trip of all time. I had to drive my little car, from Orlando where I went to school all the way up to Rockledge, Illinois where my parents lived. I was transporting my books, papers and clothing, having sold the rest of my stuff on craigslist. So now was in my compact car full of boxes heading northward. I had decided to do the drive in three days instead of two like I had done when I moved to college, and so I spent the first night in Atlanta in a shitty hotel on the ring road. What with packing and graduating and the parties and everything I was completely exhausted by the time I got to the hotel that night, and promptly passed out right after dinner. Now being 22, 5’11” and 150lbs with short brown hair, a tight smooth swimmers body I tended to attract a lot of attention from men, a fact that I took full advantage of. During my four years at college I had gotten used to getting fucked at least five nights a week if not every night, and to be honest usually by a different guy each night. By the time I reached my hotel on the second night in Effingham, Illinois it was four days sense I had last been fucked and I was climbing the walls. I was already on Grindr before I got in the lobby of the hotel, rolling my suit case behind me. I walked up to the counter and gave the guy my name without looking at him, it wasn’t until he asked to see my ID that I looked up from scrolling through trolls and looked at him. He was reasonably handsome although older then I normally go for, he looked to be about thirty-five, sandy blond hair, broad shoulder, and a powerfully built frame. He took my Driver’s license, typed in whatever information he needed from it, and then handed me a key card without saying much of anything. “Alright Mr. Martin, you’re all set. Room 115, just down this hall, last room on the left.” He pointed down the hallway just past the counter and smiled a broad toothy smile. I took the car and nodded, heading back down the hallway, my attention already back on Grindr. The room was larger then I expected, with a nice queen sized bed at one end with a tv on a rotating stand across from it. An archway separated the bed at the far end of the room from the little sitting area composed of a single couch and a coffee table with a lamp and the bathroom. I dropped my suitcase next to the bed got out my laptop and sat down on the little couch. While I waited for my computer to boot up and connect to the hotel Wi-Fi I scrolled to the top of Grindr and refreshed the page. A new profile appeared right next to mine, one of those headless torso pictures. I don’t normally pay much attention to headless torsos, I usually think “what are you trying to hide,” but I was getting desperate so I clicked. He didn’t have his distance shown but he had to be close. The enlargement of his picture was hot though, showing not just his well-built blond haired chest but his flat stomach and deep pelvic v that made my mouth water a little. He listed no stats, which is normally another red flag for me, but I was so horny and he was one of the few decent looking guys from what I could see in a twenty mile radios so I clicked the message icon. Hey what’s up? I opened adam4adam on my computer and changed my city view to Effingham hoping to have better luck there. A few moments later my phone buzzed. I pulled Grindr back up and found a message from the headless torso. Just working. How are you? Alright. Just got into town. Bored n horny. I responded. His reply came before I put my phone down. This town sucks for guys. I’m always horny as fuck. LOL. Any more pics? He responded with a picture of a long fat cock nestled in a thick bush of light brown pubes a thin sliver of well toned abs and a thick blondish treasure trail visible at the bottom of the picture. Damn that’s a hot fucking cock. How big are you? Again his response came before I could put my phone down. 8.5 and thick. What are you into kid? Bottom, the rest is up for grabs. Nice, send me a pic of your ass. I pulled one up quickly on Grindr’s photo log and sent it. Hot. Face pic? I asked. This time his response took longer. In fact it didn’t come at all. Fucking flake, I thought, and pulled up some porn on my computer. I checked Grindr every once in a while is I jerked off and fingered my hole but he didn’t reply back for over an hour. Just as I was thinking I should just finish off and go to bed my phone buzzed again. It was a message for the headless torso who was still the closet guy to me. So you wanna get fucked tonight kid? Yeah. But I need to see a face pic. I sent back. A few moments later there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock on my computer; it was ten o’clock at night, who the hell was knocking on the door. Shifting my boner so that it was tucked up into my waistband where it was mostly unnoticeable I walked over to the door. When I opened it I found the tall blond from the front desk standing there. He looked even bigger no that he wasn’t behind his desk, I noticed how broad his shoulders were and how massive his pecs appeared to be through the shirt. He looked like a beefy farm hand from a 1970’s porno. “You wanted a face pic?” I heard for the first time a slight country twang in his low voice. “What,” I stammered. “You said you needed to see a face pic before I got to pound that sweet ass of yours well here it is.” He was the headless torso, the front desk guy that I had barely glanced at when I came into the hotel. “Look I’m not really supposed to do stuff like this but I just got off my shift, so can I come in before the night shift guy sees me?” “Fuck, yeah, sure.” I said hurriedly. The massive hulk of a farm hand walked quickly into the room and I shut the door behind him. He smiled that broad toothy smile again and said, “Well I trust you like what you see.” “Yeah, you’re hot.” “Good, then why don’t you strip boy and show me that hot ass.” I pulled my t-shirt off, my heart pounding. I had had quick Grindr hookups before but never had I had a guy show up at my door without my having really invited him over and start to give me instructions. I hesitated for a moment before dropping my briefs and kicking them off. I now stood completely naked in front of the front desk clerk of the hotel I was staying in while he rubbed his boner through his trousers. “I’m Will,” he said and unbuttoned his shirt. His headless torso picture hadn’t been a lie, his body looked even better then in the picture. Now that I could see his perfectly round small brown nipples up close, and that thick blond hair, his bushy pits, the heavily veined and muscled arms I felt weak at the knees. “I’m Tyler,” I answered him, as he undid his belt and dropped his trousers a slightly yellowed jockstrap straining to contain his swelling cock. “Why don’t you get on your knees and suck my cock before we work it up your sweet ass.” He said rubbing his chest with one hand. I didn’t need to be told twice and quickly feel to my knees in front of him. I licked his cock head through his dirty jock tasting the salty taste of old sweat and piss on the fabric. This guy was a pig and I loved it. He brought the hand that wasn’t busy tweeking his own nipples down on the back of my head to hold me in place and moaned, “Go on and get my cock out boy.” I moved his jock aside and the fat mushroom headed cock he had sent me a picture of sprung out accompanied by two large cum laden balls. Not wasting another second I opened wide and swallowed his cock head. Will groaned pushing me down further, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. I gobbled as much of his cock as I could down into my mouth feeling it hit the back of my throat too soon. For a few minutes Will tried to force his cock further down my throat before pulling out and instructing me to lay on the bed with my head hanging off the edge. I had heard this command before and knew what was coming. I got up onto the bed and lay with my head off the end my mouth already open. “Good slut, you’re gonna get the pounding you need just wait.” He slid his cock into my open mouth and using the leverage and angle of my throat to his advantage began to throat fuck me, forcing his cock down my throat making me gag occasionally. Will pounded away as if my mouth were an ass, and I thought that if he fucked me half as hard as he was fucking my mouth I would be set for a week. Spit and precum dripped out of the corners of my mouth as he pounded my face, his balls slapping against my nose. I heard his breathing change and noticed that his balls were retracting slightly. Shit, I thought, he’s going to cum and not be able to fuck me. Just as I thought that his cock throbbed hard in my mouth and began to rocket cum down my throat. He pulled out till his head rested in my mouth shooting his load onto my tongue. It tasted sweet and salty just like his jock. Slowly he pulled out of my mouth and stepped back. I rolled over and looked at him a little sadly, he just smiled and said, “That wasn’t my only load kid, I haven’t even gone soft yet.” It was true his cock was still hard as a rock. “Lay on the bed normal will yah,” he instructed. I flipped around so my head was resting on the pillows laying on my back and he climbed onto the bed with me. Will moves so quickly I didn’t notice it happen, he suddenly was between my slightly parted legs his strong muscular hairy body over mine as he bent down to kiss me. He forced is tongue into my mouth and I quickly opened up for him. He pressed his chest against mine as we kissed, this was more tender and passionate then he had been. I didn’t really notice that he was slowly spreading his knees forcing my legs apart, in fact I didn’t notice what he was doing until he had managed to get my legs spread wide and his hands holding my hips as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack while he kissed me. I groaned into his mouth as he worked his cock closer and closer to my hole. Eventually I felt his warm wet cock head, slick with spit and more precum, press against my hole. He kept his mouth pressed to mine as he rubbed his cock more forcefully against my pucker. His kissing became rougher, more fanatic, and I was so distracted my his quick moving tongue that I completely forgot about his cock pressing against my hole until I suddenly felt his head press into my hole stretching my sphincter across it’s bulbous form. “Wait,” I gasped, feeling his cock sliding a little deeper into my hole, “I have condoms in my bag.” He pulled away from my a little so he could look me square in the face, still pressing his cock into my quivering hole, “I only fuck raw kid. You want this cock you take it as it is.” I hesitated, and he kept thrusting his fat cock into my hole, stretching me wide. I felt his cock head brush against my prostate and gasped, “Please fuck me,” I moaned. “Good boy,” he slid in the rest of the way, my dry hole pulling a little as he did. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, this stranger this man I had never met before was fucking me raw. Up until that moment I had only let my first boyfriend fuck me raw. I had forgotten how good a bare cock felt inside of me, but I hadn’t even asked his status. I was so conflicted between the values and rules I had set for myself, the risks I understood, and the insane amounts of pleaser that this man’s raw cock slowly pulling out of my hole was giving me. “Are you NEG,” I asked quietly. Will laughed, and said, “Doesn’t matter now, your hole’s full of my precum. I leak like a faucet you’ve seen that already.” It was true, when he had been throat fucking me I was astonished by the amount of precum he dripped in my mouth at times it had felt like almost a constant stream. “Do you want me to stop boy?” He flexed his cock inside of me as he spoke. When I hesitated he flexed his cock again pressing against my prostate and I gasped, “No, fuck me. Please, I need to get fucked so bad.” He smiled at me and started to slip in and out of my ass faster, his precum quickly lubing my hole for him. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the euphoria of having my hole used by this massive hulk of a man. Will pushed my legs into my chest giving himself more leverage to fuck down into my hole. I felt drops of sweat dripping onto me as his face and chest started to glisten. His breathing became erratic and I felt his thrust getting rougher he was going to cum in me, I could tell. After a few moments though his breathing returned to normal and he went pack to pounding me deep. “Man you hole feels so good on my raw cock,” he said, emphasizing the word raw as if reminding me of the choice I had made. I loved getting fucked, and I had had a lot of great tops but his cock did feel better inside of me. He was giving me more pleasure then I had had in a long time. My whole body seemed to be tingling, alive with electricity and my lust for Will and his cock grew. His breathing started to get ragged again as he long dicked me, pulling his cock completely out of my hole before slamming it back in to my now gaping sphincter. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he grunted on one of his body rocking inward thrusts. “Where do you want it,” he asked on the withdrawal. I thought for a moment, but I had already decided when I thought he was going to cum before that if I was getting raw fucked that I was at least going to get the reward. “In my hole, I want you to cum inside me.” “You sure?” “Yes, dump a load in me.” “I knew you were a slut bottom when I first saw you,” he said in one quick breath as he slammed into me again and unleashed his second load of the night into my twitching rectum. His cock throbbed as he came and we both held perfectly still. I realized that I was holding my breath after a moment, and just as he finished cuming we both exhaled slowly. We breathed together for a few long slow breaths before Will flexed his cock inside of me again and began to slowly fuck his cock into me again. “You can go again,” I said, surprised. He put his hands on my thighs pressing them into my chest, pinning me to the bed, “There’s plenty more POZ cum where that came from.” “POZ!” I almost shouted trying to push him off. “What are you trying to push me off for kid, you’ve already got two POZ loads in that sweet hole of yours and about a gallon of precum.” “Two,” I said with tears in my eyes. “Yeah I came in you once but just kept fucking.” So he had cum that first time. His cock brushed my prostate again as I struggled and I felt the euphoria wash over me. “I’m gonna cum at least three more times tonight,” he went on, “and they are all going in this hot little ass of yours one way or another.” He flexed his cock, “So we can either do this the easy way or,” another flex of his cock, “the hard way. What do you say kid, you wanna take these loads like the good slut I know you are or am I going to have to make you take them.” I was panting from his slow fucking and flexing his cock against my prostate, it took me no time to think of my answer. “Fuck your loads into me. I want everything you can give me.” After a few long moments he bent low and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my body. Then he reared back, and swinging his legs out, flipped us both over so that he was now laying flat on his back and I was sitting astride him with his still hard cock in my ass. “How about you milk the next one from my cock.” I rode his cock till he unloaded inside of me again, and then he flipped me over doggy style. After that it was a blur as he pounded my hole all around the hotel room, sometimes bending me over the little sofa or pressing me up against the door. Five loads later we passed out on the bed his cock still buried deep inside my now leaking, puffy, fuck battered hole. The next morning I awoke to the feeling of Will sliding his cock, which had slipped out during the few hours sleep that we got when it finally went down, back into my hole. I pressed my ass back against his cock, having completely given myself over to him and his toxic loads. He sank balls deep and holding onto my hips kept me still as he kissed the back of my neck. I suddenly felt a huge warmth inside of me and realized that Will was pissing inside of my ruined hole. I had heard about people doing this but always thought it way too extreme but now that I felt the flood of piss warming my guts is wondered how I ever could have thought so. “Good slut,” he said when he had finished peeing, “now go and let all that out in the bathroom and then ill give you one more load for the road.” He kissed the back of my neck again and spanked my ass cheek as he pulled out. I quickly clenched my hole not wanting any of the warm liquid to escape and shuffled off to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe how much piss was inside of me when I sat down on the toilet and let my ass relax. It was like a never-ending flood. When at last my hole was empty I got up to flush and was surprised when I looked in the yellow water that there was no cum mixed in. My body had absorbed all of that POZ cum while I slept. My heart pounded in fear but my cock was hard as a rock. Knowing that there was only one thing to do I went back to the bed where Will was laying on his back stroking his fat cock and mounted his dick in one swift move. Will actually gave me three more loads that morning and I arrived at my parents house after four more hours of driving with my hole still feeling wet and slick. That night despite my parent’s objections I told them I was going into Chicago to see friends. When I got off the train in Boys Town for the first time in my life I walked I crossed the street and walked right into Steamworks. I paid for a locker, got my towel and spent the rest of the night taking any cock that came my way. I’ve already taken almost a dozen POZ loads, I told myself, so what does it matter what loads I take now. THE END

So you find myself on the road again, away from home, the wife, the kids. You love them dearly and have an incredible sex life. But as usual when you are on the road you start having the fantasies about being with a man. Not the all out body rubbing, kissing, making out, stroking, sucking, and eventually fucking. No you want the straight up top man taking control and using you for his pleasure. You want an anonymous man to fuck you. So after you first day of work is finished you grab a bite to eat and then head to the hotel. You get showered up and settle on the bed, call the wife and kids to check in and see how things are going. Once that is done, you fire up the laptop and start cruising the CL ads in that area. You see the usual thing of older guys looking for younger guys. jocks looking for jocks. The only thing that really changes is the pictures of cocks and holes. You see a couple of ads for guys wanting an anon scene and this gets you excited, this is what you are wanting also. You have seen these ads posted before, but they always turn you on. A guy offering himself up for any stranger to come and use him for their pleasure. You can picture the scene in your head. Guy on the bed with his ass up and hole exposed. blind folded so he can't see who is using him. You start asking yourself why don't you post an ad for that? you know you want that exact thing. But as usual the big head chimes in and says no! Its too risky. but the little head is more persistent than usual. You find yourself in the accounts area of the CL ads, clicking on the Casual Hookups/M4M section. Then you are typing in the subject of "Bottom Looking for Top". Describing the same scene you have read about in many of the other ads you have looked at. Anon top wanted for dark room fuck. Ass up on bed ready for you to pound me. Cum n Go. and so on. Finishing with you can host in hotel room. Your finger is hovering over the mouse button on your laptop pausing before clicking on Publish. Your heart is racing and you click it. Its done. You have posted an ad for your fantasy to happen.

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.

