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There is a certain sort of clarity that comes from finally knowing one’s place in the world, of finally knowing what one is meant to do with one's life. Some find this clarity in work, others in art, still others in family; I, however, found it in one thing: cock. Laying on my bed naked, three fingers thrust deep into my cum filled hole I felt at peace with the universe. In that moment I knew that, from then on, all I would need to be happy was a fat cock shooting cum deep inside my hole. I closed my eyes and, fingers deep inside myself feeling the cum that flooded my guts, remembered the cock that had put the cum there. He had been the one to message me, one of half dozen men to message me as I got to NYC and checked into my hotel. Most had been gross old trolls but this man stuck out amongst from the crowd. At thirty-five he was sixteen years my elder, but Jesus he was sexy. A strong handsome face, a bright winning smile, and a broad muscular chest covered in thick dark hair and strapped with a black leather harness made his profile picture almost impossible to look away from. His woof was quickly followed by a message. Hey there kiddo. Cute pic. Name’s Steve. How are you? I responded quickly. Hey! Chad here. I’m good, I just got into town. I’m staying for a week, a birthday gift from my parents. They sent you all the way to NYC by yourself? Yeah, got me tickets to a bunch of shows too. I told them all I wanted was a week seeing theatre in NYC on my own for my birthday. That’s awesome. I had a few other things in mind as well. Oh really? Like what? Well there aren’t that many real men in Central Illinois where I’m from hoping to have some fun while I’m here. Cute boy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding fun in the city. Haha. Thanks. So what are you looking for then? I’m honestly not really sure, I don’t have a lot of experience. I know I like to bottom, and that I’m attracted to older guys, especially muscular hairy ones, but that’s about it. Well I think I’m good for a few of those. lol. Yeah for sure. You got any more pics cutie? My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was interested in me. I sent him a picture of me in a pare of light blue briefs that I thought showed off my fit runner’s body best. Very cute boy, love that you’re letting your chest hair grow in. Very hot. I smiled, I was quite proud of the patch of light brown hair that grew between my pecs and the narrow swath of hair that ran down into my crotch. Thanks! His next response was the zoomed out version of his profile picture. It was a mirror shot in a full-length mirror, Chad stood naked in a brightly lit bedroom. My eyes quickly drifted down the fur-covered abs to the dense patch of pubes out of which sprouted a long, soft, fat cock, it’s broad mushroom head hanging low over large balls. I couldn’t stop staring at it. My mouth watered and I felt my hole twitch. This man was unlike anything I had ever seen in my hometown, he was a god. You like? He messaged. God yes! I’m at work just now, but I only live a few blocks from work at 46/8 if you wanna come over and hang out. My heart thudded even faster. I pulled up Google maps and looked at the distance from the Hotel Edison where I was staying to 46th and 8th. I gasped out loud when I realized I was only one block over. When do you get off. I get done with work in an hour, but I don’t get off till later I sent him my phone number and said, text me when you’re done then and we’ll hang out! Great! See you in like an hour then kid. I felt like I couldn’t breath, my cock was hard as a rock and my heart was thundering in my chest. I ran and took a shower stroking my cock a little but being careful not to cum, and then laid on my bed naked scrolling through porn on tumblr while I waited. Almost an hour to the minute my phone buzzed again with a message from an New York area code number. Hey boy, it’s Chad. I’m just getting done now. I should be home in like 15, if you wanna come over in 20. Sound’s perfect! I replied. If I had been restless before now I was positively bounding off the walls. I paced up and down still naked, my six inch cock hard and shinning with precum. It was as if I could not be still, I was so excited and nervous that I was simply a bundle of energy. After about fifteen minutes I grabbed a pair of briefs out of my suitcase, and then thought better of them and just pulled on a pair of tight fitting jeans without them. I slipped on a black wife beater, and tugged on my shoes hurriedly before dashing out the door. He texted me his address saying that he was home now, just as I practically ran into the lobby of the hotel. I punched in the address to Google Maps and darted out the door. His place was less then a five-minute walk, and as I hurried along the street I could feel by breath coming in short ragged bursts. Keeping my head down I scurried past the doorman in the lobby of his apartment and slipped onto an elevator before he could notice me. I got off on the 31’s floor and then, hands trembling, knocked on the door for apartment 31E as instructed. There was a long moment of silence and then with a soft clock the door opened. I felt like there was no air in my chest and I took in his beautiful impressive form. He stood bold as brass, his door swung wide, in a pair of low slung basketball shorts that tented out at the crotch, his muscular hairy torso exposed for all to see. He smiled a broad bright toothy grin, and said, “Perfect timing boy, come on in.” He stepped back letting me into the apartment and then closing the door after me. “You want a beer or something?” “Yeah,” I stammered, “a beer would be nice.” “Great, make yourself at home.” He gestured to the brightly lit white walled living room as he walked into the kitchen. As he walked away I noticed a small thin patch of dark hair in the small of his back and the waistband of what had to be a jockstrap sticking up from his red shorts. My cock again twitching I was walked into the living room and perched on the edge of the couch my leg bouncing with nerves. After a few moments Chad returned with two beers. He seemed to have shifted his shorts down further on his waist as now a thin sliver of white jock waistband could be seen over his shorts in the front as well. He sat down on the couch, just out of touching range and handed me one of the beers. We sat for a little while talking about my life in Illinois, what he did for work, all the while sipping on the beer. I didn’t notice it at first but Chad was slowly shifting closer and closer to me but after thirty or so minutes I realized that his hairy leg was now touching my denim covered one. Chad kept talking as though nothing could change but I felt heat rising up my leg from where his knee touched mine. As he asked me questions about what I was studying in college his hand slipped onto my knee, at first it was still and then slowly he started to rub my thigh. What came next happened so fast that had I blinked I would have missed his move. Chad shifted and suddenly had me wrapped in his arms, his mouth inches from mine. A heartbeat later his mouth was pressed to mine, his tongue quickly invading my mouth. I melted into him, giving myself over to his embrace returning his kiss with equal passion and hunger. His hands swarmed over my body and mine did the same running across his bare skin feeling the heat coming off of his torso. My cock strained against my jeans as his hands drifted down my narrow torso to my crotch. “Tell me what you want,” he said in a husky whisper. “I don’t know,” I said honestly, my inexperience showing. “Well this seems like it could use some attention,” he said rubbing my throbbing cock through my jeans, “You want me to suck your dick?” “Sure,” I replied. Chad pulled away from me, his hands grasping at my shirt pulling it off over my head and then tossing it off to the side. He slid down onto the floor getting between my knees. Quickly he unbuttoned my pants and pulled the off of my tossing them aside as well. I sat on his couch fully naked my six-inch cock hard as a rock staring at him. Chad smiled that winning smile again and lent forward to take my cock into his handsome mouth. It wasn’t difficult for him to swallow my whole cock, and soon he was slathering the whole thing with his warm spit. I groaned, feeling hear rising in side of me far to quickly. I was far too horny and far too young and inexperienced to withstand such a talented mouth as his for very long. Chad seemed to know that and soon let my cock spring from his mouth. He stood up in front of me and as he stood pushed down his shorts. They fell to the floor in a heap and he kicked them off now standing before me in a bulging white Bike jockstrap. There was that smile again. My breath left my chest, and my heart thundered, as he pulled the pouch to the side allowing his fat cock to flop out. He was only just starting to get hard and already his cock was thick and plump. “How about you get on your knees and get my cock hard.” He phrased his request playfully but somehow I knew that the only possible answer to his question was yes. I slid from the couch onto the plush carpeted floor and after swallowing hard a few times reached out to take his semi hard cock in trembling hands. It was warm and meaty to the touch; I held it for a long moment before opening my mouth and leaning forward to take the slowly swelling head in my mouth. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could finding it more and more difficult to take as his member became engorged, growing to its full impressive size. I struggled to work the entire length of his cock slobbering all over it, my face becoming covered in spit and cock juice and precum oozed from his cock. Chad seemed to enjoy my sloppy blowjob, his hands resting on the back of my head as me murmured encouragements, “Yeah boy, work that dick, get it all nice and wet.” I’m not sure how long I sucked his cock but by the time he pulled his cock from my mouth my jaw was sore and his cock had swollen to be almost nine inches long and about as thick around as a beer can. “You suck a lot of cock back home kid,” he asked, that smile flashing across his face again. “No, and yours is by far the biggest I’ve ever sucked.” “Then you must be a natural bourn cocksucker.” I laughed a little nervously and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “You ever been rimmed kid?” “No, most of the guy’s I’ve been with have thought it was gross.” “Then they aren’t fit to fuck you. Get on the couch and pull your knees into your chest.” I did as I was told and got on the couch with my ass at the edge of the cushion and lent back pulling my knees to my chest and exposing my hole. “Damn,” Chad said kneeling down in front of my ass. “Such a hot furry hole on a boy your age, you’re one hot little fucker did you know that?” I blushed. “No seriously, I love fucking boys your age, nineteen, twenty-ish, but most of them are either smooth or shave their asses it’s nice to see a boy who lets his ass and hole be furry the way they are supposed to be.” With that he lent forward and ran his tongue up my hole. I gasped I had never felt anything like it. The warmth of his tongue on my hole sent shockwaves through my body. I moaned loudly as he began to work my hole in earnest. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It was like he was making out with my hole, licking around the edges, pressing his tongue against my still resisting hole. He was slickening my ass with his spit desperately trying to work his tongue inside of me. I had only been fucked a few times and not very recently so my hole was very tight and put up quite a fight before ever so slowly giving way to the unrelenting pressure from Chad’s tongue. I groaned loudly as his tongue made it’s first foray into my hole, but he did not stop there licking all around he pressed more and more of his tongue into me. When he had exhausted the extent to which his tongue could penetrate my defenses Chad slicked one of his fingers with spit and, still licking around the edges of my tight hole, pressed the digit inside of me. My groans turned to whimpers as I was penetrated slowly buy his probing finger. Chad twisted his finger around in my hole pulling slightly to one side or another stretching my tight sphincter. Before too long he slicked up and added a second finger to my hole, causing me to gasp and groan all over again. It was the third finger that reduced me to a dull panting silence as he stretched me open. I had never felt such pleasure coming from my ass, I had known that I liked bottoming but this was beyond anything I had ever felt before. His three fingers still deep inside of me, twisting around in my innards, Chad sat back on his haunches and look at me. “You have an amazing ass kid.” His chin glistened with spit, “I have to fuck you.” I thought about his massively thick cock and imagined if his three fingers were bringing me so much pleasure how much pleasure his cock would surely bring me. “Yes,” I gasped, “please fuck me.” He twisted his fingers around some more and then went on, “there’s just one thing, I only fuck raw and I don’t pull out. If you want me to fuck me you’re getting my load shot deep in your gut.” My hole was tingling around his fingers, I had always imagined what it would be like to take a guy’s cock raw and feel him cum inside of me. I was away from home for the time in ages and who knew when the next time an opportunity to take a massive raw cock would come my way. Without ever even wondering what his status was I said in a breathy voice, “Please fuck me, I want you to cum inside me.” “Good choice boy, you have no idea what’s coming to you.” That bright toothy smile playing across his lips again he sat up and slowly withdrew his fingers from my hole. For what seemed like a very long moment I felt totally empty and longed for the full feeling that his fingers provided. Then Chad shifted forward and his cock head came to slide up and down my slick crack. He teased me for a moment before he changed his weight and brought his cock head to rest against my hole. Chad then dropped a big glob of spit on his cock and locking eyes with me, began to press forward into me. I groaned and whimpered as his broad cock head pressed against my still tight hole slowly forcing its way past the contracted muscles. For what seemed like an eternity there was only tension and pain and then all of a sudden my hole seemed to realize that it was fighting a losing battle and just gave up the fight all at once. My hole blossomed open around Chad’s invading cock swallowing the first several inches of his fat member in one swift stroke. I felt like I had been punched in the chest, and I gasped and spluttered feeling unsure of how to breath as I became accustomed to Chad’s massive cock being inside of me. He held still, his eyes shinning, allowing me to get used to his cock. Once my breathing had slowed he spat on his cock again and pressed forward another few inches. Three times we did this till I felt his large balls against my ass and I knew that he was finally completely inside of me. The was a long pause where Chad held completely still allowing my hole to become accustomed to being stretched out like it was. Then very slowly he began to slide his cock from my hole, his mushroom head rubbing against my insides sending slow tingles through me. I whimpered as his cock slipped towards my hole. This was like no cock I had felt before. All the boys who had fucked me in high school and during my first semester at university had had fairly small cocks and all had been wearing rubbers when they fucked me. I was in heaven as his mushroom head tugged at my wide stretched sphincter before popping out leaving my hole agape. I shivered for a moment feeling empty and wanting but Chad’s cock was soon pressing against my hole again his wide head keeping it from closing. Just as slowly he had drawn his cock from me he pressed it back into my waiting hole. My breath caught in my chest as he once again came to rest balls deep inside of me. “Feel good boy?” “God yes,” I groaned, “Please fuck me.” “When I’m done with you boy you’ll remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” Chad was suddenly done with being nice and gentle and with a wicked glint in his eyes he bucked back, his cock almost slipping from my hole again, and then slammed back inside of me. He hammered deep into my hole, his balls slapping against my tight ass. With each thrust a short moan escaped my lips and I felt sweat spring up across my chest and back. He fucked me like that for nearly five minutes, his ass wrecking pace never slowing for a second. His face had started to glisten with perspiration and the smell of sweat and sex hung heavy in the room. Wet sloppy sounds accompanied his every thrust now and my moans had turned into breathy whimpers. Then suddenly he bottomed out and held his cock inside of me for a long moment before pulling out completely. “Get on the floor kid,” he instructed, “I wanna be able to really wreck that hole.” A little stiffly I did as he instructed and rolled off of the couch onto the floor sticking my ass in the air and resting my chest on the carpet. “No, on your back still,” he said, “I wanna look in your eyes when I fill your hole with my spunk.” My heart skipped at that. Although I had always been a safe-sex kid now that I had felt his raw cock inside of me I knew that I wouldn’t be happy until I felt this amazing man’s load inside of me too. I flipped over and pulled my legs up, tucking my knees off to either side of my chest. Chad smiled and shifted his position. He was now directly over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders. Deftly he allined his cock with my no longer quite so tight hole and sank back into my wet innards. In this new position Chad’s enormous member punched even deeper into my guts banging away against what I felt certain had to be my inner hole. Then with one particularly powerful thrust he burst through my second sphincter his cock slamming far deeper then any cock had ever before. I practically screamed as his cock invaded yet deeper into my guts. “You like that boy?” He asked, his face now slick with sweat. “God yes.” “You like my cock wrecking your hole?” “Yes!” I called out. “How does that raw cock feel deep inside you?” Even as he spoke he still hammered away at my hole causing my answers to come in quick breathless bursts, “I love it!” “You want me to cum inside your hole boy?” “Yes!” “Good, cause even if you had said no I’m still gonna dump my load deep inside your wrecked boycunt.” No one had ever referred to my hole as a cunt before and my long forgotten cock twitched when I heard it. “Please cum inside me! I want to feel your load in my hole.” I begged. “You’ll get it soon enough.” He lent down then and shoved his tongue in my mouth. As he bent forward the angle of his cock changed and now as he slammed the full length of his cock in and out of me his massive head was bashing into my prostate with each trust. I was practically shaking it felt so good. I never wanted this brutal yet astoundingly pleasure fuck to end. Chad’s breathing had become slightly more ragged and his pounding even more ferocious, as he started changing over and over again, “Oh fuck yeah boy, take that cock.” What seemed like a glorious eternity later he locked eyes with me and said, “You ready for my load boy? You ready to get bred?” “Yes, please, fill me with your cum,” I pleaded. “Fuck yeah boy,” he growled as he slammed his pulsing cock deep as he could inside of me and unloaded a flood of semen into my waiting guts. My body was shaking and precum was running from my cock like a river and Chad slowly long dicked my hole working his load in. “Your ass feels so good with my load in it boy. How do you like having that big load from my fat POZ cock deep in your cunt.” I froze, had he just said POZ? “What,” I practically shouted, “You’re POZ! You didn’t say anything? What the fuck.” I tried to push him away but his hands were on my shoulders and he continued to fuck me slowly as I squired and tried to get away. “Why didn’t you ask if you cared,” he said, that wicked glint back in his eyes, “Besides a boy like you needs to learn that taking loads is what he’s meant for. Taking POZ loads just makes that so much easier.” My brain was telling me to fight him off and run but as he started to pick up the pace and fuck me again the pleasure coming from my hole won out and I relaxed allowing Chad to continue to use my hole as he saw fit. He fucked me once more on the floor shooting another load into my now completely wrecked hole, and then once more in his bedroom adding another two loads to my ass. When I got back to my hotel I stunk of sweat and cum but I didn’t care. As Chad’s cock had dumped it’s second load inside of me I had let go of my fears and succumb to the pleasures of raw cock in my hole. Now that I was back at my hotel room, laying naked in my bed with three fingers deep in my hole feeling the loads Chad had given me I found my self not worrying about the consequences of taking POZ loads but when I would be able to get my next load. I grabbed my phone from where it lay on the bed next to me and sent a message to Chad. This is an insane question, but… how do I get more? I’m still so fucking horny I need to get fucked again. His response came quick: I knew you were a slut at hear. Check out BBRT or if you like I can send your number to a few friends in the area who I think would be up for breeding your hole. Yes please. Ok, fasten your seatbelt kid, it’s gonna be a bumpy night.

