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Part 2 I scurried home, my mind a whirl of emotion. In my room, I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror, staring at my cock which had been inside a man's arse for the first time. The next day, I couldn't concentrate at work. I felt something had changed and I was at a crossroads - did I move up and on into some kind of career, or did I descend into depravity? Later, after the store closed, I went out into the dusk. The light was on in the toilet and before I knew it, I had walked up the path and gone inside. There were several men there standing at the urinals, including the stocky guy in the green bomber jacket. He grinned when he saw me, and elbowed his neighbour. They turned and stared at me, and I felt my heart flip as I sensed they had been waiting for me! They were an ugly bunch, four or five middle aged men, some thin and wasted looking, the others overweight and unattractive. All of them had their flies open, and hard-ons pointed in my direction. They drew me in and I felt hands on my body and arse as eager cocks were shoved into my fingers. The stocky guy got to his knees, undid my belt and dragged my trousers and pants down. I felt a moments panic and uncertainty, then his mouth closed around my shaft and I groaned in pleasure. Someone tried to kiss me, the mouth wet and rubbery and smelling of stale tobacco. At first I was repelled, but then his tongue squirmed into my mouth and I felt desire and a dirty, guilty pleasure. The guy in the green bomber stopped sucking me, stood up and bent forward, his pale buttocks bared and inviting. A thin guy with mousy hair and sunken cheeks dropped his trousers and a long, thin erection sprang up from his pot-belly. He guided it between the up raised buttocks, and the stocky man groaned as it slid into him. I watched the sagging bottom of the thin man swaying backwards and forwards and my throat went dry with excitement. Someone started to push a brown bottle under my nose. It smelt strong and made my head swim. "What's that...?" I gasped, feeling my body melting and my nervousness disappear. "Poppers, mate." Growled the man. "Makes you sexy, don't it?" Someone pushed me forward and I took a thick cock, slimey with precum into my mouth. It tasted so good, and the fingers feeling my arsehole felt so sexy. Someone laughed and the bottle was pushed under my nose. "That's a good boy! Let yourself go." From the corner of my eye, I saw the thin man shaking and gasping as he came in the stocky guy, and when he pulled out some sperm dripped onto the tiled floor. I was weak and dizzy and sexy all at the same time and I knew I was putting myself in danger, losing control amongst these man, but I was also discovering how submissive I was and when they bent me over I could only rest my hands on the tiles in surrender. The stocky guy in the green bomber jacket came and stroked my head and whispered. "Good, I thought you'd come back. Relax and enjoy yourself, enjoy your new life." I saw him reach behind his body and finger his arsehole until his hand was dripping with cum. Suddenly he smeared it into my hole and slid a finger inside me. "The best kind of lube." He said."Okay boys - who's first?

I held the pot as Noel dipped his fingers into the gel before transferring it to his arse ring and pushing it into his sweet little boi pussy giggling “this stuff gets hot once its inside”, I feigned innocence “really son?, let me try it”, I dipped my middle finger into the pot “hands behind your head son”, he licked his lips as I gently pushed my middle finger into his lovely tight little hole, I worked my finger in and out “that feel better boy?”, he grimaced a bit “still hot but better”, I pulled my finger out of him dipping it into the laced lube again before returning it to his hole “its always hot at first but it still feels good eh?”, he nodded in affirmation not that I needed that his cock rock hard leaking precum onto his stomach was indication enough for that. I continued finger fucking him, getting deeper each time until I felt his little nugget, that made the little bugger cry out and arch his back “oh yeah you like that huh boy?” , he bit his lip then licked them so sweetly his eyes getting that lovely little glazed look I love so much, I pulled my finger out of his bum scooping up more of the lube shoving it deep into his hole again but using two fingers this time, he squirmed again, there was something so lovely seeing him adjust himself in the chair when he spread his legs over the chairs arms more, I worked his little bum, two then three fingers in him stretching his eager virgin little hole out “that’s a good boy, you love this its what you need”, I pulled my fingers out of hole delighting in seeing him push it out, his hole puckering yearning for more, his sweet blue eyes all glazed over and full of lust. I pulled him up kissing him deeply before twisting him round “kneel on the chair boy”, the compliant lad did as he was told as I undid my slacks and pulled out my fat cock, I spat on my hand rubbing it on my cock, the boy looked at me over his shoulder his eyes glazed and horny, I chuckled “time to pop your cherry son” lining my cock up at his puckering ring “your going to get it and then some”. He cried out a bit as I penetrated his little ring but the chems swimming round in his system blocked out the real pain of my fat cock forcing his virgin boy cunt to accept my cockhead as it popped into him, I grabbed his hips giving short hard pumps inching further into his anus with each thrust grunting “fuck boy your pussy is so tight!”, he was moaning and groaning hanging his head as his first fuck overtook him, my dick slivered in and out of his butt, his ring was stretched obscenely round my dick as I long fucked him “yeah boy your cunt needed this a real man to break you in!”, I grabbed him by his hair jerking his head up and back, “tell daddy how you love it!!” his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, spit running down his chin he gurgled “love it daddy” I dropped his head “I knew you would boy, fuck your cunt is so good!!” I grabbed his hips again and resumed my pounding, red streaks were showing on my cock as I fucked my big dick in and out of his stretched out little boy pussy, I made sure I angled my thrusts to hit his prostate eliciting little yelps of delight out of the boy as I felt round under him feeling his boy cock nicely surprisingly hard, “oh yeah my little slut, good fucking boy”, I released his cock and pulled my dick so my cockhead rested just inside his hole, then I slammed it back into him, “yeah boy Daddy’s going to give it to you how a boy should be fucked”, I did it again, and then again his body shaking his back shiny with sweat, I slapped his arse “daddy’s getting close boy”, he wailed out “yes that’s it boy daddy’s going to cum in your boi pussy, make you a good boy!”, I pumped a few more times before I ground into him as deep as I could and fired five or six nice big spurts of my fertile toxic muck into his deflowered little bum, as I cum in him I felt his arse contract round my dick as he fired his own spunk all over the chair, I could not help but grin “good boy!!” I stayed inside him leisurely pumping my dick in and out a few times as I never loose my hard on quickly ensuring that the insides of his rectum were well covered with my seed, I ran my hand down his back “that’s a good boy, just as a boy should be, well fucked and full of cum”. I carried on pumping him gently as the door opened and Andy the other Santa walked in muttering “fucking poxy kids”, and then his gaze settled on us stopping him in his tracks, he took off his big white beard grinning “who’s the fucktard?”, I pulled my dick out of Noel’s gaping hole smirking in seeing some of my pink tinged cum leak out “just a Christian dumbfuck boy who’s just had his cherry popped”. Andy pulled his cock out walking up to Noel lifting the lads head up “nicely chemmed I see”, before walking round tracing his fingers down the boys back and over his sweet bubble butt, he put his hand down scooping some of my tinged cum that was leaking from the lads arse and rubbing it on his cock, jerking it until it reached its full impressive hardness, he rubbed his finger and down the kids arse crack shoving his finger into the boys hole, Noel sighed hungrily as Andy finger fucked him “yeah little piggy your nice and open just how I like it”