1. Clint Of course, I woke up early. Far too early; when I looked at my phone, it said 4:30 in the morning. I had tried to stay up as late as I could the night before, but finally crashed around nine. I hated jet lag. Being in a new and unfamiliar setting didn't help it at all. I turned on the light by my bed, and looked around my dorm room. It was very spartan; I hadn't been able to bring much more than the essentials on the long flight here. And, of course, in my case, the essentials had to include an entire bag of photography equipment. That was my carry-on. I had enough experience with jet lag to know that I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after waking up like this. I had expected that. Last night I had looked at the campus gym's schedule. It would be open in thirty minutes, so I put on a pair of shorts and t-shirt. I also packed some regular clothes and some shampoo. Even early, the California morning was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket on the short walk to the gym. I got there right as it opened. I was the first person on the treadmill, but as I did my sprints, more people started to filter in. They all looked like faculty and staff, doing their work out before they started their workday. It was far too early for students to be here. Right around six, I finished my workout right, and went back to the locker room. It was still deserted. I stripped off my clothes, and found the steam room. I wanted to relax after the hard run. I sat down on the top bench and then let my eyes adjust to the dim light and thick steam. It took me several seconds to realize that there was another person in the steam room. He was sitting in the far corner on the lower bench. "Morning," he said. What little I could see through the dense steam was that he was a big man with a deep voice. "Morning," I replied. "Good workout?" "Yeah, man. Like to get here before it's too busy. Of course, all the students will get here today and tomorrow. Then it'll be packed" "Yeah, I got here yesterday afternoon." "You're a student?" he asked. "Yeah, freshman." "Damn. Don't usually see you guys here this early. Specially the freshmen." I inched a bit closer, trying to get a better view of the mystery man. Then, I realized that he was black. Although big, he looked like he was solid muscle. "I live in the Middle East," I said. "Still dealing with jet lag." "Must have been a long trip," he said. "24 hours, in total." "Fuck man, that's not long, that's endless. I'm Eli," he said. He stood up to shake my hand. He was naked. He had taken off his towel and had been sitting on it. "Clint," I said. I got off the bench and took his hand. I barely came up to his head, and seemingly no part of him was small: his hand engulfed mine. The rough skin of his palm spoke of a life of real work, not typing at a desk. Closer to him, I could see the dreadlocks hanging down his back, and how very muscular his body was. He spent plenty of time taking care of his body. My eyes drifted downward, across his broad chest and his washboard abs. There was a bit of hair on his abs, some of it grey. He was older than I had first thought. The trail of hair pulled my gaze down further, where I was almost afraid to look. I nearly gasped when I saw the size of his cock. I knew that black men were supposed to be well endowed, but he had the biggest dick I had ever seen, in real life or even in my forays with online porn. Fat, long, and thick, it hung like a sleeping python between his legs. He noticed me staring. "Like what you see?" he asked. I swallowed, and then realized I was no longer in Kuwait. I was in California. What I had fought to suppress for so many years suddenly no longer mattered. "It's impressive," I said, not knowing what else to say. He still had my hand in his, and he guided it down to his cock. My stomach did a flip: it was equal measures of excitement and fear. "Go ahead," he said. I let go of his hand, and wrapped my hand around his cock. I had touched another man's cock only a few times before, childish explorations over brief trips back to the US. I knew enough never to let on what had happened when I got back to the Middle East. But now, in college, in the US, everything was different. His thick shaft more than filled my hand and it was heavy, warm, and alive. As I ran my hand along it, his cock twitched, getting harder. My own dick was rapidly hardening as well, already straining against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. I returned to the head of his dick; it was now swollen and hard. "First time?" Eli asked. "Uh, yeah. Sort of," I said. "Don't worry, it's alright. You have to start somewhere." He put his arm around me, drawing me closer to him. His arm was muscular and heavy on my shoulder, and even in the heat of the steam room, I could feel the warmth of his body. "Of course, mine's not an easy one to start with. But I'm sure you'll do fine." With his other arm, Eli reached down and undid the knot on my towel. It dropped to the floor, leaving me naked and painfully erect. "Don't worry. No one will disturb us here," he continued. "Or, if they do, we'll be giving them quite the show, huh?" He tossed his head, getting a stray dread back over his shoulder. He had a closely trimmed goatee, black hair, also with a few strands of grey. It was hard for me to tell how old he was; when I first saw him, I thought he might be in his twenties, but now I realized he was at least in his late thirties, maybe even older. The age only enhanced his masculinity. He had experienced the world, and of course knew what he liked and what he wanted. He pulled me ever closer to him, and grabbed my cock. "You've got a nice one yourself," he said. Eli was being generous. In comparison to his penis, mine barely even registered. It was a little over seven inches, and right now, it was harder than it had ever been before. Any more stimulation, and I was going to shoot a pent-up load of sperm, all over his body. "Thanks," I managed to moan. He leaned in, and gave me a peck on the lips. I hadn't expected this; it seemed totally out of character for a stud like him to kiss another man. I was shaking in a combination of fear and excitement. "Relax," Eli said. "It's going to be ok." I wanted a closer look at his cock. Trembling, I knelt down, getting my head right on level with his dick. It was a monster, almost as fat as a soda can. It seemed like it was a foot long, although I knew it was probably only eight or nine inches. To think that men had taken it in their mouths, or even up their asses seemed impossible to me. But, at the same time, I wanted to do exactly that, to know what it felt like inside me, to have some connection with this stud. I ran my hand down his sculpted abs, feeling his trimmed hair and pubes. His black pubic hair was flecked with grey. Suppressing all fear, I leaned in and kissed him right at the base of his cock, my tongue flicking as much as I dared against his skin. He tasted exactly like I dreamed a man would taste, a mix of sweat, condensation from the steam room, and an indescribable other. I had never tasted it before, but even after just the first taste, I immediately wanted more of it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be able to get enough of it. When he put his hand on the back of my head, I was momentarily terrified that I had gone too far. But rather than shoving me away, he held me in place. "You like that?" he asked. I could only nod. "It feels good," he continued. "Like the taste of my pre-cum?" That was what I had tasted. It was another man's fluid. And I had loved it. I nodded again. "There's plenty more where it came from," he said, as he pushed my head back, the rest of his massive cock coming into view. At the tip, right along his piss-slit, there was another milky bead forming. I abandoned any shame or fear, and leaned in to lick it up eagerly. "Fuck yeah boy. That's what I need this morning." The pre-cum had tasted good when I licked it off of Eli's skin. Now, it tasted amazing when I drank it right from the tap. I opened up wider, taking more of his cockhead into my mouth. I had never done this before, sucking on another man's cock, much less a stranger's cock in an anonymous locker room. But it felt like the most natural thing in the world. It was what I was always meant to do. I looked up at him; he was staring down at me, watching me. "Don't stop boy. It feels fucking awesome," he said, smiling. "Just watch your teeth, and you'll do fine." I didn't want to stop. My own cock was throbbing, and I fought the urge to reach down and stroke it. If I did touch it, I would shoot in seconds, and I needed Eli to cum first. I needed to see another man, a real man, cum thanks to my efforts. I stretched my mouth wide, and was able to fit his cockhead and a tiny bit of his shaft in my mouth. "You're doing well," he said. His hand was still resting on my head. He had one finger gently stroking my ear as he guided me up and down on his cock. Eli's voice was deep and masculine, but there was no edge, no anger or roughness to his tone. We were both getting something we wanted: Eli, his massive black cock was getting serviced; me, I was getting trained in sucking dick. "Don't worry," he continued. "It's big and you're a beginner. You don't have to take it all the first time." Then, he stopped talking; the only sounds was the occasional hiss of the steam and the wet smacking of my lips as his cock went in and out of my mouth. He continued to drip pre-cum, and I continued to lick it up. I could have done this all morning, even all day. But, after a few minutes, his breathing got faster and deeper. "I'm gonna cum soon, boy. You want it?" I had known abstractly that sooner or later he was going to cum, but I hadn't thought about the details of his orgasm. Especially the crucial details like where he would shoot his load. I was about to ask him to pull out, but it seemed wrong to waste his seed like that. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to go all in on my first time. I nodded in agreement, trying my best to say, "yes," even with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Nice. It's going to be a big load," he said. He picked up his pace a bit, thrusting in and out faster than before. He kept his hand on the back of my head, making sure that he always went in just deep enough, but never too deep. "Oh fuck," he moaned, as his cock suddenly got very hard in my mouth. There was another thrust and then a spurt of hot fluid right into my throat. He had just cum, and I had just swallowed his load. He pulled out so his cockhead was just in my mouth, and the next spurt landed right on my tongue. It was bitter and salty but also sweet. As he had said, there was a lot of it. The third spurt had filled my mouth; some of it even dribbled out the sides of my mouth before I had a chance to swallow. "Oh yeah, drink it up," he moaned, as I got a fourth spurt filling my mouth again. Again, I swallowed his mouthful of cum and then ran my tongue over his cockhead. I got a good taste of his fresh semen. My stimulation prompted a fifth spurt; this was slower, and his cum was thinner and had less flavor. But I still licked all of it up eagerly, and continued to suckle on his cock. "Oh fuck," he almost yelped, pushing me off his cock. "Super fucking sensitive after I cum," he said by way of explanation. I shuffled back, giving him and his still massive tool a bit of room. "Thanks, Clint," he said, leaning over and giving me a quick kiss on the head. "Gotta get to work now," he said and walked out of the steam room. It had all happened so fast: I had just met him, then sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and now he was gone. I wondered if this was what gay life was really like: fleeting encounters with just first names, if even that much. It may have been unfulfilling to my heart, but my cock knew what it liked. I let myself stroke my throbbing cock. As I did, my tongue searched out the last few drops of Eli's cum and I savored the last few drops. It only took a few quick jerks, and my own shaft was soon spurting cum. It was a massive load, squirt after squirt draining from my balls, through my hard shaft and landing right onto the tile floor. When I had finally drained my balls, I stayed on my knees long enough to catch my breath. Even in the dim light of the steam room, I could see the large puddles of sperm on the floor. It felt like I had just shot the largest load of my life. In a moment of wild abandon, I stood up. I walked out of the steam room and left my load behind. I wondered who would discover it, and whom he would speculate had shot it. I rinsed off quickly before getting dressed. The locker room was still quiet and only one or two people were wandering around. There was no trace of Eli. I wondered how he had disappeared so quickly. I checked my phone for the time. It was only 6:45. My roommate, Greg, said he would be arriving in the morning, but I didn't expect him for at least several more hours. Walking back towards the dorm, people around campus were preparing for move-in day. Barricades and signs were scattered around the streets, and the first of the volunteers were getting to their assigned posts. The dorm was empty when I got back. Only a single person was at the check-in desk. I went up to my room, and began to unpack my things. I had brought only two suitcases with me; besides the carry-on with my cameras and a laptop, the rest were clothes and a few pictures to hang up. I would have to go shopping soon; on the long flights, I had already started to make a list of the things I needed or had forgotten. It was barely 8:30am when I was done with the first round of unpacking. Again, I left the sparse room, this time to seek out some breakfast. The cafeteria was also empty; I ate slowly, catching up on Facebook. My friends from school had scattered around the globe for college, many of them were moving in and getting adjusted, like me. After breakfast, I wandered around campus, getting my bearings, and watching the first of my fellow freshmen to arrive. Finally, an hour later, I got a text from Greg. "We're on our way. You settled in yet?" I texted him back, then headed back to the dorm. I wanted to be there when he arrived. At the dorm, there was already a line of cars in the driveway, each one packed full of stuff. I wondered if I had packed too lightly for the year, but remembered that there was always the Internet if I really needed to buy something. I read a bit while waiting for Greg to arrive. We had talked a bit online, and I knew he had been driving cross-country with his uncle. Also he had a car here at college; I hoped we got along because, aside from the whole roommate thing, the vehicle would be helpful. I also hoped that he was going to be cool about me. I hadn't hinted about being gay. In fact, I hadn't told anyone else; my world back in Kuwait was far too small for me to risk it. It seemed like I had been waiting all my life for the freedom of college. And now it was here. Lost in my thoughts, I just barely heard the key in the door. I put down the iPad, and got up just in time for the door to open. I immediately recognized Greg from the pictures. He had been hot in the pictures; in person, he was even better: thick dark hair, clean-shaven face, a trim, and fit body. I tried to act casual. "I'm Clint," I said, extending my hand. "Greg," he said. "Nice to finally meet in person. How was the trip here?" "Definitely good," I said. "The trip was long. Very long. Still jet-lagged. I woke up at four this morning." "Damn. That's not good. My Uncle Nate is dealing with parking," he said. "Want to come down and meet him?" He was smiling, his dark brown eyes examining every inch of my body. "Sure," I said. Even though we had exchanged barely fifty words, there was an immediate familiarity between us. "Looking forward to the year?" I asked. "Hell yeah," he said. "College!" "Right on," I said. He lead the way out the door, and I double-checked once more that I had my keys on me. "What about you? How was your trip here? Took almost a week, didn't it?" "Fucking amazing. But need a few beers before I can tell you all the stories from road." We took the elevator down. The entry way was now stuffed full with parents, volunteers, and the other students, all trying to check in, get their bags to the room, and meet everyone else. Greg immediately headed towards a hot middle-aged daddy type, thinning hair, with a defined, carefully trimmed beard. He was standing in a corner, smiling. He was clearly enjoying the parade of people and the bustle around him. "Clint, this is my Uncle, Nathan Telemann." "Nice to meet you, Mr. Telemann," I said. We shook hands. I could barely keep from just wordlessly staring at his beautiful green eyes. Standing next to him, I could also see that he had a great body; he was wearing a white t-shirt just tight enough to show off his pecs and with a v-neck just deep enough to expose his thick chest hair. He clearly took care of his body; his clothes showed it off, without being too flashy. I wondered if he was gay, but then I noticed a heavy silver band on his ring finger. I was momentarily flushed with embarrassment, to have those thoughts about my roommate's uncle. "Please, just call me Nathan. Or Nate," he said. "You get here alright? Greg said you had some long flights." "Yeah, got in late last night. And woke up far too early today." "Jet lag is a pain, definitely." He turned towards Greg. "The SUV is right out front." Then back to me. "I can buy you lunch if you help us drag all of Greg's stuff up to the room." "You don't have to get lunch, really. I have nothing better to do right now." "Wait until you see how much stuff he has before you turn down lunch," Nathan said to me. I followed the two of them out to the front driveway. Going down the stairs, I took the opportunity to carefully check out Nate's ass. He was wearing a well-fitted pair of shorts, and his ass was tight and muscular. Next to him, Greg was also in shorts, a hair taller than his uncle with an even nicer ass. At 6'0", I was taller than both of them, but around Nate, I felt like the short, awkward fat boy again. I wanted both of them to like me. I wasn't sure about first impressions I had made. They headed to a black Range Rover. I could see that the back was full of boxes. Nathan turned back to me, and I was pretty sure he had noticed me checking out his ass. "Yeah, as I said, Greg has not yet mastered light packing," he said. He was smiling, so if he had seen me staring, he didn't appear mind it. Greg opened one of the side doors, and grabbed a single box. It was obvious that it was heavy. "Why don't Clint and I carry stuff up, and you can try to organize all your stuff." Nathan said. "Good idea," Greg said. "I'll take this up to start?" "Sure, it's at least a start" he said, with a laugh. "Want to take these up?" Nathan asked me, handing me a two boxes. They were lighter than I had expected. I guessed clothes. Greg had already disappeared back into the building. "Yeah. You can follow me. I can show you where the room is." "I'd like that," he said. It almost sounded like he wanted to check me out as well. But it was all mixed signals: he looked like he was gay, I wanted him to be gay, yet he had the wedding ring on. "You live near here?" I asked, as he locked up the Range Rover and hefted two more boxes into his hands. "Yeah, about twenty minutes away. In good traffic. My husband and I have a house near the beach." He had effortlessly gotten all of the uncertainty out of the way. He had explained his wedding ring and answered many of my unaskable questions, all at the same time. "This way," I said. "We're on the fourth floor." He followed me, and we squeezed into the smaller of the elevators. He was shorter and more compact than me, but he was so confident and so masculine that he effortlessly dominated the tiny space. "Looking forward to college?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm really excited. "How do you like Greg so far? Don't worry, you can be honest." "He seems like a good guy. I hope we'll get along well." "He's my nephew, so I'm biased. But yeah, I think the two of you will get along very well, once you get to know each other." The elevator stopped, and we got off. He followed me down the hall, where we dropped off the boxes for Greg to start unpacking. "Back down for more?" he asked me. "Yep," I said. There were several more trips to the Rover and back. As we went to and fro, Nathan and I talked about our respective trips to Southern California. After dropping off the boxes on our third run, we headed back to the elevator; this time it stopped on the third floor and a family entered, mother, father, and two college age girls. Nathan and I were quiet, while the women talked loudly about their decorating plans. It was clear the girl with the loud laugh was the new student. She eyed me a bit, checking out my chest looking at my ass in the elevator's mirrored walls. She obviously wanted to flirt more. But I was already in a very different world; Nathan had started to sweat from carrying the boxes and his masculine scent was intoxicating. I was struggling not to lean in to him just to inhale deeply. Only the other people kept me from doing it. "Greg said your family is all in Kuwait?" he asked me, once the loud family had gotten off, and we were back in a circle of calmness. "Yeah. My mom is American. Dad is German. I have an aunt in Boston, but we're not a very close family. I haven't even seen her in a few years. As I said, our family doesn't talk much." "So, really on your own out here?" "Yeah," I said. We had reached the SUV, and he put more boxes in my arms. He took a few more. "Wow. That was a lot faster than I expected. It looks like maybe only one more load. Couldn't have done it this quickly without you." "Happy to do it." We got back on the small elevator, this time we were alone. "You know what you want to major in?" he asked me. "Sorry. You're probably sick of answering that by now," he added. "It's alright. I want to be a photographer," I said. The smell of Nathan permeated the small space. It was hard for me to think clearly; I wondered how his goatee would feel against my beard. I tried not to wonder what his cock would taste like. "Really?" he asked. "I'm a photographer as well. We'll have to talk more sometime." The elevator opened. We dropped the boxes off at the room, and then we went back to the SUV. As Nathan predicted, it was the last load. By the time we got back to the room, Greg had put some boxes in the main room, and others in the free bedroom. "It's a little after eleven," Nathan said. "Want to do a quick shopping run, before it gets too crowded?" he asked. He turned to me, "Clint, you want to come with us? Found anything you've forgotten yet?" "Yeah, I'd love to. And I already have a list," I said. I went into my bedroom, and found the scrap of paper I had scribbled my shopping list on. I found my phone and wallet, and the three of us headed out. Nathan took us to a shopping center not far away. "Why don't you guys get what you need? I'll meet you here in twenty minutes?" He indicated where the shopping carts had been lined up. "Sounds good, Uncle," Greg said. Nathan headed back out the front doors. "Where's he going?" I asked. "He said he needed to make a quick client call. Probably just doing that." "He seems like a cool guy," I said. "Must have been fun to hang out with him the past week." "Yeah, I like him a lot. And his husband, Jason, is really nice as well. You'll have to meet him one day. And the trip was an amazing experience." I suddenly noticed that both Greg and Nathan had been curiously short on any of details about their week together. We each unfolded our list; surprisingly, mine was still much shorter than his. So far, I only needed a desk lamp, some paper and pencils, and a fan. Greg ended up loading his cart with food, supplies, and other things I hadn't even thought to need yet. We continued to talk, learning about each other. He had been a swimmer in high school, but wasn't sure about continuing in college. I told him about playing soccer; my first practice was going to be on Sunday. By the time Greg had announced he was done, his cart was nearly overflowing. "Nate is right; I'm not a light packer or quick shopper," he said. I had barely filled my cart. "We can share some of this, then the next trip we'll square it up." We went back to the front, where Nathan was waiting for us. "God, Greg, leave something for the other shoppers," he said, examining Greg's haul. We checked out then went back to the SUV. In the back, there were a few brown paper bags. "What's that?" Greg asked. "Some beer for the two of you. Be responsible, and I'll do your buying." "Sweet!" Greg exclaimed. "Wow," I said. "Thanks so much, Nathan." I hadn't expected such generosity or coolness from him. I was starting to envy Greg's luck in having such a hip uncle, or even family nearby. I suddenly realized how far I was from my family: parents and younger brother. If I had needed to call them at any point during the day, I'd be waking them up. With them thousands of miles, and many hours ahead of me, I was more alone than I had ever been before. We loaded up the bags of stuff, and then Greg jumped into the front of the SUV. Nathan lagged behind him. "You ok?" he asked me quietly. "You got suddenly quiet there." "Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I hardly knew the man; it was far too early to reveal a weakness, even one as simple and as expected as homesickness. "Good. Ready for lunch?" he asked me. "Sure," I answered. I climbed into the back seat, behind Greg. "There's a good sushi place near by," Nathan said. "Want to go there?" "Good for me," Greg said, and I nodded in agreement. It was only a five-minute drive away; on the way and while waiting for a seat, Greg and I talked about college, what classes we wanted to take and the activities we wanted to try. "Back in a second," Greg said right after we were seated. He headed to the bathroom. Nathan and I were alone again. "You're gay?" I asked. "You have a husband?" It was a little awkward coming out, but of all the things running through my mind, this was the one I most needed to talk about. I was still trying to understand what had happened this morning, and now, Nathan was bringing up all sorts of other emotions. "Yeah. We slipped in right in time, while we still could. You ok with that?" He still had a friendly tone, but it was clear I really didn't have the option to say no. "Oh yeah," I said. I stumbled a bit. "Me too," I said. "I mean, I'm gay as well." "I was wondering about that," he said, smiling. "Don't worry. Greg isn't going to have a problem with it. And do it at your own pace. I'm not going to tell him." He pulled out his wallet and found a slim card. He handed it to me, and then continued to talk. "Here's my info. Give me a call or text. You've got a lot big changes going on, and your family is far away." He had been staring me right in the eyes. I was unable to look away from his mesmerizing green eyes, but suddenly he looked up over my shoulder. "And especially call me if Greg's giving you trouble. I'll whip him into shape." I looked behind me. Greg was right there. "Yeah, right," Greg said, laughing. "I think Clint can take the two of us." He punched me lightly on the arm. His hands were warm, and even punching me, there was surprising gentleness to his touch. "What do you boys want to eat?" Nathan asked us. "I'm not sure. There is a lot back home, but it's all fish from the gulf." "I'll just order an assortment, and we can all share," Nathan said. The waitress came up. She obviously recognized Nathan. The two of them started a spirited discussion about was good that day. Finally, they managed to come up with what seemed like a very long list. Once the tea was served, Nathan held up his cup in a toast. "To your college adventures," he said. "Definitely," Greg said. "I'm sure Clint and I are going to have a lot of adventures together." I was still discretely staring at Nathan, trying to understand how he worked: between his body, his eyes, his smile, I couldn't quite comprehend it all. In my distraction, I almost missed Greg automatically including me; it was a kind and unexpected gesture this early in our acquaintance. "Agreed," I said, right as the first platter arrived. "So, Greg," Nathan said. "You know that you're not going to escape the camera yet? Clint wants to be a photography major." "Yeah, he told me. I think I'm totally used to it by now, especially after the trip here." Nathan gave him a wry smile, and we ate, continuing to talk about our plans for the year. Nathan had been more than generous with the food; by the time the last roll arrived I was stuffed. "Thanks, that was great," I said. "My pleasure," he said, as he tried to hide the details of the bill from us. He wasn't quite fast enough; and I was surprised by how much it was. Nathan had gone way above the call of hospitality in paying for the meal. "Back to the dorm so you guys can unload. Maybe even get unpacked a bit, Greg?" We got back into the SUV, once more with Greg and Nathan in the front, and I in back. As they talked a bit about plans, I pulled out Nathan's card. It was a narrow card, not a style I had ever seen before. One side was a picture, and the other side were his contact details. The picture was of Nathan, shirtless, smiling. His chest was muscular and furry, and the picture was cropped just slightly below his waist. I studied it carefully, but couldn't tell if he was naked or not. In addition to trying to figure out if he had anything at all on, I was also trying to figure out how old he was. But he was in those timeless decades of a man's life: for all I knew, he could have been a mature 30, or a young sixty. I sent him a quick message. "Clint. Just getting your number in my phone." Back at the dorm, we all pitched in to carry the all the bags up to the room. Once everything was in the room and the door was closed, we put some of the beer in the small dorm fridge to chill. Again, Nathan admonished us to be responsible drinkers; he might have been a very cool dad, but he was still very much a dad. I surveyed the room; there were boxes and shopping bags strewn around, all waiting to be unpacked and put away. "Looks like you boys have your afternoon plans already," Nathan said. He checked his phone, and then continued. "Jason will be here in a few to get me." "I'll go down with you," Greg said. He turned to me, "You want to join us? You can meet Jason, even if it just for a second." "Sure," I said. Already, I was a bit jealous of Jason. He got to go home with Nathan and he was going to spend the night with him. I realized it was irrational, but it was hard to deny the emotions. We locked the room, and headed back down to the street. We hung out by the corner, waiting for Jason to arrive. It wasn't long before a blue Element pulled up. Jason stepped out from the driver's seat. He looked extremely familiar, but with sunglasses on, I couldn't place him; he was just about Nathan's height, but had a bigger frame, more muscular, and with military-style high-and-tight haircut. Jason took off his mirrored sunglasses, and I suddenly knew who he was. He was a model and I had seen him in some photo sets online. There was one in particular, him undressing and jerking off in by a backyard pool, which I had stroked to innumerable times. "Clint, this is my husband, Jason," Nathan said, introducing us. "Jason, Clint." I held out my hand. Jason grabbed it, but pulled me into a hug instead. I wondered how much Nathan had already texted him about me. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Keep Greg out of trouble, please?" "Of course," I said. I was trying not to pop a boner. I had just met one of my all-time wank fantasy men. Even worse, he was the husband of my new roommate's uncle; I was going to see him many more times over the course of the year. "Great to meet you," I stammered. Luckily it seemed like none of them noticed my embarrassment. Nathan reached into the car, and pulled out a small black CD case. "These are for you," he said to Greg. "Some pictures from the trip and other things." Greg took the case. "I'll take a look tonight." "Well, unfortunately, we should go," Jason said. "Traffic is only going to get worse." "Thanks again, for everything," I said, giving Nathan a quick hug good-bye. "Of course," he said. Whispering into my ear, he continued, "Let me know if you need anything. Or just want to talk." He hugged Greg good-bye as well, and then Greg hugged Jason. Nathan got in, and the two men drove off together. Now, It was just Greg and myself.