I closed the door to my dorm room. Finally! Alone! I thought. My parents had their whole spiel about their baby boy going off to college, If they only new what I really had in mind. I'm a small town boy born and raised, corn fed you know. Brown hair, green eyes, 5'11 185 pounds, 32 inch waist, proud of my 40 inch chest and 17 inch arms. I wrestled in high school and did a little private gymnast training on the side, had a dream of becoming a Olympic medalist, but had to throw it away after I busted my knee during one competition. I'd gained a couple of pounds since I was out of training but was able to keep up with my therapy and get back in shape just before college in the fall. I was so glad to be away from home, because I knew for the first time I'd be able to do a little exploring. I knew I was gay since I started wrestling in junior high, but didn't act on it. Some people may have suspected I was gay since I never had a girlfriend, but I played it off that my parents were super religious, which wasn't far from the truth. So I was the regular good jock boy that everyone wanted but no one had. I had a bedtime until now! I locked the door, as my roommate hadn't moved in yet and I'd planned to be at the dorm a week early to have the place to myself. After plugging in my computer I began searching. I stripped off my shirt, took a couple of faceless body pose pictures and posted them to Craigslist, asking around for some tips about the scene in the area near campus. Soon the advertisement I posted received several responses containing pictures of cocks and asses, and asking me to fuck. I'll admit I jacked off to a few of them, but I really wanted to know where I could go to check out guys - aside from online. Finally I received and e-mail without pictures that read: Go to El Lobo Motel off the expressway. I immediately responded, asking for more info but received no reply. I looked up the place and found it on the outskirts of town. It literally seemed to be in the middle of no where, but there was a bar and a truck stop nearby. The hotel sounded very sleazy, but the bad boy in me gave in to curiosity. My heart raced as I stuffed a few twenties into my wallet, got into my truck and drove out to the motel, thinking in case I wanted to stay around I could have a place. I parked and walked inside to the front desk. The place looked deserted, and when I rang the bell, there was no sound. I rang it again, and I jumped when I heard someone in the back yell. "I HEARD YOU THE FIRST FUCKING TIME FAGGOT!" Out walked the man behind the voice. "Your car break down or something?" "Nah Nah...I actually needed a room." The guy paused and looked at me again. I guess I wasn't the usual type of clientele. "For how long?" he carefully asked. I couldn't help but smile - the sleaziness of it all was actually exciting. "For the night." "55...and I'll need a copy of your ID" said the clerk. I pulled out three twenties and my ID. He made a copy and wouldn't take his eyes off me. I looked around the room trying to avoid eye contact. "Room 5. Enjoy your stay" he said as he handed me a ten, a key, and unceremoniously disappeared into the backroom. It was 10:00 PM when I opened the door to the room I'd rented for the night. It smelled funny. Had a mirror on the sliding door of the closet. The mattress squeaked. I shrugged and changed into a tight black shirt which showed-off my chest. I was determined to get laid and headed to the bar to see who I could round up. This was becoming more and more of the type of adventure for which I had been looking; I was determined, just this once, to really lose control. I walked over to the bar walked to the door and was stopped immediately by a firm grip to my arm. Holding my arm was a bald Latino guy, with a full beard, maybe late 40s, wearing sunglasses. His arms and chest were bigger than mine and a beer gut over hung his massive looking legs. He was about four inches shorter than my height, but I knew could tell he meant business. "ID, kid." Without thinking it through, I handed it to him. "You're 21" he said as he handed it back to me. "No, I didn't think about...." "You're 21" he again stated. I paused as he picked up his sun glasses and smiled at me. "Yeah, I am," smiled back at him. "All right. Tell 'em you're with Joe. They won't ask you for anything." I smiled widely and walked into the dimly lit bar, where I immediately felt pairs of eyes studying me. The bartender walked up to me looking somewhat annoyed. pissed. "Joe says I'm cool" I immediately said when he reached me. The bartender smiled almost evilly. "Really now? What will it be?" "Just a beer" I answered, asking "What's the charge?" "If you're with Joe its free" replied the bartender, as he disappeared behind the bar for a second while I looked around. There were probably about twelve guys in the bar, all of whom were staring at me. Most of them looked in their later 40s early 50s, seemed uniformly heavy, tired, and possessing lots of facial hair. To be honest, I stood out like an Adonis. As I turned-back to the bar, the bartender handed me a beer and smiled, gave me a nod, and walked off. I admit I was hoping to find at least a few guys closer to my age, but then again I recognized I had not thought my plan completely through, but I figured, 'hell, maybe I can get a good blowjob out of one of 'em'. I took a swig of my beer and about then I noticed the Latino guy who carded me walk into the bar, and head directly over to me. All eyes were on him as he took the seat next to me, gestured to the bartender, who immediately placed two beers on the counter, upon which the Latino guy commented "You're not done with the first one yet?" to which I replied "Well, no, I'm not, but thanks for the beer, but aren't bouncers supposed to stay outside?" "Who said I was a bouncer?" he replied as he chugged down his beer in a few gulps. I began to get hard as I imagined him sucking down my cock with the same skill. He put the beer down and looked at me expectantly. I smiled and began to chug my beer. I wasn't as experienced drinker as was he, 'cause I honestly thought it was the worst tasting beer I had ever had, but by the same token, didn't want to insult the guy, particularly if there was any chance of getting a blow job from him. One or two more gulps later, I finished the beer, and without delay he handed me the second beer. I smiled a 'thanks' and took a gulp. Without a word the bartender handed him another. "I'm Joe" the Latino guy remarked as he held out his hand. "Riley" I responded and we shook hands. His grip was firm, and his forearms hairy. We made pleasantries and talked. By the time my second beer was halfway down I felt a strong buzz come over me. My speech was somewhat slurred and I couldn't stop smiling. I got up to pee, and nearly fell off my stool, head first. Fortunately Joe caught me by the arm. God, he was strong. His arms were huge and chest too. As he pulled me up, he said something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying, so I just smiled. He smiled back, put my arm over him shoulder, and began to assist me out the bar. As we walked/stumbled towards the hotel, I pulled out the key to my room and tried to guide him to the room, but had difficulty doing so. "I need a blow job so bad" I almost yelled as we finally found the room and he laid me on the squeaky bed. I heard him laugh. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt to show off make this daddy drool for me dick. When I looked at him he was sitting at the edge of the bed with a small green pipe. I never saw him light it but he blew white smoke into my face that smelled thick and bad. I coughed and asked what it was. He just smiled and told me to try some. I put my mouth around the end of the pipe and he coached me to wait till i saw the smoke then to inhale it and hold it before i blew it out. I did it again and felt a tingling sensation run through my entire body I let my head fall back and moan. Joe handed me the pipe and lighter and stripped his own shirt and pants off. He was built wide like a rock all over. His chest must have been a size 46 or bigger, his arms 19 inches, and his legs massive. A thick mat of hair covered his entire body (except for his shaved head). Through his boxers he stroked a fat bulge which I watched with interest as he massaged the bulge, watching it expand in his boxers. I kicked off my own pants and boxers showing off my nice seven inch cut dick stroking it. I was pretty smooth except for a small treasure trail which I kept maintained with very little hair. Joe walked over to me as I stroked and picked up the pipe and lit up and took a big hit then he held my head and moved in. His lips touched mine and he exhaled into me. I inhaled his breath and felt my whole body become tingly. As I exhaled his breath his lips found my neck and sucked. I let him lay me down on the bed as I felt his hand wrap around my dick and I felt Joe's muscular stocky hairy body climb over me sucking on my chest and travel down my abs and treasure trail. It all felt so amazing I was lost. I waited to feel his lips wrap around the head of my cock when suddenly I felt him lift-up my legs. I let out a loud hard moan when I felt a warm wetness press against my hole. His hands kept my legs pressed up as his tongue licked around and pressed back on my virgin hole again and again in pattern licking and pressing over and over. "Oh my god" I moaned as I let him move my hands under me knees while he continued his oral assault on my ass. He had begun to bite my ass cheeks and suck and tongue my hole. His tongue began to fuck more roughly, making me moan louder and louder. My head rolled. I never imagined more than a blowjob and here I was getting tongue fucked, while high on who knows what. "How's that feel?" he asked when he finally took a break. "Amazing" I stuttered and sighed. "Your turn then" and with that he grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the edge of the bed revealing his enormously fat cock. It was about the length of my cock, but the girth was enormous. I wrapped my hand on it. It was hard as a rock and filled my entire fist. He moved my head down to his cock, brushing my lips and I opened them to feel his hugely thick cock stretch my jaw. He held my head and moved this cock in and out of my lips, until my jaw began to feel numb. Each time he withdrew, I spat-up drool, and snot flowed from my nostrils as I gagged and sputtered. Every now and then I could feel his balls slap my chin, and with each inward thrust I gagged more. This was not a 'polite' blow-job. Grabbing my hair, Joe then pulled my head off his cock, spat on my face, and then rubbed his cock head through his own spit. I was so drunk and high I could only grunt and moan. Every so often he would pause in fucking my throat, and hold a bottle of poppers to my nostrils, and ordered me inhale. The powerful fumes definitely helped me accommodate him, and soon enough I took the bottle and began taking hits of it on my own, feeling my head become dizzy and my face completely numb by the time he finally stopped face-fucking me. His cock and my face were both covered with sweat, snot, saliva, and spit-up from my gagging. Joe then yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and went back to aggressively eating my hole. My head was lodged against the mattress and head board, so I couldn't help but back my ass onto his face, but I was able to take occasional hits from the poppers he had given me. The effect of the fumes was to induce me to moan and grunt all the louder, and push back even harder. This was animalistic sex at its best. Then I felt something thicker pushing against my hole. Looking back, I saw he was stuffing a finger into my hole, and reaming me out hard and roughly. My ass was burning. Thinking I would ask him to take it a bit easier, I looked back again and saw he was holding open plastic bag containing a whitish powder in his free hand, and that he was stuffing some of the power into my virgin hole. Within seconds the powder made my ass eager for his assault, which caused me to arch my back. I was on my knees and backing-up onto his finger, my head looking up towards the ceiling while he finger fucked me. "That's it, you little muscle slut pup" I heard Joe say, as he added "Give Daddy your hole!" I was bounching on his finger pushing my ass back on it moaning and fucking when I felt a second digit push through my tight ring. "AHHHH" I groaned, feeling pain and pleasure all at the same time. He removed his fingers, flipped me onto my back, stuffing his dirty boxers into my mouth deep, then resumed pushing two fingers in and out of my ass. I watched his thick arm flex as he roughly continued to finger fucked me. I felt-up my body, tweaked my nips, and felt-up my muscles. I had ever before enjoyed pleasuring myself as much, and my cock had never before been harder. I don't know how long he pushed his fingers in and out of me, but it felt like forever. Then I felt him climb on top of me as his enormous dick pressed-up against my still very tight ass lips. "Oh yeah, boy, it's time to pop this cherry" he grunted. I tried to push him off, but was unsuccessful because I was still high, drunk and disoriented. I gotta admit, in retrospect, I can't even say I really wanted to push him off, at least not not all of me wanted to - at least a substantial portion of my brain was enjoying being used by a real man. Then I felt his enormous head pressing on my hole. Naturally his cock head wouldn't readily fit, but he didn't stop applying pressure. My eyes widened when I felt my hole begin to stretch and his cock began to enter into me. I screamed into his boxers as I felt my abused hole give way to further abuse, some of which was exciting, but the pain was real. He pushed consistently and I felt him entering me in slow motion as my hole stretching around the thick mushroom head, swallowing it centimeter by centimeter. He laid on top of me pushing and pushing continuously, adding pressure notwithstanding my screams and thrashings. Eventually, however, his balls rested on my ass cheeks. My hole was massaging his cock over and over as Joe's cock nested deep inside my body. Then I felt him flex his dick inside me, which seemed to encourage my ass to match his rhythm. I frantically took a deep hit of the poppers, which I sensed might help me relax, and doing so was a good call, as Joe began to pound my hole over and over unmercifully. He slapped my chest and face while he fucked me, grabbing my abs and hips and chest. twisting my nipples. lodging my legs open as his thick cock fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. I could barely feel my hole close when he pulled out and shoved it balls deep back in, groaned as I moaned and (groaned). There seemed no end to his stamina. Then he pulled out and dragged me to my feet pushing my hands against the mirror on the door of the closet. He spread my legs and pushed in and I watched the reflection as he fucked me standing. He had his cell phone in his hand and was recording our session. I grunted and groaned a bitch in heat, my tight body fully controlled by the fat hairy Daddy. Finally he flipped me on the bed, once again on my back, my legs against his check, and he commenced to fuck me harder and faster. I looked in his eyes and could see when he blew his load, his cock deep inside my ass, as an enormous cum load shot into my ass. There, I said it: he came in my ass, and hardly a thoughtful, safe sex encounter - this was an utterly bestial experience, and as he began to come down from his orgasm, he grabbed my cock and jerked me once, twice, three times, at which point I shot my own cum onto my face, as his final dribbles of cum flowed into my ass. He pulled out, licked the cum off my body, pulled-up his pants, took the money in my wallet and walked-out of the room, leaving me there on the bed, covered in saliva, cum, and sweat. I opened my legs and saw in the mirror that my hole was gaped-open, red and bruised, about as wide as a those Kennedy half-dollar coins my Grandfather collected. I spent the next half-hour or so reliving the experience, and causing my hole wink in the mirror. Then the door opened and I saw the bartender from earlier walk in and begin to strip down. I could barely move when he climbed between my legs and felt his long thick cock nudge his way into my ass. He moaned as he fucked me and I watched him as if from a 1,000 miles away as he felt me up. He came quickly, and no more than twenty minutes later I jacked myself off. The next morning I got back to my dorm and laid down on my small bed. I touched my hole and grunted in pleasure, thinking about the cocks I had experienced, and imagined all the cocks I wanted to experience, all the things I wanted to try. Eventually I thought to check-out my computer to see if there were any additional replies to my Craigslist advertisement. There were a couple, but the one that really caught my eye was from the the guy who originally recommended the El Lobo Motel to me. His message said simply: Come back to the motel. Got three more guys who wanna fuck you. I packed a bag and went back to my truck.