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

I had not been feeling very good at all, so I called and doctor who was able to get me in to his office in about an hour thanks to a cancellation. I made the appointment, but by the time I arrived I could hardly move nor breathe. I really felt horrible. Doctor took a couple of tests and quickly determined I had pneumonia and hustled me across the street to the hospital real quick. Soon there were iv tubes running in me and fluids and antibiotics being fed into me. More tests and more tests and finally the doctor came by and told me I had probably gotten to him in time as my lungs were really full of gunk for sure, adding I would be at the hospital for at least a few days. He also ordered up some breathing treatments to help clear up the passageways. The respiratory therapist who showed-up was a young hot looking twink guy. WOW. Just looking at him standing there, in his scrubs - my breathing was definitely labored. His clothing was a bit small for his build, and definitely hugged him around the waist very nicely. I could still see he was sporting a very nice looking bulge in his crotch. I was sure he was checking me out too and basically I was naked but for one of those stupid hospital gowns. Not much I could do feeling so bad but look. I was also sure that he purposely leaned against my arm as he put the breathing mask on my face and I could feel that nice bulge I had seen. He seemed to be very well hung and I was loving it even if it only lasted a few seconds. The treatment was over way too fast as I could not take my eyes off of him. He again leaned against me as he took the mask off and told me he would be back again in about 4 hours for another one. He smiled so wonderfully as he went out the door. Sure enough the cute guy was back in 4 hours and again he leaned against my arm as he put the mask on and again as he took it off. He was looking me right in the eyes as he did it too, and smiled big at my staring back. He leaned in and whispered to me that he knew I couldn't do anything but wait until I felt better and he would see what could be done. I gasped at that wondering what he had in mind with me down in the hospital in bed. He was off then till the next morning. When he did return it was the same thing almost. As he went to put the mask on me he leaned in again and this time his cock was right against my hand. I could not resist and took ahold of his cock through his scrubs. It felt fantastic and was big enough around I definitely could not get my hand clear around it. I rubbed it the whole time of my treatment, stroking it and his low moans made me horny as hell for him even more than I had been. Too quickly it was over though and he told me he would see me later again, this time leaning down and planting a quick kiss on me. On his next trip in, he started to talk a little as I rubbed his cock again. He told me I didn't know him but he knew who I was from some pics on my profiles he had seen online. He mentioned seeing me on BBRT, BZ, MH and a couple of others and thought I was hot and wanted me as soon as possible, when I got to feeling better. He was again off then till the next day, leaving me with a lot to think about. I was especially intrigued by what he meant about me being so hot as I am really only about average looks and my cock barely average. Oh, well, he was hot enough for two I thought. By the next morning I was finally feeling quite a bit better finally. Even managed to get out of bed to use the toilet instead of a pan. LOL Still breathing hard by the time I got back to bed though but much better anyway. The morning treatment was not much as he seemed preoccupied and no talking really just in and almost out. But, he stopped for a minute on the way out and told me, we could be in luck for the afternoon as the nurse and aide on duty then were the laziest they had and would not leave the nurses station for almost anything other than an emergency and away he went, leaving me wondering again. He came in in a hurry that afternoon. He told me we had some time and wanted to have a little fun. I was all for that. As he prepared by treatment he was kind of fidgeting some. As he leaned to put the mask on again he leaned against my hand but this time as I grasped him his trousers were down and I grabbed bare cock and it was divine. I started to stroke him and as I did he leaned over a little more and reached under my gown and grabbed my cock. I was hard already but he made it a rock in no time and played with my balls too. Then I felt his hand go between my legs and started to rub my hole. He looked at me then and told me he knew I was a bottom from my profiles he had read. I smiled and nodded and spread my legs so he could play easier with my hole. He pulled away for a sec and I saw him get something out and it turned out to be some lube which he then started to apply to my hole. I was loving it and then his finger started into me and I moaned for sure as the pleasure erupted inside me. In no time I felt another finger and then another finger enter me as he opened my hole up wider and wider and drove his fingers roughly in me deeper also. I was writhing on the bed and was soon ready for anything he wanted to do. He then looked me in the eyes and asked if I was ready for more and I nodded yes. He climbed on the bed and carefully lifted my legs up and out. He lined up his cock head with my hole and slowly started to slip it in a little at a time. Stroking it in a little at a time, so slowly and so agonizingly fantastic, until I finally felt his balls hit me in the ass as he bottomed out. He held still for a bit and then spoke to me telling me how he had read every single line of my online profiles, so he was sure he knew exactly what I wanted from him. I was curious as to that but then as he said it he pulled almost all the way out of my hole and slammed back in hard. I gasped but only for a second as he did not stop but immediately went into fast speed and pounded my hole fast and furious and hard and as deep as he could. It hurt a little to start with but soon I was in heaven for sure as that is the way I definitely love it. fast, hard, deep and filling my hole as full as possible on every stroke. He kept up a little whispering to me. He was telling me how nice my hole felt, so hot, and he had just what I wanted and knew I was going to love it. At times he would reach between us and run a couple of fingers in me as he fucked me good and I could feel the extra stretch that did and then one time he reached and leaned up some and I was sure he tried to get as many fingers in me at the same time as his cock as he could. It was kind of uncomfortable and I groaned a little with it. As he brought his hand back away though he lifted it between us and I gasped as I saw what looked like a little blood on his fingers. He leaned towards me again and told me he thought he tore my hole a little that last time, but he was smiling when he said it. I started to ask what he did that for when he all at once grabbed my legs and lifted them way up and caught me off guard and I could not get a good breath to ask then as he really tipped me up and pounded deep into me even harder and faster. He was breathing heavy too I noticed and then he leaned in and told me here it comes, just what you wanted and needed. He ground into me then and I could feel his cock throb and feel the heat of his cum as it erupted inside me. He ground his cock as deep as he could and kept doing it for what seemed forever but felt so good. He finally settled down a little and told me there, it is done and I had what I had always wanted in me. I looked confused I know and asked him what he meant. He told me he read everything I had every written online and he knew I wanted his gift. I was still puzzled and he then lifted his top and there around one of his nipples was the sign. Yes, that sign, the biohazard symbol. I knew too well what that meant. I gasped and asked what the hell, I hadn't wanted that. He told me it was on every one of my profiles that I was poz friendly, and would take any load no matter who, and I had written some stories about bug chasing on BZ. He just knew I wanted to become poz and was really happy to help me out. He got up then and told me, Hey, I am done for today but I will see you in the morning and maybe we can do this again, huh? I could only lay there and wonder, what the hell did I get myself into on just fantasizing so much.