Getting My Poz Freak On What the hell did I get my 30 year old ass into this time? Here I was strapped in a sling in leather restraints in my black boots and jockstrap, horny as hell for pig play. A handsome, leather, bearded, muscled daddy-type was preparing a rig to slam into my arm. I woke this morning with a morning wood, horny and looking to cruise. I logged onto my favorite gay site and browsed the profiles. One headline caught my eye. It read, “Dominant Leather BB Pig!” His stats read: “Age: 45” “Height: 6’2” “Weight: 155 – 160 Lbs.” “Position: Versatile/Top” “Build: Muscular” “Body Hair: Hairy” “Cock: Large/Uncut” “HIV Status: Unanswered” “Drink: Socially” “Drugs: Yes” “Smoke: Yes” His description read, “Masculine man here, intense, and likes to go with the flow. Looking to smoke, slam, and perv out with like-minded pigs. Let’s get twisted and breed.” My cock sprung to attention. I unlocked my private pics and sent him a message that read, “Hi, hot profile. Pig boy here looking to expand my limits and do some serious piggin.” He replied, “Hot pics, boy! DOM, BB, pig, daddy here. Love to get you in my sling, get twisted and breed that hole. You like cum and piss? Want to parTy?” I replied, “Yes, I want your cum and piss. Let’s parTy.” “I only BB. You cool with that, boy?” “Yes!!” “Come on over, boy. The sling is up and ready.” He sent me his address and we set up a time to meet. I jumped in the shower and prepared for an afternoon of pig play, then slipped into my dirty jock stinking of piss, got into my boots and headed to his house. I knocked on his door. When he opened the door there stood one rugged looking, hot man in a leather jock and boots. The twists of his curly beard hairs ended around his nipples. He was muscular, with a hairy chest, and treasure trail that disappeared into his jock. I looked into those dark brown eyes and must have sprouted an instant boner. This guy was so fucking hot!! “Damn boy, get that sweet ass in here, and get those clothes off. Let’s get to piggin’.” I stripped down to my jock and boots, and he led me to his play room. He had leather gear hanging from the walls, a bench full of dildos and toys, and pics of hot naked men on the walls. There was a sling hanging in the middle of the room, and the moans of sex could be heard from the porn playing on a big screen tv. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode right out of my chest. What an erotic play space too. He pulled me to him and slipped his tongue down my throat as he kissed me with the most erotic, passionate kiss I ever had. I was putty in his arms. “Woof….you’re going to be fun!!” He grabbed my ass with a firm grip, and turned and walked to his wall of gear. He returned with a collar in hand, and strapped it tightly around my neck; then locked it in place with a pad lock. “That’s better, boy, now let’s get your ass in the sling and play.” I flipped myself into the sling, and he put my feet into the leather stirrups, then went back to his wall of gear and returned with leather wrist restraints. My cock was rock hard. With each throb my rod stood at attention and again dropped to my belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked the full length of my shaft, working precum to the end of my piss hole. With one finger he wiped up the precum from the head of my cock and made me lick it up. He then strapped the restraints around my wrists and secured them to the sling chains. “Now we’re ready to get started, boy. Trust me you’re going to love this as much as me.” He turned back to me again and pulled out a syringe. “You like to slam, boy, when you parTy?” I told him I smoked T in the past, but never slammed before. “It’s amazing, boy. You’ll crave to be an even bigger pig after slamming.” Smoking T made me a big pig, but I was totally excited after hearing how much more intense a slam would be. My cock throbbed hard at the thought of the pig play ahead, and my first slam. I was almost shaking I was so excited. He finished preparing the rig and turned and placed it on the table next to the sling along with a tourniquet. He then grabbed a catheter and lube and placed them on the table next to the rig. “From the looks of your cock all boned up, I think you’re ready for the ride, huh, boy?” “F….U….C….K, Yes!!” “I’m going to breed you good, boy. You ready to take my cum too?” “Yes, I want your cum and piss. Please!!” He chuckled and grinned, “Are you sure, boy?” “Yes, give it to me!!” “Are you poz or neg, boy?” “Neg, why?” He put the tourniquet on my arm, then grinned again, “Welcome to the club, boy. I’m going to poz your ass tonight.” My eyes widened and jaw dropped as I gasped, “You’re poz?!!!!!” He just grinned again, grabbed his already hard cock, and nodded yes. I struggled to get free from the restraints, “No!! Untie me!! Let me out of here!!” “You’re saying no, boy, but your cock is saying yes!!” I looked down and my cock was raging hard and pulsing. He turned his back to me, “Let’s just seal the deal, huh boy??!!” “Just untie me, please.” He grabbed a belt from his table and tightened it around his arm. When he turned back to me he had an empty syringe in his hand. He looked into my eyes. “You’re going to love this, boy!!” My cock again throbbed, saying yes, but my head was telling me no. He extended his veiny arm for me to see, then pulled the cap from the needle with his teeth, and lined the needle up with his vein. I watched him slowly poke the needle into his arm, into his vein, and he drew back half a syringe of blood. I again struggled to get free, as he wiped my now protruding arm vein with an alcohol swab. It was an easy find. He grasped my arm firmly to hold me still. All I could do was watch in terror and excitement. My heart was beating fast. He lined up the needle to my vein, and with a slow jab I felt the needle poke into my arm. He drew back on the plunger, mixing our blood together in the syringe. “Here is comes, boy!! And I’m not on meds, so I’m highly toxic. This is your conversion!!” His cock was rock hard. Precum oozed from the head of his shaft and dripped from his PA ring. (More toxic juice). I watched as he slowly injected his poisonous blood into my arm vein. “There’s no turning back. You’re mine!!” My cock again throbbed, and I stopped struggling. It was too late, but at the same time, it was so erotic. His toxic blood was now shooting through my body, and I found it turning me on, not off. “Fuck……yes!!!” “I knew you wanted it, boy. I want to give you all of me.” I let go of all the desires that burned in me for so long, “Yes….breed me. Poz me.” He again wiped my arm with an alcohol swab then pulled the cap from the rig with the T. He lined the needle up to another vein in my arm and grasped my arm. “I wanted you fully sober for my blood, and your cock tells me you are as excited about it as I am. Now let’s go for a ride.” He again slowly poked the needle into my arm, and drew back on the plunger. My blood flashed back into the syringe. “I’m in, boy.” I watched as he slowly emptied the syringe into my vein. He popped the tourniquet from my arm, and pulled the needle out. Blood trickled from my arm, and he wiped it with his finger then licked it up as my body felt the rush. My neck felt hot!! My heart raced!! Tingly sensations filled my body, and my cock again throbbed with excitement. My hole begged for attention. I wanted all his piss and cum. “FUCK!! It feels amazing!! What a rush!!” I felt an erotic sensation throughout my body. I wanted to be a total pig with this man. I wanted all his toxic cum in me. “Fuck me. Fill me with your poz cum.” “Easy boy, you’ll get all of my DNA and more. We’re going have a great time!!” He again tightened the belt on his arm, cleaned off his forearm with alcohol and picked up another rig of T. “You watching, boy?” He walked to the side of the sling so his extended, veiny arm was in clear sight. I watched intensely as he again popped the cap from the syringe with his teeth and aligned the needle to a protruding vein in his arm. With a slow advance he slid the needle into his vein and drew back on the syringe. His toxic blood shot into the syringe, and he slowly injected the blood and T mixture into his arm. He removed the empty syringe from his arm, and blood trickled down his arm from the injection site. He dropped the belt to the floor and put his arm to my mouth for me to lick up his blood. It was all so hot!!! He closed his eyes and grinned, “Fuck, yes!!! I’m going to enjoy pozzing you tonight, boy!!” His cock was rock hard with more precum leaking from its piss slit onto his PA ring. He walked toward the table next to me and opened the lube and catheter package. After lubing the tip of the catheter he grasped my hard cock and lined the tip of it with my piss hole. I felt the catheter spread my piss slit open, and he slowly advanced the tubing down my urethra. My cock again throbbed rock hard, and as the catheter reached my bladder urine shot from the end of the tubing onto my belly. He quickly clamped the tubing off, then leaned over and smeared my piss all over my chest and abdomen. The smell of piss filled the air. It was so erotic. Then without delay he stood up again and aimed his hard shaft up in the air. A piss stream shot from the end of his cock, dripping from his PA ring as he sprayed his piss all over my cock, body and face. I opened my mouth and he filled it with his piss. The taste was strong and salty as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his golden urine. Piss dripped from my stache and beard and teased my nostrils. I loved the smell of piss. Even walking into a men’s bathroom and smelling piss made my cock rock hard. My cock again throbbed and danced with each pulse as he soaked me with his scent. The last of his piss dripped and splashed from his PA ring to his legs and the floor. He again smeared piss all over my soaked body with his hand. He then leaned over and licked piss from my chest, running his tongue up my chest and across my lips as he buried his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste his piss on his tongue as he again French kissed me. His tongue was buried deep in my mouth with his lips pressed firmly to mine. This man brought out every animalistic desire in me, and I craved for more. The catheter tubing stuck out from the head of my boned up cock, and he reached down and unclamped it. My piss started to spray out onto my belly, and he took the end into his mouth and drank every last drop of my piss then again clamped the tubing. He leaned over and again kissed me with a mouthful of my piss and fed me my piss while again slipping his tongue deep into my mouth French kissing me. Fuck, I was in heaven. “Now let’s work that ass of yours, huh boy? You want that ass opened up to take my poz seed?” “Fuck, yes, I want all your fluids in me. Charge me up!” He reached for his toys and lubed up a dildo that was about 8 inches long. It was smaller at the head, but widened as it reached the base. “Let’s stretch that ass open, boy.” He point at the base of the dildo, “This is 6.5 inches around.” My ass was begging to be used. He took the head of dildo and pressed against my hole. My ass quickly engulfed the head of the dildo with ease. I was flying high, and with just a little pressure I watched in the mirror above the sling as my hole took the full length of the dildo. I moaned with pleasure and tightened my ass around the toy as he worked the dildo in and out of my hole. “Fuck, yes…..work my hole.” “You like that, boy?” “God, yes….I love it!!” “Let’s step it up a bit. I want to open you up wide, get my fist in you before giving you my poz load.” He grabbed an even bigger dildo. “I’m going to wreck that hole, boy.” “Yes!! Give it to me.” He again lubed up the dildo and my ass engulfed the head with ease. “This one is 9 inches with a 7 inch base. I’m going to have that ass gaping when I’m done.” He worked the dildo in and out of my hole until my ass stretched tightly around the base of the dildo. I took the full length in me and he again began to work my ass harder and faster; each time slamming into my prostate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. After stretching my hole wide open he removed the dildo. My ass was gaping open, and he took a large butt plug and lubed it up. “Here boy, this will wreck your hole for my fist.” He pressed the head of the butt plug to my open hole and applied pressure. My hole stretched even wider, and I watched in the mirror as the butt plug began to disappear into my guts. I thought my hole would tear open, but with one final pop, my hole wrapped around the butt plug and pulled the last of the wide, bulbous base inside. “Now keep that in you for a bit, boy. Feel good?” “oh….yes!!” “Are you thirsty again, boy?” He once again unclamped the catheter sticking out of the head of my cock and soaked me with my piss, only to lick it up and smear it on my body. The smell of piss teased my nostrils and made my cock throb rock hard. “I have more of my toxic fluid to give you, boy; time to point again.” My body was full of erotic, tingly sensations, and I craved to be a total sleazy pig for him. “Are you watching, boy? I like you to see me inject you with my poison.” “Fuck, yes….give it to me. I want your poz blood in me.” He took the same syringe he used earlier, and the thought of some of my blood entering his body made my rock hard cock stiffen even more. I watched him tighten the belt around his arm again, then clean a spot on the protruding veins of his rugged looking arm. He lined the needle up to his vein, and I watched the tip slowly poke into his arm. He advanced the needle into his vein and pulled back on the plunger, filling the syringe half-full with his blood. “The site of you slamming me with your blood turns me on so much!!! Give me your virus!!” He pulled the needle from his arm, put the tourniquet onto my arm, and cleaned off a spot on my forearm. I again watched him take the syringe and line it up to my arm vein. He grasped my arm to steady my vein, and then poked the needle into my arm. Seeing our blood mix together as he drew back on the plunger was hot. He then made sure my eyes were fixed on the syringe as he emptied another dose of his blood into my veins. Something stirred in me so erotic, so sensual. He was sharing every part of himself with me. He nudged toward the syringe, “Are you watchin, boy?” He again pulled back on the plunger filling the syringe with blood. The needle slipped from my arm and a trickle of his poisonous blood ran from my arm. He again lined up the needle to his arm and advanced into his vein. After getting a blood flashback, mixing our blood again in the syringe, he slowly injected my blood into his vein. He leaned over and again French kissed me with his tongue twisting with mine. At the same time, he pulled the butt plug from my ass, and worked three fingers into my gaping hole. “I want to feel my fist inside you, boy. Your hole is ready, and the sensations will feel incredible.” He lubed up his fist and arm, and began to finger my hole with three of his fingers, working them in and out; twisting is fingers around the rim of my hole. Then a fourth finger slipped inside with his hand cupped; and soon his thumb entered. He again twisted and worked his hand in and out. I was still flying high from the T. He worked his hand deeper and deeper into my hole, until his knuckle was ready to slip in. With a quick thrust, he opened me up and in popped his hand to the wrist. The feeling was total pleasure, sending tingling sensations throughout my body. He again worked his fingers farther into me, slowing searching and guiding their way in as he opened me up. He slowly withdrew his hand past my inner ring, and again opened it up, repeating back and forth, before fully withdrawing his fist from my gaping hole. “Your hole is wide open, boy!!” He slammed his fist into my hole more forcefully, and burning pain quickly turned to pleasure again as he repeatedly pushed his fist into me to his wrist and withdrew it again. I watched in the mirror as my hole squeezed tightly around his fist. He continued to work his fist in and out of me. As he pulled out for the last time my hole remained open. My ass lips were swollen and hung open and I noticed a trickle of blood dripping from my hole. “Fuck, boy, you’re ready for my poz seed now,” as he licked up the blood dripping from my ass lips. He then unclamped the catheter one more time and as piss started to spray from the end of the catheter tubing, he soaked my abdomen and slowly pulled the tubing out of my cock. Piss sprayed onto my chest and face as the end of the catheter slipped from my piss hole. I began to piss on myself and into my mouth, and he opened his mouth to lap up the piss from my tap. I emptied my bladder onto both of us. Piss dripped from his stache and beard onto my cock. He licked piss from my abdomen, then rubbed my soaked body, smearing my piss all over my chest, abdomen, and cock. He then engulfed my hard cock into his mouth, tasting my piss one more time. He stood up and stroked his raging hard, poz shaft twice, then with one quick thrust slammed his cock into my ass balls deep. He worked his death stick in and out of my hole ramming in harder and harder. When he pulled his cock out, it was tinged with ass juice and blood. My cock was rock hard watching him seed me, knowing he was leaking his poz precum into my wrecked hole. “You want my poz cum now, boy?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Beg for it!! Beg for me to poz your hole.” “Please, please give me your poz seed, sir. Charge me up!!” He again slammed his cock into my ass, and thrust in and out harder and faster, burying deep in me with his balls slapping my ass. “I’m working my poz precum into your bloody hole, boy. My virus will definitely get in to convert you.” “Yes, give me your cum!! I want every drop of your poison.” “Fuck, are you ready for it, cause I’m very close to seeding you?” My cock was pulsing with excitement, and he pushed me over the edge as I started to shoot my cum across my abdomen and chest. “Fuckin, hot, boy….here it comes!! “ He thrust in me one more time, and buried into my ass. I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing, filling my ass with all his toxic cum. His body jerked with each shot of cum from his cock. “Fuck yeah, boy. Take my poz seed.” “Fuck yes….I want all your DNA.” He held his cock deep in my ass until I felt his pulsing shaft stop throbbing. He then started to slowly plunge his cock in and out of my hole, working his poison deep in my guts. When he pulled out, his cock was tinged pink with poz cum and blood. His cum leaked from my hole, and he walked over to the side of the sling. “Clean my cock off, boy. Lick up that seed and blood.” I engulfed his cock into my mouth, and sucked every drop of blood and cum from his shaft. I then licked the head of his cock clean. “Fuck, that was amazing!!” “There’s no way you are not charged up now, boy. You’ll be seroconverting in no time. You’re mine, boy!!” Over the next two weeks, we swapped blood, and he seeded my ass with his charged cum 7 more times. And he was right, a week or so later I was seroconverting. I didn’t get all the classic flu-like symptoms so many guys get. I had a lot of night sweats, headaches, odd looking abdominal rashes, was very fatigued, and ran a fever. Knowing I was pozzing excited him and boned me up too. To celebrate we again swapped blood, but now we were swapping poz blood in our slams. We also swapped toxic seed, recharging my hole. After 5 years, we still pig and slam together, but now have converted 10 more chasers wanting our diseases. We continue to take all the toxic seed and blood we can get. My dad acquired gonorrhea, and he gladly gave it to me. We both had syphilis as well. We share all of our diseases with each other. Guess we are now in a daddy/son relationship, since he asked me to move in with him and continue exploring our twisted, taboo desires together. I of course said, "Yes!!"