Used to hang with this hot top Latin fucker. Was about ten years older than me but had this big beer can uncut dick I'd do anything for. He knew I liked darker guys so he used to take me to Midtowne spa in East LA to whore my hole out - bout 50% Latin, 30% black rest Asian and white, so I was in heaven Before we'd go, he'd strap me into this gasmask that had a hole in the front just large enough for a pipe. On the ride over he'd shove a pipe in the hole, lit it up and laughed as he watched the mask fill up with so much smoke I couldn't see. He'd keep my flying all the way making me play with my hard dick. When we got there I'd strip and he take me down to the basement. The place was huge - five full floors and the basement was where the pigs hung out. The basement was almost pitch back and in the back, around the corner there was an old mattress on the floor. There was a dim light above and one wall lined in mirrors. He'd forced me on the mattress face down, blindfold me and tie me spreadeagled down to the rings placed on the four corners. He lubed my hole up and then with his massive hand shove a couple of huge bumps up my begging hole - and then he'd leave heading up stairs to fuck some hole. There I lay, hole gaping and waiting. High horny dudes would walk in, breed and use my hole all day long. Every hour or so my dude would wander back and check up on me. He wanted my hole deep seeded raw, so when he saw condoms next the mattress he grab them up and empty each open deep up up my ass - along with another big bump. This would continue for hours until he wanted to go. Then he walk all through each floor, gathering up every condom he could find on the floor and in the trash. He'd walk down with 30 or 40 used loads in his hand and one by one empty them up my ass. My hole was loose at his point his hand slipped in easily and he fisted those cum loads deep until I was begging for his own load. He climbed on and gave me the one breeding I was beGGin for all day. This continued almost every month for a year and then he moved away

Needless to say, HIV was being transmitted in the late 80’s despite the push for safer sex. Poz guys and men with AIDS were actively looking to hook up and have unsafe sex because it felt better, and also because of the power rush of pozzing a neg guy. Gift giving and stealthing might not have been coined yet, but there it was. I learned this first hand in my own apartment. I was a 20 something horny gay male, in a more or less monogamous relationship (I had jacked off with a few others, but was VERY afraid of HIV.) My partner John was older than I, a top and we had good sex. John’s previous partner, Matt, was HIV+ and living in San Francisco. I had heard all about Matt: he was in his mid 30’s, had a bad childhood, usually a bottom but had a big dick, etc. Their relationship had not ended well, but they still talked on the phone. I had also heard of some of their exploits in the pre-AIDS era. It fucking turned me on! The fact that Matt lived in San Francisco and bottomed made his diagnosis unsurprising, although my partner was sorry for him. I had seen photos of Matt and had some fantasies about him. Matt was taking a road trip back see family and friends east of Minneapolis so he wanted to stop for a few days to visit. My partner wasn’t keen on it, but we had a spare bedroom and I said we should be hospitable. I also wanted to see what he was like in person. He arrived midweek in early June and we had dinner at home with beer and wine. Matt was thinner than I expected, but still rather hot in a swarthy way—trim beard and hair showing on his chest because he had a short sleeve polo shirt with the 3 buttons open. Matt and my partner reminisced about old times and talked about the “golden era” of San Francisco. Matt looked at me when he said there were still lots of hot sex going on. I was quite boned by the conversation. I wasn’t drinking, but Matt and John were. Not to excess, but I think the booze loosened their tongues. Hell—I didn’t mind—it fed into my sexual fantasies. Matt seemed to like me, and that stroked my ego as much as my libido. All three of us sat around chatting until near 11 and my partner said he was wiped and had to go to bed as he worked at 8 in the morning. My schedule was much more flexible as I managed the apartment building where we lived in so I said I’d be in a bit later. Matt and I sat on the couch in the living room and talked. He asked what I had heard about him from John. I demurred that I didn’t know too many details, although I had heard he had a big dick. I winked as I said that. Matt laughed and said that much was certain and asked if I wanted to see it with a wink of his own. I blushed and stammered and Matt said I looked cute like that. With that statement Matt got up for a bathroom break. He came back in a robe “to be more comfortable” he stated. He also had a videotape in hand that he wanted me to watch. I told him the spare bedroom was the TV room. “Maybe we could all watch the tape tomorrow” I suggested. “I hear you like a good massage” Matt changed the subject. I looked at him surprised and he laughed and said John had mentioned it and Matt said he used to do massage work professionally. “Why don’t you sit on the floor in front of me and let me work on your shoulders” When I said that wasn’t necessary he insisted—after all, we were showing him our hospitality and it was the least he could do to make me feel good. Damn did Matt have strong hands! I sighed and was quickly relaxed and putty in his hands. With his gentle urging, I removed my shit so he could work easier. Matt said it was a pity he hadn’t brought his portable massage bed as I had tension knots in my back. After working some more, he suggested I lie down on a towel in his bed so he could apply oil and give me a thorough rubdown. Again I said that wasn’t necessary but Matt said “for goodness sake, don’t be such a woosey!” He grabbed my hand and lifted me up and reached over to pick up his tape off the coffee table. I was feeling nervous as well as excited. Matt’s sinewy body really showed through the robe as I followed him. Matt also closed the bedroom door so he could play his tape and the VCR wouldn’t wake my partner. Those feelings now intensified! I sat on the edge of the bed while Matt slid the tape in and turned the TV on. He told me the tape was a special one starring none other than him. He knelt behind me and started massaging my shoulders while the tape got started. It started with a few minutes of some television drama. He then laid a large beach towel on the bed and told me to lie on it facing the TV so I could watch while getting massaged. He worked my back like a pro and the oil felt so good against my skin—I sighed and relaxed. Matt didn’t want to get oil on my jeans and he wanted to work my legs. I wasn’t keen on that idea as I just had a jock on (my usual undergarment as it turned John on). Matt talked me into it saying he wasn’t going to do anything improper. Mark started to oil my legs up as the tape morphed into a sex tape—and yes, it was starring the man in the robe who was on top of me! It was home porn (TWISTED) and it was hot! Matt was in leather and he was using a young man for his pleasure. That youngster seemed ever so happy to do as he was told. I was confused as well as hard—I asked Matt wasn’t he a bottom? He said bottoms can grow up into being the best tops! The tape seemed to support this notion.

I was relaxed but now rock hard in my jock. Matt started talking about how he likes to film his exploits. The volume was fairly low, but I could hear the dialogue. Matt was demanding and forceful and the boy was submitting and calling him sir—as in “yes, sir!” John and I tended to play this same way and I wondered if that was how he used to play with Matt. “You like role play?” Matt asked bringing my focus back to the man straddling my legs. “Ummm…yes” I admitted. I couldn’t see Matt’s face, but I had this impression he was smirking. Matt started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. It wasn’t like he was going to do much with John in the other room, anyway! Matt had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me I didn’t feel his robe against me—he said he was overheating from the work. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on TV. He was really working my ass nice and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great and I didn’t care. The action on the screen picked up as Matt lubed his boys ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because the next shot was super hot as mark pressed his bare dick against the hole. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Matt said “yeah, that is a hot shot.” My dick was throbbing in my jock and I was wondering how I was going to extract myself without my boner showing. Matt and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape and I found myself in this weird state of being relaxed but dripping wet in my jock—I could feel my precum leaking. I honestly told Matt that his private porn was better than anything I had seen. He asked relative questions while continuing to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I spilled the beans about his tape: I liked the role playing and that he was in charge and the boy was submitting. He simply stated that I like submitting. I murmured my agreement. Matt’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Matt” I started but he wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. “Just let me enjoy your body a bit” he asked…or was that a statement? “John’s in the other room” I pointed out. Matt almost snickered as he pointed out that John slept like a log and I knew that was true. Matt went on that this tape was making him really horny—and my sexy body underneath him especially. Funny, but I wasn’t watching the video anymore. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want and I never kiss and tell” he promised. This was all well and good, but I wasn’t home alone, and I was negative while his status was not. I didn’t want to point that out, but I did say that I was in a committed relationship. Matt asked if I knew why he and John had broken up? I shook my head and he said John was fucking others behind his back. I didn’t know what to say. He went onto say this wasn’t really the issue. Matt said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock hard dick went between my cheeks. Again I froze and he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Matt sliding in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them” Matt declared. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point and that along with his nearness got my flagging dick hard again. Matt and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Matt wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he said “spread ‘em” and whacked my ass with his hand. I didn’t even think about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. I started grinding against the pillow while Matt was grinding in my ass cheek. The fucking was getting more intense on the screen and I could hear Matt telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. The boy’s “oh, oh, oh!” was getting louder and the smacking sound was becoming staccato. “Watch closely” Matt ordered. He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on that and the video and didn’t pay much attention to the ceasing of Matt’s thrusting. Matt was pulling out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open ass hole. Within another shot or two Matt rammed back inside telling the boy to take his fucking load! I was gasping at this not really noticing the head of Matt’s dick was knocking right at my back door! He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed then relaxed his grip. My ass tightened at the nipple’s being used hard then it relaxed slightly. Matt’s head slid in slightly with me gasping much louder. “Matt—NO!” I grunted. He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed “watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick (had he oiled it earlier?) slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Matt was pretty much holding still…his dick was definitely thicker than John’s and I felt stretched. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this NOW! Matt seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started lightly biting the nape of my neck. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. He was just nudging back and forth a bit, but I was responding by opening up to him.

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....'

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This afternoon got a guy on Gayromeo (or PlanetRomeo as it is called now). Big guy, big cock. Planted two loads in me. Told me when he was leaving he was a police officer. Freaked out. Didn't know if he knew about my neighbor, who is relatively new in town and on the police force too. Don't want to "out" the one to the other. Plus if they know about each other my neighbor will probably be humping him and not me...Fuck! Want them both. Better keep my mouth shut and enjoy both of them.

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.

My last load came from a hot Pakistan guy who had 5 days of cum and needed someone to take it. He didn't have to ask twice. He had been out drinking with buds and didn't have much time so I suggested an anonymous pump n dump. Perfect! Address texted, I waited in the dark, bareassed with my head in the pillow. I heard the door open. My heart was beating. I didn't know what to expect. He saw my ass and, as I heard snaps being undone and a buckle hit my hard wood floor he said, softly under his breath "damn!" I hoped it was a good exclamation. I found out a moment later when he climbed on the bed, nude and a hard lean body. His tongued probed between my cheeks, then his fingers pulled my ass open and he dove in eating like a man starving. I all I could see was darkness. He smelled of liquor and cigarettes and really knew how to eat a big ass. After about 5 minutes, he shifted position, slid up and I felt his hard cock at my hole. No lube. Just his spit and my hungry ass and he slid inside me. He wasn't huge, maybe 6", but felt great. As he sunk all the way in I could tell it was just what he needed too. As he slowly stroked in and out, he quickly started to gasp and then stopped. I assumed he blew. It's happened before...so I asked "Did you cum, dude?" "No, almost though. Your ass is so hot I want it to last." I reassured him, "Dude, it's ok. I know you just need a cumhole. That's what my ass was made for." He said, "i don't have enough time for as long a fuck as I want but I'm not ready yet. But please, don't tighten your hole. Thought I was going to busy open when you did that." I smiled into the pillow and focused on truly being a passive cumhole for this horny, hard bodied stranger. He fucked maybe five minutes more and then, gasping, cried out "oh fuck! I can't hold it. I'm going to cum. I have to cum. Where do you want it?" Huh?! "Dude, deep inside where it belongs. Give me that big load " I'm sure he was already nutting when he asked and starting milking his dick for all I was worth. I wanted every drop of his pent up load deep in me. He shuddered and quaked as I held him inside me and milked him dry. He lay back on the bed panting. Without looking at his face, I shifted around to hoover his cock, balls and crotch clean...then teased his taint and darted my tongue into his asshole for a second. We introduced ourselves after he was dressed and at the door. That's how I like it. Get their load and THEN their name. In other words, first things first. He'll be back for more.

This story taps into some of the terrifying joy I have about this sort of sex. There is darkness in it but also a beauty in communing with men who see what and who you are. Being "seen" can be a difficult thing to allow yourself to do. At the core of it shame develops when one locks up parts of who they are and hides it from others. Shame is the corrupter, shame festers and rots and changes people. In those moments of acceptance from another, even a stranger, one can take comfort and even find the strength to have pride in the things that make them hide in the darkness. While I personally find reading chem sex stories very hot I wont ever actually do this drug since I've seen it destroy people I love. It's not a judgement just my own experience. But I love the mind of this whore, he has confidence and accepts who he is. Also appreciate the German demon folklore references "Mephistopheles" and Greek "Erebus" very smart. Jack

Matt fucked me twice more before John got home and helped me get dinner ready. I managed to get his 6th load in just over 24 hours when getting up to piss around 2 am. Mark must have heard me flush the toilet because as I exited the bathroom he was waiting for me. He pushed me back in, slid his collar around me and had me grab the pedestal sink as I got behind me. We both watched each other in the mirror as he fucked his desire and charged seed up my ass. I wanted what he wanted and I took what he wanted to give, At his command I promised Matt that I would offer my ass to John every night or morning while he visited so John could share in our special connection. John was only too happy to oblige my horny self. I got John to admit that he had always fantasized about fucking me after another man had used me and Matt loved hearing that and said he was happy to fulfill his ex’s fantasy and my fantasies as well. I really skimped on work the rest of the week. Matt and I did some site seeing but even then it had sexual energy and exploits. While biking around the famous Chain of Lakes, Matt managed to find private spots where he could use me. (I recommend exploring Minnehaha Falls Park) The recitation of the number of loads went up daily and now I replied “thank you, sir” after each one. It seemed like Matt wanted to fuck me after another man used me. He did so each day since John was fucking me with renewed vigor. Matt got a devilish look when he asked me about Bare Ass Beach. Apparently he had heard about this notorious cruising spot on the Mississippi. I knew where it was and he asked to bike over to see it. I did as he requested. We got there after a light lunch. Matt had made me wear my shortest shorts and a skin tight wife beater. We locked our bikes and walked down; Matt put the collar on and grabbed my ass. I knew what he wanted. We cruised together. I was afraid of running into someone I knew, but Matt said I could just introduce him to anyone and say he wanted a guide so he would feel safe. We stumbled onto a small group of guys in a wooded copse and after he decided it was cool, Matt yanked my shorts down. He bent me over a tree that had fallen down, spit on my ass and slid in. That got everyone’s attention! Matt said he wanted to whore his boy out and were there any takers? A hairy bear was first and offered his dick to my mouth. I could hear Mark whispering in his ear—something about wanting that guy to shoot his load in my bare ass. I had the bear hard and wet with spit and when Matt withdrew, the bear took his place after softly asking him something. Matt grinned and spread my ass for Mister Bear. It was a nice thick piece of meat and it pushed right in. Five minutes later I heard him grunt and felt his dick pulsing. “Good boy!” Matt praised. Three of the other four guys seeded my ass while the forth wanted to just get sucked off. Matt seemed most pleased and he goaded each one to cum in his boy. I thanked each one for their donation. Matt didn’t count any of those loads to his tally. He was ready to add his own distinctive brew to the mix. Matt told me how proud he was of me submitting to those strangers. He told me that the bear was poz and had asked him if he could shoot in me. That is why he had made such a point of spreading my ass for him. “Boy, you are now free to be the receptacle for men that you were meant to be” he explained. A chill went through me, but I just nodded saying “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Matt was up to number lucky 13 in three days as we biked home. On his last day he added some Crisco to the mix as he fingered my cummy ass. Matt became the first man to fist me and he was damn good at it. I shot like crazy without touching myself with Matt explaining that he was working his load deep inside me. We lay together as he articulated his thoughts. He explained that some of his initial motivation was payback and resentment of my partner, but it was more than that. He wanted to teach me about being free to explore my darkest desires. He also felt a need to bond with me and he sensed that I wanted that as well. He started kissing me again and I responded as always. I think he wanted to try a few more things so he timed his breath so he could blow his breath into my lungs. That made me crazy with desire! We shared our very breaths just as we had shared our very DNA. When he finally fucked me that last time he asked me directly if I wanted his positive cum and I asked for it. Once I directly asked, it was very easy to beg for it and Matt was very pleased to share it with me. Epilogue Matt said John and I were very welcome to visit him in San Francisco—either together or one on one as he glanced at me. He also said he had a thank you gift for each of us that he would send when he got back home. John and I never made that trip. I think John wasn’t that interested and we tended to travel east anyway. Matt met a man and fell in love and then got sick and died all in the space of a few years. I was glad he wasn’t alone and we talked on the phone weekly towards the end. I got very sick about a month after Matt left. I never told John what had happened and neither did Matt. Matt knew what had happened and he said he was bonded to me in a way no other man ever would be. I got really sick years later but I lucked out as the “cocktail” was now available. I am still with John although in an open relationship. Oh, and the thank you gifts from Matt? John got a San Francisco snow globe to go with collection, a sterling San Francisco souvenir spoon and a vintage San Francisco kitchen towel. I got some Castro themed t-shirts, a San Francisco pullover and a videotapes marked “Tours of San Francisco”. His note to me said that if I appreciated the San Francisco video we had watched I would love these! I read between the lines and watched it by myself. It started off as a travelogue style video but it soon changed to something much more personal. Matt and I were starring in our own porn! It seemed that Matt had brought his camcorder with him and had hid it several times both in his guest room and in John and my bedroom. I have since transferred the tape to a DVD and I still watch it sometimes to relive the time I got pozzed.

Seeing Matt in his leather and feeling the collar around my neck, it seemed easier to follow his lead. I have always preferred submitting and I liked reading Drummer—this was like a story from that leather journal coming true! Being on my knees, it was easy to open my mouth to suck Matt. He let me take it at my own pace but kept his hands on my shoulders. He proceeded to set the rules. “You are my boy to use. During the rest of my visit you are going to submit to my needs and service me. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything in front of John, but you can expect as many hours of training as we can squeeze in.” He continued “I expect the collar on at all times that John is not home. You are to call me sir as in yes, sir! I shall call you boy—as in my boy! I was doing my best to deep throat him when he took my hands and placed them on his ass. “Your hands belong on me while you are servicing my needs—no touching yourself without permission. You are here to serve me and I expect faithful execution of what I say…or there will be consequences.” He took his hard on out of my mouth and slapped my face as he explained that last part. Matt had me lick his body, worship his feet and in general show my servitude. I was having a problem deep throating him because of his size and wearing a PA. He said I just needed a bit of training. I laid on my back with my head over the edge of the bed at his command. As he lined his dick up with my open mouth he started working my nipples in time with his throat fucking. I could feel my dick leaking precum—he licked it up and said it tasted sweet. My throat was getting a bit raw from Matt sawing in and out me and he took mercy on me by pulling my further onto the bed and sitting on my face. He beat his meat while I ate his hairy hole. I was really digging in deep when he suddenly said “Shit! Open your mouth but don’t swallow.” Suddenly my mouth was full of his seed. I didn’t want to swallow it anyway. He held his palm out and told me to spit it out. He French kissed me tasting the remnant of his cum while he reached back to my ass. I could feel his slick fingers pushing into me—pushing his poz cum in me! I started to thrash around but he grabbed my neck as hard as he could and yelled for me to stay the fuck still, boy! I was shocked into silence and he eventually got 4 fingers into me—aided (AIDED?) with his own special lube. “That’s two” he stated. Two, what? I thought to myself. Matt continued to finger me and he repositioned himself between my legs. The stimulation in my ass along with his mouth clamping on my nipples sucked the resistance out of me. Like a good boy I kept my hands on him as I mewled and shook. “Grab your legs and hoist them back against your chest” Mark commanded and I almost instinctively complied saying “yes, sir!” Mark stared in my eyes and something seemed to pass between us. I stared back in his eyes as he lined up his fuck stick with my finger stretched hole. I had never been fucked with a PA but it was hot knowing that his jewelry was inside me. Mark had already supplied the lube with his cum and from this point on it was only his spit, precum and cum that would ease the fucking. Matt allowed me to rest my legs on his shoulders and then he grabbed them with his hands to control how spread my ass was. My freed hands went to his back, and especially to his ass. Somehow this act seemed to return the energy Matt was spending on pounding my ass—almost like that was the ground wire that connected the circuit. Looking back, that is what were doing—his positive dick, my negative hole and neutral hands. Matt had already cum from my tongue action so it was a long ride. Mark was sweating, talking, fucking—I was giving into his dominance and going wherever he wanted to take me. He would wipe the sweat off his brow and have me lick it off his hand. When he told me to open my mouth I said “yes, sir” and “thank you, sir” when he spit in my mouth. Something had changed, I guess I had. My fears weren’t gone, but I was going to see this through. The chemistry between us was undeniable. Matt gradually sped up and it was like it was the most important connection in my life. He had been silent for awhile but as the end approached, he became much more verbal. He told me what a good boy I was, how hot my ass was—indeed, that my ass was made for his fucking. I was either whimpering or saying yes, sir or thank you, sir. The look in his eyes when he shot inside me was almost indescribable—a cross between anger, power, control, possession. All I know is that his look seemed to burn me as he deposited his essence inside my rather torn up ass. He also shrieked like a banshee. When he recovered he said my ass was his and there was no denying it—he had claimed my ass. I simple closed my eyes and softly said “yes, sir”. “That’s three” he stated and I realized what he meant---3 loads of his poz cum in my neg hole. I shuttered and we held each other tight.