“Wait,” I moaned. I was hesitant but I didn’t catch myself refusing as someone pressed a bottle of poppers under my nose for me to huff back on. I was suddenly beginning to regret giving Mac head in front of them, or even staying there after arriving after realizing he’d invited friends or was parting. I’d anticipated a rough, sloppy fuck with Mac, but instead I was feeling woozy, high, and suddenly rushed. “Wait, what? You said you wanted to get pigraped,” Mac said, handing me the blunt as I wiped spit from my jaw. The other men eagerly undressed and the table with all the party supplies was pulled back. Someone smeared lube in the crack of my ass and roughly shoved a finger in. The lights were even lower now and I couldn’t make out who was who, save for Mike and Mac who were the biggest of them. Someone put their dicks to my lips but I was reaching for my beer, and it was given to me to quickly take a gulp and then I was pulled back again, Mike’s hard black dick being shoved down into my throat. I gagged and choked. Mac was fingering my ass as the other men helped to hold my legs up, hold facing off the edge of the couch. I felt his fingers come out and then one go back in and scratch around. The sensation burned and I moaned and tried to pull back but my hands were grabbed and I was pinned back, Mike laughing and cursing as he fucked my throat. “Yeah, slut, suck that dirty dick. Give him another bump and split his shit open.” Mike issued as my mouth ached trying to stretch around his humongous dick. I could barely fit half of it down into my throat, but as his words registered I began to freak out and try pull away. The grip around my wrists tightened and I realized it was Mike holding my leg as I opened my eyes. Mac looked angry as he reached behind him and then shoved his finger back into my ass. Burning again. “You said you wanted to get pigraped – what’s wrong? Stupid bitch…I told you to be careful what you wish for,” Mac said, attitude no longer playful. With that he grabbed his dick, stroked it down twice and shoved it head first into my hole, ripping me open and slamming it all the way in. My asshole felt like a rubber band, and I could have sworn I felt it snap and send a hollow feeling through me. Mike quickly yanked his dick out of my throat so I wouldn’t bite and covered my mouth as I screamed a shrill pitch. Voices laughed and cheered him on. Fuck that stupid hoe. Tear his shit up. He ain’t goin no where, I dropped some G in his beer – give this bitch his first dirty nut. Tears filled my eyes as Mike looked down at me, still covering my mouth as he stood chuckling like a parent often does at a child. G? Wasn't that the daterape drug? I wasn't sure. I wasn't even sure if I was feeling the effects of it or not. I was still in angst waiting, thinking the bump was going to make me hallucinate or something. My asshole was still on fire, feeling Mac’s thick dick plunge back and forth inside of me, yanking my asshole and guts back and forth. The pain and pressure pressed upward into my stomach and finally began to dull after a few moments. The two recording it on their camera phone came in close as Mac began to grunt and curse me and call me a nasty pig bitch. “You’re hole is gonna be ruined when I’m done with you bitch. This shit’s gonna be all nasty and open and full of poz nut. Everyone’s gonna know you’re a whore.” Someone laughed and someone grunted. My eyes went wide with fear as Mac sped up with his thrust and Mike tightened his grip. “Give it to him! Knock that pussy up.” Mac growled and planted his dick as deep inside of me as he could and I could feel his nutt spurting up inside of my ripped open guts. I was high now, and tired, thankful that the painful thrusts were over for the moment, but I trembled as I lay pinned back on the couch. Was he really HIV Positive? Mac laughed. “You’re a pig now, bitch. For life.” I tried to growl something from underneath Mike’s hand, but it came out muffled. Then he removed it. “What’s wrong?” “I told you to wait… You didn’t tell me you were poz.” “You didn’t ask. You said you wanted to be pigraped. Shut the fuck up, bleed, and take some nut. You wanted to be a stupid faggot for niggas you didn’t know.” Someone else moved in Mac’s place and began rubbing his dick over my aching hole, smearing the blood and the cum all over the head of his dick. “Stop. Please. For real,” I tried to say but they pinned me back again and laughed. “Breed this bitch so I can wreck this bitch and fist all that dirty nut in him till he rosebuds.” A rag doused in Maximum impact was put over my mouth and mymind went numb as the next guy plowed my hole. By the time I came to, they were already switching up. I’d been bred again. Mike laughed and flopped his humungous dick over my crotch. “You gonna need another bump for this dick bitch. But you gonna take it.” I squirmed. His dick had to be at least 12 inches long and THICK as a beer can. I didn’t want my hole to be ruined by him roughly plowing me like a dirty whore. Secretly, I think I hoped he’d come to my rescue and sweep me off to the bedroom, but he wouldn’t. Instead he quickly forced another bump up my ass and used his two fingers to rub it into my swollen bleeding tissues. Then someone gave put the poppers under my nose and I hit it for what seemed like forever. Finally, as Mike stroked his dick back to length at my hole, they pulled the bottle away and let my head zoom as he pushed forth inside of me. “Oh!” I howled. “Yeah bitch. Let Daddy wreck that pussy. You gon keep giving this shit up.” “He wasn’t as rough as Mac was. Instead he moved forward slowly, buring himself as deep as he could inside of me, making me take all of it into my second hold before pulling out and thrusting back in. I moaned and groaned and finally he readjusted himself and began slamming my hole with that dick. I screamed out and cried. “Wait! Stop!” “Shut the fuck up pig. Hold him in place.” I was helpless as they continued to rape me. My mind was flying with the drugs and I was suddenly fading in and out. The beer. They must have put something in the beer. But I knew that, didn't I? Thinking about it, I spaced out. When I came to, I was in the bedroom on my back, having my face pissed on while Mike continued to terrorize my insides with his giant dick. “Nasty bitch. Take this nutt.” Mike grunted as he shoved himself deep and quaked as his dick released another heavy nutt inside of me. “That’s like 15 nuts now Mac,” someone laughed. Mike quickly removed himself to take another hit of the pipe and get a drink and Mac sat on the bed between my legs and began to smear Crisco all over my hole as he puffed smoke out from a lit cigar. His face looked like a growling bears as his brows bent and the clouds gathered around his barely shaven, bearish face. “No,” I said. I’d didn't wanted to be fisted. The thought disgusted me. I didn’t want to be so loose and open that no one would be satisfied with me, or want to do anything other than fuck me like a hoe. And I definitely didn’t want to end up with a rosebud or with my insides poking out like most fisting bottoms. But more poppers were brought to me and hands gripped me down. Mac laughed and flicked his car carelessly, leaving ass falling onto my greasy hole. “No means yes when a pig is getting raped,” he said. “I’m gonna make sure you’re hole is ruined bitch.” Four fingers went in with ease. I moaned out and he spit on me. “Shut the fuck up. You ain’t goin no where. You better lie there and take it so I don’t have to punch this shit open and send you to a hospital.” I wanted to cry, but instead I relaxed as he slipped his fifth digit in and bean to slowly work my hole. More poppers were given to me as I moaned loudly, and then finally, hands gripped me tightly and I could feel himself forcing his way in. I screamed out. Someone covered my mouth and cheered him on. “It’s almost in. Almost in… Almost.” POP! I felt my hold close up around his wrist, burning, aching, like my torso was being split in half. I huffed on my own breaths and choked as I cried. They laughed. “Work that shit open. Fuck this nasty bitch. Wreck that hole.” I could feel his hand turning inside of me, pressing back and forth against my insides, looking for the next opening, and then he pulled back and I grunted and growled in pain and