(New to all of this, so looking to explore. One of my first conversations on NKP was some with some one who made the comment, "I got my slut puppy out when I was 18, guess you still have to go through it." So true! I have a fantasy about my first time. Not sure if its extreme or not, though from what I have read, it probably is not. Also, this is my first attempt at erotica, so hope you enjoy! If anyone wants to make this come true.... LOL (No, seriously, all joking asside, any takes on that? ~grin~}) PART ONE So there I was, at 50, retired out of the Army (Combat type, not a bottle washer) after 21 years, two failed marriages, and single again. On my second marriage I had started chatting on Yahoo with guys, and found myself so turned on I could not stand it. Something about submitting to a guy, being the bottom was a huge turn on for me. Pretty soon I had to fantasize about guys to be able to even get hard with my wife, let alone fuck her or cum. With in 16 months, the marriage was over, and I was in my own place. Single, watching porn, first CD / Trainees, then traps and twinks, then gay, then hard core leather stuff. OMG that stuff was hot, I would imagine I was the guy in the sling, taking hard dicks and leaking cum, my expression pure bliss. After a while jacking off was not enough. I was sheltered, so I had no clue about chems, or the Leather lifestyle, but I knew I was hooked. Scouting the web for new porn, I found this site, NKP, and feeling needy, made a profile stating I was a virgin to it all. With in minutes I had chat requests and mail. I was scared and amazed all at once. One guy caught my eye, he was 45, Italian, clean cut, with dark mediterranean skin, dark eyes and a huge dick! I sent him an oink and email, telling him I though he was hot, next thing I know I am chatting with him, telling him all about my lack of experience. He asks about G and T, and I think hes talking about gin and tonic, which got a laugh out of him. He said he was on his way home with some friends, did I want to join them. With out thinking, I said yes. I was told to clean up inside and out, and be ready and about 20 min. Jumping in the shower, I got myself cleaned up as quick as I could, then started thinking about what to wear. I changed three times, unsure how I should look, dithered, thought I should have asked Richard what he liked, wondered where the hell that thought came from, then settled on a white wife beater, jock strap, shorts, and sandals. I threw together an over night bag, and was heading for the door when my cell phone rang. A deep voice told me to get my ass outside, no one was going to wait for fresh meat. I almost ran, seeing the SUV with heavy tint on the windows, I smiled at the drivers side. The back door opened, a figure getting out. I scooted in, now stuck between to big guys, both in shape and mid 40's by my guess. Big muscle types, hairy arms and legs, in tight tee shirts and denim shorts. I found an open beer in my hand as the door shut and Robert, my new friend from NKP pulling out of my drive, my house disappearing into the night. In front was a kid, 20 to 25 by the looks, real cute, smooth, blond, kind of sexy. I smiled at him and noded as the guys in the back introduced themselves, Tim on my left, Eric on my right. I was so nervous I chugged my beer, afterwards, I checked the label, some European brand with a bitter, oily off taste to it. Another beer was put in my hand as I felt my head spin a bit,suddenly very relaxed, feeling real good. Sipping this one, feeling the skin on my legs sliding over Tim and Erics, my smooth legs running up against their hary ones, my dick getting hard at the contact with these two hunks. No longer nervous, I relax and enjoy the contact, feeling goose bumps on my legs, my ass, my back. Robert asked if Eric could get the smoke out. Assuming it was weed, when I was asked to join I said yes with a smile. Eric pulled out a glass pipe with what looked like a bowl on the end, filled it with some white shards, and lit it slowly with a torch. I watched, fascinated, as the bowl filled with thick white smoke. Not even noticing the hand now on my leg, slidding up from my knee to my inner thigh. Eric stopped hitting it, passed the bowl to Tim. Eric then pulled my face to his. His hand ruff and controlling on the back of my neck, pulling my face closer. The first time a guys lips were on mine, my cock jumped as he breathed out into my mouth. I sucked the smoke down, and held it. My head now spinning. I leaned back, let the smoke out, then was pulled to Tim, repeating the process, his hand on the back of my neck, though this time the kiss part lasted longer. My mouth opened to his tongue with out hesitation, his kiss, as he passed a small round object into my mouth. Not letting go I was forced to swallow, but at this point I was so relaxed and horny I thought nothing of it. I looked up front, the pipe was in the bois mouth now, and I looked him over, realizing he was now naked... My mind tried to figure out when this happened when my train of thought was broken. On either side of me my hands were picked up in the guys hands, and were placed on their shorts, where I could feel hard cocks under the ruff denim material. My hands were guided up and down as I leaned back, my head spinning from the smoke and beers, just going with the flow. I felt my tee shirt pulled over my head, looked up front and the boi was now leaning over, with Roberts cock in his mouth as Robert drove. He looked so sexy, naked, hard on, ass in the air, I wished I was him. I felt hands on my shorts, pulling them open, my ass lifting up all on its own to allow them to be slid off, my hands now wrapped around raw cocks on either side, not sure when that happened but the feel was so sexy, so hot I did not stop. I smiled at Eric, who had the pipe in his mouth, and leaned forward, greedy for another shot gun from him, and wanting those lips on mine. I felt so slutty in just a jock, so horny, my head really spinning now, a large wet spot forming on my jock. I took Eric's lips on mine, not waiting for him to pull my head to him, felt his hand on the back of my head holding me there for the shot gun and kiss, the pipe passed over. after the kiss, Eric pulled my head down, forcing me to shift in my seat, pulling my head to his lap. I could see the head of his huge cock coming closer, the pre cum dripping, I shifted more, putting a knee on the seat like the boi up front did, and leaning in. Smelling that musky sent I would come to love, I felt the head of my first dick slide over my lips, and like a willing slut, opened my mouth, taking it in. Eric held my head there, then started moving my head up and down slowly, forcing a lil more in each time, I gagged, struggled, then took it. Loving every second of feeling helpless, so slutty, so fucking gay. As I took Erics dick, I felt a hand on my ass, running the rim, something wet and warm sliding over it, then a tongue, teasing me, it felt like french kissing as it slid over my virgin bud. I moaned like a whore in heat around the cock in my mouth, wanting more, the tongue left, I wiggled my ass, wanting it back, when I felt the fingers slide inside of me, greased and wet. Pain hit, but I was pulled up for a second, and had a bottle shoved under my nose, Eric telling me to breath in through my nose hard. Chemical smell then my head felt like a balloon, the pain gone just pleasure. Eric lets me head go, I start bobbing up and down on his sexy dick, wanting more. The fingers pull back then are pressed in again, this time I feel a burning inside of me, the fingers jamming in deep, fucking me like a cock, the heat in my ass spreading quickly. Lights flashing in my head, my need going into over drive as my ass was fucked first by one then two then three fingers. My head feels like its on fire, I want to cough, but cant, I want to slam my ass back against those fingers, I want to taste cum, I dont care. I am so horny now all I can do is move and suck and push my ass back. The warm feeling spreads through me, all the way to my dick, which is softer now but dripping non stop.My jock seems to disappear, I am flipped, my ass now to Eric, I dive on Tims cock, wanting more, I dont care whose, I just need it. I feel his dick slide into my mouth, wider, wetter, more pre cum, I lick it up like nectar, wanting more. My ass is being fucked by fingers again, I wiggle it, trying to push back, I feel the glass under my nose, and breath with out being told. My head spins, my ass is stretched with something, hard, cold, wider and wider then back down. Its filled with something and I dont care, I push down on the cock in front of me wanting more. A hand on my dick, I feel the pre cum pulled off by fingers, my nipples now teased by wet fingers, first one then the other. I have never felt anything like this, no one has ever touched my nipples during sex. Its like my whole body explodes in pleasure! I am pulled off the dick I am sucking and sat down, my hands reaching for both cocks with out hesitating, more smoke, more kisses, I loose track. The boi from the front seat is facing me now, leaning to me, kissing me as I jerk off Tim and Eric huge dicks, one in each hand. He leans down, licking my nipples, one then the other, the up to my neck, kissing and licking his way there. My skin on fire, every touch erotic. He is whispering in my ear, "When they ask, just say yes, let them have your arm babe, you will love it, I promise..." I have No clue what hes talking about, I feel the car pull up to a stop, the area go dark as the garage door closes behind us, my hands removed, against my will, and I am pulled out naked into a garage. The boi puts his arm around me and kisses me slowly, pressing his naked body against mine, whispering how sexy I am, how he cant wait to watch me get fucked, our dicks touching, grinding. I realize its me grinding against him, wantonly, needing it... We walk into the house, his arm around me, both naked, as we kiss, walking into the living room. There are two swings hanging from the ceiling. The boi leads me over to one, telling me to relax and sit. As I walk I feel the thing in my ass shift, roll around, touch me in places I had no idea I had, making me that much more honry. Pulled and and placed on the sling, my right arm tied with a rope, I see a needle pulled out, the boi holding my hand smiling at me, stroking my dick with the other. I feel a prick, watch the needle draw back, red, then in, the rope pulled off, my head explodes as I cough, my chest pounding, my ass sucking in the plug. I wither and twist, looking around for a dick to suck, to touch, to have in me, anywhere. I feel the plug pulled, look down, there is Robert, naked, hot, big dick hard, smiling at me, I try to smile but cant, all I can do is beg... Please, oh god please fuck me, babe, fuck me hard.... PART TWO Its like time has stopped, my eyes water, my vision in flashes, everything seems to have a red or blue glow like neon out lining it. I feel sweat start to drip from me, as I look around, seeing hot naked guys watching me. I try to talk, all that comes out is a moan, as my hands slide down over my nipples, causeing stars to explode in my eyes, my dick to jump, and my ass to clentch. I wonder why they are not fucking me, cant they see I need it bad? Gone is the shy, nervous guy, replaced by pure pure animal lust and need. I try to reach, but cant, the cocks so close. The object is removed from my ass, a sucking sound leaving me feeling empty. The boi is standing close, leaning over me, his back touching my chest, I watch as his arm is tied off, the needle, the joy on his face. Suddenly kissing, hard, his hands on my cock, spreading my cheeks then. I feel it, hot and hard, pressing into me, filling me, stretching me. The bottle against my nose, the boi smiles down, "Feels so good, I want some too..." he says with a smie, my hand finding his dick and stroking as my head spins, my ass stretched. A perfect moment, time feels like it stops, red and blue neon lights seem to highlight everything, the bois look of pure bliss as his mouth takes my cock in deep, eyes half closed, puples wide. behind his head, Richard, in a leather harness, I can feel his dick entering me, stretching me once again. Eric and Tim on either sides, my hands reaching for their naked cocks. Seeing them for the first time, huge, wet, pulsing as my finger tips finanly reach them. I hear a sexy moan, like a girl cumming, and realize its me making that noise. Richards cock hits what I can only describe as a sweet spot inside my ring, then another as it reaches deeper in. I feel my dick spurt pre cum like a hose, shooting a load into the bois mouth. My hands finaly wrapping around naked cocks on either side, time speeds up again, my vision is coming like its in frames, stop motion. I shut my eyes, wanting no distraction from all the sensations coming at me at once. Richard plunging back in, taking me, once more my dick squirts as he hits the second sweet spot, two dicks at my lips, I cant open my mouth fast enough, the feeling of the drug slidding through my system screaming for cock non stop. The boi stepping back, I can see Richard now, his chest dripping sweat, nipples hard, between my spread legs. I try to hum back, wanting more of his cock in me, wanting it all. He smiles at me, some how sexy and wicked at the same time,"You love this dont you slut?" Richard asks in a dead pan voice, as much a statement as it was a question.I nod my head eagerly, moaning around the two cocks at my lips, one in my mouth, the other waiting its turn, my hands running over large, full balls that sway with each thrust at my lips."Tell Daddy how much you want his cock, look me in the eyes and tell me, slut!" he yells now.My eyes locked on his, I feel his dick go deeper, see my cock actually shoot cum out for a few seconds, in my mind I think, "OMG Hes fucking the CUM OUT OF ME!""I need it bad Daddy, I need your dick in me!" I shout between TIm and Erics thrusts. Shoving my ass back as hard as I can, a third sweet spot is hit, deep in me, I almost pass out from shear pleasure. Moaning again around the two dicks, my whole body twisitng in the sling, trying to keep Richards dick in me, he pulls back,"You know when I cum you will never be the same" he says as he looks me in my eyes.I beleive him, I trust him, what he is telling me is the truth,I know it... I nod my head yes... I want this, I want this to never stop, I want to be a little faggot cock loving slut, fucked and used by Alpha Men, there for their and their cocks pleasure only. I want to be kept naked in a sling, fucked, cum on, cum in, and used hard, eat cock, eat cum, be a good slut. "Yes Daddy" I mumble through the cocks."When I breed you, you will not only belong to Me, you will be the fuck toy of every man I tell you to be with", he gasps as he thrusts in and bottoms out in my no longer virgin ass. My cock spurts again."When I breed you, you will no longer question who you are or what you are, because you will know that you are my faggot slut boi, here to please me and any other man I tell you too!" HIs smile evil now seeing how his fucking is affecting me, my ass clenching, not wanting to let go of his magnificent dick. Another thrust, another spirt, my dick is soft but I can feel every slide, every touch, my ass starting to tremble.Every sentnce ends the same, his dick burried balls deep in me, every time my dick fires off another jet of cum. I try to beg for him to fuck me harder, a feeling like no other building up inside of me, like no other orgasem before, I cant speak, between the cocks and the termbeling in my body, all I can do is moan incoherently like a the little sissy boi I am. "No longer have free will, slut, you will be a slave to cock!" Slam, spurt, moan."Every waking thought will be satisfying the need to be used by a man!" Slam. Spurt. Moan louder.I can feel it building up in me, the non hard orgasem, like a pin wheel firing off in my head, I see sparks in my eyes, my ass clentching hard, Richard letting out a huge moan, the inner most sweet spot being bathed in hot man cum, my whole body shaking, my dick running non stop."Your mine now, slut!" I hear. I nod yes, I moan, my mouth filled with its first load of cum now, my face bathed in another.I whimper, knowing my old life is dead, that I was now officially gay, no doubt about it, and that I loved it.......

Part one of this story And part two Master led slut and I to his car. He handed us blindfolds. "Put these on. You don't get to see where we're going. This is an exclusive gathering of true sex pigs. Whore is the entertainment. Slut is my special guest. They normally don't allow spectators, but since I'm bringing Whore, Slut's allowed to watch and learn." We drove for about half an hour. Had I not been, well, so fucking high and horny, maybe I could have guessed where me went. But all I could think of was what was in store for me. My cock was throbbing. Master sensed it, too. "You bitches are horned up, right?" "Yes, sir!" I responded. "Want to touch your cocks?" "Yes, sir!" I said again, and slut did, too. "Forget it. Whore needs to do his show, and slut needs to watch and learn. Maybe after you can get relief." "Master owns our cocks, slut," I advised. "But he rewards us for being good whores by getting us high and letting us play with our selves. You think you can handle that? You only play with your cock if master says?" "If it pleases him." "Damn right. All we care about is pleasing him. We know we're just toys to him, but we love it. Right?" "Just meth whores, doing anything to serve him and earn more hits." Master laughed. "You two really know your places. But you're about to see what it really means to be a chem whore, some dirty pig who'll do anything to get high, and do anything when he's high. Whore, you ready for it?" "Holy fuck, yes." "Slut, you want to see what you're training for?" "If master thinks I deserve it." "You don't deserve anything. Everything a whore like you gets is a favor, a reward. You're here so you can see what I want you to do after you've learned more." "Thank you sir, I hope I can serve you as well as whore does." Master stopped the car. "We're here. Take off your blindfolds; no need to walk across the yard and fall." I took it off. Holy shit, we were at some kind of mansion. "This is why you were blindfolded. Our host... if I told you who he was, you'd know the name. He stays masked. You might see faces you recognize here, but a whore doesn't talk about who he serves, right?" "No, sir," we both responded. "Slut, get out of the car. I need to talk to whore alone." Slut did, and whore spoke to me. Not in his giving orders voice, in his everyday voice. "Okay, man, drop the master/slave for a minute, we're just friends now. I'm telling you right now, you're gonna get used rough and hard. This is wilder by far than anything you've done. 100 percent full meth whore. You sure you want this? If you back out, I'll tell them you lost your nerve, we'll go home. These guys will be pissed as hell at me, but you're enough of a friend I'm gonna give you the chance. You sure you want this?" I thought about it. I remembered how vanilla I used to be, and how much I had changed. I thought how much I loved getting high, and losing my inhibitions. I thought about how incredibly hot I found it to serve a man sexually, And I wondered if I wanted to go even further, asked if I'd hate myself later. I made up my mind. "Will Master keep me high?" "Dirty little meth whore," he said. "And proud of it." "Let's go." We went into the house. He led me into the basement, and I found a large room, with maybe two dozen guys in there. Some in leather, some naked. Some were stroking their own cock, some were stroking another guys. Some sucking was going on, too. Pipes were being passed, too. I was surprised to see faces I knew. The guy who did the weather on channel six was there, in assless chaps. I watched him take a huge hit, and thought "I'll never hear him say 'mostly cloudy' again and not laugh." There was a guy who was on city council, a couple of CEO's from good sized businesses and... fuck. One guy from work. Not someone I work with myself, but I know I've seen him in the building. But I remembered he's naked and smoking meth at some pig party. What's he gonna do, tell HR what he was doing when he saw me? A man in a full face mask -- I guess the host -- spoke. "Our guests of honor our here. Would you care to introduce your slaves?" Master pointed to me, "This one I call whore, because that's all he is. He's going to serve all of you tonight. Slut here is just beginning his training. He's watching. Right now, he's mine, so don't touch him. He's going to watch and learn. Right, slut?" "Yes sir, I want to learn to please you." "Whore, what do you want?" "The pipe. I'm just a meth whore. I'll do anything to get high and I'll do anything when I am high." The men all laughed. Master looked around the room. "I think he deserves a hit just for knowing his place." Our host handed him a pipe. "This is very potent. I paid twice my normal cost, because I wanted the best for this esteemed group of men who love sex." Master took a hit for himself first. "Ooooooo... fuck! You're not kidding, this is amazing stuff, I should make whore earn it, but I want him to be really high. C'mere, whore, take a big hit, and get ready to fly." He handed me the pipe and lit the torch. I put the pipe in my mouth, and he held the torch to it. I saw the vapor being to swirl, and I began to inhale. "Take as much as you can, and hold it in as long as you can. Fuck the cloud, just get high." I did. It was incredibly strong. Even before I exhaled, I was higher than I've ever been, I finally exhaled, only tiny whisps of a cloud. And I wanted nothing but cock. I dropped to my knees, ready to suck any of the cocks in the room. Master laughed. "First, you're still dressed. Get naked, like a whore should be." I did. "Second, did you think you'd be on your knees? Show him where he's spending the night." Someone flipped a switch on the wall, and I heard a motor above me. And I watched the sling descend. "Get in," Master said, as it reached the floor. I laid down on my stomach, some of the other men put the padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. "You;ll be here for hours, whore. The padding will make it easier." I heard the motors again and I was lifted off the floor till I was about waist high, of course. Master spoke again. "Now, whore... a pig like you doesn't care whose attached to it, all you want is cock, right?" "Yes sir." "So you don't get to see anything. Where's the mask?" Someone passed him something black. "The nose is open so you can breathe. The mouth is open so you can... have stuff in it. The ears are open so you can hear orders. The eyes are sealed, because the point is you don't get to see who you're pleasing now. You like that?' Holy fuck did I. I was higher by far than I'd ever been, completely overwhelmed by a massive meth high. "Yes. Whatever master says. Anything. Just let me..." "Have some cock?" I nodded, and the world went black as the mask covered my eyes. I felt my cock swelling, dangling below me. Master addressed the room. "Shall we let our host use him first?" The applause indicated approval. I felt someone move between my legs, and I gasped with delight as I finally felt a cock in my ass. Master's forceful, intense fucking was something I had grown to like, and this guy was just as forceful. My moans let him know I loved it. Master spoke again. "He can please more than one pig at once. He's got two hands and a mouth. C'mon, use him. He's here for your pleasure." It didn't take long till I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth. It was overwhelming to me, to be used like that, just a toy for a room full of sex pigs. I felt dirty, I felt sleazy, and I loved it. The cocks started switching around. Nobody came at first; someone said they didn't want to shoot early. I had two cocks in my mouth a couple of times, another two in my ass at least once (I was hoping they'd come at the same time, but I knew that wasn't likely). I'm pretty sure the neck of a beer bottle went in there, once, too. I got spanked, I got pissed on, I had my nipples twisted, I got fisted. I managed to rim an ass blindfolded -- aiming wasn't easy, but I did it. I loved every second of it. They rewarded me with the pipe, keeping me higher than I've ever been. They started giving me their loads. Some in my mouth, a few shot across my hands, but most shot in my ass. After several loads were left in my rear, I heard someone ask Master if he could suck them out of me. Master told him, "do what you want. he exists to serve." I'd only been rimmed a couple of times before then, and never had loads sucked out. It felt amazing. I kept at it for hours. Even high, I was feeling exhausted after what must have been several hours. I took one last load in my ass, and I felt the sling lower me to the floor. I felt the mask leave my face. I blinked, getting used to the light, but could see Master. "Whore, you did great. You served your role with distinction. And I can tell you loved every minute of it." I almost said, "well, maybe not the beer bottle", but was too pleased that I was such a good whore. Master started opening the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then he called slut over. "Do you want to be in that sling, slut?" "Yes, sir!" "Are you ready to work for it, to earn it?" "Yes, sir!" "Good slut." Master helped me get up off the floor. I could see there was less than half the original crowd remaining. "Some went off for two or threesomes, a few went home. The rest of these guys, they just liked watching you." He thought for a minute, then whispered to slut. Slut nodded, and Master spoke to the room. "Want to see slut reward whore for his work?" They applauded. Master told me, "go, sit in that chair. Spread your legs." I did, slut knelt down. He started stroking me, and was damn good at it. "Does he deserve a hit, whore?" Master asked. "If you let me have one first, master." Master handed me the pipe, and I had another hit. I blew the cloud onto slut, knowing it was a fetish for him like me. I asked him, "have you had any of this tonight?" "A little. Master said I'd have to earn a taste of something that potent. Just a tiny hit, hours ago, and I still feel great." "Master, he has earned it, right?" He nodded. I hate it for him, and watched him inhale. I swear, his eyes bugged out as it hit him. "Blow it on my cock, slut." He did, a huge cloud. I didn't have to tell him what to do next. He was like me, as soon as the pipe leaves his mouth, he wants to replace it with cock. Like before, what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm. He had to work at it -- I was exhausted and had tina dick -- but eventually my moans made it clear I was about to shoot. "Don't come in his mouth. He's not earned that." I pulled out, unsure what to do. Was master going to make me hold off? I thought that wouldn't be a master slave thing; that would be him being a jerk... Then he surprised the hell out of me when he knelt down. "One time only, whore. But you deserve this, and if anyone owns your load, it's me." And he put his mouth on my swollen cock and sucked me. And was damn good. I had been close already, and quickly shot a massive load. Master stood, reached for a tissue, and spat out my cum. "You didn't think you had earned me swallowing your load, did you? I've never even sucked one of my toys before now." I stood up, and started to walk to my clothes, still piled on the floor, when one of the men still there said, "can we watch the slut play with his cock?" "Why the fuck not? He's the only one here who's not gotten to cum tonight. Slut, you've got fifteen minutes. If you shoot by then, great. If not, you save your load till we play again next week. Get to it." He got into the chair I was just in and started yanking his cock. And what a cock -- eight inches, thick, and it looked rock hard. I found myself hoping master would order him to fuck me. He was stroking furiously, moaning, loving being high and aroused. I looked at master. "May I help him, sir? Let me show your friends what he likes." "Go on, sure." I walked up to him. "We've learned some things he likes. This drives him wild." I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted, hard. He screamed with raw sexual delight, and I told the crowd, "he likes pain, and we're going to explore more. But here's what else he likes." "Open your mouth and close your eyes, slut." He did, and I picked up the pipe. I could tell he heard the lighter click and new what it meant, since I saw him stroke faster. I took another huge hit myself, then bent down and exhaled into his mouth. He let the cloud out, and gasped "thank you! I love it! I love being high!" I almost laughed. It took a young party boi to say that. But I just encouraged him: "I can tell. You'll love this, too." And I put my mouth on his cock and went to work, His entire body was shaking he was so aroused, and he shot into my mouth in seconds. And his load was as huge as his cock -- I half expected him to look like a deflated balloon from shooting so much. Things wound down after that. We got dressed and master drove us back to his place. He told us not to bother with the blindfolds, since we were both too spent to pay attention to where we were, Which was right, but he told me later the secrecy was just to make it more erotic. I told him it worked. I went back to my own home soon after we arrived at master's place. I spent several hours doing nothing, really. Master gave me a small supply to take home and I smoked a little, but nothing much. I looked at my cabinet of cleaning supplies, and joked to myself, "how come meth never makes me want to clean like in those stupid commercials?" When I finally came down enough to sleep, I was in bed, recollecting. Six months before, I was so vanilla sexually you could have sold me at a Baskin-Robbins. The kinkiest I had ever been was rimming one guy, and a threesome with a couple I was friends with. But I was introduced to miss Tina, and she showed me I had kinky, piggy submissive side deep within me, and I loved that it was there. And even after all the wild sexual adventures I had, it still makes me really fucking hot to know that underneath my nerdy, shy self, there's a meth whore who loves to get fucking high and let men use him. Sometimes, my logical, rational side says "it's all phony, you know. you're letting a chemical think for you." And my libido says, "yeah, so what. it's fun," And as I was finally falling asleep, I remembered the guy from work at the party. I wondered what would happen when we ran into each other. Could be interesting.... I've got an epilogue of sorts in mind, too. Maybe next weekend. I need to smoke now.

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

Hooked up with a hot black guy (not hung, but still a good size dick) I meet off Grindr. He was already naked when I got to his place (he answered the door naked). I made s beeline for his hard dick, and sucked it for about 10-minutes, when he suddenly grabbed me and threw me on the floor (living room) on my back, and then placed my legs on his shoulders. So much for a quick bj. This "safe only" top didn't even ask if I wanted to get fucked ... he slowly slid his raw dickn in my ass, with only the spit on his dick as lube. Good thing I can take dick with little lube :-) He fucked me in this position for only about 5-minutes when he grabbed my head, started making out with me ... and then shot a good size load in my ass. He did wipe his dick off and had me suck him again. I was rewarded with a tasty load in my mouth ... and of course I swallowed.