I was asleep almost as soon as I hit the pillow. I didn’t hear the door open, but I felt Matt sit on the bed. I didn’t say a word pretending I was sleeping. Maybe he would give up and I could pretend last night hadn’t happened. No such luck. After a minute Matt got up and then lifted the sheet to join me in bed. I was on my side facing the wall and that left my backside exposed to Matt. Now what should I do? That thought vanished as Matt made his move. He surrounded my body, erection against ass, one hand reaching under my arm to grab my chest and the other arm holding my head in place so he could ravish my neck with his mouth. I wanted to confront him, but I was hard as a rock and tingling with anticipation (apologies to the Rocky Horror Picture Show). After softening my resistance, Matt asked if I was awake. I laughed. “I want you” he said earnestly. I didn’t say anything so he continued. “Last night was one of the hottest nights of my life. I wanted you from the descriptions I had heard on the phone from John and when I met you, I couldn’t resist you.” “Resist ME?” I snorted. “It seemed like you took what YOU wanted!” I was mad now and I turned over—to hell with my hard on. Matt looked a bit sheepish, but he stood his ground. “I didn’t rape you…you could have stopped me easily. Maybe I seduced you, but you wanted it, too!” I was trembling and upset. He continued. “I meant it when I said I can read men and based on chemistry, what you told me and what John has told me about your interests, you like submitting to a man in charge.” I sniffled “You shouldn’t have cum in me…” He nodded his head and said “Yeah…maybe not, but you wanted it—you asked for it!” “What the fuck?” I spit. He explained “Come on, don’t you remember telling me not to stop, to continue fucking you like I was fucking you? What were you expecting? I said I’d pull out if you wanted me to, but you told me not to stop.” I responded less forcefully “I meant don’t stop fucking like you were fucking, not don’t stop cumming in me!” Matt just stared at me for a long moment and wiped the few tears on my cheeks and then pressed his lips against mine—hard. I closed my eyes and didn’t respond right away. He grabbed my body hard and said “Kiss me!” His tongue invaded when I tried to reply and he quickly took control of my mouth. The heat of his body, his throbbing dick pressed against me and everything else made me kiss him back. “That’s it—give into me” he whispered. I was. Looking back I wonder if we were having a battle of sorts or were we performing an elaborate dance? Matt rolled me on my back and continued to deep kiss me. He took his time and I was responding. When he went for my neck I cried out and put my arms around him locking him against me. Our grunts and groans were peppered with his words like “That’s it—give into me! I’m making you mine! I want you!” When Matt had my resistance down for the count, he moved up my body and presented his dick to my lips. When I didn’t do anything he grabbed another pillow to prop my head up and placed his hands on my head and told me to suck it. I opened up and did what he commanded. He pulled out and told me to lick his nuts and I did. I was surprised when he turned around and presented his hairy ass to my mouth. He spread his cheeks and told me to kiss it. Fuck—that was something John does all the time! I tentatively kissed his hole and then he said to just touch his hole with the tip of my tongue. I knew then that John used to do that with Matt because I was used to this scenario. Soon I was fucking his ass with my tongue while he gave me words of encouragement. I love rimming a hairy hole! “Shit! I don’t want to cum yet” Matt rasped. He got off the bed, grabbed me by the hand and yanked me up to follow him. He took me to the bathroom and told me to get cleaned up. I said I had showered earlier, but he grinned like the Cheshire Cat when he said I didn’t mean for you to shower. When I looked at him with confusion he pointed out the “special” attachment that was on our shower hose. I was about to object but he told me to get a move on it—he had a surprise for me. I was still kicking myself for the fuck prepping. Yes, I was turned on, but I couldn’t risk infection…assuming I had escaped it so far. I grabbed my emergency kit from the medicine cabinet—a small Ziploc bag with an individual sized container of lube and a few condoms along with a safer sex brochure courtesy of out local AIDS nonprofit. John didn’t wear protection with me, but if Matt and I were going to fuck, Matt was going to suit up! I found Matt in my bedroom, well our bed room—as in John and mine. Matt wasn’t quite naked, he was wearing a full body harness and leather hat. He looked hot as hell in it and I realized that I hadn’t really sized him up like I was now. The harness was good quality—not that stiff leather crap that leather-wana-bees wear to act hot at our local leather bar. The subtle leather of his harness fit him perfectly. I noticed his hairy chest with nipple rings adorning. Speaking of piercings, he was also wearing a low gauge and quite prominent PA. Maybe it was the cock ring, but his dick stood straight out like a weapon. Matt reached behind him and grabbed a collar off the dresser. John was rather dominant and was certainly the top in our relationship, but we hadn’t really done any leather sex or whatever you wanted to call it. I knelt when Matt told me to and when he placed the collar on me, I felt a rush go though me—I was in new territory!

It was after 1 in the morning when I quietly slid in bed. I was wide awake laying near my partner but not facing him. I felt scared, dirty, used, and disgusted. A part of me also knew that I had taken the fucking of my life and that nobody had ever made me cum without touching myself! John, still asleep, rolled on his side and spooned me. I was awake for some time. John’s alarm was set to go off at 6:40 am during the work week, but he almost always was awake before that. I felt his fingers spreading spit on my hole. I was awake now. His morning erection soon followed and he slid into the ass that his ex had taken only hours earlier. “MMMMM! Your ass feels really hot this morning!” he exclaimed. I was thinking of Matt’s spunk smoothing the ride for John, but I still made a crack that wasn’t my ass always hot? It was perverse that a small part of me liked that John was fucking in my used hole—a hole that his ex had stolen from him, even if only for an evening. Mostly I felt guilty and scared but I gave myself to my partner the same as I always did. I got up to make John breakfast—guilty conscious perhaps. I ate just a bit of scrambled eggs and threw the plates and pan in the dishwasher and brushed my teeth before kissing John good bye so I could go back to sleep. “Have fun with Matt” he gibed and I groaned inside—what sort of “fun” might Matt want?

Matt was sliding in—it felt amazing! He was rock hard and truly well hung. As his torso was longer then mine, he was able to lick my ears and talk darkly to me. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. Matt told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me and more. He sounded both sincere and in control. He finally reached bottom and I could feel his nuts against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples and his dick occasionally throbbing within me next to my now not quite so tight ring. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me back on my hands and knees. The tape was now showing Matt fucking another guy in basically the same position as we were. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen well and it was like I was a part of it. Matt had his hands tightly on my hips and he started to fuck me in earnest. He wasn’t wailing on me, but he had a great motion. With a little trial and error he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him totally penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned “this is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any and he wouldn’t wear ‘a rain coat’ anyway. He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My requests for him to “just pull out now” were answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I knew Matt had stamina from watching him fuck on screen. I now knew that he knew what he was doing by the way he made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and in my head space. Matt seemed so attuned to my every sound and variation in position. After awhile I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts as I had been born to do. Guys say I was a natural bottom and Matt was taking full advantage of that. I am good for a long fuck, too and Matt settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what but I was feeling something almost weird after maybe 15 minutes. My dick was beyond hard and I was not in anyway touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets hard and I was withering. I was starting to “oh, oh, oh” like the boy did in the sling and Matt was now doing his staccato fucking. “Matt….Matt…oh, Matt” was my new refrain and he asked how I was doing. I told him to continue exactly like he was doing. It didn’t feel like bad porn lines when Matt said things like “you like that, don’t you” and “take that big dick”. I started to feel an intense pressure within me. I didn’t realize what was happening, but I was about to cum. All I knew is that I needed Matt to continue and I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop….I think I’m…CUMMING! I wasn’t particularly loud but I was clamping down on Matt as hard as I could as I exploded. Matt’s hands were like steel on my hips and he shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy in perfect harmony to my ass having its own orgasm. I had never cum without touching myself and this was earth shattering to me. Matt hissed over and over “take it!” I took it all and then crumpled on my stomach bringing Matt with me—still within me and now, a part of me. Matt called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words. He also remained latched to my body and plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—what we had done. Even soft he was big enough to be my personal butt plug, but I had to get out of his room. I squeezed my ass to urge him out as I scooted forward just a bit. He softly moaned at the sensation but let me withdraw. I grabbed my clothes and hit the bathroom. I needed a shower and to push out his cum. Neither of us said a word as I left his room.