anguish. “Yeah bitch! Open that pussy up. Push that shit out.” I pushed out and his hand started to move back out of me. Before it came out he pushed it back in though. I thought it was going to kill me. “Mmm…somebody get another bump. And give him the pipe, he’s gonna need a hit,” Mac ordered, slowly pushing his hand in and out of my sphincter, stretching it out. “Oh my god,” I managed to cry from beneath the hand over my mouth. Mac laughed as he pulled his hand out and another bump when in me. Someone put a glass pipe to my lips and told me to inhale. I did, and then I laid back feeling my dick get hard for some shaming reason. “Look at his dick gettin’ hard. You nasty, dirty ass faggot. You deserve every disease you get and every dude that rapes you,” Mac said, slapping me and then spitting on me. His hand went back to my hole and shoved up inside of me roughly. I screeched. He laughed. They held me down and started to shove poppers at my nose and dick down my throat again while Mac continued fisting my hole out. Mike came back in and sat at the head of the bed where I was being fed more dirty, sweaty dick. “Yeah, Mikey think’s he likes it. When Big Mac gets done, that hole is gonna be OPEN! You're gonna have a big ass, sick rosebud, bitch. Ain’t nobody gonna want you so you might as well keep giving it to us. We gonna pimp you party bitch. And when Mac's finished, I’m getting both my big ass hands in that lil pussy and then we got more dick on the way. Oh yeah, we got at least 5 other guys on the way now and like 30 more to call.” They laughed as I went limp and felt my holes opening wide. I have no idea how many guys raped my raw ass. I want to say 22, but I was too fucked up to be sure. When they finished I found myself gathering my senses as quickly as possible, ready to go home and hide. The mattress in the bedroom was a greasy mess of cum, crisco, lube, piss, a rather large blood stain, and even shit. I had shit on my face too, but couldn't remember everything. I was almost half asleep on the ride home in the truck with Mac, and after hiding in my room and avoiding anymore contact with with him for over a week, I got an email. It was short. "I told you a lot of bitches regret asking to be pigraped. Call me when you can't nobody else to fuck that nasty pussy now. If you test Poz, that hole belongs to me bitch. If you test Poz for HIV and Hep, it's my man Mike's, but we'll all still dump in that hole anytime..."

I was drinking in the Eagle one warm Saturday night and got a little carried away. A very large, very hot black man came up to me, put one arm around me and pulled me to him. His other hand went to the back of my head and pulled my mouth into his. He was a very good kisser and I was getting really turned on. I felt hands at my belt and flies and soon a hot mouth swallowed my cock. The black man's hand went inside my pants and fondled my ass. I was in heaven; whisky the only reason I didn't shoot in the anonymous cocksucker's mouth. The black man took my head in both of his hands, the mouth worked my prick and a pair of hands pushed my pants to my knees. I felt the head of a cock, wet with precum, nuzzle my asshole. I tried to pull away and tell them to stop but my head was firmly held, mouth covered with mouth and full of the other's tongue. The cocksucker wrapped his arms around my lower back, the black man held my head and two more arms pinned my butt from the rear. I struggled but could not escape or cry out. I was more turned on than I'd ever been but didn't want to get fucked raw. It didn't matter at all what I wanted. The cock centered on my asshole and stabbed in to the root in one shove. It was an average size cock and the precum, together with my ass lube meant that it didn't hurt all that much. My rapist paused in me, I could feel his breath on my neck. After a few seconds he started fucking me with smooth, steady strokes, in all the way and almost out. Every few strokes I'd feel the head of the prick pop out then slam back into my hole. I was in heaven; it was the fuck of my dreams. I no longer cared that I getting raped by a total stranger; I just wanted him to fill me with cock and cum. He started hammering me hard, panting on my neck. Then he rammed me hard and quivered and twitched in me, filling me with seed. I felt the cock pull out and the mouth pull off my cock. I was empty for just a bit then a different mouth covered my prick and another prick slid up my ass. This one was a lot bigger, as big as the biggest I'd had, maybe 9 inches and thick. Apparently I'd been opened and lubed with enough semen to make its entry effortless. I looked down at the rapist's arms and saw a biohazard tattoo. I moaned into the mouth still feeding me tongue and my stomach flipped. I was getting raped and pozzed. I cried out, struggled and tried to get away. No good. My struggles seemed to excite the second rapist and the huge cock slammed in and out. I jerked in orgasm and filled the mouth milking me with my cum. It felt like I was turning inside out, I came so hard. The cock in me swelled and jerked spastically in me. I felt heat fill my ass as poison cum jetted into my guts. The man kissing me broke off, just before another mouth replaced it I saw the black man's upper arm and the biohazard tattoo on it. I tasted cum in the new mouth kissing me. I was being fed my own load. I eagerly scooped my juice as I felt the cock slide out of me. Another set of arms went around me and another cockhead slid into my gaping asshole. I looked down and looked at the black arms around me. My kisser was going to use me next. I was totally limp now, supported by the three men who were raping me. A mouth took my prick in and gently nursed it back to life. I made no effort to support my weight and let my breeders use me and fill me how ever they wanted. I was in queer heaven and didn't care in the slightest that I almost certainly getting infected with HIV. At least I wouldn't have to worry about it. It was done. I squealed when the, now impossibly large, cock slowly pushed into me. The only thing I'd ever had in me that large was a hand, and it had taken almost an hour to slowly work it's way in. I moaned in pain. That monster cock had to be tearing me open. It rested a while and let my asshole adapt to it. I was in serious pain and in absolute bliss. I gave myself over completely to getting fucked. Since the rape began I'd had my mouth and ass full almost non-stop and my cock covered with a hot mouth. My rapist stroked steadily in and out of my butt, filling me with searing agony and pure pleasure. I moaned back incoherently, unable to form words. After an unknowable period of time the cock fucked in and out rapidly then slammed in impossibly deep and stayed there. I could feel the poison seed filling my ass and had visions of the virus seeping into my blood through my torn-up ass. I shot another load in the mouth milking my cock, probably my last neg load. My rapists picked me up by my arms and carried me over to a chair a set me down in it gently. I was dazed and looked up at them. They were smiling as they stood in front of me, giving me a good look at the biohazard tattoos on all three left arms. The black man walked up, leaned over me and dangled his cock in my face. It was covered with cum streaked with red ribbons of my blood. I opened my mouth and lovingly sucked it in and nursed it clean, tasting cum, ass juice and blood, the flavors of my infection. After he was clean the other two rapists fed me their cocks and I lovingly cleaned the partly dried juices off them. I called in sick for a couple of days to let my ripped up ass heal enough for me to sit in an office chair. I also went to the supermarket and stocked up on gatoraid, canned soup and crackers. Two weeks after my rape I was hit with the worst flu of my life. Might have been a coincidence, but I doubt it. I was another infected dick sucker for sure. Every Saturday night I go back to the Eagle, hoping to find my three rapists, or at least the black man with the most wonderful cock I've ever had in me. No luck so far, but I have taken several loads from other guys. I've also fucked and filled four guys with my poison cum. No words were exchanged in any of the fucks, so I have no idea if the bitches were poz or neg. Not that I give a shit.