So Names first as the story continues. I'm Kevin and my buddy I mentioned is Jason. So after getting pozzed and making love Jason and I moved in together and while we certainly enjoyed fucking each other what we really wanted to do was share our special poz seen with other neg boys. As luck would have it wasn't long before we met our first candidate. His name was Yousef and he was middle eastern, slender, with mostly fair skin with just a touch of olive and as it turned out very smooth. We had a class with Yousef and he had come over to study one night and in the course of talking after we were done studying and were having a few drinks we found out Yousef was gay and a virgin. It seems he was in the states only for college and that back home being found out as gay was essentially a death sentence. But now in the states he was hoping for at least a couple of years of closeted sexual freedom before returning to his monastic existence. So Jason and I "confess" to Yousef our own recent start as a gay couple (leaving out our poz status of course) and we tell him that we'd love to be an introduction to gay sex for him. To help things along we start showing him some gay porn and quickly we are all tenting our shorts and Jason and I begin stroking his cock through his shorts. One of us on each side of him kissing him and stroking him our hands sliding under the light fabric of his soccer shorts to find raw flesh. Yousef as you might imagine isin heaven and putty in our hands. It isn't long before all three of us are nude and Jason and I are taking turns sucking on Yousef's cock and balls. One of us deep throating his 7" cock and the other licking and sucking his balls. As you might imagine for a young guy who was a virgin Yousef is in heaven moaning and shaking with pleasure his cock leaking a veritable river of pre cum. Jason and I are silently going nuts as well because we know that we are going to fuck him and fuck him raw. The prospect of gifting a virgin with our seed has both of us horny beyond description. After giving him the blow job and ball sucking of his life while Jason works his cock I push his legs up spreading them wide and exposing his virgin cherry. I spend a moment looking at his tight virgin neg ass and nearly cum at the thought of what I'm going to do to him. I start by licking around the edge of his hole and then start working my tongue in and out working to open him up and lubing him with my spit. This is driving Yousef nuts as he's never felt anything like it before and at this point he's in total sub mode totally surrendering his body to us. I start working a finger into him gently at first and then roughly..insistently...like a cock fucking him and his moans become high pitched whimpers that indicate a mixture of pleasure and pain. I can't stand it anymore..I NEED to fuck him hard and deep. Yousef is laying on his back his legs spread and I l move atop him pinning him underneath me. I kiss him deeply for a minute rubbing my pre-cum leaking cock head up and down his crack. "I'm going to fuck you now Yousef" I tell him "It will probably hurt at first but just relax and you'll love it". "Yes Kevin please fuck me I need it so bad" he whimpers. I start pushing into him his virgin ass tight at first and tough to penetrate but then my head begins to open his ass up and I force my cock deep inside him.. As expected Yousef cries out as I enter him shaking and quivering and whimpering about the pain but I could care less. My poz dick is buried in a neg ass and I can already feel my load starting to boil deep inside my balls. I'm not making love to Yousef where I'd gently fuck his ass working to maximize his pleasure along with mine.. This is a fucking..a breeding and I fucking him hard and deep with each stroke. I can tell he's having a hard time taking my cock but I can also sense his pain slowly becoming pleasure. The intensity of it all is almost more than I can stand and I see Jason watching us intently gently stroking his own cock clearly eager for a shot at Yousef's ass. I start talking to Yousef.."Yeah man there my cock is in your ass...its what you always wanted isn't it...fuck man were gonna cum inside you..fill that ass with cum so that you can feel it leaking out..." Yes Kevin" he whimpers.."cum inside me please..." My balls are boiling and I sooo need to unload my poz spunk inside his neg fuck hole. I start driving harder working it deeper trying to create a path for the bug into his system. Then when I can't stand it any longer I bury my dick as deep in his smooth neg ass as possible and my load erupts inside him. I can feel the pulsing of my cock as jet after jet of poz cum fires deep into his ass. As soon as I'm done Jason is there taking my place fucking his own load into Yousef, Once were done we make him take turns licking our cocks clean sucking them dry ensuring he gets every drop of poz seed we can muster into him. Yousef ends up spending the night with us and lets say there wasn't much sleeping as his years of repressed sexual need were fully released. He fucked his last neg loads into our willing holes and we in turn fucked more of our special poz cum into his boy pussy. In the morning before we let him gest dressed I made sure to take another look at his no longer virgin hole. What had been tight was now open and gaping ready to take any cock that came its way.

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…

4. Clint Once more, I woke up with the rising sun. My jet lag had barely gone away. It was not just my sleep cycle that was messed up, but my mind was also foggy. I could barely remember the night before, except I had the unusual combination of utter happiness and complete anxiety. I rolled over and the memories came crashing back. I wasn't alone in bed; my roommate, Greg, was sleeping soundly next to me. He had a peaceful smile on his totally naked, wickedly hot body. The afternoon before, Greg and I had shared a joint and drank some beer. Then I had kissed him. Or maybe he had kissed me. I couldn't remember. It probably didn't matter. That, in turn, led to us to undressing each other on the sofa. And once naked, his hard cock had penetrated my virgin ass. It had culminated in a powerful explosion that pumped my ass full of his hot cum. Then, Greg sucked me off, and soon another joint appeared. Then, it was another beer and a trip to the cafeteria. That evening, the orientation events seemed to go on forever and I couldn't wait to get back to the room. Before the door had even shut completely, we had started undressing each other. It was my turn to fill him up, my cock throbbing and pulsing in his hot hole. Then we fell asleep and I was cradled in his arms. "Morning, sexy," he said, stretching his arms, and pulling me close to him. We kissed. "Although not that breath," he said, but he didn't push me away. "What time is it?" "5:45," I said. "Fuck. I thought it was at least ten." "Sorry. Jet lag," I explained. "Actually, I managed to sleep in today." "You're crazy. Brush your teeth, and get back in bed with me." I went into the bathroom, and started to brush my teeth. As the sleep cleared from my mind, I remembered other crucial and particular details. I had a load of Greg's cum deep in my ass. But, Greg was also carrying one of my loads in his ass. We hadn't used any protection; at the time, it seemed so unimportant. I remembered the reason for my vague sense of anxiety. Greg had told me he didn't know his HIV status. More than that, he had spent the past week having unprotected sex with his Uncle and his Uncle's husband. Both of them were HIV+, and he had taken their loads. Still brushing my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom. It was hard to tell if it was my bedroom, Greg's bedroom, or our bed. Greg had rolled over, his legs slight spread and guiding my eyes up to his firm, beautiful ass. He hadn't made up his bed yet so we had ended up in this bed last night. He was naked and sleeping peacefully, but all I could think of was having sex with him again. My mind raced between the delightful options of jumping on top of him and forcing my cock back into that small patch of heaven, or rolling him over, and sitting on his giant dick. Neither option included me worrying about his HIV status, or fumbling with a condom. Remembering the closeness and spontaneity of the night before, I wasn't sure if I ever wanted something to come between us, least of all a thick rubber sheath designed to keep us apart. I went back to the bathroom, spit out the toothpaste, and rinsed my mouth out. I returned to bed; even though it had been less than twenty-four hours, I found myself starting to think of it as our bed, rather than just my bed. "Welcome back," Greg said, once more gathering me up into his arms, and nuzzling me on the back of my neck. "Now sleep." Sleep wouldn't come as easily for me as it did for him, despite the comfort of his strong arms. I lay there, wondering how I had fallen into this so quickly, and, just as critically, where it was going to go. Eventually, I was able to fall back asleep. Greg's warm body against me and his steady breath lulled me, and finally, I was able to get a few more hours of fitful sleep. I was in the middle of a pleasant dream when I was awoken by Greg slowly stroking my erection. He was caressing the soft skin sliding over my hardness urging me on. "Morning, sexy," he said, as I opened my eyes. "Morning," I said. "What time is it now?" The sun was higher in the sky than when I had woken up earlier in the morning. "Time for you to stick this in me?" he asked. He had tossed the sheets aside and my stiff dick was sticking straight up in the air. "Or am I going to have to sit on it?" He kissed me, and I could tell he had gotten up at some point, at least long enough to brush his teeth as well. "Or maybe something to get you in the mood first?" he continued, producing a joint. "Maybe," I said. "Come on," he said. "Waking and baking is how I spent my entire summer. It's only going to be better with you." Before I said anything, he lit the joint and stuck it in my mouth. I inhaled deeply of the sweet smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I was feeling good from a full night's sleep and I was looking forward to the effects of the weed. I did another hit, before passing the joint back to Greg. Greg did two long hits, one hand on the joint, and one hand still exploring my body. I was not the only one with an erection; his was thick and hard, emerging from his dark bush. He handed the joint to me. "Don't think you're going to get out of your obligations," he said, his hand finding my cock once more. "I need that to fuck me this morning." "Well, I guess if you insist, I guess can do that," I said, feigning disinterest. Even though I had cum twice the day before, the mere presence of Greg: his warmth, his touch, and his smell had me aroused and more than ready to go. As the pot hit me, it only made me more aroused. I handed the joint back to Greg. He did his hits, and then passed it back. "How do you want me?" he asked, rolling over on his stomach, and spreading his leg. For the first time, I saw the tattoo on his right ass. After doing a hit, I placed the joint on the bed table and bent over to examine it more closely. "You like it?" he asked me. It was two small male symbols intertwined. It was perfect on his young ass and as trite as it sounded, made him look cool. But at the same time, staring at made my stomach tighten up. He knew what he was and had not just accepted it, but also was proud of it. I wondered how many other men had spent their mornings with him, naked in bed. Would I be just another conquest? And, in comparison, how did I look. There had been only two men in my entire life, both in the past thirty-six hours. "It's beautiful," I finally said. "Good. It's going to look even better when you're fucking it. Now, stop staring, and start fucking me." He spread his legs even further, giving me a glimpse of his hairy hole, so eager for my cock. "Lube?" he asked. Before I could reply, he produced a small blue bottle, and poured the liquid on my cock. He rubbed it, the slick fluid coating my shaft and his hands teased me, edging me closer to the eventual, needed release. I wrestled Greg onto his back, his legs up in the air. I was completely aware of how inexperienced I was, compared what I had gleaned about Greg from the hints he had already dropped, not to mention the obvious tattoo. I did what felt natural, and I seemed to not get any complaints from him. "Just a second," he said, as he stuck first one finger, then another into his hole. "Gotta get opened up a bit first." "That's right," I said. "You've done this before." "Yeah," Greg said. "I have." He smiled at me, his legs spread, two fingers in his hole. "Which means you need to catch up." He pulled his fingers out; they were glossy from the lube. I put my cockhead against his hole. "Put it in me," Greg said. Like the night before, we didn't think about condoms. A rubber sheath protecting me from Greg would only just barely protect me from an uncertain risk. But it would totally isolate me and cut me off from being able to fully experience our sexual explorations. Greg was the one that I truly wanted, and I couldn't bear to make that bonding any more difficult than it already was. Just as my cock slid into his tight hole, he held a small brown bottle under his nose and inhaled deeply. "Want a hit?" he asked me, after holding his breath for a few seconds. "What is it?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't appear too naive. "Poppers," he said. "I keep on forgetting how innocent you are." "Well, you are doing your best to corrupt me. What do they do?" I asked. "They give you a short, intense rush. Just hold it under your nose and inhale a bit," Greg replied. "Not too long, at least for the first time." I took the bottle from him, and followed his instructions. The smell was soft yet chemical, although I didn't feel any different at all. Greg took the bottle back and screwed the top on. Suddenly, warmth filled my body, and all of my senses were heightened together with the pounding of my heart. The formerly steady pace of my cock in and out of Greg's hole now turned into a religious act, each millimeter of movement a benediction of pleasure. Involuntarily, I grabbed my young man's head, and we started to kiss, deeply, lovingly, and intensely. "Oh fuck," I moaned, my hips now bucking uncontrollably in and out of his hole. "Fuck me, Clint," he whispered into my ear. "Fucking pound my hole. Fill me with your cock and drain your seed into me." I thought I was going to cum at any moment as the intensity of the feelings ran from my cock to my balls to my brain. But, shortly later, as I could barely stand it, the sensations passed. It still felt amazing to be inside of Greg, but there wasn't the same intensity. "Pretty incredible, isn't it?" Greg asked me. "Yeah, it was," I said. The surge of emotions and sensations were the poppers that Greg had given me, not to mention the weed we had smoked. It had felt great, but it wasn't something I wanted to do constantly. To be balanced, to be complete, the enhanced, popper-fueled fucking also needed plain old fucking in order to maintain the contrast and passion that the drugs forced on me. "But this is pretty damn nice as well," I said, my cock still sliding in and out of Greg's hole. "I know," Greg said. "This is the best way to wake up." My cock had never felt this hard before, so alive and so masculine, as when it was inside of my hot freshman roommate. It was like a pornographic story, getting to fuck my freshman roommate, the morning after move-in. Plus, there was the certain promise of many more mornings and afternoons and evenings just like this. We would explore each other's bodies and learn how we could find pleasure in them. "Me too," I said, in between our constant kisses. It seemed so normal to me, so natural, to be naked next to a man, to be kissing him, and to have my cock buried inside of him. I had read countless screeds about how it was unnatural, but it had been all so easy, all so natural, to fall into it. In high school, I had attempted to go on dates with girls, but it had always felt forced. With Greg, it was like running down a hill. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "I know. I can feel your cock dripping pre-cum. Shoot your load deep in me. I need to have more of your fluids inside me." Despite the steady, hard pounding of my cock deep into his ass, Greg kept on smiling. Last night, when he had fucked me, it had hurt but it had also felt good. As my cock penetrated into him he was feeling the same thing. "I really like being this close to you. You inside me. You cumming in me." "Me too," I said. Even when I had just been jerking off, I dripped pre-cum. Now, when I was actually fucking a guy, there was a steady stream leaking from my cock and into Greg. It made each stroke easier and smoother than the one before, and each stroke only brought me closer to orgasm. "I'm going to cum," I said. They were the last words I could say before my orgasm took over my body and mind. Greg wrapped a leg around my waist and an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. His new position also forced my cock deeper into him and my balls bounced against his ass. "Don't hold back," he said. "I can take it." That was all I needed to hear; I stopped trying to hold back and let my cock explode. "I want to take it." "Uggh," I grunted and my dick swelled before spitting a thick load of cum into Greg's ass. "Fuck," I said, as another jet landed inside of him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I continued, each word marking another jet of my jizz entering my roommate's ass. "Give it to me," he said. "Drain your balls in my hole." I had a few more spurts in me before my balls went dry and my energy was exhausted. "Nice job, man." Greg grabbed me and gave me a deep kiss. "This is how I want to wake up every day," he said. It took me longer to get my thoughts together. The force of my orgasm had destroyed any ability to think about anything more complex than pure animal pleasure. The poppers hadn't helped me either; they only emphasized the primal nature of our lust. "Me too," I finally gasped. My cock, still buried deep in Greg's hole, was now wickedly sensitive. Greg knew that and was gently squeezing his butt, taunting and teasing me in his effort to get every last drop of my sperm out of my balls and into his body. We lay there and kissed for a few minutes, before my cock finally softened enough to fall out of his hole. "Want to get a shower before breakfast?" Greg asked me. "Sure," I answered. Although we were both in agreement about the next step, the reality of getting up from the bed was a lot harder. Each time we started to make a move, one or the other of us would find something new to play with: a part of the other's body we hadn't yet kissed and hadn't yet explored. "Want some?" Greg asked, offering me the rest of the morning's joint, just after we had finished a round of making out. "Sure," I said. Greg lit the joint, and inhaled deeply. I was about to take it from him when he stopped me. "Wait," he said. "Exhale for me." I emptied my lungs, and he pressed his lips against mine. He blew out his cloud, into my lungs, more than filling them. "I love that," he said. After fifteen minutes of making out, shotgunning, and exploring each other, I had managed only to get out of bed, only to find myself kneeling in front of Greg. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and his cock was right in front of me, hard, huge and erect. It seemed to be begging for my attention. "God, you're big," I said, wondering how I could ever get all of that beautiful shaft into my mouth. "You're pretty good sized yourself," he said. I looked down. My cock was still in recovery mode. Even accounting for that, it seemed so much smaller than Greg's tool. Like all guys, I had measured it many times, hoping the result would be something big and impressive and something I could brag about. But, each time, it was the exact same number: seven and a quarter inches. "How big are you?" I asked. I licked the tip of Greg's shaft, my tongue running over the unique combination of soft, sensitive skin stretched over the steel-hard core. There was a drop at the tip, salty and subtle, tasting of Greg's own flavor. "Eight inches," he said. "You?" "Only seven," I said. "And a bit." "That's still plenty big enough," he said. "Trust me. It felt awesome fucking me." He put a hand on the back of my head and gently pressed down. He forced me to take more of his cock in my mouth, so I opened wide and tried my best to fit his shaft into my mouth. It was only the second time in my life sucking on another man's cock. There had been the guy in the gym the other morning and now Greg. I wondered how many times Greg had sucked a guy off. What had he done after school and over the summer? How much more experience had he had compared to me, and was there any way I could hope to measure up. I realized that each time I had sucked cock, I had ended up kneeling in front of them, their erect shafts filling my vision, filling my mouth, filling my world. I knew viscerally why "cocksucker" was an epithet and why it was a put-down. There was nothing else I could do other than to genuflect in front of the source of the men's masculinity and power over me. I even wanted to do it, to truly become nothing more than a cocksucker. But both times it didn't feel like I was debasing myself or that I was less of a man, when I took Greg's dick into my mouth, when I swallowed Eli's shaft. I wanted those dicks more than anything else and to know I was giving them pleasure. That I was able to share in their pleasure was just a bonus. "And damn, that feels good," he moaned, leaning back slightly. I looked up at him with his cock in my mouth. He was smiling and his eyes were heavy, almost closed. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up. You want my load?" I nodded. I hadn't even thought about pulling off and not taking Greg's jizz. It seemed disrespectful to Greg to not let him cum in my mouth. I would be telling him that he was dirty and unclean. His load would be my reward. It would be his way of showing me how much he had enjoyed my oral service. It was my prize for being a good cocksucker. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take my load, you cocksucker." He pulled his cock out and ran it over my thin beard. The beard quickly got wet from my spit and his pre-cum. "You fucking hot man, teasing me, getting me so damn hard, so damn close." I let him rub his cock over my face until he had gotten his fill. He slid it back into my open, waiting mouth. He pushed it all the way in, until it was hitting the back of my mouth. I needed to take more of it. I needed to take him all the way to the base. I needed to feel his balls rest against my chin. "Just start to swallow, but hold it," Greg said. He had picked up on just how much of a novice I was. He was giving me instructions on how to give a better blowjob. As he spoke to me, giving me confident, quiet instructions, he grabbed the brown bottle again, and held it under my nose. "This will help you. A lot," he said. I inhaled deeply from the poppers and remembered the warm, exciting rush I had gotten from them earlier. He pulled me off his cock for a moment while he did a hit from the bottle as well. When my heart started to pound, I took his cock again and swallowed. My throat opened up, and it was instantly obvious how to take his shaft. I went all the way down on his cock and it even entered my throat. It felt even bigger than it looked, filling me up, and nearly choking me. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "That feels awesome, man." Even though his shaft was more than I imagined I could manage, I kept his cock in my throat. I had to fight back the urge to gag; it was my body's involuntary reaction to the invasion. But, although my body had one reaction, I was far from wanting him out of my throat. In fact, I wanted him in me as deep as possible. Not only did I want him deep, I wanted him to stay there and to do this as often as possible. He felt the way I was gagging and pulled his shaft out. "It's alright," he said. "It takes some practice, especially with my cock." He ran his hand over my head, ending up holding my cheek. I looked up, and he was smiling at me. "You look so beautiful, Clint, down on my cock. It took the other boys weeks to learn how to do it. And they had sucked dick before." He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I want to give you my load." I nodded. I loved giving him head. I loved hearing him tell me how good I was at it. Even if he was just saying it to re-assure me after gagging on his cock, it made me feel like less of a naive boy, and more of his sexual equal. "You want my load?" Once more, I nodded. Unlike Greg, in my whole life, I had been with only one other man. I had only had one chance to taste one other man's sperm. Even that had been just the previous morning: Eli in the steam room. I needed to know what Greg's tasted like. "Good," he said. "I'm getting fucking close." He took the bottle of poppers, and did a hit. "I don't want to ever have to pull out when I am inside you." He then held the bottle under my nose, letting me inhale the drugs. It wasn't long before the poppers hit both of us. I had to have all of Greg's cock in my mouth and let him enter my throat. I wanted not just to taste his sperm but I wanted to swallow it as well. I wanted to make him part of myself. Greg was getting close, as his breathing was now labored and his cock was harder and thicker with each stroke in and out of my mouth. In addition, he was dripping pre-cum in a steady stream. I was swallowing every drop of it. "Oh fuck," he said, "I'm cumming." His cock stiffened and spurted, emitting a thick jet of his cum right against the back of my throat. Without even thinking I swallowed and kept on sucking his cock. The next spurt landed on my tongue, I could taste the sweet saltiness of his semen. It was hard for me to compare him to Eli; although the two flavors were definitely both male, they were as different as the big, muscular black man and the lithe, young college boy was. I wanted more of both. "Oh fuck, cocksucker," he moaned. "Swallow my cum." His hand was at the back of my head and he held me in place. Even if I had any desire, with his hand on my head, there was no way I could have pulled off of him to avoid taking his load. "Damn hot," he said. I could tilt my head up just enough to see him staring at me and watching how his hard cock disappeared into my mouth. I wondered what this scene would look like to an observer: I was on my knees with my lips stretched around this handsome young man's hard cock. He was bucking wildly and obviously shooting his load into my mouth. This scene was just what I wanted and what I secretly dreamt of for years. Even though I had just shot my own load, my cock was getting hard once again, from the pure primal pleasure of sucking another man's cock and swallowing his hot load. Greg's thrusts slowly subsided, and my mouth was no longer filling up with sperm. But neither of us made any move; I was still milking out the last drops of sperm and Greg was enjoying my attention. "Damn, that felt amazing," Greg said. He sat up on the edge of the bed, carefully not letting his cock fall out of my mouth. Only then did he pull me up to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth and sought out the last remnants of his load. He found those few tiny drops that I hadn't yet swallowed. "You've done that before?" he asked. "Only a few times," I said, sheepishly. "I'm pretty new at all of this. Once, actually." "Fuck, how did you know to do that?" "I guess I just did what I wanted you to do to me." "God. Don't know if it was you or what, but that was the best blow job I've ever gotten." We continued to kiss, as both of our cocks softened and our morning horniness finally dissipated. "Shower?" he asked me. "Sure," I said. He stood up from the bed and I followed him into the bathroom. I adjusted the water while Greg tried to find two towels for us. He had planned to unpack yesterday afternoon, but instead, we had ended up fucking the entire afternoon. Now those choices were coming back to annoy us. "Just use mine," I said, pointing him to where I had stacked the two lone towels I had brought. "Ok," he said. He got into the shower while I held the curtain open for him. I followed him in. He pulled me close and kept both of us under the warm water. As we embraced, he rubbed his cheek against my beard. "I keep on expecting it to be rougher than it is. It's so soft," he said, before kissing me again. I wrapped my arms around him and his body pressed up against mine. Even though I had spent the previous afternoon and all night with Greg, his body was still the source of constant discoveries. This time, it was the thick hair on his legs; it had been matted down by the water even as though his smooth chest seemed almost dry. "You feel good," I said, fully aware of how trite it sounded. "You too." We kissed before he continued. "It seems strange that we've only known each other for less than a day. It feels like a lot longer." I had been having the same feelings; Greg was quickly turning into more than just a roommate. Possibly even more than just a friend or fuckbuddy. "A lot longer," he said. "I know," I said. I didn't want to jinx what we had started by saying anything else yet. Instead, I grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed it all over Greg's body. I soaped up his torso and then turned him around to do his back. He started to press his ass up against my groin, but he was suddenly started coughing. It took him a minute or two to recover from the coughing fit. "I think I got a cold from the drive out here. Or something," he said. "I wondered about that," I said. He had woken up a few times the past night due to sneezing and coughing. But, each time, it had quickly subsided. "Yeah, sucks. And now, I've got a bit of a sore throat as well." "Well, I can always give you something to help soothe it," I said, rubbing my cock up against his soap-covered slippery body. "Hard to tell if that would make it better or worse," he said. "My turn," he said. He took the soap from me and turned me around. He lathered up my back, before moving down and spreading my ass open. He carefully cleaned out my crack allowing a stray finger to run slow circles around my hole and gently press and probe my hole. I moaned in pleasure; I wanted him back inside me. "Oh fuck, that feels good," I said. "But I need some food. There's plenty of time later for all that." "Promise?" Greg asked me. He pushed me under the water to rinse off. "Promise," I said. "I'll never get tired of you fucking me." It had been hard enough to tell him to stop playing with my hole. To tell him that he'd never get another opportunity to slide his beautiful dick into me was far more than I could do that morning. I pulled him under the water, and as we kissed we also rinsed off the last of the soap. "Now. Food. I've got soccer practice this afternoon. Afterward that?" "Don't shower," he said. "I want you hot and sweaty when I fuck you." "I can do that," I said, turning off the water. Greg handed me a towel. We dried off, got dressed, and headed out for breakfast.