1. Jason I didn’t know what to expect when Nathan opened the door, or, for that matter, whom to expect. I didn't know his name. I didn't know what he would be into. Even so, even although I hadn't been mentally expecting any type of guy in particular, his actual, physical presence shocked me a bit. It was finally happening, for real. He was a bit on the short side compared to what I had imagined. He was also very cute. Even through his t-shirt, I could tell he was rail-thin, as there wasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He had short hair, blue eyes with just the merest hint of stubble, like he hadn't shaved that morning. "I'm Sean," he said, standing just inside the door, introducing himself. Nathan closed the door as Sean began to speak, and we were alone. "I'm Jason," I replied, feeling a little self-conscious at this point. I was in just a jock strap, but Sean was still fully dressed. "Nice to meet you," he said, smiling at me. I felt a little more at ease with him, thinking he seemed easy-going enough. "I guess I'm a little over-dressed for this," and with that he removed his shirt, revealing, as I had guessed, that his body was quite wiry and thin. He was not very muscular but there was a spray of hair over his pecs and the hint of a treasure trail disappearing into his shorts. "I guess this is always a little awkward at first, huh?" "Yeah," I replied, not having moved from the bed. "Want to break the ice a bit?" He put an emphasis on ice that was a bit unusual. "Sure," I replied. With that he pulled down his shorts, revealing a swimmer's jock, just like the one I was wearing. There was a spray of pubic hair poking out of the top and the pouch looked to be very well-filled. "Cool," he said, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a case for sunglasses. Opening it, he extracted a glass pipe and lighter. "You cool?" he asked, gesturing at his pipe. Remaining in the sunglasses case was a fat bag of crystal. "Yeah, I am" not knowing what else to say. It had been a while since I had partied, but I hadn't given it up. "Awesome. I love this stuff." He sat down on the bed next to me, and carefully wiped off the bowl of the pipe. He took the torch and slowly melted the drug already in the pipe. He did a long hit from the pipe and then motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I leaned in, letting our lips lock, and inhaled a thick cloud. Even after I had taken as much as I could, he continued to exhale the smoke into the dim bedroom. It engulfed our heads as we continued to kiss. "You party a lot?" he asked me, breaking off the kiss. "Not really. Once every few months, I guess. You?" "Every weekend, usually." He did another long hit from the pipe, and held it. This time he just exhaled it. "It's how I got into barebacking. No one ever uses a rubber when they are partying, you know." I smiled, agreeing, and enjoying that initial tingle of the drug with the promise of so much more pleasure. "You ever do a booty bump?" Sean asked. "Never," I answered. It had been only a year or so ago I had even smoked it for the first time. Hearing my answer, he dug into his bag again and pulled out a needle-less syringe as well as the baggie of crystal from the case. "Water?" he asked, looking around. I pointed to a glass of water on the bed table. "Perfect," he said. He pulled out a large chunk of the tina, and forced it into the body of the syringe. He put the plunger in and then filled it with water. He flicked the syringe a few times before sitting back down next to me. "Ready?" he asked me. He was gently shaking it and its powerful contents. I guessed it was to force the crystal dissolve. "I'm not sure about this," I said. I had been with him for less than five minutes, and already, I wasn't sure about how fast this was going. "Maybe just smoke it?" "Don't worry. You'll love this," he said. "Get on all fours, with that beautiful fuckable ass up in the air." I didn't protest any more and got on my knees. Sean knelt down between my legs and spread my cheeks. "Hand me that bottle of lube," he said. I grabbed it and handed it to him. I felt a drop or two of the cold lube on my ass and a slight poke as the syringe plunged into my hole. "This may sting a bit," he said, and suddenly, there was a cold feeling in my ass. "That's it?" I asked. "Yeah. Just hold it there, and let it soak in." I heard him light the torch again, and he took another long hit from the pipe. "You're poz?" I asked him. I wanted to know more about him. "Yeah, of course. Years now." He did another hit before continuing. "Nate tells me you're still neg?" "Yeah." There was now a tinge of warmth in my hole, like a big load had just been planted up there. It seemed to gradually radiate out from my butt, and it was beginning to envelope my entire body. "How did you get HIV?" "Same way you're going to get it," he said. "Letting poz guys fuck me." He rubbed a finger against my ass. "You're good. Roll over." I rolled onto my back; Sean was still kneeling between my legs. He did one more hit from the pipe, then leaned towards me. "Take it," he said, letting only the smallest cloud escape. I locked lips with Sean, and he forced the drug into my lungs, once more completely filling me up with the cloud. I was a light-weight, he was a heavy-weight. I was already in over my head. But still, I held the crystal for as long as I could. "Good job," he said, finally giving me permission to breathe it out. He put the pipe and lighter on the bed table. "You want my poz load?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do," I answered. I was feeling no pain and no shame. The idea of a hard poz cock sliding into my hole was filling my mind, crowding out all other thoughts, including any thought of self-preservation. "I need some fresh poz cum in me." "It's hot to hear you beg for it," Sean said. He reached down and pulled his jockstrap to the side, letting his cock hang out. He was already semi-hard, and I could tell it was a nice sized dick. It wasn't as long as some I had played with, but just the girth and weight of it was impressive, especially in contrast to his short, skinny body, which made it seem even bigger. I must have been staring, since Sean noticed me and said, "Yeah, it's a big one for a skinny runt like me." Sean poured some lube on his cock, stroking it and slicking it up. It didn't grow much bigger, which I was glad for, but just got harder. As he rubbed the lube over his shaft, he started to press the head against my ass, teasing it. I pushed back against him, wanting it inside of me. "Please man," I begged. I didn't want it; I needed it deep in me. "Patience," he answered, adding "you'll get it soon enough." He poured some lube down my crack and slid a finger in, pushing the slippery fluid into me. "You're opening up really nicely," he remarked, asking "You ready?" I nodded. I grabbed the bottle of poppers and did a hit. Sean poured a little more lube on his tool. I offered him the poppers, but he shook his head. "Give me that hard cock," I said. He grinned at me and lined his cockhead up with my hole. Right as the poppers hit, Sean pushed into me. Feeling my hole stretch open to fit his thick cockhead, I knew this was going to be another intense fuck. Sean took his time entering me. He didn't go very fast, but it was also clear he wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Damn, that's tight," he said. "How long have you been getting fucked?" I thought back to when I had first met Nathan. I realized that it had been less than a week ago. Now here I was, tweaked out, with my legs up in the air, and a relative stranger forcing his poz raw cock into my hole. "Only about a week," I said. In my horny, tweaked-out state, I couldn't keep up with any story more complex than the simple truth. "Damn, man. No wonder you're so tight. And you're already chasing?" "Chasing?" I asked. I had never heard that phrase before, especially for sex. "You know, bug chasing. Looking for poz guys to infect you." "Yeah. I guess I am chasing." Sean had now gotten his cock all the way in my hole, and was starting to slowly stroke in and out. Between my insatiable desire for raw cock and tina's effectiveness, I knew my hole was opening up nicely for him. "Hot," Sean said. "What about you? Did you chase? Or was it an accident?" "Naw. Once I started seriously partying, and of course, barebacking, I knew it was only a matter of time." He shoved his cock back into me. "I was playing with all kinds of guys, poz, neg and unknown. All raw. I knew it was pointless to try to avoid it." "So, what did you do?" I reached down and grabbed his bony ass. He was small enough that I could grab both cheeks, and pull him deeper in my hole. His body felt so small on top of me, yet his cock was so large and hard inside of me. "I went for it. Whenever I saw a poz guy online, I'd ask him to fuck me raw." He took another of his deep strokes and his eyes closed in pleasure. "Did anyone refuse?" I was wondering how common it was for poz guys to knowingly fuck neg guys. Nathan had fucked me, but then, he had also asked me repeatedly if I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. "Hell no. Every guy wants to fuck raw, no matter what he might say." I had to agree with his assessment, as either a top or a bottom. "Only one guy wasn't sure about it, that is fucking me raw." "And, what happened there?" "I said I'd get him high. And he fucked six poz loads into me over the weekend." "Sweet," I said. "Yeah." Sean leaned in and kissed me. I was having a good time. There was an easy connection developing between us. He was also just fun to talk to, not to mention how good his cock felt buried in my bare ass. We lay there, kissing and fucking, working his cock deeper into my body, and then fucking and kissing some more. He was dripping pre-cum into me the entire time, further lubricating my hole. "How long did it take?" I asked, breaking off our long kiss. "Getting pozzed?" he asked. I nodded. "I don't know. I never got sick. And I waited six months before I got tested." He thrust in deep. "Of course, I tested out poz." We went silent again. He was fucking me harder now and I could tell he was getting close, but I didn't want the fuck to end quite so soon. "Any regrets?" I asked him. "About being poz?" he asked. He shook his head no. "You know that feeling, right as the crystal is hitting, when you have that feeling of complete freedom and total desire for sex?" It was my turn to shake my head, this time agreeing. "It's like that. All the time. I don't worry about who fucks me. Or who I fuck." I smiled. "It sounds nice." "And sometimes, just sometimes," he said, "You get a fucking hot neg guy, with an amazing ass. Who. Wants. My. Poz. Cum." With each word, he thrust his cock into me, emphasizing just whom he was talking about. "And it makes all the petty discomforts completely worthwhile." We took another long pause from talking in order to make out some more. Then he asked, "And you? Why are you doing this?" I paused. It was a question for which I didn't have a good answer. Nor would Sean be the last one to ask me either. I delayed answering by pulling him down and kissing him again. He probed my mouth but after a few moments, he broke it off. "You can't get out of answering that so easily." "I don't know for sure. A week ago, I would have said I was totally top. Bareback, but still a top. Then I met Nathan. And I had to get his cock inside of me." Sean was watching me, smiling. I could feel his cock stiffening slightly in my hole. I continued. "And that he was poz wasn't a worry. It was almost a bonus. Now I just want to not be afraid anymore, to get the inevitable over with. And enjoy the process as much as I can." "I understand. Nathan's damn amazing," he said. It was an interesting comment, said in a tone that implied much more was being left unsaid. I expected for him to be jealous, but there was no trace of it. "Any regrets so far? Any uncertainty?" "Some. It's big step, but so far, this just feels right. The first time Nathan came in me was the most intimate experience I've ever had. And your cock in me raw is almost as amazing." I pulled him into me deep again, and kissed him. "Fuck me. Cum in me, Sean. Breed me good, Sean." "Fuck Jason, I don't want to cum yet. I want this to last." Almost simultaneously, we both turned and looked at the clock on the bed table. Forty-five after. Time had flown by for us, twisted by the crystal into an encounter that was far too short. "Damn. Time's almost up." "I know. Seems too short. Is this going to be the only time?" "Not at all. Nathan knows how to find me. But let's focus on the here and now. Which means getting you bred." "Sounds good to me," I said. Sean grabbed the bottle of poppers and held it under my nose. "Do a good hit, Jason," he said. I took a long hit, before Sean took the bottle. He did a hit and then offered it back to me. I shook my head no, but he insisted. "Let yourself go," he said. Reluctantly, I inhaled more of the sweet scent. "Right on, Jason," he said, doing one last quick one himself. "Now, what do you want?" "I want your poz sperm inside of me, Sean." It was a true statement. I was having a great time with Sean, and it seemed perfectly alright and perfectly natural to have him shoot in me. That it was deadly sperm was only an added bonus. It was such a small, intimate thing to give him as a top: to let him cum in me. I couldn't make him pull out. I couldn't think about how it could change me forever. "Please, breed me." "Oh yeah, Jason," he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot. I'm gonna cum in your sweet raw ass." He bent down, stuck his tongue in my mouth, and shoved his cock in deep. "I can't hold it any longer," he said. Deep inside of me, his cock stiffened, spurted and injected his toxic cum into me. "Take it, Jason," he said, between frantic kisses. "Please, Sean, give it to me," I said. I was clenching my ass around his cock, trying to milk out every drop of his poz jizz. I was totally in the moment, unable to worry about the danger of this simple fuck. The danger was a part of the turn-on; this innocent-looking young man had a cock that could kill, coupled with a serious drug problem. "Fuck yeah, I'm breeding that hot hole of yours now," he said, pistoning in and out of my ass. I could feel his cockhead rubbing his sperm all over my hole, making sure it smeared across my hole, ready to be absorbed by my body. There were a few more shivers racking Sean's body, as he pumped the last of his load into me. We stayed linked with his cock connecting us. We made out a bit while the last drops of his precious spooge slowly dripped into me. "Thanks," I said. "That was hot." "Fuck yeah," he said. "I hope you get what you need. And I'm glad I could be part of the process." "Me too. I really enjoyed this." We were quiet a bit, kissing while his cock softened. "What's your plans for the rest of the day," I asked. "Not sure," he answered. He shifted slowly, finally letting his cock slide out of my hole. Soon I would need something back in me, but for now, it was enough just to feel his warm semen in my hole. "Still early. Probably head to a bath house and see how many loads I can get." He grabbed a towel from the bed table and wiped off his cock. "You?" "Nathan's got my afternoon planned. You're the first of several. But no idea of who." "Fucking hot. You're gonna have fun." "I hope so. You've set a very high bar." He laughed. "Let's do a hit for the road," he said as he picked up the pipe again. He lit the torch, and held it under the bowl. As the crystal smoked, he did an expert hit, draining the bowl several times. When he finished, he motioned for me to shotgun it from him. I took the hit. It was huge and it filled my lungs. "Hold it for me, Jason," he said. As I held it, he put his cock back in the jockstrap, and pulled on his shorts. "Now," he said, and I got to exhale. The cloud filled the room. "Your turn," he said, handing me the pipe and torch. I lit it up, and started sucking on the stem. I wasn't sure how big of a hit I wanted, but Sean told me what I needed. "Do a big one, Jason." I kept on inhaling, filling my lungs the best I could. "Nice," he said, as I finally pulled the pipe away. "Hold it." I held it as long as I could and motioned for him to shotgun it. We locked lips as I pushed the hit into his mouth. He only took a bit of it, making me exhale the rest. "Fuck Sean," I said. "I'm going to be feeling fearless this afternoon." "That's what I want. You need to enjoy this afternoon." He put away the pipe and lighter, and gathered up his things. He gave me one last kiss. "I want to see you again soon. Hopefully you'll be poz by then." He headed out the door, and I lay back down on the bed, waiting for Nathan to bring the next guy.

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…

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

I was sitting at home one Sunday night, horny and idling stroking my hard cock. Jerking off was the obvious answer, but I wanted to cum in some queer's mouth or ass, preferably after getting a few loads down my throat. I went online and checked if anybody interesting had cruised me on squirt. Nope, just a guy who'd offered to fuck me several times. No face pic, his body looked hot enough and he had a big dick. But, I got a bad feeling from him and had always turned him down. It looked like a night for Hollywood Boutique in Lake City. I posted a note on my profile and on the Hollywood page in the Cruising section. It was busy for a Sunday, several guys cruising, two guys making out and stroking each other's cocks and one guy sucking another. I went to the gay room, took a chair and pulled my cock out. One of the cruisers, an older guy, sat down next to me and showed his cock. I stroked him for a bit, then leaned over and took him in my mouth. A few minutes of vigorous sucking and I was rewarded with a tasty treat. I sat idly stroking my dick for a while. It had turned and not too many guys there. The front door banged shut and after a bit a man walked in, leaned against the wall across the room from me and pulled out a nice fat, uncut cock. I stared at the nicely hardening prick and licked my lips. He walked over, stood in front of me and stuck his dick in my face. Leaning forward I slid my tongue under the foreskin and licked precum off the head. Mmm, tasty: nice and salty, ripe and flavorful. Sucking harder, I pulled the head into my mouth and licked under the rim. I was rewarded with a little bit of yummy cock cheese. Soon the beautiful cock was fully erect and I was getting copious precum. After a bit he pulled out and sat down next to me. He leaned over and kissed me. We made out for a while and I getting really turned on. He pulled away, "I want to fuck you." "What's your HIV status?" "I'm neg, tested last month. I never bottom, haven't gotten much action lately. Last BB I did was several months ago." Mmm, yeah! "You want it bareback or wrapped?" "I'd love bareback." "I'd love to take your load." I kissed him and stood up, shoved my pants down and turned around. He pulled me to him with one hand and guided his oozing prick to my asshole with the other. I moaned as he wallowed the head around my rosebud and smeared juice on it. I pushed back and he slid his hard length into me. He wasn't all that long, maybe seven inches, but he was nice and fat. His arms went around me and he held me against his crotch, not moving. I moaned as he said "Man, you're really tight! I haven't been in this nice an ass in ages." "Fuck me hard! Give me that big dick!" He started stroking in and out slowly, then quickly banged me hard and fast. I was in faggot heaven, getting my ass fucked off by the nicest dick I'd had in months. "I'm not gonna last long," he panted in my ear. "Just screw me hard and fill me with cum! Breed me!" "Oh, yeah, yeah, cumming in your ass, breeding you, bitch!" He humped into me hard and held it in, shuddering and trembling. I seldom feel it when a man cums in me, but I felt it this time. His cock twitched in my ass and I felt hot liquid fill me. I was really turned on. I loved it when a man said he was breeding me. I knew most guys meant just cumming in someone bareback, but I was also aware of another meaning of the word. I'd recently stumbled across sites that celebrated bugchasing. I had no intention of getting fucked by a poz guy, condom or not, and had no interest in getting infected, but I'd started jerking off reading stories of guys getting intentionally infected. I'd also started cruising personal sites and checking out poz guys and imagining them fucking me raw. I'd almost shot my load when the guy had said he was breeding me. I fantasized that he was really poz and I'd just taken my first poz load. He pulled out and I sat down. He stuck his cock in my face, I sucked it in and lovingly cleaned cum and assjuice off it. Yum, yum, my favorite two flavors: cum and ass juice. Especially when it's my ass juice. After a bit he sat down next to me. I turned my head to him and soon were languidly making out. I felt a hand on my cock, looked down and saw a man kneeling between my knees. My top put a hand behind the guy's head and pushed. Soon I was getting a very competent blowjob while my top kissed me. All too soon I moaned and shot into my cocksucker's mouth. He milked my balls empty, stood up and kissed me. His tongue pushed my load into my mouth. I swirled it around for a bit. My top whispered in my ear, "Swallow your load faggot." I did so and my top turned my mouth to him and he kissed me again. "Thanks for a great fuck, man. It's been a while since I've barebacked. Almost forgot how good it was. You up for another round in a little while?" "As soon as your dick gets hard again. That was a first class fuck." "So get down on your knees and work some magic." I did so and soon was luxuriating in the feel and taste of a soft dick. It didn't take long, soon I was held tight in his arms getting my ass reamed out again. He lasted a long time; it was one of the longest, hardest fucks I had ever had. I had my eyes closed, soon I felt a mouth on my prick. I didn't feel it when my top shot in me. He humped in me and held me and moaned in my ear. I was about as turned on as I'd ever been. "Breeding you again, bitch!" My body jerked and I shot into my cocksucker's mouth. My top lowered me to my seat and once again I cleaned his cock with my mouth. Not as much cum this time, but more assjuice, tinged with a coppery taste I'd never experienced before. Soon he was kissing me again. He broke off and whispered in my ear. "Great fuck, even better than before. My apologies though; there was a little blood on my dick when I pulled out. I think I tore you up a little. Sorry." "Yeah, I tasted it when I cleaned you and I'm really sore. But, don't worry. That was one of the best fucks of my life. I'll heal." "When you do I'd like to fuck you again. We can do it at my place in Broadview if you like." "I would love to; give me your email address. I'll shoot you an e-mail." He did and we parted company. It was a couple of months before I dropped him a line. Not only was I busy at work, I also came down with a bad case of the flu a couple of weeks after he fucked me. Finally, however, I found myself in his bed getting my ass fucked. He'd asked me if I minded if a buddy of his watched and joined in. I said sure, as long as he was neg. I'd love to get tag-teamed. His buddy was black with a nice size dick, also uncut. It was one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. It was the wee hours before I left. They fucked me three times each, the last time a double fuck. That was my first time taking two cocks in my ass at one time. It was incredibly hot, made more so by my being blindfolded. My top had fisted me before the double fuck. After they both shot in me he took the blindfold off and held up a mirror. I was amazed to see my ass gaping open and turned inside out, with cum smeared all over. The black guy licked and tongued me, another incredible feeling. A few days later I was looking around on bareback sites when I came across a link to a blog by a bareback top with a sample pic. The room where it was shot looked familiar and when I clicked on it I saw it was the room where the two tops had fucked me. I went to the blog and was shocked to find numerous stills and videos of me getting fucked. All the faces were blurred, but everything else was clear. Nothing had been said about any cameras. I wondered what else I hadn't been told. I clicked on the personal info link on the blog and saw that it was indeed the top who'd fucked me both nights. My cock was rock hard when I read his info and my stomach turned over and I became dizzy. He was poz and had been for years. I followed a link to postings he'd made on the main site and found one that offered to gift neg bottoms. He said he was off meds and his viral load was very high. The posting had been made three days before he fucked me at Hollywood. He had lied to me: I'd been stealthed. I remembered the flu I had experienced and realized it was the fuck flu. He had purposely infected me with HIV. When that realization hit my cock jerked and squirted a huge load on my belly and chest. I looked again at his postings and saw a couple in the fiction stories section. One was a detailed account of how he'd offered to fuck a guy on squirt and been turned down. One night the guy had posted that he was going to Hollywood. What followed was a very accurate account of the night, down to the exact words exchanged when he shot the loads in me. My top had very purposefully stalked me, lied to me, stealthed me and infected me. My cock was rock hard again and I realized I wasn't angry. I was afraid for the future but I was also massively aroused and realized I was grateful to my gifter. I no longer had to worry about getting pozzed, it was done. I was free to take any load offered and planned to do just that. I started to go to the personal sites where I had ads up so I could change my info but had a thought. Instead I emailed my gifter and told him I was really horny and needed to get fucked. He emailed me back and said to come on over. I replied that I'd be there soon and that it would be really hot if he had a video camera he could set it up to record the fuck, complete with audio. He said yes, he had three cams and could set them at different angles. Soon I was pinned on the bed on my belly and he was slamming that big dick in me. He moaned in my ear, "You want it bitch, do you want my load?" "Yes, I want it. Give it to me." "Give you what, bitch? What do you want?" "I want your poison jizz in me. I want you to knock me up, poz me, infect me with your AIDS cum." "You got it, bitch, here it comes. Pozzing your ass. Infecting your faggot ass." His cock jerked in me and once again I felt his juice fill me. But now I knew I was taking poison cum. My cock squirted into the bed. It was the hottest fuck of my life and the beginning of complete honesty to myself of my desires. My gifter pulled out of me and turned me over. He took me in his arms and kissed me. "When did you find out the truth?" "Right before I emailed you today. I found your blog and your post of the night in Hollywood. I had the flu not long after and realized I'd been infected. I wanted to take your AIDS cum knowingly." "Are you angry at me?" "No, I'm grateful. I just wish I had known you were infecting me that night. Is the black guy that other night poz too?" "Yes, he is and he knew we were stealthing you. What are you going to do now?" "Take as many loads as I came from as many men as possible. Probably fuck my poison jizz into guys. Although I'm not going to stealth, I'll be honest about my status." "Famous last words. You're going to find what a rush it it fucking your poz cum into neg guys. I give six months max before you lie about your status and fuck a neg guy." "Why did you pick me to stealth?" "You checked out my ad in BBRTS several times and spent a lot of time looking at pozzing and stealthing stories. You wrote several pozzing stories, including a couple where you got stealthed. It looked to me like you wanted the bug but were afraid to take the step. Been there, done that. I decided to take the responsibility out of your hands. Also, I get off in a massive way infecting other guys, and it pissed me off a little that you wouldn't let me fuck you and give you what you wanted. You were bound to get knocked up sooner or later and I wanted to be the one to do it." "Mmmm, that's hot. How about you take me to Club Z and turn me out?"