I just came from getting my last load from the hot black freshman whom I started servicing a few weeks ago. He is so fuckin' big and hard. I can't get enough of his man-sized cock and heavy boy sauce. Here is how it went at the end: "Now sit on it" He demanded. He lies there his fuck pole straight up and orders me to ride it. I sit on it and push down and watch his face as I force it to open my tight pink cherry. "That's it babe. That's it. Keep it going" He said as I pushed some more. As he got about half way into me, I stopped and rested for a bit, panting loudly. "Oh shit man, ahhh... You're so fuckin big" I gasped as I started pushing some more. He just loves it when I tell him how big he is. Then finally my ass touched his crotch. He had a grin on his black face that must have been a mile wide. Lying there, totally relaxed, with his hands behind his head looking up at me, my face scrunched up from the pain, ramming my ass down onto his big hard pole. "Do it now babe. Screw yourself on my big prick. Go to it man" He ordered. From the first time he fucked me he insisted on this for me ultimate form of male to male domination, forcing me to screw myself on his gorgeous fuckpole. And you know, this gave me such pleasure to know he wanted me this way and none other. And I started moving my ass slowly up and down on his fuck pole. I could tell by the look on his face, that the feeling I gave him was exquisite, and the teen boy groaned in pleasure. I moaned as well, but whether from pain or pleasure I didn't care. I was so much into this scene that it wouldn't make any difference, because I enjoy the pain every bit as much as the pleasure of pleasing him, my best top now. My cock was sticking straight up and leaking precum and looked like it was about ready to shoot, as I give myself an incredible massage on my G spot deep inside me that most dudes never reach with their average sized cocks. "Pick it up a little man" he said. "Com'on, ram it in." As ordered, I started moving slightly faster. I was still showing a look of pain in my face, but he was watching my face when I opened my eyes and that grimace turned to a smile. "Good boy" he said "Now go for it babe" and he blew me a kiss of encouragement. Such a cute muscle teen black boy. "Oh fuck man! Oh shit Master!" I told him with a grin. "So fuckin good. It hurts so god damn good. Ohhhhhh....I love it inside me..." I groaned and started banging my ass into his crotch. We stared into each other's eyes, both smiling, as I banged away. And even though I'd already blown him twice, I could feel he was getting close again. "Yeeeaaaooooh" I yelled as my cock fired its first shot. It sailed over my black stud's head landing somewhere, probably against the wall, and my second shot went at least as far. Oh shit, he did it again, I can't control my orgasm, when he wants me to sit on his pole. I kept banging him as is my duty while I kept shooting, and now he started getting into the action by ramming upwards with each downward thrust of my hungry ass. I was still shooting onto his chest as he finally reached his peak I could feel his wonderful cock pulsing in my tight ass as he exploded into me like a rifle shot. Now it was his turn to scream in pleasure as he ejaculated into my cute bubble hot rear. I stopped banging him as he rammed up against me as hard as he could one final time. The feeling was incredible as I felt him fire over and over again deep inside me. I think it is more the feeling I get as I watch his face twist in ecstasy and I know I have done my job well and have pleased him no end, once more. The fantastic feeling went on and on and I thought I was never going to stop. But finally, as always, really great things must come to an end and he groaned as he fired one final shot and started to relax. I was still panting and totally dripping sweat all over him, fuckin tired but happy to have made his day. He was soaked with sweat anyway, and was also panting hard. "Watchin you cum is so fuckin cool dude. Man you really get into it" I told him with a grin. He answered me giving me that winning smile of his and still breathing hard. "That was fabulous. You've got the tightest damn ass on the planet. You damn near crushed my prick" He said with a laugh. "Yeah Dude. I loved it" he said with a smile. "Being fucked by you is a life changing event." As we both were beginning to get soft, I lifted up and let his cock pop out of my ass. Then I lay down on top of him smearing my cum around and gave him a long deep kiss of gratitude. Man I can't get enough of this gorgeous fuck machine. I am so lucky to have cruised him freshman week.

Sorry, removed my entry as I saw that Nekofox posted this two days ago... But I'll use this to say I am more and more getting annoyed by the increasing number of 15 second clips on XT

Was on an app and all day me and this guy talked about hooking up. well. We ended up hooking up and low and behold he is the roommate of one of my friends. My friend ended up leaving for his own hookup while I was in the middle of getting fucked bare by his roommate. This guy knew how to fuck and man I am hoping to go back for seconds. All this less than 30 minutes ago too. so still have his load dripping out of me. Prefect Christmas eve gift. : P

Thanks discreetmpls, I think that's what I'll say from now on, and at least get closer to the truth. I was going to say that in my first meeting, but I was afraid they'd give me a couple condoms and send me on my way, with no PrEP. But I guess they wouldn't cancel my prescription now that I'm already on it.

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his… That’s OK. The beast in me is fed. After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said: “I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”. It only took me three seconds to decide. “I will come with you Sir”. “Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.” We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines… “Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.” I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…” And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again, or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence. I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place. In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep… In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories… Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME? He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul. “Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?” “Yes sir” I said… “I need to piss. Follow me…” He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom…. White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower… “Put some soap in your ass…” I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained… My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast. He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors… “Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…” And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought… “Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border… the same territory…”

The pungent scent of sweat and spunk permeated the air as sounds of hard fucking filled the small basement room and echoed off the ceiling, the slapping of skin on skin, animalistic grunts of exertion and gurgled whimpers of pained pleasure. I closed my bag looking around, it was rather poignant to see the pair of innocent little white ripped up briefs screwed up on the desk right next to the used point and tourniquet the head of security not five minutes earlier had tied round my little helpers arm. The sound of flesh against flesh brought me back to reality "That's it, boy" growled Bonsu as he relentless ploughed his fat ten inch cock in and out of Noel's chemmed up little fuckhole "you keep squeezing dat white boy cunt on your new Papa's big black cock!", not that the boy could make any noise except gurgle as his face and throat was being filled by another black guy whose name I did not know, I had to stop and admire Noels little white body being ravaged by the massive black men, his sweet athletic body I’d enjoyed so much over the past few days arching and writhing under the two men. I chuckled thinking what his mother would say about her sweet little Christian son being a fuck toy for older men now, especially for black men old enough to be his father or even grandfather, I knew Bonsu well enough to know that Noel would not be able to walk right ever again. I picked up my bag and lit a cigarette “I’m out of here”, Bonsu looked over his shoulder grinning at me as he fucked in and out of the boys gaping cunt “see ya next year Bad Santa Bruno”

Thanks for all the comments. To whorepig, I don't judge either. Everyone has their turn ons and turn offs. As long as it's between two consenting adults more power to you. I stopped trying to understand my turn on to poz years ago. When I admitted to myself that this was a turn on and what I wanted to do I was much happier. It's total uninhibited play for me. It was a total release of my inhibitions and that felt amazing. It's the bad boy, risky taboo play. Once I became poz my pig side took off. I know pozzing isn't right for everyone, but it certainly was right for me.