Chapter X Friday has finally arrived. What a week this has been. I can't think of a crazier week in my life before this one. It started with call from work to travel to another town to solve some problems, an argument with my wife, rain on the trip, almost hitting a hitchhiker, picking him up and getting to the new town. Then asking the hitcher to come to room to clean up and eventually succumbing to his charms and his huge, 12" very fat cut cock and he was gay and I had sex with him. This was something I had never even considered before and then after letting him cum in me I found out he was HIV positive with a hvl. All I thought at the time was OMG what the hell have I done? Then let him do it again and again and the next day a friend of his showed up and I let him fuck me too and both of them had cum in me. Then, being freaked out, I had went to a doctor for PrEP to prevent getting HIV and while there I let the doctor's male nurse fuck me in the exam room. He was also poz. Totally bonkers I thought. Then I filled my prescription and went back to my room to tell, Steve the hitcher, I could not cope and he could stay but no more sex. After talking with him for a while though, I found I could not refuse his beautiful cock and had come to the decision that that is what I wanted after all and dumped my meds out and let Steve fuck me again. And again and again. Now the end of the week and I lost count but am sure I had taken a good 20 loads of HIV cum up my ass and had loved every second of our sex play. Now, I have decided this is what I want, what I crave, what I believe is so right and feels so good and I feel better than ever in my life. The end of my first week here, and now what? Some of the doubts are creeping back in as I realize I am supposed to go home for the weekend. It has been 5 days now, 120 hours since I got my first load of poz cum in me and almost definitely too late to stop it if I catch it. Too many loads and some of the first ones hard on my hole which had never had that kind of use before and had definitely torn a little and bled and very likely allowed the virus into my blood. I was sure I was already on the way to being poz. I knew I was already a cum slut and loved the taste of cum and the feel of a hard cock entering my hole and filling me up and pounding away and then the cum flooding my insides. Now what to do though? Maybe I should not go home again but call my wife and tell her over the phone? Kind the coward's way out but might also be less of a hassle overall. OMG. Another terribly hard decision to make. I only knew that staying here and doing what I had been doing all week long now I what I wanted and what was right for me. I was about to go out and get in my car and head for home when I glanced over where Steve was taking a nap. He was, as usual, naked and laying on his back. I stopped and just, as usual, stared at his mammoth cock. It still amazed me how big it was and how turned on it made me to just see it. When it was plowing my hole I did not care about anything else at all except the feelings it brought out in me. It was fantastic and better than anything else in my life. I tried to look away and found I could not do it. I then told myself to hell with it and started to get undressed. I would call and make up and excuse for tonight to my wife. After I had shed the last of my clothing, I approached the bed and climbed up on it, leaned over and gently took Steve's cock in my mouth and started to suck on it. My attentions soon brought a moan from him as he awoke and his cock grew to its full 12" of steel hardness. I turned some on the bed and soon felt his hands on my ass and then his fingers at my hole. He licked his fingers getting them wet with his spit and then started to insert one and then two fingers in my ass. Now, it was my turn to moan and push my ass back to impale more of his fingers in me. After a couple more minutes I could tell he had inserted a third finger and was twirling them around in my hole and opening me up for his huge member to enter me. He reached down gently pulled my head up and off of his cock and turned me around and pushed me over on my back. He got up and grabbing my legs lifted them high and back over my head. I was almost upside down now and my own hard cock was pointed right into my face. He then guided the head of his cock to my hole and started to push in. Soon he was buried balls deep in my hole and I was going wild. He started a slow pace but was soon ramming his entire length of cock in and out of me. He was pile driving me and making me totally his. He pounded and pounded and I could feel my own cock twitch with every thrust in me and my ass was gripping him as tight as I could. He looked me in the eye after a good 20 minutes of pounding and I knew as he smiled at me he was ready to cum I smiled back and he really rammed me a few more times and then one last one deep and hard to the hilt and I could feel his cock spasm and the heat of his cum entering me. As he was cumming my own cock jumped and started to spew my own cum and being right over my head, I opened my mouth and was swallowing my own load as Steve ground his cock against my prostrate making my orgasm even more intense. We stayed like that for several more minutes and then collapsed beside each other hugging and kissing in the afterglow of our love making.

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

Chapter 8: Friday Satisfaction I went back to my office and was annoyed to see that Calvin was away from his desk. He was supposed to be working on getting some data together for a report that was due today. No point in pushing my luck. I tried to do some work in the meantime but just couldn’t focus. After my conversation with Thomas and the traffic this morning, my victory with Jack was just what I needed. Now, however, I wanted to look for these cameras in the men’s room. I was a bit stunned that Dan had done this and almost cost my my job. I found myself leaving my office and heading towards the closed part of the building. As I approached the restroom, turning the last corner, I saw someone walk into another hallway. Blond hair, about the right height… what would Dan be doing in this bathroom now? If he was coming to meet me, it was still an hour before my “appointed time”. As I approached the bathroom, the door opened and Calvin stepped out. Uncharacteristically, he was slightly dishevelled. One side of his shirt was not properly tucked in, his hair tussled, and something with his posture was a little off. He saw me and his face immediately turned very red. “Calvin? What are you doing here? This part of the building is shut down with the renovations?” “Well… I… uh…” He stammered. I can’t believe it took me a moment to do the mental math. Dan. Calvin. Dishevelled. “Calvin, step in here with me for a minute.” I gestured towards the men’s room. “I… uh… I need to get back to my desk.” “That can wait.” I gently gripped his arm and pulled him into the bathroom. The smell was unmistakable. The unsavoury but erotic smell of cum and man sex. I could even see a dribble of cum still dripping off the sink counter. “Just what has been going on in here” I said, trying to look disapproving. He looked like he wanted to faint. He started to speak but I put my finger on his lips and he stopped. I stepped closer. His eyes darted around like a cornered animal looking for escape. “Don’t worry.” I said. “You aren’t in trouble.” He looked confused. Poor boy. My finger trailed down from his lips. Brushing his nipple. He shivered, bringing a cruel smile to my lips. Further down. Over his stomach. Lower. Tracing the back of my fingers around his groin. Rewarded with a stirring from his dick. Rubbing his dick now. He signed and leaned his head against my chest. I could feel him giving me little kisses. My fingers strayed to his ass. That ass bound by those pants just a bit too tight. That succulent ass that had been the source of so many fantasies recently. I caressed his beautiful ass and he moaned against my chest. My roaming hands moved to unbuckle his belt and then push his pants and underwear down. His pants were tight enough that they caught at his thighs but that was far enough for my purposes. My hands returned to his ass. Rubbing gently into his crack. Wet. Slick. Warm cum still dripping from his hole. Dan’s cum, I realized. I turned my assistant around to face the sink, and bent him over the counter. I dropped to my knees and looked at that ass. His ass was as beautiful naked as it was when he was walking around the office in his tight pants. Firm cheeks, hairless, blemish free. It was an ass that begged for attention. My fingers gripped his cheeks and split them. I wedged my hand into his crack and rubbed the side of my hand against his hungry pucker. I leaned closer and gave his crack a little lick, savouring the flavor of Dan’s cum. Closer. Licking the tight but spasming hole. My tongue pushing in. His ass squirming, trying to push back against me, wanting to be filled. He tasted so sweet. Clean except for a little sweat and a generous helping of cum. My tongue curled and pushed inside him. Wanting to savour this most private part of him. Wanting to satisfy every horny fantasy he had been giving me recently. And I knew that, for the second time in two days, I was going to get my dick inside an ass. I unbuckled my belt and let my trousers drop to my knees. My hard dick was aching to get it’s own taste of this hole. I stood, removing my pants and tossing them aside, then placed my hard dick against Calvin’s crack and rubbed up and down. 
“Yeah… fuck me, Stephen.” “I’ve been craving this ass. Watching you parade around the office in those tight pants, showing off your ass.” 
“I knew you wanted it.” He sounded calm now, despite the breathiness of his voice. “I could feel you watching me. I started wearing tighter pants just for you. Just to get you all horned up.” My spit and the remains of Dan’s cum had left Calvin’s hole juicy and ready for a fuck. “Here it comes then. Here comes what we both want.” My fingers nudged the top of my dick. Pushing it down, Bringing the tip in line with Calvin’s wet rosebud. I pushed forward and the tip of my dick sank into his manhole. I held his hips and pushed forward. I wanted to be in him. All the way. I wanted to feel my balls rest against his ass. I wanted to own him, to play out every fantasy, “That’s so good, Calvin. Your hole feels so good.” I gave his ass a little slap. “Yeah? You like that? Give me what you got, boss.” And I started sawing in and out. His ass was everything I had hoped it would be. It was tight but he was no virgin…but I guess I knew that from the cum he had dripping from his hole. He certainly knew how to work his hole around a cock, to milk it. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. “I’m going to cum, Calvin. I’m going to cum in your hole.” “Give it to me Stephen. Give me your load.” He grunted as my dick prodded his prostate. My balls were tightening, My breath was ragged. My heart was racing. My balls slapping against his ass. And then I was cumming. My cum deep in my assistant’s chute. I shuddered as my dick spasmed. Again. And Again. And again… At last I was spent, my dick starting to soften, and I slowly pulled out of Calvin’s hole. My cum dripping down his crack and balls. I gave him a quick lick and enjoyed the taste of my own load. I wanted to fuck him again, to feel him around me, under me. To give him another load. Then I heard the outer door to the men’s room open. Calvin was still bent over the sink but looked up. Then the inner bathroom door opened and four men walked into the room.

No, you dont. You have a fantasized idea of what you want. and have you ever thought of stuff like, *what if I dont respond to many treatments *what if I fall in love with a neg man, who cant stomach being with a HIV+ guy *what if I get some other illness that HIV makes MUCH worse (my friend got anal cancer at 28, after he tested HIV+) *what if I get a fantastic opportunity somewhere else in the world, where getting medication may not be possible *what if I regret my young and stupid thinking. etc, etc, etc. Food for thought, When I was 22, I wanted a kid really bad, and was actually sleeping with girls and not using condoms. Looking back, it would have been one of the worst decisions I ever could have made.