Just wondering how many of you can feel it when a guy cums in you. Ive definitely gotten more sensitive to it. maybe it also depends on the size of the load too. I definitely felt it just now when a regular bred me. Hes not loud cummer either so I usually don't know until he pulls out completely and stops. Sometimes I reach back and check and I can tell by taste and smell that a loads been shot inside. But tonight must have been a big one. Id push it out except I tend to like to keep them inside as long as possible! Lube for the next one

I met a new sperm donor at a bar on Saturday night. He intends to use me and share me regularly. But he couldn't use me last night, so I've been really horned up since then. I went to the private arcade on State Highway 6 way out in the western suburbs of Houston. Because it's a private club it has gloryholes. It was fairly active, but it took a while before I got some action. An older man, my age, probably, grey hair, grey beard went into a booth and I took up my position on the other side of the gloryhole. He put through a soft cock, I sucked it hard to about five inches and he fed me. Very nice. I got my cock sucked by a guy who was getting fucked by someone in the other booth with him, but he wasn't able to concentrate, so I left. I saw who had been fucking him come out of the booth. He was short, skinny, dare I say emaciated?, and in his fifties. He cruised me but didn't go into a booth. I was concerned he might have shot his wad for the day. I sucked off another small cock through another gloryhole, then started resumed cruising the aisles. I saw a man emerge from a booth. The booth connected to it was still occupied, so I slid into the empty one. Through the gloryhole I saw it was the skinny butt fucker. He saw it was me and fed me a soft cock, It was soft but showed promise. Limp it was about five inches. I lovingly sucked him hard and he was a good seven inches of upward curving cock. He took over and fucked my face for a while, then let me suck him some more. He was rigid and I made my move. My cumhole was pre-lubed, and I'd already opened my jeans. I held his cock, turned around after applying some additional spit to my hole, and impaled myself on him. He signaled his approval by starting to fuck even before I was all the way down on it. He gave me a good, steady fuck for about five minutes, then sped up. I hoped he was going to breed me, and, sure enough he shoved all the way in me and held it there. He throbbed inside me, then moved his cock around in my cunt for a bit before pulling out. I turned around to clean his cock off, but he had his finger at the hole. So I put my hard cock through. There's nothing like getting a recharge to harden my cock. It didn't take long and I fed him a big load. Now I was spent. I left the abs. It was four o'clock. I had been in there forty minutes. If I hadn't shot my was I probably would have stayed four hours. But, no regrets.

Some Bottoms here say they are only there to please the top. So as long as they get the top's load it is OK. I have made my "position" on that clear several times. I want something out of it as well, not just a load in my hole. That is why I love to wear a jockstrap and a cockring. The cockring pushes out my balls which increases the chance, certainly when the top has a big set of lowhangers, that I can feel his balls slap against mine (covered by the jock pouch) when in doggy position. Doesn't always work but is has happened. It also pushes out my cock (and I usually get hard when fucked and harder when I wear a cockring) so it rubs the material of the pouch. Sensational feeling, certainly when I push back my foreskin. Both of this, plus the feeling of a throbbing cock fucking my hole makes the sex so much better for me as it increases physical stimulation. And I love cumming by just getting fucked. Anyone else got that as well? What are other Bottom's feelings about or experiences with wearing a cockring? With or without jock? If without, why do you wear one, what does it do for you?

The year itself has been almost amazing (have to give it room for even better improvements), sex was good (somewhere between so so and out of this world, and I had no regrets. I've stopped having regrets about things I do, only things I didn't do, and now I do them more frequently than before.

My Summer Job (Part I) It was shortly after high school graduation when I was cruising on line, I think I was on Manhunt, when they contacted me. They were a little older than my 18 years. I was told the older one was John and the younger one was Steve. John was 25, 5’ 10” with a muscular build at 160 pounds, with a shaved body, short cropped, brown hair with brown eyes. Steven was 22, 5’ 8” with a lean runner’s build at 135 pounds, with a naturally smoothed body, short blond hair and blue eyes. I told them my name was Hunter. They liked my looks with me being 6’ even, 170 pounds, a slightly hairy chest, blond hair and green eyes. They asked me; “What are you doing for work this summer.” I let them know; “I have not been able to find a job yet.” “Have you ever considered modeling?” “Not really. Why do you ask?” “We are looking for a few guys to model clothes for us. You can make $500 to $5000 a day working for us. We are doing the shoot here in Fort Lauderdale and will fly you down if you are interested.” This sounded too good to be true. But it was worth checking out. I thought about for a few minutes and since my parents were in Europe for a month I agreed to the offer, “Sure, why not. I’m not making any money sitting on my ass here.” “Right on bro! We will have the ticket sent to your e-mail. We’ll need you here in a couple of days.” I packed a bag and printed my ticket up and had a buddy drop me off at the airport. The flight seemed to pass quickly since I had my I-pod on and slept most of the way. I got off the plane and made my way to the baggage area where I was to meet John and Steve. They were there as promised and we shook hands. They led me out to their car and we were off to their place. They owned a condo on the beach and had rooms for the models to stay with them. This way they could shoot any time they needed too. I asked them; “How many other models are staying there right now?” “Just Silas, we start the shoot in the morning so get some rest.” We drove back you their place and I was shown where to throw my stuff. We sat down and had a beer. That’s when I met Silas. He was 6’2” tall with a lean, swimmer’s build, 6-pack abs, he as shirtless since he just came in from the pool, dirty blond hair and the nicest green eyes I had ever seen. We chilled and drank our beers and headed to bed. The next morning I was woken up and asked to get cleaned up and showered. I was instructed to shave all my body hair including my crotch since I’d be modeling bathing suits and underwear. I got in the shower and found a razor and shaving cream waiting for me. I shaved and showered and threw on my board shorts. I was given the clothes I’d be modeling and (since Silas was changing right there) I dropped my board shorts, put on my swim wear and we started the shoot. It was really cool and I was having a lot of fun. I changed clothes 6 times and before I knew it the shoot was done. John said; “You did a good job for us Hunter. That was an easy way to make $500.” “You bet. This is easy money bro!” “Go relax the rest of the day. Make sure you don’t get too much sun. We don’t want you looking like a lobster tomorrow.” I threw on my board shorts and joined Silas out by the pool, but when I got out there I noticed Silas was in the pool lying on a floating lounge chair naked. I figured, ‘what the fuck’ and dropped my board shorts and jumped in and joined him. I swam up to him and leaned on the floating lounge. “Hey stud, how’s it hanging?” “It want be hanging for long if you stay around sexy.” As Silas spoke to me his cock began to thicken. He was definitely a shower and a grower as his cock looked to become a good thick 10”. I licked my lips as I stared at his cock. He put his hand behind my head and pushed me over to his thick meat. I licked the side up to the head where I found a good amount of precum leaking from the tip. I soon found myself sucking on the tip of his cock as he moaned in approval. “He looked down at me and said, “Let’s move this inside.” I didn’t really care which room we went to, so I followed him into the pool house which turned out to be a play room with a sling and toys. We began to kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. He then pushed me to the floor where I resumed sucking his cock. He was still hard as steel and I was barely able to get half of his cock in my mouth. Silas put his hands on my head and soon I found his cock at the entrance to my throat. I never had any idea I could swallow his big cock but he helped me work it in and soon I was deep throating him like a pro. He pulled me to my feet and then lifted me up allowing me to warp my lean legs around his waist. He then put me in the sling. I wasn’t sure where to put my legs until he grabbed a couple ankle restraints and fixed my feet at a comfortable position. Silas then said, “We might as well use these on your wrists too.” As he lifted up a couple more and with little resistance on my part, he had my wrists restrained as well. He began to lick and finger my hole, getting me all opened up and ready for his cock. As he fingered me I began feel a burning in my ass. “That burns a little, what are you doing to me?” I ask Silas. “Just giving you a booty bump bro, relax you’ll love it.” I began to panic a little since I didn’t know what a booty bump was. I felt my cock get rock hard to the point it hurt as he began to finger in deep past my prostate. I leaned my head back and watch Silas work my hole in the mirror on the ceiling. I watched as he would pull his fingers out, dip them in a little baggie and then back into my ass where I would feel a slight burn again. As I watched Silas I began to feel my hole twitch the more he fingered me. Then he came up to me and asked, “How are you feeling bro?” I could tell my heart was beating faster and it felt as if the temperature had jumped in the room. I looked up at him and let him know that, “I’m feeling good Silas.” “I’m glad to hear you’re liking the booty bump I gave you. I’m guessing that was your first ever booty bump?” “Yes it was, what did you put up my ass?” “Just a little meth bro. It’s kind of like poppers but a lot stronger.” By this point my hole was screaming for attention. I needed something inside me. As Silas stood next to me and played with my dick I was ready to explode if I didn’t get fucked soon. “Are you gona fuck me or what?” “Is that what you want?” “FUCK YES! FUCK ME BRO, PLEASE!” Silas moved back between my legs, spit on my hole and shoved the entire length of his cock inside me balls deep. Normally I would have screamed but it felt so damn good I only moaned and thanked him. At the time it didn’t occur to me that he was fucking me without a condom and with the way I was feeling I don’t think I cared one way or the other. He just kept slowly, long dicking me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I think he was liking what he saw in me. I am not sure how long we were fucking when he began to pick up a little speed. His breathing began to change and I knew what was about to happen. I was finally coming to my senses and asked him “Bro, please pull out and cum on my abs.” “You should’ve asked that a while ago. This will be my third load I’m shooting.” He then grunted and groaned as I felt his cock expand and spasm deep inside me. I swore I could feel something warm splash my insides. He looked into my eyes, leaned in and kissed me deep and passionately to the point I forgot about his cumming inside me. He then whispered to me, “John and Steve were right with selecting you for this part.” “What part?” John answered as he came through the pool house door, “The part the kid who gets knocked up for money. Remember I told you that you could make up to $5000 a day, this is worth $5000 easily.”

let a guy breed me at his outdoor storage unit today. he was taller than me, didn't want to kiss (straight?), nice gut, thick thighs. big round firm ass, and yeah big nuts and and thick boner that curved up. kept asking me if i wanted that saved up load, kept looking up at him begging for it. slurped on it good and sloppy, turned around and he popped it right in. went pretty quickly cause we both wanted him to cum in my ass. he fuckin SOAKED it! shit it felt so good, so warm and filling. that said, three fucking cheers for the quickest hookup time! i swear, logged on my phone, he was there, saw me, asked if i wanted a stored up load, i said "where?" and 10 minutes later i was pulling into this gravel parking lot looking for an old dodge caravan. lol it was so much fucking fun!

9 days to go. Anal taken: 477 Anal given: 79 Swallowed: 661 Had swallowed: 189 Been fisted: 62 The 500 is going to be a tough one

All that I learn from this site You guys taught me to start eating chia seeds. Now also psyllium. I've never heard of any before I joined this site.

I am very interested in this topic too. And I hope a lot of tops read this too and appreciate the effort Bottoms go through to make sure they are clean and ready for them. After all, all tops have to do is drop their trousers and stick a stiff dick in a hole. Bottoms cannot just drop their trousers and be ready to fuck, unless you want a mess....

It's all about fiber. When I know I'm going to be a cumdump, I take psyllium husk in water before almost every meal. Makes douching a whiz and I can stay clean for hours if not days. If you have to eat something in the 12 hours before a fuck session or slutty weekend make sure it has fiber, for example a salad with broccoli and beets and almonds. I sometimes have protein shakes or yogurt if I'm hungry on a slutty day. Avoid cheese, chocolate, junk food, and heavy red meats as those things obviously get stuck in the system.

Hot between apartments When It's hot outside and you can't contain the heat, why not throw some off witha neighbor. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=fCCso-G296-#.VJaXr2cBg

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.

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

Never had sex with my dad, but this story reminded me of the few times my brother fucked me.

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

I like getting fucked in public areas of bathhouse and video booths

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…

Yup, just got an offer from a young, bare bottom cum dump that I deep fucked in Oregon to whore out his cock hungry ass next month when he visits Steamworks Berkeley. Cute young slut likes to be raw fucked deep and hard by all sorts of hung guys. Luvs begging for seed... Plan to place him in a sling, raw fuck his hot boi hole and fill it full of thick, creamy man spunk...no need for additional lube guys. My partner, who is 71/2 inches thick will follow, and then up goes the Whore Available sign! I'll supervise the breeding of his starving hole, help clean off Top's cocks...and do a little felching now and then... Should be fun!!!

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

I like fucking with as little lube as possible so we both can feel the incredible skin on skin friction. Using a bit of spit at first will help the pleasure last longer.

I like a connection but it is not really necessary. Top wants my mouth or ass, he gets it and about all I care about is he gets hard, cums and likes it. He wants more, that is fine also. I just love to please my tops and what I want is secondary.

You just described the way I piss fuck. Love how it heats the anal canal....

I was whored out recently while spending a week with my fb. He is dominant and aggressive and more of a master than a buddy. He used me and bred me first, always the first to cum in my ass and usually the last after I'd had a few loads in me. After two intense days of just me and him, he told me he had friends who were going to breed me. I didn't get a choice I had to obey and I was bred by every guy he could get. Then he decided to really whore me out and rented my ass to a couple of guys he knew online. They paid for my pussy, used me like a rent boy and left their loads inside me before kicking me out. It was the biggest turn on ever, acting like a slut, no load refused by order (not that I would anyway) next time I get a holiday I'm going to be spending it at my masters house as his whore.

Personally, i'm not a jackhammer fucker and I like to receive the same as I like to give. If a bottom cums while I'm fucking him, I would prefer that he just stop(.) - allow me to stay inside. His previous fuckings probably haven't left him to feel he can have trust that I won't move (and hurt him). I just want to enjoy the feeling of being deep inside him. As he relaxes we can pick up fucking again. Same when i've shot into him (whether he's cum or not) - i'll go deep as possible and want to stay there while my cum continues to flow into him. I want to leave every drop in him. If we lay still, and i slowly soften, his hole should tighten around me. If we remain in this position, when he/we are up for more motion, i'll start to get hard again and we can do it all over. If fucking is not comfortable for him, it's not comfortable for me.

I want to get a plug hooked to a hose and funnel and take multiple guys piss at once.