Glad you enjoyed it, Mackyjay. Thanks for the comments guys. More stories to come........

Married Man at the Gloryholes: Part 3 I woke with a raging hard on to the alarm clock ringing. David was still spooning me with his body tightly against mine and arm around my chest. His cock was hard and pressed against my ass between my cheeks, just where it should be. It felt so good lying naked in his arms, but I had a busy day at work ahead of me. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and jizz leaked from my ass. My ass was a little sore, but I wasn’t complaining. The thought of his toxic cum dripping from my ass only made my cock harder. When I stood up I noticed his cum in the toilet along with red streaks of blood. The site only turned me on more. I jumped into the shower. My bladder was full, but I had no problem pissing with a hard on. I never did. I let out a full stream of piss emptying my bladder. As I washed off the sweat and cum from last night’s play, I lathered up my balls and stroked my hard shaft. Thoughts of David giving me all his poz cum flashed through my mind and only made my cock harder. I stroked my cock a few more times, then quickly rinsed off, and got out of the shower. It was time to face my day at work. David still lay in bed sleeping. The sheet draped across him covered his perfect hairy body from the waist down. As I dressed I continued to look at this stud in my bed. My eyes made their way down and back up his body to his bearded face. He stirred in bed, and opened his eyes, “Good morning, handsome.” “Morning. I have to head to work,” as I finished tying my tie. “Stay as long as you like, ok?” “Ok. Last night was amazing, you know.” “Yes it was. It was incredible. I should be done working around 5 if you’re free tonight. I’d love to see you again.” He said, “I should be done working around the same time. Want to meet me at that corner bar again for a drink after work?” “Absolutely. Look forward to it.” He crawled out of bed. He stood in front of me naked. His morning wood stood at attention. His cock was thick and veiny. The head barely stuck out past his foreskin. His pubic hair was thick leading to a gentle wispy treasure trail leading up his abdomen. Hair spread out covering his chest. His beard was about 6 inches long and thick. His arms were fairly muscular and veiny. He was beautiful. The site of him alone made my heart beat faster. Why did it take me so long to realize this was more than curiosity? I longed to touch him, taste him all over, feel him inside me, take his DNA in me. I wanted every part of this man, and wanted to poz from him. Being gay felt so incredible, so natural, so right. Something I never felt with any woman. He walked toward me and took me in his arms. His grip felt masculine, rugged, but gentle. He pressed his body to mine and hugged and kissed me. I could feel his hard shaft pressed against me, and my cock again began to bone up. “Fuck, look what you’re doing to me already?” My cock throbbed clearly outlining my hard shaft through my pants. David reached down and stroked my cock through my pants. “Glad I have that effect on you.” He again kissed me and my cock pressed against his naked body, sending chills through my body. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, David. If we keep this up we’ll both be naked in bed and late for work.” “That’s not such a bad idea.” We continued to kiss in each other’s arms. My cock throbbed as he reached down and rubbed my hard shaft. He undid my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. My pants dropped to the floor, and my cock stood at attention. I was naked in front of David. He slowly caressed my body, and my cock danced and throbbed as I stood naked before him. He ran his fingers across my mustache and lips before burying his tongue deep into my mouth. I could still taste the sweat on his stache from our play the night before. David pushed me onto the bed on my back, and crawled on top of me. “I think we have time for a quick breeding of your ass.” “Fuck, I want more of your seed in me.” He wasted no time, grabbing me by the ankles, lifting my legs to his shoulders, then lubing his cock with his spit. He aimed his cock at my hole and forcefully opened me up. The head of his tool slipped inside, and he immediately thrust into me all the way. Fuck, it burned so much. I grimaced with pain. My body tensed up tightening my hole around his shaft. That only made him moan with pleasure. “Keep that up and you’ll be filled with more poz cum before you know it.” He kept his cock buried balls deep inside me. “Feel my cock all the way in you? I have you opened up wide. ” The pain began to subside, and my hole relaxed around his cock. “That’s it. Take my poz cock,” and he started to slide his dick all the way in and out of me. Each time he slammed his cock back into my ass, my hole tightly gripped every inch of his shaft. “Fuck, man, you feel incredible.” He pulled his cock all the way out my ass. “Damn, look at that, you hot fucker. “ His cock head was covered with precum, and it was clearly leaking from his piss hole and dripping from off his shaft. “You have me leaking a ton of precum.” He slid back in me, “My virus is definitely in you. You’re going to poz, man….you want that?” “Fuck, yes. Poz me up. Give me your toxic load.” “You got it.” He kept pumping his cock deep inside me. “Are you ready for another load?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Here is comes. Take my poz seed.” His cock again pulsed. I felt it shooting gobs of poz cum into my gut. As my ass tightened around his shaft, my cock again pulsed, emptying my balls of their sweet cum all over my chest. David’s body jerked and he moaned with pleasure as my ass milked every drop of his toxic man juice inside me. “Fuck, man, I love filling you with my poz cum.” “I love taking your toxic seed too. You’re incredible. You make me shoot my load without even touching my cock.” David pulled his cock from my ass. He leaned over me and licked up every drop of cum from my chest. He French kissed me, sharing my sweet load of cum with me. We lay in each other’s arms on the bed for a moment. Then I got up and started to dress again for work. I didn’t shower again. I was a little late, and besides, I wanted to keep the scent of him on me all day. “I’m off to work, sexy. See you tonight, ok?” “Ok, I’m going to shower up and get to work. See you tonight.” The entire day I found my mind drifting. I enjoyed the smell on my mustache. It was like sweat mixed with cum. It was the smell of sex. It made my cock twitch every time I got a whiff. It was hard to focus on work. I now took 4 loads of poz cum from David, and I wanted more. I knew there was no turning back now. I didn’t want to either. I went from being a “straight” man, so I thought, to a bareback, cock sucking, poz cum chasing, gay man. Fuck!!!! I knew I wanted to poz from David, and I also knew I wanted more. I wanted to date him. Maybe try to build a relationship with him if he was interested in that. Time would tell as I got to know him better. This was going to be difficult. I didn’t want to hurt my wife, but I also knew I could no longer be with her. I hoped she could somehow forgive me, understand, maybe even remain good friends through it all, but maybe that was just wishful thinking on my part; a way for me to feel better about it all. Either way I had to be honest with her, and end our marriage. I wasn’t going to be the married man sleeping around with men on the side. That wasn’t for me. I wanted to be out, proud, and poz. I guess people would think I’m crazy to want to be poz, but even the thought of the word, POZ, was erotic to me. I didn’t try to understand why I wanted to poz; why I found it to be such a turn on. I just knew it felt right and so did David. I guess I was rediscovering the real me. Five o’clock rolled around; the close to a busy day at work. I looked forward to the evening to unwind and spend some time with David. I went back to my hotel room, changed into something more comfortable, and walked to the corner bar. I arrived before David, so I grabbed a beer, sat at the bar and chatted with the bartender a bit while waiting. He was a flirtatious, sexy, little number with tattoos; a handsome guy with gorgeous eyes, a nice ass and even hotter basket. He clearly was free-balling it. The outline of his cock showed prominently down his right pants leg. After about 30 minutes of small talk with the bartender, David walked in and took a seat at the bar next to me. “I see you’ve met the bartender, John. Handsome little devil isn’t he?” “Hey, David, How’s your week going?” “It’s a great week so far. You look well.” “I’m doing just fine,” as John grabbed David a beer. “Your usual?” “Yes.”