2. Greg I turned to Clint. "Head up and start to unpack?" I asked him. "Sure," he said. He led the way, this time taking the stairs rather than waiting for the still-busy elevators. I followed him, staring at his ass. The years he had played soccer had paid off. His ass was perfect, like two firm melons side by side. I wanted to bury my face in there, lick his hole until he was wet and moaning, and then sink my cock deep. But I forced myself to keep my hands off him. I had noticed him checking out a girl earlier, and besides, he was my roommate. Once in the room, I went straight for the fridge. "It's getting hot today. Want a beer?" "Sure," he said. He went to one of the shopping bags, and pulled out the fan he had bought. As we sipped our beers, he started to assemble it. "This should help a bit," he said, "for unpacking." My first target was the small duffle bag. There was a joint in there, and the afternoon was going to be much better if I had a proper buzz. "Share a joint?" I said, offering it to Clint for the first puff. "What is it?" he asked. "A joint. You know, pot." I wondered if he was really that naive. "Oh. Right." He looked a bit sheepish. "It would be my first time," he said. "That kind of stuff is illegal in the Mid-east. Like years in a hell-hole prison or death penalty illegal. But sure, I guess." At least he had a good excuse and wasn't going to be a prude about it. "Cool. It's good stuff, and since this is your first time, maybe just a bit? I'll go first; watch me." I lit the joint, and did a long draw. "Hold it for a bit," I continued, and then exhaled. I handed him the lit joint. He did a decent hit, and tried to hold it. But a few seconds later, he collapsed in a fit of coughing, exhaling it all. "Don't worry," I said. "That's what happens your first time. Even I still cough sometimes as well. Do one more hit," I said. He did another hit, this time he managed to avoid coughing for a few more seconds. He handed it back to me. "It's harsh," he said. "And I'm not feeling anything yet." "Give it a few minutes," I said. I went into my bedroom, and dug through the boxes. I found a small plate to use as an ashtray. Before I went back to the living room, I sent a quick text to Nathan. "He's a weed virgin. Probably virgin, period." Back in the living room, Clint had finished putting together the fan. He stuck it in the window and turned it on. "What do you think about the living room?" he asked me. We discussed various options and occasionally moved the sofa and tables around to see what it would look like. We continued to talk about ourselves. Clint asked me a lot of questions about Nathan, like what kind of photographer he was, how long he and Jason had been together, and how often we hung out. Clint seemed to find Nathan fascinating; I wondered if he had met many gay men as masculine and as comfortable as Nathan in Kuwait. Or even any out gay men at all. Although the fan helped some, soon, in the afternoon heat, we had worked up a bit of a sweat. Between the heat, the beer, and the weed, I wanted to get at least my shirt off. I offered Clint the joint again. "Take two hits, then pass it on. That's the tradition." He took two hits, and then handed it back to me. "Just a sec," he said, heading into the bathroom. While I waited for him, I texted Nathan. "Damn, it's hot. I want to take off my shirt," "If I were there, I'd take off you shirt. And your shorts," he replied back almost immediately "Yeah, whatever. I think you fascinate Clint. He's been asking me about you all afternoon," I texted back. The fan wasn't cutting it in the afternoon sun, so I gave in. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the corner. Right as I did, Clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Was getting too hot in here," I said, explaining my shirtless state. "No kidding. Back home, we usually just take a nap now." He pulled off his shirt as well. I tried not to stare at his nearly perfect torso. There was just the right amount of fat to smooth out the muscles, and the lightest dusting of dirty blond hair over his chest. There was a slightly thicker trail leading down from his navel into his shorts, perfectly framed by his cum gutters. He was saying something about another possible arrangement of the room, but I barely heard him. "Think that would work?" he asked. "Sure," I said. I had no idea what he had said, but I had to cover how I had been mentally undressing him. "Help me move this?" he asked, indicating the sofa. "Of course," I said. As he walked by me, he caught his foot on the edge of a rug. He stumbled, and instinctively, I reached out to grab him. I caught him but then immediately wished I had not. To catch him I had wrapped my arms around his chest and now his warm body was pressed against me. We were entangled like that for a moment too long, and I wanted to have never even tried. Then that long moment stretched out into a moment far, far too long. I had no idea how I was going to explain the moment to him that wouldn't end any possible friendship immediately. Clint smiled and his piercing grey-blue eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. And then there wasn't enough time in the world to hold him properly. Almost simultaneously, we leaned in together to kiss. Both moving in at the same time, we totally missed each other and my cheek rubbed up against his chinstrap beard. It was softer than I expected. I wondered what it would feel like against my hole. Clint wrapped his arms around me and we tried the kiss again. This time our lips met perfectly and our tongues easily pressed into the other's mouth. I ceased to worry and enjoyed it. Slightly buzzed, slightly stoned, in the arms of a hot young man, my roommate, I was making out with him and I didn't want it to end. After our tongues spent long decades exploring each other's mouths, Clint broke off our kiss. In truth, the kiss had been less than a minute, but a minute that had changed everything. Although he had stopped kissing me, he made no move to unwrap his arms from me and I continued to hold him as well. "Hello," he said, finally. "Hello," I said. I leaned in again, and his lips parted for me. My tongue went back into his warm, welcoming mouth. It was another minute that felt like only a quick second. This time I had to break it off in order to breathe. "Yeah," Clint said. Then he kissed me once more. He pressed his firm, hard body against me. I felt his dick straining against his shorts. Mine was just as hard, and was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. This was all so easy. I didn't want any part of it to end. "Let's move the sofa. Then we can get on it?" Clint asked me. "Yeah," I said. Even though we had agreed on a plan of attack, it still took us several more minutes of making out before we were even ready to carry out our plans. Finally, we forced ourselves to separate long enough to move the couch. Once we had done that, Clint checked his phone, and laughed. "What?" I asked. I picked up my own phone, and saw there was a message from Nathan. "Go for it," it said. "Oh. I had texted Nathan that I thought you were hot. He just texted me back, 'Go for it.'" It was my turn to laugh. "I texted him the same thing. And he texted me back the same thing as well." Clint had started to peck away at his phone. "What are you telling Nathan?" "Too Late" "Excellent," I said. I quickly send the same message to Nathan. A few moments later, Clint's phone buzzed, then mine. "Good?" read the message from Nathan. I texted him back, "Very good. My first project." Clint got two more beers out of the fridge. Nathan texted me back, "That's my dark, dirty poz boy. Try 'Raw Love' in the DVDs I gave you" This time, Clint's phone didn't buzz. Clint handed a beer to me. "To college adventures. With a fucking hot man," I said. "Together," I added. "To adventures," Clint echoed. "With my sexy roommate." We clinked bottles, and then each took a sip. "You know Jason has done nude modeling, don't you?" "Yeah. Nathan's done it as well. And they've done stuff together too. Why?" "I lost track the number of times I've jerked off to Jason." "Ha," I said. "I've jerked off to their movies." "Movies?" he asked. "I've never seen those." "Yeah," I said. The black case Nathan had given me was lying on the coffee table. I opened it up; as I expected, there was a bottle of poppers, some lube, and some DVDs. The titles were scribbled in black pen on the plain DVDs. The first one was labeled "Raw Love." "You want to see one?" I asked. "I guess. Although it's only going to make me horny." "You're not already?" I asked. I ran my hand over his crotch. His cock was hard, straining against the shorts. It felt like it was a pretty big. I resisted the urge to pull off his shorts immediately. Instead, I stuck the DVD in my computer, and put the laptop on the coffee table. The screen went black, and then almost immediately, it was a scene of Jason and Nathan. They were sitting on a couch, both of them in jockstraps. They were talking; I turned up the volume a bit. They were talking about how long they had been together. Off screen an unseen cameraman asked them, "And always raw?" Jason nodded, and Nathan answered, "Always." With that, the two of them started to make out, slowly progressing to Jason licking Nathan's cock. Clint was sitting next to me on the couch; we were only half watching the video. Most of the time we were making out and exploring each other's bodies. His hair was amazingly soft and delicate. It wasn't just his beard but also his chest hair. I did my best to pace myself. I didn't want to strip him down too fast. On-screen, the action had progressed. Jason was sitting on Nathan's cock, the familiar thick shaft sliding into his smooth hole. Of course it was bareback; nothing had ever come between them. Clint noticed it. "No condoms?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Bareback." "Is that safe?" "Nothing in life is completely safe," I said, hedging my bets. "Does Nathan have HIV?" he asked. "Yeah. He's poz." "Is Jason?" "Yeah." There was a much longer silence. Clint watched the screen. Jason was sliding up and down on Nathan's raw cock and the two men were kissing deeply. Finally, he spoke. "You?" Now it was my turn to be silent. "I don't know," I finally said. He might have been my first project, but I wanted to be honest with him. I had to be honest with him. After all, I was still going to live with him for the rest of the year. Clint ran his hand down my chest, coming to rest on my groin. He traced out the outline of my cock straining against my shorts. "Do you know how they got it? I mean, HIV?" "Yeah, Nathan told me the story on our trip." I pulled Clint closer to me and he pressed his body against mine. "Nathan got it from his first partner. And he gave it to Jason." Clint gave me a kiss on the neck. "They never used condoms." Clint gave me another kiss, this time on the lips. "I want you to fuck me," he said. "I want to fuck you." "It looks so easy. So hot. So..." He stopped talking, but his fingers continued to rub against my erection. "Intimate?" I asked. "Yeah. Intimate." "It is," I said. Yes, I wanted to fuck Clint raw to poz him up, but more than that, I had to fuck Clint raw in order to truly know him. A condom would only be a thin piece of rubber, but it would be the same as a thick stone wall between us. "You think it's going to be ok?" he asked me. "I don't know. But, our first college adventure? Together, like really together?" "Yeah," he said. I pushed him back on the sofa and got on top of him. We kissed again. Now, we were not quite as shy about it, and we enjoyed it to the fullest. Clint reached down and fumbled with the button and zipper on my shorts. Once he got them open, he pushed them down. I was left in just my underwear. I did the same to Clint. I was brave enough, or just horny enough to pull off both his shorts and his underwear at once. His cock was erect, and there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. I rubbed my finger against it and scooped it up. I tasted it; it was sweet and salty and pure and perfect, all at the same time. Clint moaned as I fondled his shaft, spreading his legs and wiggling his ass in pleasure. I got off the couch just long enough to take off my own underwear. I then kneelt back down on the floor and wrestled Clint into position. His ass was hanging off the side of the sofa and I spread his legs in order to press my face into his crack. It was warm with just the right amount of fur and a little moist from the heat of the day and our exertions. My tongue sought out his tight hole. This immediately elicited a moan of pleasure from Clint. I proceeded to lick it, tease it, and was able to gently open him up. "Oh Greg," he grunted. "That feels amazing. Like nothing else I've ever felt." I took my time. I was pretty sure he was either a virgin or very inexperienced and he had to enjoy it. There was no need to rush either; it was still early in the afternoon, and our first orientation activity wouldn't begin for several hours. We could do this properly, do it slow, do it deep and long, and leave him desperate for more. I rimmed his hole for what seemed like hours, as he opened further up for me. When his hole seemed sufficiently relaxed, I began to play at it with my fingers. He moaned when my index finger first penetrated him. It was hard for me to fight back the urge to go straight for the kill. I was tempted by even just a hint of the warmth of his body around my finger. "This is good, isn't it?" he asked me. His face was a confused mess: simultaneously ecstatic at the new sensations his body was giving him, but also scared and unsure about where these explorations would lead him. "Very good," I said. My own cock was throbbing; a bead of pre-cum had formed at the tip. I scooped it up and pressed the finger into his hole. "Feel ok?" I asked, as the first of my dangerous fluids entered his body. "Fuck yeah," he said. I was still kneeling down in front of his hole. I watched his ass pull on my finger; it disappeared into his muscular butt. I had gone into sex with Nathan with my eyes wide open. I knew all of the dangers and risks of having sex without protection. I knew the dangers of having sex with a positive man. I wanted it. I wanted the Nathan and I wanted the virus he carried. But, I wasn't sure if Clint knew what he was getting himself into. Although I had only known him for a few hours, we already had something complex and wonderful. I didn't want to risk that by not telling him the entire truth. But also, I didn't want to jeopardize my chances to get inside him and feel my cock slide against that perfect muscle hole. I pulled my finger out and poured a bit of lube on his hole. My cock started to slide into his crack. Our eyes locked and then our lips locked together while our tongues explored each other's mouths. "I need to tell you something first," I said, breaking off the kiss. My cock was pressed up against his hole. "I want you inside me," he said. "Fuck, don't stop now." "It's important," I said. However, he was eagerly rubbing his ass against my cock and against my best intentions, I reached down and helped my cockhead just barely enter his hole. "No. This is important," he replied. "Important to me. Important to us." He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled himself against me. I was already hard, I was already wanting inside of him, and I was already perfectly positioned. His latest provocation was more than I could resist and I stopped trying to hold back. I let myself enter him. His hole was hot and tight and there was enough lube to let me slide into him. Any restraint in further penetration would require a serious effort on my part. "I need this so badly," he said, as my raw shaft slid into him ever further. I stopped trying to resist him. I took just enough time to pour some more lube on my shaft, enough to make it easy for him to take. Then, slowly and carefully, I pressed my fat rod into his tender hole. As I pressed further into him, his smile grew larger, deliriously happy to finally be getting what he had dreamt about and jerked off to for so long. When we were both used to my presence inside him, I stopped trying to open him up and began to fuck him properly. "You're so tight. So warm," I said, leaning in for another kiss. He wasn't as good as the other men, Nathan, Jason or Sean, but he was a virgin and still very much a novice in getting fucked. He was doing a great job; what he lacked in talent, he made up for in enthusiasm. Not until I was almost all the way inside him did he even wince. Even that was taken care of with me staying still for a few moments, letting him get used to me. "You're so hard. It feels so powerful inside of me." We continued to make out. All the while my cock dripped pre-cum into his innocent hole. Neither of us knew what my pre-cum was capable of. It was an ambiguous fluid: slippery, smooth, alive, and perhaps deadly as well. "What did you want to tell me?" he asked. By that time, my balls were slapping against his ass. I didn't know how to tell him any more. There were other things that were far more important now. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "Do you want me to pull out?" "Do you want to pull out?" he responded. "No, I don't." "Then I don't want you pull out either." "But," I began, but before I could finish, he pulled me down for another kiss. For a moment, I stopped worrying; I just enjoyed his warm hole and his tight embrace. But, finally, I had to say something. "I've been having unprotected sex with guys who are positive." He was quiet for a moment, but made no effort to push me off of him, or force me out of his hole. "Nathan?" he asked. But he tightened his hole around my cock and squeezed out another few drops of pre-cum. I nodded. "You?" he continued. "Are you positive?" "I don't know." It was the truth. I wanted three things in my life at that moment. First, more than anything else, I wanted Clint. Second, I wanted to be poz. And third and finally, I wanted to share this precious gift with Clint. I couldn't imagine a world where I couldn't get all three of them. The two of us were still. I stopped thrusting into his body, and beneath me, he was motionless. Time slowed down while he tried to assimilate everything that I had told him and his own desires. Finally, he made another movement. He pulled me close against his body. His breath was hot against my ear "Don't pull out. Don't ever pull out," he said, in a barely audible whisper. "Are you sure?" I asked, whispering into Clint's ear, just as he had whispered into mine. I had talked a good game with Nathan, telling him how I wanted to poz up the hot guys in college. Now, with one naked and impaled on my raw cock, when I actually had the chance, the reality was a lot more difficult. I felt something warm and wet on my cheek. Before could Clint answer, I saw that he had tears in his eyes. "I really don't know. But this, this closeness, is what I always want. From the moment I saw you, I wanted it with you." We kissed again, his tongue entering my mouth. It came as a shock that I wanted this closeness just as badly as Clint did. My cock twitched in pleasure, glad that it had been granted permission to fulfill its evolutionary mission, it was going to get to shoot its hot load into a wet, accepting hole. "I can't hold back much longer," I moaned. Nathan had kept me on edge the entire week, and I had barely exhausted the reserves my balls had built up. Now, Clint was going to be the lucky recipient of these rich resources. I wished I knew for sure if my semen had the same deadly power as Nathan's, but for now, it was more than enough to have blanket permission to breed my roommate's hot hole. "Cum in me," Clint begged, and I did. The first spurt was thick, long spray of sperm that shot hard out of my engorged cock and landed deep into Clint's body. There was an immediate sense of relief, as the pressure that had built up in my balls was released. The next few spurts were longer and even more intense. I was dribbling my spunk all along the depth of Clint's hole, asserting my ownership of this fertile, virgin territory. "Fill me up, Greg," he asked me. I easily recognized that need in his voice. Just a few days ago, I had the same need when I was begging Nathan to fuck me. "Fucking fill me up every fucking day." "Every night and every morning, bro," I said, as I thrust back into him and another spurt shot out of my cock. I had shot a big load, and it was easy for me to feel my semen squishing around inside of him and against my cock. "You've got a fucking amazing ass." "Your cock feels great inside of me," he said. My orgasm was slowly fading. Although my immediate need for release had been satiated, my cock refused to soften. I continued to gently thrust in and out of Clint, working my load into his delicate tissues. I wanted my seed to stay with him and become a part of him forever. We made out, not saying anything, just feeling the naturalness of our skin-on-skin fuck. "First time?" I asked. There was that unique combination of timidity and eagerness to Clint that made me think he was still new at this. It was endearing and sweet: everything would be still new and wonderful for him. I found it easy for me to get caught up in his pleasure. "Yeah," he said, blushing. "It's a very different environment back home." "Don't worry," I said. "I'm glad I was here for it." "Me too," he said. He pulled me in for another kiss. "Really happy it was you. This is going to be a fun year," he continued. "Definitely," I said. "Fun few years." My cock was beginning to soften, and soon, it would fall out. "Have to pull out," I said. "You going to keep my load up there, Bro?" "Hell yeah," he said. I pulled out of Clint, doing my best to leave as much of my sperm inside of him as I could. Only a few drops escaped, and I pressed them back into him. He grunted in pleasure as my finger entered him, obviously glad to have something up his hole again. Clint's cock was still hard and the trail of fuzz running up to his navel was wet with his pre-cum. I took his cockhead into my mouth, running my tongue around and over it. His pre-cum was a perfect combination of sweet and salty, tempered with the innocence of youth. Even though I had licked it all up, I still wanted more. He sighed in pleasure and obliged my desires; his cock continued to drip a steady stream of his fluid. I worked my way down his shaft, swallowing every drop of it. I was nowhere near as good of a cocksucker as Nathan, but I didn't think I was that bad. I had managed to get all of him in my mouth with the head just pressing into my throat. Clint's dick was just the right size and shape to be big enough, but not so big as to be unwieldy. It was easy for me to alternate between long strokes down the length of the shaft and then shift to concentrating on his sensitive head. I kept this up for a few minutes. There was a pleasurable sense of submission in sucking Clint's cock; the school-yard taunt of "cocksucker" was now a badge of pride. I knew how good I was making Clint feel, and it made me happy as well. "I'm going to cum soon," Clint said. "Can I shoot in your mouth?" I couldn't say anything with my mouth full of cock, but I did my best to nod. I kept on sucking his hard shaft. "Oh fuck yeah," he said, thrusting his hips up and his cock into my mouth. In a pattern I was now very familiar with, his cock stiffened, swelled, and then his thick and rich cream erupted into my mouth. I didn't even try to taste the first spurt but swallowed it without thinking. It was an instinctive response; I wanted to always have a part of Clint in me and have something to remember him by. "Oh god," he moaned, as he continued to pump out his hot sperm. These were smaller and thus easier to savor before I swallowed them. He had a tasty load, and I could have swallowed it all night. Unfortunately, I was able to drain his balls far too soon and then he pulled me off his cock. "Too sensitive," he gasped, as one more drop of cum formed at the tip of his cock. I quickly licked it off before he could stop me. "I know the feeling," I said. I kissed him, letting him taste the sperm that was still in my mouth. We stayed lip-locked, catching out breath, and feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. I think we could have been there all afternoon. Finally the DVD ended, and the music of the main menu started to distract us. "Shower?" I asked Clint, finally breaking off our make-out session. "Yeah," he said. "Now I just need to find a towel," I said, as I got up from kneeling in front of the couch. "I've got an extra," he said. "In the bathroom." "Cool," I said. "I'll find mine sooner or later." I surveyed the boxes and bags I still needed to unpack. This first weekend was already shaping up to be a pleasurable mix of weed, beer, and sex, with unpacking being very low on the list of our priorities. Clint headed into the bathroom, and I heard the water running soon after. I took a moment to quickly text Nathan about my first conquest before I followed him into our bathroom.

Pt3 You're sitting on the bed, body is shaking with nerves thinking about what you just did. Looking around the room, you realize all the lights are still on. TV is still on. Jumping off the bed you start shutting off the lights. Grab the remote a turn the tv off. Walk into the bathroom and grab a hand towel leaving the light on you close the door until there is just a little crack of light. Grabbing the bottle of lube you usually use for stroking when watching xtube you place them on the bed. You walk to the door in a kind of trance almost like you are watching all this from another place, you open the door enough to unlatch it but still looks closed. You walk over to the bed and grab your laptop, shutting the lid. The room is dark except for the crack of light from the bathroom. Picking up your phone you open your email on it and hit refresh. Nothing from him yet. You lay on the bed naked, your cock hard under you. Body shaking with nerves. You refresh your email again and see he's replied. He says he's in the parking lot. What room number? You click reply and type the number in, but your finger is hesitating over the send button. It stays this way for over a minute as thoughts run screaming through your head. "This is what you want!" "I'm scared!" "You want this!". You click discard on the reply and see he has sent another one. He's in the lobby... Room #. Again you hit reply and type the room number, again the same battle plays in your head. This time though your finger moves and hits send. You realize what you have just done. There is no going back now. You lift your body up off the bed, arms are shaking so bad you can barely hold yourself up. You get your knees under you and can feel your thighs shaking. You ass is now in the air you can feel the cool are in the room on your hole and you feel the rush of how vulnerable you are in this position. Reaching forward you grab a pillow and put you face in it . Not even ten seconds go by and you hear the door to the room open, pulling your head up a little you see the light from the hallway flooding the room. Putting your head back down you hear him walking in, the door shutting. Your body is shaking like crazy with nerves, your legs feel like jello and you have to concentrate to keep them up and in position. Through all this you hear him removing his clothes. The sound of his shoes coming off mixed with his belt opening and the distinct sound of the zipper going down. You hear his pants hit the floor then what you take for his shirt coming off and joining his pants. You feel the bed move as he climbs up behind you. Then it happens, you feel his hand on your ass rubbing your cheeks up to your lower back. Your body jumps on the contact, but it also calms you to know that he's not just going to rape you right off. One hand slips down and starts to massage your balls and cock. While the other travels over your exposed hole, you hear yourself emit a little moan of please as he works your cock and balls. Then something happens that you have never even thought of. You feel the wetness of his tongue and the stubble of his beard on your ass, his tongue probes into your crack and makes contact with your hole. You jump a little with the sensation, but he grabs your cheeks and spreads them open, and you really feel his tongue on you. Licking your hole and slightly penetrating. You hear yourself groaning at the pleasure this brings you. Never expecting to feel this at all. The tension in your body starts to ebate and you feel everything in you start to relax. You feel the pressure of his tongue and you hole yields to it and you feel yourself open up to it. A little laugh almost escapes from you as you realize that some guy has his tongue up your ass, but then you feel him start to really work your hole with it and all thought just goes away, in its place the most primal feeling you have ever had in your life takes over. You want his cock in you! And you want it now! As if he can read your mind he pulls back and starts rubbing your hole again with his finger. Then you hear the top of the lube bottle pop open and your mind starts wandering again. You are thinking to yourself. "I am on a bed in a hotel room, lights off, naked with my ass in the air. There is a man behind me, ready to mount me. He is going to put his cock inside of me". You feel your whole body flush at this thought. You are giving yourself over to him for his pleasure. You feel your cock twitch at the thought of how primal this is, two men fucking. You are a man about to let another man fuck you. You are pulled back from your thoughts by a question from him, the first words spoken by either of us. You realize you didn't hear what he said so you ask him to repeat his question. He asks if you are still okay with bareback, without any hesitation you reply yes. You hear him stroking his cock with the lube, then feel his slicked up fingers on your hole getting it ready, you feel a finger enter you and you groan with pleasure at the feeling of it. Realizing what is going to replace the finger you start to tense up and the nerves start to take over again. You can hear him wiping his hand on the towel, then feel the bed move as he gets into position behind you. He starts to rub your ass again, his touch calming you a little. Then you feel it. The head of his cock brushes your hole. You tense up even though you know what's about to happen. He's still rubbing your ass with one hand while the other is holding his cock up to your hole. You feel him start to apply pressure and you think to yourself. No way it's going to fit in there. But then you feel your hole start to open for him. He keeps steady pressure and you realize the head has gone in, but it's stopped. He talks for the second time telling you to just relax and no tense up. He will take it nice and easy. You feel his word start to calm you a little. All the while he has kept the steady pressure going, you start to feel yourself opening for him. Little by little you feel your inner ring expand to let him in. You can feel his cock as it slowly starts to enter you. You feel him grab your hips as as he increases the pressure and your hole opens even more for him. Then next thing you realize, you can feel his body pressed up against you. He asks if you are okay, and you hear yourself saying yes. But in your mind you are saying, I just let a man I have never met put his cock in me raw. Part of you is so turned on at the thought, while another is freaking out. Before you can think of much more you feel himself start to move in you. Slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. You feel your hole start to relax and really open up for him. The pain you felt when he was pushing into you is being replaced with a feeling of fullness and also some pleasure. He starts to move a little faster. Pulling out then back in, with each stroke your hole opens more for him. He has one hand on your back while the other reaches around to feel your cock. You jump at the sensation, your cock twitches as he grabs it and strokes a couple of times. He leans back up and grabs your hips again and starts into a steady rhythm of fucking you. He starts to moan and tell you how good it feels to have is cock in a mans ass bare. And he does not know how long he can last as the feeling of it is getting him close. You tell him how turned on you are by the thought of making him cum and that you love the feeling of his raw cock in you. He grips your hips and tells you he can't hold out much longer, then asks you where you want him to cum. You hear yourself say "in me" before you even realize what you have said , he grabs your hips and pushes all the way in you and starts to moan. You feel the base of his cock throb and feel the wetness of his cum as he shoots it inside of you. You feel his cock moving in short little strokes as he fills your hole with his seed. He starts to massage your back as his orgasm subsides and he starts to move his cock in band out of you again, you can feel how slick you are from his cum inside of you. His cock lubed with it now. His breathing slowly returns to normal. Then you feel him pull out and chilled air in the room hits your hole. Then you feel something running down your balls and realize some of his cum has leaked out. You feel your whole body start to relax and realize just how tensed up you were. You slide forward to lay on your stomach, he lays not to you. He asks if that it okay. And that he knows that this was supposed to be anon cum n go, but really wants to make use I enjoyed it. You roll over on your side and tell him yes, you really enjoyed it. He tells you how much he liked it raw with you and it had been so long since had fucked anyone bareback. He gets up off the bed and goes into the bathroom to clean up. Then comes out, puts his clothes back on. You roll back on your stomach and he leaves. You lay there with a million thoughts going through your head. But the one that stands out the most both makes you feel satisfied and scared at the same time. You just let a guy that you have never met fuck you bareback, and you let him cum inside of you.

Pt2 Your ad is posted and you feel the rush of anticipation, and some doubt of who will reply or if anyone will at all. You have your email open in one tab and open another and decide to check out xtube. You do a search for anon bareback and start watching some videos of me fucking raw and primal. Your own cock is throbbing with a need of its own, you start to play with your hole thinking how you want to be the bottom in the scenes you are watching. It all looks so hot to you, but you know how afraid you are to think about another man entering you bare. You check your email tab and see that there are three emails, your heart starts pumping as you look at them. Opening the first one you read "Still looking?" And nothing else. The second is a younger guys with stats that sound impressive, but no pic to back it up. You open the third and start to read, guy your age looking for his first experience with another guy, wants to take it slow. Also wants to make out and maybe some oral. As you are reading you see another email in your inbox. You quickly open this one and find its a guy a little older than you. About the same build, but bigger cock with a picture to prove it. Your heart is racing over this one and you have clicked reply before you even realize what you are doing. Fingers flying over the keyboard asking if he's looking for what you described in the ad. And if looking for tonite. You click send before the big head starts telling you what to do. You immediately start clicking refresh on your email expecting instant gratification. Other emails pop in, but you ignore them, looking for his reply to you. A minute or two goes by and you see a reply from him. Yes he is looking for anon dark room. The thought really turns him on, he also really needs to cum badly tonite. He asks where you are staying. Also wants to know if you want safe or bareback. You hit reply and tell him the hotel name and general location, pausing on the last question. You think for a few minutes, then just start typing. Love the thought of Bareback and would love to try it, but concerned about catching something. You admit you are married and really want feel what a real cock feels like, but are afraid. Your body is shaking a little as you hit send. You again start the refresh of your email. Knowing it will take some time for a reply, or you might not even get one at all if what you said turns him off. But his reply takes even less than the first. He tells you that he normally only plays safe, but would love to feel his cock in a nice hole without the condom. He understands your concerns and will leave it up to you. He knows where the hotel is and lives about ten minutes away. You click reply again and your fingers hover over the keyboard fighting an inner battle of which way to go. You know what you want! You know you won't be satisfied! You start typing that you really want Bareback and want to know what it's like to have a cock in you without the condom on. You click send before you can stop yourself. Less than a minute goes by this time and his reply is in your inbox. He says okay lets do it bareback and he's ready to come now, just tell him okay. You heart is pounding now, the thought of him fucking you has you so excited and nervous all at the same time, you click reply and type okay clicking send without even thinking about it. You push the laptop away and think to yourself, this is it, you just set up the fantasy you have always wanted. You look at your hands and they are shaking with the nerves going through your body. You look back at the laptop and see he has replied. You open the email and it says. "On my way"

Tom’s style was merciless, he pounded my hole with only his pleasure in mind. The head of his beer can thick cock frequently would slip from my hole and he would simply slam it back inside. I must has been screaming with joy as he opened my ass wider still using only the Henry’s cum as lube. “Man you take cock like a pro for just having your cherry popped kid,” Tom commented as he hammered away. “You like my cum filled ass?” “Jesus yes. I hope you’re ready for another load cause I’m going to fill you up.” He quickened his pace and switched from bucking long dick fucking to jack hammering his engorged tool into my now swollen and stretched sphincter. As he hammered away I could feel spurt after spurt of cum shooting deep into my intestines till at last Tom was still and he held his cock inside my hole while he caught his breath. A thin layer of sweat had formed over the man and he looked like a Greek God from where I lay. Slowly Tom slid his now soft cock out of me and collapsed on the bed next to me. He pulled my face towards him and kissed me again stuffing his tongue in my mouth. “You’re gonna be popular with a hole like that.” “I can’t believe I’ve gotten fucked twice already. I thought I would be lucky to find maybe one guy to fuck me, but two. Wow.” “You could get more,” Henry chimed in, “the night’s still young.” Henry crawled on top of me and kissed first me and then Tom before sliding down my body and lifting my legs in the air exposing my hole once again. “Damn, you really stretched out his hole with that cock of yours,” he commented to Tom and began to lick around my swollen hole. He was rewarded with a small glob of cum that I felt leak from my hole and Henry put my legs down to move up and kiss Tom with their loads still in his mouth. I watched them pass the cum back and forth between the two of them before it was returned to Henry’s mouth and he moved his way down Tom’s body. At first it looked as though he were only going to suck Tom’s cock but then he lifted Tom’s legs like he had just done mine exposing the jock’s round beautiful furry ass and dove in hungrily. Henry pushed the cum he held in his mouth into Tom’s hairy hole with his tongue and then licked his way up the boy’s taint and cock before briefly swallowing his cock hole. Henry pulled off of Tom’s cock and looked up at the now panting jock, “Man I wanna fuck you.” “God yes! But I haven’t been fucked in a long time so it’ll take some work to get your monster up my shoot.” “How about this, our young friend here will eat out your hole while I go find his next top so I can breed your sweet ass while he gets one more load before I take him to the sling room.” “Sounds like a deal,” and Tom spun around on the bed so that his hole was right in my face. “Sure,” I said staring at Tom’s tight pink pucker surrounded by dark brown hair. “Any preference on whose next kid?” “The thicker the better,” the coarseness of my own statement surprised me a little, “I liked feeling all stretched out around your cocks,” and I reached back to finger my own hole while I moved my face closer to Tom’s ass.