5. Nathan Even before Michael's hour was half over, I was already getting anxious. I had heard the short, painful-sounding grunts from the bedroom. I was wondering how Jason was doing and what he was thinking. I had been a little nervous about inviting Michael into the afternoon session. It was far too easy for him to be a sadistic asshole when he was in the mood and when I saw his "Rape is Fun" t-shirt, I knew he was in one of those moods. It wasn't until after five thirty that I heard the door open. Michael headed out. He walked right to the living room, and smiled. "Better check on your faggot. When I left, he was crying." Michael probably hadn't physically hurt Jason, but the mind-fucks he did were far more potent. Just to re-enforce his point, Michael snapped off the latex examination gloves he had been wearing. He stuffed them in his back pocket. I quickly led him to the front door. "Not a bad piece of ass either. You're a lucky man," he said, with an evil grin on his face. As he left, I went to the back bedroom, stopping to grab two tablets of X I had in the master bathroom. Jason was going to need the intimacy that the ecstasy would make easy to achieve. In the spare bedroom, the curtains had been drawn; it was dark and the room smelled of sweat, lube, and cum. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw Jason curled up on the bed. He was tightly holding on to a pillow. There were quiet sobs as well. "Jason?" I asked quietly, as I sat down by him on the bed. "Are you ok?" He finally responded when I put my hand on his naked torso. He turned to me, his face red. "I'm sorry," he said. "I thought I could handle this. But I can't." Michael had certainly done his classic mindfuck on Jason. "It's ok," I said. "I'm here." He was slow in responding to me, but eventually pressed himself against me and buried his face on my chest. I pulled off my shirt; I wanted him to feel my skin against his. Contact with another man would be critical, and I hoped that contact with me would be exactly what he needed. "I'm sorry. Sometimes, Michael can be a total asshole." "I don't want you to see me like this," he said, although he pulled me closer to him as he spoke. "I wanted you to see the strong and invulnerable me." "Jason, no one can always be strong." I grabbed a glass of water. "Here," I said, handing him a tab of X. "Take this. It'll help." He looked at it warily. "What is it?" "Some X. It will help you relax. I'm here. Don't worry." He put it in his mouth and took a swig of water. "My turn," I said, making sure he knew we were going to be in the same space. I dry swallowed the tab and only then took a swig of the water. I held him, his head again pressed against my chest. I could feel his breathing become steady and rhythmic. Finally, quietly, he asked, "Is it too late for me?" "No, it's not," I said. "Is that what you want?" I wanted, more than anything, for that to not be what he wanted. "I don't know what I want," he said. "They weren't on drugs," he continued "I know. Not everyone is." "Does that mean I'll get it from Eli? Or Michael?" I felt his body shudder when he said the name. "You'll get it from who you deserve it from," I said. "I want it from you. I really want it from you," Jason said. "I know. And I want to give it to you." "I want to be with you right now. And I don't want to be afraid any more." "Let's go to our bedroom," I said. I wanted him out of this room, out of a room with so much immediate history and into one where he would feel safer. I didn't know if he noticed or cared that I had said "our" rather than "mine." It had just slipped out, but it was true. It was how I wanted him. Wanted us. And I hoped he wanted the same for me. "Just be with me," he said. I took his hand and stood up. He followed my lead and also got up from the bed. He was naked now and more vulnerable and fragile than I had seen him before. His cock was soft and limp, no doubt a side effect of the drugs he had shared with the other men, but it only re-enforced his vulnerable appearance. He seemed beaten down, defeated, with only a tenuous hold on his once impressive masculinity. My cock, on the other hand, had been raging for the past four hours. Selfishly, the most difficult task this evening would be hot to get my cock inside of Jason without further upsetting his already fragile mental state. It was obvious he was tweaked out, especially considering Sean's, Eli's and Michael's habits. So, wasn't hard to get him into my bedroom. He pulled me down on the bed with him and surprisingly, started to kiss me immediately. He pressed his body against me, and with his warmth against me, my cock responded as well. It stiffened uncontrollably and I felt like I was in middle school again. My erection was completely uncontrollable. It didn't take long for Jason to feel my dick as well. His hand went down to my groin and unzipped my pants. He pulled out my cock and stroked it slowly. "I want this," he said. "I need this." "Are you sure?" I asked. "We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." He kissed me again. "No, really. Please. I need you. Put it in me. Nothing between us." With his clear approval, my hand slid down between his legs and explored his hole. Warm and wet, I slipped a finger inside of him with only the slightest resistance from his hole. "God. It feels so good to feel your skin inside of me," he said. I wondered what Michael had done with him; all he seemed to desire was contact from another man. I pressed in further, feeling all of the accumulated sperm squish around. At about the second knuckle, I hit a small, sharp object. Jason gasped for a second, whispering "Careful there." I did my best not to push it any deeper, but it was caught on my finger. "What is it?" I asked. But, once I got all of my finger into Jason, I realized that it was probably a shard of crystal, and I had just inadvertently given him another huge bump. "Did Michael give you a booty bump?" I asked. I needed to know for sure. "Yeah, right as he was leaving," Jason answered. "It's cool now." As it melted and absorbed into his system, he would want to play night. "Can you wait here for a minute or two? Alone?" I asked. I pulled my finger out of his hole. He was still tight enough clean all the sperm off. "I'll be back." "Promise?" he asked. "Don't leave me alone too long." The need in his voice was palpable. "Yes, I promise. I'll just go into the bathroom. It won't be more than just a moment." He reluctantly released his grip of my cock, and let me go. I got off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. "I'll leave the door open." Before I got more than two paces, he quietly asked, "You're coming back, right?" He even knew that there was only one door; it would be impossible for me to not come back. I made sure to turn on the lights in the bathroom and of course leave the door open just for him. I looked back and saw that he was watching me carefully, like he was afraid he was going to lose me or that I would run at any moment. I opened the medicine cabinet, and grabbed a Viagra. The night was going to be long and intense, and I had to be up for whatever was needed. I also got out the small cloth bag from the bottom shelf of the cabinet. I headed back to the bed, turning off the bathroom lights and I sat down next to Jason. He curled up next to me, nestling his head next to my cock and slowly licking my balls. It felt good. They were filled with thick ropes of sperm destined for Jason's hole. I opened the bag and pulled out a glass pipe. I held it up to the lamp on the bed table, examining it carefully. It had some crystal still in it, from the last time I had partied. "Ok if I join you? Partying, I mean," I asked. "Yeah. Please," he answered. I lit up the torch, waited for the crystal to melt and then sucked down on the long glass stem. It had been several months since I had last partied. It wouldn't take much to get me in the right zone. But, Michael wouldn't have gone easy on Jason either, making it more difficult to match moods. I did a few long hits, feeling the tina take over my head and then diffuse through my body. "Very nice," I said, finally putting the pipe and torch on the beddable. "Now we're truly together." I stood up, pulled off my shorts and the got back on the bed, pressing my naked body against his. The crystal was coursing through my blood and going directly to my cock. "I want to be with you now, Jason. I want to be with you in every possible way." "Me too Nathan. For now, I just want you near me." His voice was wavering a bit, like he was uncertain about something. "Next to me. Touching me." He rolled over onto his stomach with his ass up in the air. "Inside me." Jason may have had his uncertainties, but I knew exactly what I wanted. The twin mounds of his ass were so inviting and so perfect. I pulled his cheeks apart and stared at the tight hole they had obscured. As I started to lean in to lick it, Jason stopped me, "No, don't, Nathan," he said. "Why," I asked, not sure what was wrong. "You deserve better," he said, "A real man's hole, not some dirty boy hole like mine." He was once more on the verge of crying. I wondered what Michael had said and done to turn this confident young man into a fragile porcelain doll of masculinity. I ran my finger over his crack, gently pressing it into his hole. He might have thought he was unclean, but all that came out was a few strands of sperm. I licked off my finger, tasting the sweet cum. It was a mixture from the four different guys who had used Jason that afternoon. My own cock twitched, eager to add its own load to Jason's collection. "You're fine," I said. "No," Jason replied. "I'm a dirty, useless slut. You deserve better." I knew that between the drugs and whatever Michael had told him, he wasn't thinking clearly. "You have such a beautiful hole," I said. I was now kneeling right between his legs and was spreading his cheeks apart. My face was right up against him and his well-used hole. "You should be proud of it." He was a rollercoaster of emotion. "You really think so?" he asked me, already noticeably happier. I had to pick my words carefully in order to not set him off on another round of self-doubt. "Yeah, I do. How many guys fucked you this afternoon? Four?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. He arched his back, pressing his ass against my face. I licked it, tasting the accumulated sweat, lube, and cum. "And each of them loved your ass so much, they gave you a load, right?" I said. "They loved it enough to anoint you with their cum." "Yeah, I guess." I could tell he was starting to relax; he was now pressing his ass up against me. "Believe me," I said. "Your ass is beautiful. And seeing all their cum leak out makes it even more perfect." "You really think so?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "You should be so proud of that ass. And all I want is to be inside of it. Adding my load to you collection. My poz load. Isn't that what you want?" "Yeah," he answered. "I want you inside me." His voice was still wavering a bit. "Breeding me," he said finally. "But," he said, then paused. "I don't know." "Forget what Michael might have said. He's an angry man, and he takes it out on others. Men like you." I buried my face in his ass. The scent was like the strongest poppers I'd ever used. I licked his hole, just enough to open him up again. "I guess. I'll try. More than anything, I need you next to me and you inside of me. I need your cock inside me. Your cum. Your virus. It's all I can think about," Jason said. "You're sure?" I asked. I was afraid he might have second thoughts, but nevertheless, I flipped him onto his back, and aligned my cock with his hole. "I want to be in you so badly," I said. "I want to breed you." "I want you inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." He was silent for a moment. "Pozzing me." This time there was a quiet certainty in what he said. There were no qualifiers or second guesses. He wanted cum. "That's what I wanted to hear, Jason." Resting right by his hole, my cock was hard as a rock. With just a slight push, I could be inside him. But, in the end, I didn't have to do anything at all. Jason pushed back ever so slightly and my cockhead pressed inside him. After Jason started the process, I still did the rest of the work. Although I only had to relax my muscles and let my weight push my cock all the way into his hole. "So wet," I said. "Five cocks now. How many loads?" "Four and then some," he said. "And then some?" "Yeah, Michael stuck some frozen sperm up my hole." I should have guessed. Michael loved a devil's dick. Probably how he had done the booty bump as well. "He said it was from several different guys." "How do you feel about it?" "I'm still not sure. I love getting fucked, and having sperm in my hole is one of the best feelings in the world. But that was a bit strange. Impersonal." He paused, collecting his thoughts. "He said it would be a great booty bump as well." "You can relax now. Don't worry about it." I pulled him closer, feeling his body press against mine. We started to make out, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. His cock was pressed against my stomach. It was still soft and flaccid, no doubt from the combination of the drugs and what Jason had been through that afternoon with Michael. I didn't care; tonight needed to be about his perfect raw hole, about my hard poz cock, and the communion that we could share within them. Both of us would work together to get my sperm and my virus into his body. We were quiet there, with just the sounds of us kissing, and my cock sliding in and out of his sloppy hole providing the perfect soundtrack. Finally Jason spoke again. "Thank-you, Nathan." "For?" "This afternoon. It was intense. But good." "I'm glad you liked it." I was jealous of all the men who had been able to share the intimate moments of fucking Jason raw, not to mention the moment where Jason shared of himself with them. But I didn't say anything. Deep down, I needed this to be the fuck he had been wanting all afternoon. He had been reading my mind. He continued, "But this is the fuck I really wanted. Take your time. Work all of their toxic loads into me. And then, add yours. The one I've wanted. The one I've always needed" "I've got more than one load for you tonight." Actually, I had several loads in me. And all of them were going to go into Jason's perfect ass. I was in a good mood that night. I had an alphabet soup of drugs in me: X, V, T, and each of them had added depth to my happiness. My raw cock was buried deep in Jason's unprotected hole, each thrusts lubricated by the accumulated jizz of many men. The entire time I was making out with a beautiful boy, while he begged me for another injection of my toxic cum. "You're inside me," Jason moaned. I nodded in agreement as he continued. "I can't tell where you end and I begin. It's good to be this close to you." I kissed him again. "Yeah. You're feeling the X, aren't you?" This time, he nodded in response. "It's good for us to be sharing this." "Sharing your virus?" he asked me. "With me?" "That's just one part of it. I like being next to you. And I like being inside of you. Feeling you." I didn't want to have to ever pull out of Jason; this connection felt so good and so right. But his words and my feelings seemed very familiar. I realized that I had been saying the exact same things to Alan when he had been pozzing me. I now, finally, understood why Alan had been so eager to get inside of me. It was how my hole had made his cock feel and how important and necessary it had been for him to get inside of me as often as possible. How he had needed to breed me just as much as I had needed to get his semen and the virus it carried. "Please," Jason begged. "Breed me, Nathan. Make me your boy. Make me your poz boy." I remembered that night I had first said that to Alan. It had been the first weekend we had spent together. A weekend when his raw cock seemed to never leave my hole. I had told him what I needed, in explicit detail. In return, he had given me a kiss, a hard thrust, and a thick, toxic, poz load deep in my hole. Of course, that was years ago, before drugs, before it got so much safer to fuck raw. I wondered how long it would take Jason, if he would ever be able to get what we needed to share. I leaned in and kissed Jason. I forced my hard cock into his tender hole one more time. I stopped trying to hold back. I grunted, I moaned, and my cock exploded inside of him. I could feel each spurt of deadly semen jet into Jason. I wondered if he could feel my poz load entering him as well. "Fuck, that's a big load," Jason said, answering my question for me. "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold back. But there will be plenty more for you," I said. "I know. This is ok," Jason said. "This is exactly what I wanted from you. What I needed from you" Even after my balls were drained of their deadly contents, my cock couldn't go soft. The Viagra was working its magic on me, and for a change, the crystal and ecstasy were not hurting at all. But the biggest factor was just Jason. I wondered what was going to happen to him, to us once he became infected. Hopefully, it would not be a question of if, but it would be a question of when. Was he just using me for this disease I carried? The disease he wanted so badly now. Or was there something more between us? We stayed connected, with my still-hard cock inside his beautiful hole and our sweat-soaked bodies sticking together, kissing the entire time. All things had to come to and end and my cock was starting to soften. Finally, it slipped out. It had felt like hours, but a glance at the clock showed that it was only fifteen minutes. "You ok?" I asked him, as I tried to stand up, stretch, and see if my legs could support me. To answer me, Jason put his legs back up in the air, and pulled on an ass cheek, exposing his hole to me. I could see a small rivulet of dirty white sperm dripping out of his hole. He smiled at me. "I am now." One of his fingers disappeared into his hole, displacing a bit more sperm. "You absolutely sure?" I asked. On the bed table was a camera; I grabbed it, and kneeled down by the bed, right on level with his hole. It was a bit hard to focus in the dim light, but years of practice had taught me how. "Your hole is dripping," I said. "I know. I can feel all that cum up there, becoming a permanent part of me. Your cum. Your virus. You." He pulled his finger out and even more jizz dripped out of his hole. I took more close-ups of his wet, spermy hole, basking in the happy knowledge that I had given him much of that sperm. "I like having you inside me. I like having you near me. And I really like being high with you," he continued. I stood back up, admiring how Jason was slowly moving his body, like he was feeling himself for the first time. He was at peace with himself, even compared to just thirty minutes earlier. I took a few more pictures, as he continued to finger and touch himself. He was smiling, staring at me. "You're fucking beautiful," I said. "Even more beautiful knowing how much cum is in your hole." "You really think so?" he asked. His finger disappeared back into his hole, and all I could imagine that it was my cock back in his warm, welcoming depths. Before my eyes, right then, his body had aged and grown to complete perfection. He was a young, sexual man at his absolute prime. I feared that in my next breath, in the next click of my shutter, that perfect moment would pass, lost forever. But I didn't have to worry. It might have been the perfect moment, but it was clear it would be just one of many perfect moments we would share tonight. And hopefully for many more nights to come. "Yeah, I do," I said, letting the camera drop to my side. I wanted to just watch Jason without a camera and viewfinder between us. He sat up, sitting on the side of the bed. I leaned in to kiss him. "I could stare at you all day." "Thanks. You don't have to say that, to get into my hole, you know. You can fuck me any time you want." I lifted the camera back up, to try to get the perfect shot of his smile. "You mind if I hit the pipe again?" he asked, pointing at the glass pipe still on the bed table. "Not at all," I said, as he picked it up and the lighter. While Jason heated up the bowl, I started to put down the camera. "You don't have to put it away," he said, still focusing on the bowl as it slowly filled with the white clouds. "I trust you," he said. I pressed the shutter button. The torch illuminated his face. He put the pipe to his lips. "Go ahead," he said, before he started to inhale. "I want all of this recorded. I want to remember every part of this weekend." I knew what he wanted, and I took more pictures as he did his hit from the pipe. I was so turned on, watching him get high, and knowing how far gone he already was. He was doing this for me. He had opened himself up to me entirely, letting me see his darkest, most intimate desires. And, he was letting me record all of it. He exhaled, and a thick white cloud engulfed his head. I continued to take pictures, mostly because I did not know what else to do right then. Jason did two more hits off the pipe, each one producing a cloud bigger than the one that came before. Then he held the pipe out for me. "Swap," he said. "You hit the pipe, and I'll take the pictures."

I'm going to be breeding three holes. Raw only, no pulling out. I'm poz. First load given around 10pm. By then I'll have a 3 day build-up brewing in my sack, it's going to be frantic, frenzied and hard. I'll be playing straight porn but it'll be real fucking loud. 8" cut cock, muscle daddy but it's through the glory hole only. Hoping to meet a piggy bottom from here that I can breed and seed.