​ “There you go….it’s on the house.” “Thank you, John,” as David leaned over and gave John a kiss. “John’s a great guy. Have you checked out his ink?” “Some, not all of ‘em. Had a hard time taking my eyes off that hot ass and package.” “Hey, John. Show Ben your ink, if you don’t mind.” John had a full sleeve with a detailed, colorful dragon twisting down his arm. It was amazing work. “Awesome tattoo, I love it.” “I’m sure Ben would also love to see the tattoo on your abdomen, John. If you know what I mean.” John grinned and lifted his shirt. He had a nice hairy abdomen, and on his left hip he had a black biohazard tattoo with the letters “P, O, Z” in each circle of the symbol. I felt my cock getting hard, “Nice!! Hot ink!!” “So does that turns you on too?” I nodded, “It’s erotic.” “Are you poz?” “No, but…..”​ David chimed in, “Not yet,” then he winked at John. With a grin on his face John put his elbows on the bar and leaned over toward me, “In that case you’ll be joining the club in no time. Only took a few weeks for him to charge me up.” By now my cock was rock hard. David ran his hand up my leg and felt my hard cock through my jeans. “I knew that would turn you on.” “That is hot. “ “You know it’s kind of well-known in the gay community if you have a biohazard tattoo it means you have HIV?” “It does? So why don’t you have one?” “I’m toying with it. It is erotic. Think you would want one after you poz?” “Oh………. yes!!!” “Cool!! Maybe I’ll get mine with you. You know, I see how much that boned you up seeing John’s tattoo and your little chat. I could invite him to join us to make you a poz cum dump if you like. I was just being a little selfish with your ass. I want to be the one to charge you up.” “I’m sure it would be hot taking both your poz loads, but I would prefer you be the one to poz me too. I want that connection with you.” David and I tipped a few more beers. “So….you know, I’m here for the rest of this week. Then I’m heading home for a few weeks.” “Well, then we should make the most of our time together this week, if you can,” and David clicked his beer bottle with mine, “Cheers.” We took a swig of beer, “Absolutely. I’d like that.” “And what about after this week?” “That’s up to you I guess. Where would you like this to go?“ “I’d like to see you when I return. Spend time with you.” “Then we will. Have you thought about your wife at all?” “Yeah, I don’t know how I’m going to tell her yet. I know I can’t stay with her.” “You could live a double life.” “No, I cannot do that. It wouldn’t be fair to Cindy. I’m not the same person. I’m gay. I realize that now and want to be with a man. You know, it all makes sense to me now. Why I didn’t want kids. Why I would check out guys all the time. Why sex never felt quite right with my wife, but this feels so right with another man. I’m also most likely going to be poz.” “You could still go to a doctor yet and get treated. You have 72 hours.” “No, I don’t want to do that.” I looked at David, “I know what I want.” “And what’s that?” “You, or at least see where this would go between us, if you’re interested.” David smiled at me, “Yeah, I’m interested.” We flirted with John a bit and finished our beers. He was one sexy man. Maybe after I poz I’d be up for a 3-some with David and him. “Want to go grab a bite to eat? I thought maybe you could spend the night at my place tonight. It’s not far from your hotel.” I looked at David with a silly grin, “Are you trying to have your way with me again with your alluring charm?” He stared into my eyes with an evil smirk, “Absolutely. I think you need another charging tonight too.” “Well in that case how can I resist?” David said, “Hey John, see you later. We’re heading out.” “See you bud. Take care.” John put out his hand to shake mine, and he pulled me toward the bar and gave me a hug and a kiss. “Enjoy taking that charged seed, sexy.” “I am, big time. You’re a hot guy, you know. Great meeting you.” “Thanks. Awesome meeting you, Ben. Don’t be a stranger.” We had a quick bite to eat then went to David’s condo, and he showed me around. He had a black and white cat named Sylvester. Friendly little guy that kept rubbing against my legs. David poured me a glass of wine, and offered to let me shower if I wanted. I finished my wine, then stripped naked and headed for the bathroom. It didn’t take me long to get boned up thinking about the probable play ahead. I was stroking my cock while soaping myself up when David slipped in the shower behind me. His cock was rock hard and I quickly got on my knees to suck his rod. As I was about to slip the head of his cock into my mouth he put his hand on my shoulder and held me still. His cock pulsed a few times in front of me and then a golden stream of piss sprayed out from his cock, drenching my face and body. My cock immediately stood straight up. My God, it was so erotic!!! I watched his stream shoot from his piss hole, then opened my mouth and let him fill me up with piss. It was pretty watered down from the beer, but tasted amazing. My cock was begging for attention, and I began to stroke my hard shaft while drinking piss from his poz cock. “That’s it, drink my piss you hot pig. Take every drop.” David emptied every drop of piss from his bladder down my throat and all over my body. “Fuck that was so hot.” “Glad you love piss too. You’re becoming quite a hot little pig. Now suck my cock.” I slid my tongue down the shaft of his rod and sucked his balls. Then I engulfed the full length of his cock into my mouth to the back of my throat. He grasped the top of my head with one hand and slowly thrust the full length of his all the way in and out of my mouth. The deep penetration made me gag, as he continued to pound at the back of my throat. He moaned with pleasure as the water continued to hit our bodies. “Ready for your charging pig?” David pulled his cock from my throat and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around, bent me over, and with one deep thrust of his wet cock, shoved deep into my ass. I braced myself against the shower wall with my hands, and my ass tightened in pain. David held his cock all the way inside me again, “Relax, pig, I’ll have you loosened up in no time.” The pain quickly subsided and pressed harder against his massive meat. “Fuck me with your poz cock.” David began to thrust in and out of my ass, and I pushed firmly onto his rod with each plunge inside me. “Damn, your ass feels so good. Won’t take me long to dump another toxic load in you if you keep that up.” We moaned, and gyrated our bodies in sync, and he fucked my ass hard and rough. I stroked my hard cock, knowing I was closer and closer to shooting my load with each penetration against my prostate. “I want to feel your cock filling me with your DNA.” “Yeah?? You