We didn’t have to look far, as soon as Henry stood up I saw standing in the door way a tall All-American sorta guy with short cropped brown hair, a swimmer’s body with generous patches of hair growing all over the place and a white towel that was tenting out something fierce. Henry walked over to the guy and extended his hand and introduced himself. “Tom,” the guy replied and stepped into the room. I guessed that he was about twenty-four. “Now Tom, would you believe that that boy laying on the bed with his legs still spred wide and my load dripping out of his ass was a virgin an hour ago.” “No shit?” “No shit, and not only that, today is his 18th birthday.” “That’s one hell of a birthday kid,” Tom addressed to me, and then turning to Henry, “So are you getting to have the fun or are other people getting a shot at him?” “He says he wants more so I suppose go ahead.” Henry stepped to the side and Tom walked over to me. I was extatic, not only had I gotten my cherry popped by a gorgous man, now I was about to be fucked by a guy I would have pegged for a straight jock. Tom undid his towel and let it fall to the floor right before he climbed on the bed and got between my legs. I couldn’t believe the size of his cock, Henry’s was big, but this guy had a can of Guinness with a mushoom on top for a dick. Tom leaned in and kissed me deeply, his cock finding my cummy hole. “Happy birthday,” he started to press inside of me.

I felt heat. In that moment all that I felt was heat and a deep yearning the likes of which I had never felt before. I didn’t care that Henry had left the door open or that I had already seen two guys walk past and take note of my virgin hole being opened wide. “Mmmm,” Henry moaned behind me, “Such a nice sweet twink hole. Love your little pink pucker,” and he dove back in. Henry kept a firm grip on my ass cheeks keeping them spread apart for himself with his massive rough calloused hands. I could feel his salt and pepper beard scraping against my crack every time he moved up and down, and it only added to the joy that I was getting from him opening up my virgin hole with his talented tongue. Something new began to press at my hole along with Henry’s tongue and as it slipped inside I realized that it was Henry’s middle finger. Slowly, very slowly, he slid his long thick digit inside of me, pressing deeper then his tongue had been able to, and all the while keeping up his hungry lapping at my ass lips. He twisted the finger about, slowly with drawing it and then sinking it back in. I rocked back against his finger, pushing my hips up and willing my hole to open wider to take more inside. He must have sensed that I was ready for more because I soon felt a second finger pushing on my hole and after a brief moment of pain, it slid inside too. I gasped and Henry stopped his rabid eating of my hole to ask, “You all right?” “Yeah, I've just never been fingered before.” “You’ve never been fingered? Jesus, have you even been fucked before?” “No.” “Fuck. Now that’s hot. You sure you’re doing all right though?” “Yes, don’t stop. I want more.” Henry dove back between my cheeks and began spilling his ring finger inside of me as well. The third finger took longer then the first two, and I moaned loudly as it finally made its way inside of my hole. And just as Henry started to twist all three fingers around in my hole something changed, I felt as though my hole had suddenly opened wide, as if it had accepted it’s fate and was now ready to swallow Henry’s whole hand. “Oh shit you hole just fucking bloomed boy, you want more fingers or do you wanna try something else?” The sensation of his fingers twisting and sliding in and out of my well-opened hole was over loading my brain to the point where all I could gasp out was, “Yes.” Henry chuckled to himself and said, “Something else it is.”

Henry talked rapidly about things as we walked back to his room, but I was too excited to say much of anything. I was only minutes away from my first real sexual experience with a man and I couldn’t wait. His room was one of the first ones when just after the main lounge area, and Henry quickly unlocked the door with the key around his wrist. Once unlocked he held the door wide for me to go into the small room first. I looked around the little space, a small table on one side, a mirror on the ceiling, and, in the middle of the room, a queen sized mattress on a metal bed frame. I turned to say something to him and he caught me in his arms pulling me close and kissing me. His beard scratched my face and I loved it. I felt him pushing his tongue into my mouth and happily I accepted his tongue, and returned the favor. For a few long moments we stayed like that pressed together tight with our tongues intertwined; until I felt something pressing against my leg. Henry’s cock had started to grow and it felt large, but before I could reach down to feel it Henry started to fall to his knees. He landed softly with his face now at the level of my crotch, my breath quickened. I had seen enough porn to know what happened next, and true to form Henry did just as he was expected. He deftly undid my towel and let it fall to the ground as he, in one gulp, swallowed my average sized cock. There is nothing in porn or erotica that can prepare you for the first time a man swallows your cock whole. I honestly thought that I had died and gone to heaven. His mouth was like warm velvet as he slathered all over my cock, sucking and bobbing up and down. The ecstatic mixture of sensations was almost too much for me and I felt my load building up in my balls. Henry must have sensed it too because right at that moment he pulled of my cock and took both of my nuts in his mouth. I felt my orgasm subsiding with this new sensation and I moaned ever louder. After a few minutes Henry released my nut too and stood back up pulling me into a kiss. I tasted my own salty musk on his tongue and my cock throbbed for more. “Get on the bed,” he whispered, “I wanna eat your ass. Have you ever had your ass eaten kid?” “No never.” “Good,” and he spun me around and half carried half tossed me onto the bed on all fours. My virgin ass was now exposed to him and I hoped that my mission would be completed sooner rather then later. After a brief pause I felt something warm and wet on my hole and I realized a moment later that it was Henry’s tongue. It felt so good as it lapped past my hole, tickling my tight little sphincter. Every once in a while his tongue would press hard against my hole, trying to gain enter to that still virgin territory and I would arch my back in response willing my hole to open for his tongue. It seemed like forever before it happened, and perhaps it was that I had relaxed, or perhaps it was the amount of spit now on my hole or the previously unknown attention that it had received that did it, but suddenly I felt my hole bloom and open for Henry’s tongue. It seemed to have been a moment that Henry had been waiting for because as soon as my hole loosened his tongue redoubled it efforts at entry and he began fucking me with his tongue. I was wild with lust and as I tossed my head from one side to the other I noticed that Henry had not closed the door.

I've worked for TIM, and I was fully informed when I was negative whether my scene partner's status was different than my own. For the record, I was a young man too (22 at the time) and I knew full well what I was getting into.

Just stumbled on this thread today while checking out new posts- funny-- I was used hard last night by a dom top fister. Played in a small room of the waterfront house he was staying at- all tiled floor, 1 small dorm type bed with stained comforter and a couple of pillows obviously stained with lube and cum. And 2 plastic chairs- the type you normally would use out on the deck. Once we were both in the room, he closed the door, shut the blinds on the one window, and we stripped. For the next 2 hours he fucked my throat, fisted my hole, used dildos on me, fucked , and when my hole finally began to wear out, he fucked in one huge load. Post orgasm, I laid there on my back, allowing his seed to drip deeper up into my gut. When we began, he had brought in 4 beers- I sipped a little out of 1, but soon was too busy servicing him to have any more. He drank all 3 full cans, plus the rest of mine. As we chilled out , he told me to get on the floor on all 4's, ass to him. I suspected what was to come, so I got on my knees, backed my ass up to him, he was sitting in one of the plastic chairs- and felt him prying my hole apart and pushing his cock in. I dropped my shoulders as close to the floor as I could, and quickly felt the hot stream begin filling me -thanks to all the J Lube and grease in my ass, there was no issue with the flow going in deeper and deeper- he pissed at least 2 or the 4 cans back into me- or more. I stayed ass high and shoulders down after he pulled out- never lost a drop. He then began pinching my ass lips and slapping my hole, then rested his legs on my back for an additional 10 minutes before I was let up- I got on the bed ass up and relaxed,hoping all that piss would get deep and not rush out when I stood. Another 5 minutes, and then I could feel the rush trying to come - and headed to the bathroom and dumped a huge piss load out in two back to back flushes. Left, and went to the gay bar- but my ass was still draining/seeping J Lube and piss, so I only stayed for a beer and split

I have this fantasy too. I would love to have some hot muscle stud drug me and fuck me repeatedly. Maybe even have a few others come over and do the same. See how many loads my ass can hold.

I have always wanted that, have even found a FB that would slip me GBH roofie with my consent but we are too afraid to aproach drug dealers and ask, as we don;t indulge in drugs otherwise. I think i would wake up without as I am a light sleeper. I would love to wake up with ass full of cum (maybe even poz somday) and not know who or what happened.. By the way in an earlier post what is V ??

I live in Netherlands and castration is not done here not even voluntarily, so if anyone knows anyone that can and will do it properly then I will travel within northern Europe (f, g, b, l, uk, nl) my cock would look so much better without that sack

My ass was working the plug as best as possible as he was preparing to leave the room. I wanted to be fucked more so bad and this was the end? As he got close to the door he grabbed a cell phone that was on the little table near it. He picked it up and appeared to dial a number. I listened as best as possible to the conversation...I could make out "he is a pig and likes to be fucked and is ready for more. Make sure I have a video to show him what he did tomorrow, since he is likely to forget parts." He put the phone down, came back over to me and put a different hood on, one that covered my eyes, but allowed leaving the piss gag in place. I then heard the faint sound of him walking across the floor and the door open, then close. I was so fucking horny and was stuck here tied in to the sling. I tried to work the plug as best I could on my own to gain pleasure from it. Some time went by and then I heard some noise outside the door. I tried my best to pay attention...even though all I could think about was getting fucked. Next thing I know I hear the door open and I hear voices. "Look at that pig ready to get fucked" and "bet he can take a ton. Look at the size of that plug. This will make for some great footage" I feel my heart start to pound even more. Next thing I know I feel hands on my cock, my ass and my chest...there are so many I can't keep track. I hear "this pig is ours, lets teach him a thing or two." I hear a few voices say "yeah!" I am trying to pay attention, but it is hard. Soon I feel a hand at my head and hear "hey pig, you are going to swallow my piss." soon after I start to feel the piss in my mouth through the gag. I am excited to be getting some attention again. As this is happening I can feel something placed around my forearm. I am figuring at this point it is another injection coming in my arm. I don't resist since I can't see what is happening. Soon after I feel the prick in my arm....then a warm sensation again...then the attempt to caugh. As I am trying to caugh I feel the plug being removed. I hear "look at that hole. It needs to be worked! Give him your fucking cock man." Then I feel it, cock going in. It is big and going in deep. I can't get enough. He is working me hard and fast...I can feel the sling working back and forth...his big cock slipping in and out fast, hard and deep. I just want it more and more. I groan as best as possible with the gag in my mouth and that casues him to work harder. I have never felt anything like this and all I can think is how much i like it. I hear the other vocies "fuck yeah man. This is making for great footage! Fuck him man, harder! Give him your poz load man!" I hear this and at this point I don't care...I just want to be fucked...I want it more than anything. He continues to work me and I hear another guy at my head say "pig, you are going to take my chem piss." I have no choice and I am already reeling from everything. I start to get the warm piss in my mouth, of course still getting fucked like crazy. After a few more minutes I am ever higher and just feel myself wanting all of this more and more. I hear the guy fucking me get loud and say "I am gonna poz him." Soon after I feel his cock enlarge and the load shoot deep in me. After he pulls out I hear "lets double fuck him. I know he can take it" I feel someone slip my hands and feet out of the restraints and then they help me to my feet, Of course I have some trouble but they help. One of them removes the piss gag from my mouth. I am helped on to a platform and told to "sit on his cock" of course I can see it so I am guided. It feels great as I sit on it and it works deep in me. Within seconds I feel someone pushing on my back, pushing me down flat. I then feel the pressure at my hole...and then without warning I feel the second cock slip in...balls deep. I let out a huge moan and hear "yeah, double fuck that ass" It feels amazing, I feel the two cocks working my hole, stretching it out, working in and out. The guy on top works his cock in deep and vigourous for at least 15 minutes...then he starts pulling it out all the way and ramming it back in next to the other cock...burying it deep in my hole. I cant get enough! This goes on for what feels lke forever. Then the guy on top pulls out and says "turn over on your back and sit on that cock Boy" I require some help since I still can't see. They turn me over and slip me back on to the cock below, and of course I then feel the second cock in my ass. About the same time I feel something at my lips and it is a cock and it is worked deepin to my throat. All of the pleasure is jsut amazing to me and I can get enough. Two cocks in my ass and one in my mouth. The two fucking my ass start to work harder at fucking my hole. They both say I am going to cum and shortly after I can feel thier loads in my ass. On cue the guy fucking my mouth shoots his load and I have no choice but to swallow it. "Damn what a fucking pig" they say. "Think he is done?" "Hell no he isn't" Of course all I want is MORE!! "Lets try something else" "Yeah man...do that!!" I can only guess what is next for me...and I don't even care. I just want more!! I feel someone grab my cock and start to rub it. Next thing I feel something cold at the tip of my cock. I then start to feel something work down inside my cock. I know this to be a sound as I have played with them before. I feel it working in and out of my cock and the I feel the guy put it in deep and stop. Next I feel pressure at my hole. I feel something small, must be a finger. Then more and more. I gather this to be a fist...and I am liking it! Right after I feel the fourth finger I feel somthign cold at my ass. I feel it slip in next to the fingers and inside me. Then it happens...the electricity starts. I don't expect it and cry out a scream from the shcok through my dick and deepin to my ass. Of course as this has happened the guy has now put in his entire fist and I didn't even know it. I feel another shock and with that my ass works farther on to the fist....again and again and again...I can feel the fist fucking me...and it is going in deeper and deeper with each shock. "Yeah give him more. He can take it! I want to see him take it to the elbow! Make sure all that poz cum stays deep inside him! More and more and more. I was now enjoying it...anticipating the shock and the fist that worked in deeper behind. Now there was a cock at my mouth and I sucked on it. The shocking continued...as each one happened I worked forward on to the cock in my mouth and the fist work in farther. "Man you did it. You got him up to the elbow! I knew he could do it! His master is going to love this video!" The guy fisting me pulled out and them worked back in, slow and deep. I had never felt that full in my hole. I liked it and didn't want it to stop. All I could say between sucking the cock in my mouth was, more fuck me more! With that he did...working his hand in and out of my hole wiht long deep motions. After he felt I had enough they worked me back to the sling, restrained me again and started to fuck me again. Each taking turns. I really didn't know how many there were, but I guessed 5. I was in such deep pleasure getting fucked one after the other, feeling thier loads deep in me, hearing them groan in extasy as they filled me with thier poz loads. I wasn't even focusing on time anymore...all I cared about was having my ass filled with whatever! Then I heard "How is my pig boy doing for you?" A resoudning "amazing" filled the room. My man said "Great. Alright guys, now he needs his rest. Where is the video?" "Man really? we were having such a great time working his ass?" "Yes, he is mine and now it is time for us. You can come back tomorrow." And with that I heard them leave and the door close. It was now just my Master and I. He came to my head and removed the mask. He asked how I was doing. I told him that I had never imagined that I would have a night like that I was feeling amazing! He replied with "great. Now it is time for you to rest" He took me upstairs and led me to his room. "After you are done sleeping Boy, we can look at your film!" When I woke up he was there laying next to me. Beer can cock laid pressed against the small of my back. "Sleep well boy?" I replied with a yes. "Remeber your long night yesterday?" I replied with not entirely. He said "I figured that would be the case. So I had it recorded so you could watch." With that he hit play on the remote and I started to watch the evening as it had unfolded. I was completely amazed at what I had done and I could feel my cock getting stiff. He reached around the front of me and grabbed my cock and said "I thought so. I knew you liked it! Now you are my little poz boy. You will live with me and service me and my friends." I looked in his eyes and he know that was what I wanted. With that he tied off my arm, waited for the vein to show and slipped the full syringe in my arm. I caughed and he said "Time for round two!" And with the he slid his huge cock deep balls deep in my ass.

YES. I have been in a seriomixed relationship for TWENTY TWO years - in fact, we're getting married on our 22nd Anniversary this weekend, now that it's legal here in NY. He has for our 22 years been neg, and I have been poz the whole time (26 years in fact) I'm undetectable and have been on the same med cocktail for 12 years. It can work out, obviously, and work out well - just be aware what you are doing and communicate. He is a total top, and I mostly top - and from our second date we've had an open sexual relationship. He knew my status, and knew my libido was more active than his, and he also knew that my tastes in men were broader and my range of sexual activities far wider than his. We've enjoyed three-ways together, group sex and sex parties together and have each played alone many times when the other is not available (he works nights - including Fri & Sats, I work days...). We never play apart when the other is available. Since he works almost every Friday & Saturday, he's actually happy I'm not sitting home bored, knowing I'm not seeking any other emotional relationships. He knows I BB with other poz guys, and oddly he does envy me that a bit. However, his choice is to stay safe, though he has topped me without a condom a good number of times. He's also a voyeur type (not my thing) and I an exhibitionist, so even when we go to sex parties together, he usually shoots in 15-20 minutes then watches while I play for another couple of hours (and he maybe reloads). It has worked for us, but you neither partner can have a jealousy issue and again you both must know and respect the needs and desires of the other!

On another bored night recently, I chatted up my buddy, and finally called him up. "Come on over and I'll rape you!" he told me excitedly, so I drove on over. It'd been weeks since I'd had a fuck, and he was just as eager to see me, running his hands over my ass and stroking me as I walked into his place just ahead of him. I was quickly stripped down and climbing onto the bed as he grasped my cheeks and began working my hole with his tongue. I arched my back and presented myself for him, and he was quickly hard and ready for me, as I felt him straighten up and nudge the head of his cock against my ass. He handed me the poppers, and I felt lube trickle from the bottle in his hand over my opening and the shaft of his cock, before he began pushing into me. "Go slow..." I pleaded. "I haven't been fucked since I saw you last." He paused, holding the base of his cock in one hand and my hip in the other, as I slowly moved, backing down on his dick and opening my ass around his shaft. I worked in slow strokes, sinking down little by little until he was fully in me... and then he moved forward onto the bed, pinning me on my stomach under him as he began to fuck me. "Are you my little bareback bitch?" He was asking me. I moaned and writhed under him as his cock stroked deep into my ass, agreeing, and calling myself a hole, nothing but a pig faggot for his cock, a cum slut, everything I could think of, as he worked me, feeling his body pinning me down, opened up for him, trapped as he fulfilled his promise to rape my ass. He pulled out, and I begged him to let me be on top, so I got to climb onto him, sink down on his cock, and ride it hard as I took another hit of poppers. I stayed on top as he cupped my ass in his hands, letting me use my hole to work his dick vigorously. "You wanna cum in me?" I asked. "Can't..." he said back. "Can't cum like this right now..." "Okay..." I climbed off his cock and laid back, legs up, as I watched him shift position, pinning me under him again. My legs were held up over his shoulders as I watched him put his cockhead against my hole, and shove into me in one good stroke. I looked down, stroking my half-hard cock wildly and pleading for him to fuck me hard, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts as he began pounding into me, balls-deep. Very soon, his strokes sped up, becoming uneven and wild, and he slammed deep, giving me his load, holding his cock inside for a long time, until he slowly began to pull out... then suddenly withdrew the head of his cock with a jerk, leaving my abused hole open just a little, trickling with lube and cum... and as I rinsed off in his shower afterward, I felt the rest of his load dripping from my ass, hot and slick...