“Now who want’s to be the first to help this boy get all eighteen of his birthday loads? Oh, did I mention that when the birthday boy came to the baths tonight he was a virgin.” An older guy stepped up, I couldn’t see his cock, but Tom pulled his fingers from my hole and I was soon equally as full as the old guy started to pound away. Tom kissed me and then turned my head to the side so that he could force his cock down my throat. The old guy didn’t last long and soon he was moaning and spluttering as the cum shot out of his cock into my ass, and all the while Tom was feeding me his cock. Apparently just outside of my field of vision a line was forming because no sooner had the older guy stepped aside then a young thing blond twink took his place. And so it went on and on, and all the while Tom was gagging my on his cock till he shot a load down my throat. I kept count for the first ten loads and then after that I lost track. By that point though my hole was so stretched out that the guys with average sized cock were invisible to me and I could only feel the big ones. It was as if the rest of my body had shut down and all that remained was my ass; my cum and sweat covered ass. It wasn’t just my ass that was covered in cum, some where around the seventh top guys had started jerking off over me and now there were ropes and pools of cum all over my thin twink torso. Henry still stood beside me, occasionally fucking some guy waiting to breed me. Tom had clambered into the sling next to me and now had his legs in the air and was well on his way to catching up to my count. As a big fat black man pulled his equally fat cock from my hole and I could feel a river of cum flowing out of my hole. A few guys cheered and shouted things like: “look at his hole gaping,” “he’s fucking wrecked,” “that cunt will never be tight again.” I was in heaven. After all that time wondering what sex would be like, just wanting to get it over with and now here I was wreaking of cum and sweat my hole gaping wide, I had found my place. A new guy appeared between my legs and as I watched him line up his cock with my hole I thought he looked rather familiar. He was about six feet tall and squarely built with jet black hair and super dark five o’clock shadow. It was the guy from the desk at the entrance, the one I had rented my locker from. I felt a thick cock slid easily into my hole and he leaned over me and taking in my cum covered body said, “I knew you’d be popular birthday boy, but I didn’t know how popular. I’m just glad this cunt was still here when I got off work even if it is basically destroyed.” He bucked into my hole for a few moments and then seeing Henry said, “You taken charge of this boy hole then Henry?” “Yep, plucked his cherry myself.” “Sweet, well seeing as you’ve already let every guy in this place wreck this boy’s cunt mind if I just ruin him for life.” “Go right on ahead Sam, do what you like.” I had no idea what they were talking about but Sam pulled his cock out of me and examined my hole for a minute. He then began rubbing around my abused and stretched ass ring sliding his finger in from time to time. Slowly he worked in first two, then three, then four fingers inside of me. The pressure mounted as he began to work his thumb in too twisting his hand around inside my hole, pushing forward a little with each twist. The cum smeared all over my ass acted as lube and eased Sam’s entry and in what seemed like no time with a soft pop my hole swallowed his hand. I moaned like the bitch in heat that I had become as he started to fuck me with his hand. Cum splattered out of my hole and onto the floor as Sam worked his hand deeper and deeper into my guts. I really have no idea how long he fisted me or how deep he got. My eyes had rolled into the back of my head and all I could focus on was the sensations coming from my ass. Several times cum shot from my own cock without my having even touched it, but it did nothing to slake my lust. When Sam finally pulled his fist and his cock from my ass after cumming twice I realized that the room had emptied out quite a bit. Henry was depositing another load into Tom who looked as fucked out as I felt, and a few men were hanging around the perimeter but the massive crowd had gone. “Where is everyone,” I asked weakly. “Gone kid, it’s eight am,” Sam replied. Holy shit, I had spent the whole night in the sling, I had never even made it to the hotel I had booked. “How about one last load from us two and then we’ll get you cleaned up boy,” Henry said helping Tom from the sling. “Yes please,” anything to keep this day from ending. Henry and Sam helped me from the sling and the two of them supported Tom and I on unsteady legs back to Henry’s room where Tom collapsed on the bed. “Get on top of him boy,” Henry commanded, and despite the fact that my legs felt like jello I mounted Tom’s ever hard cock and then practically laid down on him with it still inside me. Henry slid his cock easily inside of me next to Tom’s cock and slowly began to fuck me. Sam made to leave but Henry told him to stay, and in fact Sam got behind Henry and slid his cock inside Henry’s big meaty hairy ass in a quick smooth stroke. The four of us then shared what was honestly the most tender fucking that happened that whole night. We had been bonded together by what we had done with each other and it showed in how Henry controlled the smooth easy tempo of the other three till finally he and Tom blasted inside of me adding to what I thought must honestly be a gallon of cum in my ass and Sam planting the first load of the night in Henry’s ass. We then disentangled ourselves and made our groggy way to the showers. Henry washed the cum from my body but made sure not to remove any from my hole, though a good quantity was simply running down my leg out of my gaping hole while Sam cleaned off Tom. We went to our lockers and put back on our street clothes, it felt weird to have them on at all. Henry grabbed my phone out of my locker before I could put it back in my pocket and the three guys quickly passed it around putting their numbers in, and then we all did the same for Tom. Then we left. I drove home in a sleepy silence, and when I got home I walked past my parents muttered something about having a good time and went up stairs to pass out. When I woke up sometime around dinnertime my phone was glowing with texts from my new friends; I smiled. Perhaps the rest of my summer wouldn’t be such a dry spell after all.

Part VIII I returned to my bedroom and put down the glass of water next to the bed. I soaked in the sight of his abused and limp body as he lay passed out and completely at my mercy. He was still coated in a mix of dried cum and sweat from when he collapsed to the floor of the basement. I knew that the hours spent hanging in the chains had been the hardest and most painful experience his body had ever endured, and that his aching muscles would be easily overpowered all night. The viagra had finally worn off after the hours of torture and multiple orgasms, leaving his denuded cock flaccid. I reached over and wrapped my fist around his shaft and gave a few hard squeezes to see if it would stir. A moan forced its way through his unconscious state, but still his defeated cock remained soft. I knew I would have to fix that since his night had just begun. My helper was on the way to begin the next part of his descent into a dick starving cum whore. Picking the water back up from next to the bed, I dropped in the powder of a crushed Viagra pill and stirred until it dissolved. I knew he was dehydrated and needed more than one drink, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t revive him too much so he would stay on the edge of exhaustion. I wanted his body feeble and his mind weak to the sensations that would bombard him. I had ground down the apex predator, and now had to build a true poz cockhound out of the raw materials. Propping up his head, I began to slowly drip water into his mouth. Even dead to the world, his desperate body immediately drank everything that was given to it. After five minutes of patiently feeding him more water and drugs, he finally consumed all of the glass. As I dropped his head back unto the bed, I noticed a faint pulse appear in the veins lining his shaft. I knew he would need to time to warm up, but I was in no rush to begin the next stage before he was completely ready. With almost perfect timing, I head a strong knock on my front door, and knew my helper had arrived. Still nude and covered in dried sweat and fluids, I went back downstairs to allow my guest inside. As I confidently pulled open the door, I saw a very familiar face. Drew was special for a few reasons. Out of all the demigods I had lured into my trap and consumed, Drew’s name had the honor of being tattooed as the first of my list. He was the same height as me, but had a beautiful tan that made him a bronzed brown. Some people looked horrible with a tan, but Drew’s tan made him a worthy of a statue. He had dark brown hair that was buzzed short, and blending invisibly into his hair was a trimmed beard across his jaw. He also shaved his neck up to the jaw ridge, making his powerful muscles and tendons stand out like steel cables on a suspension bridge. But behind the dark skin, brown hair, and beautiful face was his most striking feature. His deep blue eyes stood in stark contrast to all the dark skin and hair, and many times I found myself getting sucked into them and the raw hunger I had planted in them. I always did have a weak spot for blue eyes. I grabbed onto Drew’s shirt and pulled him into the hallway. He didn’t resist as I pushed him against the wall and forced my tongue deep inside his mouth while I kicked the front door shut with a bang. He kept his arms flat against the wall as my hands roamed his chest, pulling and kneading his sensitive nipples and ridges of muscles. As I pressed hard against him I could feel his body squirm with pleasure as he was manhandled, and I could already feel blood quickly pumping into his hardening cock. Drew was a firefighter on the local force, and I made sure he kept his body in peak condition. Underneath his tight shirt there was the lightest dusting brown hair across his chest, and also on his lower arms and legs. I always made sure that his cock and ass was as bare as I had made my prey earlier in the evening. Drew was the young playboy of the fire department before I had run into him. He had scored more pussy than most firefighters did, and with his sweet innocence and gorgeous looks he never had to take anything by force. He would boast to his macho colleagues about all the pussy he would get, but privately was just as happy riding all the willing men he could find. Drew was a slave to his cock, and would put it anywhere to get off, which he did often. It was his pure lust which had made it so easy for me to lure him into my trap, as his naivety and sex drive had made him totally oblivious to any danger he might face. As we both finally started running out of breath from the continuous assault on his mouth, I finally pulled back and grabbed him around the jaw. Pushing his head back until it banged against the wall, his eyes were still locked to mine as he looked down his raised face. I dragged my other hand down the ridges of his abdomen and slid it inside his pants. I latched onto the base of his cock and clenched my fist hard. His cock was barely shorter than the biker’s rod upstairs and it was just as thick. But on his slightly smaller frame, his bare dick looked monstrous in comparison. I couldn’t imagine how many pussies and asses his cock had pried open before it became mine. It felt like a hot steel pipe in my hands and I continued to try and squeeze the blood back out of his shaft, to no avail. A high pitched whine escaped from him as he heaved in more air, and I saw him keep looking at me with a painful hunger he was desperate to satisfy. The harder I squeezed, the more his body would squirm across the wall, locked in place at his jaw and his cock. I smiled as I saw that despite his raw need, his powerful arms remained pressed against the wall even as his fingers tried to dig into the hard wall. I knew that all my training had paid off, and he realized that with my willpower I was capable of giving him far greater pleasure than he was able to give himself. I kept him pinned there for a minute before I finally spoke. “I have a new toy for you in my room. I just broke him in tonight.” His eyes darted to the stairs, and I felt the pressure build in his urethra as it filled with precum. Still holding tight, I dragged my first down his throbbing shaft to his glans, and knew that a pulse of hot sap was forced out of his slit. His eyes quickly came back to me as the sensations from his cock flooded into his sex-charged brain. Relaxing my grip, I slowly glided my hand back down to the root, and once more clenched it in a steel vise. Another moan escaped from his lungs as again I dragged my clenched first all the way down, and yet another wave of precum was forced from his cock. “I’m thinking about letting you play with my new toy, but I’m not sure you’ve earned the right yet.” Again and again I milked his thumping rod, and soon everything in his constricted pants was coated with hot and slippery precum. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knees were beginning to get weak and tremble from desire. As more and more pressure built around his jaw from my unmoving hand, his moans were becoming louder. “Please!” he whispered, unable to withstand the torture anymore. With anyone else I would have punished them for breaking so soon, but I knew that as I stared into those deep blue eyes I was more vulnerable to him than he knew. His pure desire always infected me and wore down my usual resolve. “Alright, I’ll give him to you. But first, you are going to clean me up.” I dragged my hand from the root of his cock all the way up his glistening cock. As I pulled my hand out of his pants, more and more precum collected on my fist, and his shaft was forced and bent through the tight spaces in his jeans. Finally my hand broke free, and a third of his shaft was pulled straight up above the waistline of his pants and exposed to the cool air. I knew the pressure of his huge cock was distending the material and pinning his throbbing shaft in place. Every small movement would cause a wave of pleasure to flow down his trapped cock, and more and more precum continued to pulse out of his exposed cockhead and dribble down to his soaking jeans and shirt. I took my hand and lifted it up to his mouth, and then instructed, “Get to work.” His head lunged forward and his tongue and lips bathed my fingers as he licked at his own juices like a starving dog. Making quick work of my hand, I pulled my hand away from his suctioning mouth and headed towards the couch. I had been exerting myself for hours, and there was a lot more he needed to clean up before I would let him get to the prize.

Part V As his groans got slowly louder, I continued to pull on his 10 inch shaft from the root down to his glans. I would gently drag the loose skin with my hand on the upstroke before clenching hard on the steel shaft on the downstroke. Each time my hand reached his bloated mushroom, a fresh pulse of precum was squeezed out by the pressure. Slowly the rest of his body was starting to move, only to be quickly constrained by his bindings. His head began to roll, and more groans of pain and pleasure finally started to pierce the murky cloud surrounding his brain. As I slid my hand up and down, I kept his cock pulled back and pointed straight at the floor. The first thing he would see when he opened his eyes would be his throbbing, bare dick oozing a strand of clear sap down to the floor, and my hands pulling and plying the things he cared about most. Even as he struggled to finally open his eyes, the feelings of bliss emanating from his shaft had combined with his instincts and muscle memory of a lifetime of fucking, causing him to try and buck his hips down into my steady hand. I could tell exactly when he finally regained consciousness, as the thrusting stopped and he just stared at the confusing sight in front of him. I kept steadily stroking, and waited for the realization of his circumstances to finally sink in. As that knowledge sank deeper and deeper through his confused state, his fear started building like an avalanche. His system was blasted with a surge of adrenaline, and suddenly he began thrashing against his bindings like the helpless prey that he was. I laughed as he whined in terror and finally started to realize the totality of his situation for the first time all evening, far too late. A cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body and I could imagine smelling the stink of pure fear as more and more adrenaline poured into his system, causing his bound muscles to tremble. He finally stopped flailing in the chains, and I stopped pumping his cock to watch with awe as every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once. He heaved against his bindings, unable to breathe as tremors ran down his arms and legs from the exertion. I half wished the chains would snap after witnessing such a desperate display of harnessed power. But the hunter knew that his web would hold, as it always did. I decided that to distract his fear before he permanently damaged himself. Letting go of his dick, I pulled his huge balls away from his body and tight in his sack, and then slapped them hard with my free hand. A shock wave tore through his body as pain overrode fear inside his panicking brain. His desperate strength left as quickly as it came, and he futilely tried to curl into a ball only to again have his limbs snap against their bindings. As he lay loose in the air, I returned to stroking his cock, kept firm despite the fear and pain by the Viagra that would keep his unwilling tool stiff through everything to come. I only needed two inputs to begin breaking him in, pain and pleasure. I never believed in whipping my prey to cause them pain. I would never ruin all the pleasure to come of feeling their perfect skin as it strained to contain their toned muscles. No, the ultimate tools for both were already bare and exposed in the palms of my hands, and I used one to punish and the other to reward his actions. The quicker he learned, the less pain he would feel, and the faster it would become pleasure. I did not bother to remove his ball gag since there was nothing he was capable of saying that I hadn’t heard before with begs and pleas. I knew he had never shown mercy to any of his conquests, concerned only with his own gratification no matter how much pain he caused. As the pain that had lanced through his gut finally started to ease, I could tell that his blind panic had subsided as he stopped attempting to frantically break himself free. I could see him realizing his predicament with confusion. Sensations of pleasure started to seep through that confusion as I continued to methodically milk his still oozing cock. Never changing my speed or motion, I saw his throbbing cock start to take control as it slowly inundated his brain with wave after wave of satisfaction. Each passing minute caused more and more involuntary impulses, and soon he was curling his toes and using all of his will not to once more buck his hips into my relentless hand. He began to sweat from all heat and hormones released in his exertions and the primal parts of his brain mistakenly prepared for sex. I steadily continued on and on with no regard for his deteriorating situation. I waited patiently until I finally got the signals I was waiting for. A groan quietly escaped from around his gag, and I saw him close his eyelids and he tried to fight back the waves of pleasure pushing deeper into his system. I stood up from my chair and released his nuts from one hand while keeping a tight grip on his rod. My arm was pulled up and back from standing, and his shaved cock could only follow. Soon it was pointed directly behind him and I could see the muscles connected to his shaft pulled taunt in protest but lacking the strength to escape my vice. I continued to incessantly slide my hand back and forth, but now would alternate every other stroke by dancing my fingers across his exposed glans. I gathered all the precum that kept collecting in his well and began to slick the rest of his shaft by corkscrewing my hand as it moved back and forth. Once it was glistening in the light and still involuntarily flexing from my service, I knew it was time to break the next wall. I reached out with my free hand and laid it deep on the bottom of his back. He froze, suddenly yanked out of the sensations his pleading tool had been feeding him. I smiled as I began sliding my hand across the soft, warm, hairless skin and then up his spine toward his neck. I felt a sense of pure satisfaction that came from caressing and connecting with each curve of perfect flesh, like a boy touching a forbidden masterpiece in a museum. Each muscle underneath his skin seemed to clench and ripple with a mix of anticipation and revulsion as my hand pressed gently against it on its journey upward. I felt the hot sweat which had channeled down from his huge shoulder blades as my exploration continued. Finally, I reached his neck, and slowly slid my hand up into his damp hair. Moving up to his crown, I curled my fingers deep into his tussled hair and then steadily pulled his head back. Immediately, his massive neck muscles tensed as he resisted my tug and pulled his head down with a garbled shout. Holding firm on his hair, I released his cock with my other hand and it rapidly swung forward to slap loudly into his abs. Pulling back my hand, I slapped his balls again, and another surge of agony radiated across his suspended and bound body. Blinded by pain, I yanked his head back until his back was fully arched up, exposing his quivering washboard abs and pecs. Holding him up, I reached around him and latched onto his nipple. I slowly tugged and twisted it back and forth, until moving on to grope his shoulders and biceps. Learning quickly to avoid the agonizing pain I could inflict, he again went limp as I pulled and plied his sweat-covered body. After returning one hand to again knead his monster cock while continuing to desensitize him to my roaming fingers, I soon had him dripping more precum like a leaky faucet. Helpless to stop my manipulations across all his sensitive parts, I edged him closer and closer to cumming. Sensing that he was right on the edge from the relentless up and down all over his pounding staff slick with his juices, I quickly encircled his massive sack and eased his balls away from his body before they could deliver their payload. His cum was separated by a ring of clenched fingers from reaching his quivering shaft. I remorselessly continued to grind back and forth, listening to his panting moans as he begged and flailed for release. Minutes of sweet torture passed, and soon he was delirious with need. His entire pelvis was involuntarily rutting in a desperate attempt to create any sensation that would release the pent up load, and his eyes had rolled back as pure lust blanketed his brain. Seeing this bound, sweat-covered demigod twisting, shaking, and moaning in absolute sexual frustration finally broke the dam of control inside of me. I released his glazed and raw cock to watch it desperately flex over and over as it sought anything to help it blast out its load. Keeping his balls clenched behind my iron grip, I watched as slowly his body descended from the precipice. Exhausted muscles finally surrendered and he collapsed limp against his manacles. As his chest heaved for oxygen, and a shower of sweat continued to fall from his body. After another minute, I finally relaxed my hand around his quivering balls, and smiled with satisfaction as he didn’t cum. I walked around my helpless stud, and came to a stop near his hanging head. Looking down at his beautiful panting body, I knew my wait was finally over. I had completely broken down his body, and now I was going to brutally fuck his mind.