ready for it? Cause it’s comin’,” as he spanked my ass. “Give it to me.” “Here it comes, Baby.” He plunged into me one more time. As I felt the full thickness of every inch of David’s thick shaft, we both unloaded our cocks. I felt every throb of his rod inside me, filling my guts again with his poz seed. My body jerked as my cock finished draining my balls of their thick creamy load. “I love you cumming in me.” “I love it too. Your sweet ass is mine.” David’s cock slowly slipped from my ass. We finished lathering our bodies, rinsed, and made our way to the bedroom. We curled up in each other’s arms naked and exhausted and drifted off to sleep. The rest of the week flew by. We spent the time getting to know each other better, and David planted his seed me in me 3 more times. I hated to leave him, because I knew I was starting to develop stronger feelings for him, but he gave me a hot Saturday morning departing gift. He planted his poz cum in me one more time before I hit the road to head home for a few weeks. I frequently found my cock boning up while driving and thinking about David and incredible week we spent together. Now was going to be the difficult part. How was I going to break the news to my wife? I arrived home late Friday night. My wife greeted me with a hug and kiss. She had dinner in the refrigerator waiting for me. The longer I waited, the more difficult this would become. I sensed she knew something was bothering me, but I decided to wait until the Sunday to talk to her. This could be my last weekend with her. I dreaded the conversation and Sunday rolled around quickly. I woke up Sunday morning and stayed in bed for an hour. I was quiet at breakfast, and my wife grew concerned. “What’s bothering you, Ben? You’ve been quiet all morning.” “I don’t know how to talk to you about this, so I’ll just say it.” “What is it?” “I……, I……, I realize that I’ve always felt different. I know why now. I’m…., I’m gay.” I could see the disbelief in her eyes. She chuckled awkwardly, “Nice joke, honey.” “It’s no joke, Cindy. I’m gay.” Her eyes became glassy and the tears ran down her cheeks. “What do you mean you’re gay?!!!” “I’m attracted to men. I can’t deny it, now that I realize. It’s not fair to you or me.” “Well, what about us? Do you want a divorce?” I nodded my head, “I don’t see any other way.” “You’re having an affair, aren’t you?” “I’m sorry!! I don’t mean to hurt you, but I can’t live a lie.” “So that’s what this is to you? All these years together?......a lie?” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and tears ran from my eyes. “I’m sorry. I can’t change who I am.” She slapped me across the face, “You bastard!!!! Just get out!!” “I’m sorry!! I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I cried. This hurt me badly, but not as much as I hurt her. “Just leave!!! Get out!!!!!” I walked to our bedroom and packed a suitcase. The tears ran down my face, but I knew it had to be this way. I returned to my wife with my bag in hand. She stood at the fireplace with her back to me. I could tell she was in tears. “I’ll get the rest of my things later.” “Just go!!” I walked toward the front door, turned the doorknob, open it, and walked out. The door closed behind me, and I heard my wife burst into tears. I sat in my car for several minutes crying. My heart ached. I felt terrible. I broke my wife’s heart, but it had to be this way. I started my car, backed out of the driveway and drove to a nearby hotel. I felt empty and lonely. It was a strange feeling. I hoped my wife and I would eventually be able to be friends, but I understood if that was not possible. The next two weeks I went through the motions. I simply went to work and back to my hotel. I returned to the house when I knew my wife would be gone, gathered the rest of my things, and wrote my wife a note. It read, “I stopped by to gather the rest of my things. When you’re ready to talk call me. I’m sorry I hurt you, Ben.” I needed to get out of this hotel. As much as I hurt inside it was time for me to be myself. The company I worked was flexible, and I knew they would allow me to work from pretty much any office. So I talked to my boss, and starting the following Monday I transferred to the Chicago office. David was happy to hear that I was returning to Chicago for good, and he graciously invited me to stay with him until I found a place of my own. He said, “Besides, this way you’ll be getting all the poz seed I can give you. Now get your sweet ass back here and get in my bed with me.” I could tell David was excited that I’d be there full-time. The decision felt right to me as well. It would be exciting to be around my hot, poz stud daily. Over the next few weeks, David planted his toxic load in my ass every night. It was so hot the way he made me beg for his poz cum. As he shot his loads deep in my gut, he would tell me how his virus was definitely in me, and that he was going to poz my ass up. I loved feeling his cock shooting inside me. Together we looked for apartments for me on the weekends. A few weeks later, I found the perfect place. It was close to the gay district, and close to David. It was a two bedroom apartment, just what I was hoping to find. Moving day approached quickly. It was a Friday afternoon, and David took off work to help me settle in to my new place. We were sweaty from moving my things all afternoon. David said, “Are you ready to break this place in?” He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. His hand flipped the buckle to my jeans open and before I knew I was standing in front of him naked from the waist down with a hard on. David grasped my ass cheeks and my hard cock rubbed against his as he buried his tongue in my throat. He quickly turned me around and bent me over on the kitchen counter. With just a little spit for lube he rammed his cock deep into my ass. I felt like he was tearing my insides open as he repeatedly pounded his shaft all the way inside me. “You’re going to poz tonight, pig.” He fucked me deep and hard, and moaned and groaned with pleasure. I could feel my ass was being torn up inside, and with each pounding against my prostate, my cock hardened and my balls grew closer and closer to shooting their thick, white jizz. “Fuck, you turn me on. Here it comes, bitch. The first of my toxic loads tonight.” David buried his cock deep inside me, and I felt his cock shooting over and over. “Yes, give me your poz cum.” “Fuck yes…..you’re mine, baby. Take my DNA.” With every shot of his seed inside me, my ass tightened around his shaft, as my cock pulsed over and over, splashing cum against the cupboard and down my legs. David collapsed on top of my back; our bodies hot and sweaty against one another. “Are you ready for another seeding, bitch?” Before David’s cock slipped from my ass, I felt it growing harder inside me. His massive cock opened me up wide, and my insides were wrapped tightly around his shaft. He began to pump my ass, this time slowly, pulling all the way out between thrusts. Each time he pulled his cock from my ass, cum dripped from my hole. “Fuck yeah, baby, I tore you up good inside.” I reached between my balls with my fingers and felt the full length of his cock sliding in and out of my wrecked hole. My fingers were covered with cum mixed with blood, and I buried them in my mouth, licking them clean with my tongue. David continued to plunge deep into my ass with his cock, and I stroked my hard rod. “Fuck, yes, tear me up. Open me up for your seed.” Cum continued to run down my legs, and David again, prepared to unload his poz cum deep inside me. “I’m getting close, baby. Are you ready for more poz seed?” “Fuck yes. Fill me up. Charge me up.” Those words always drove me over the edge, and I again tightened my ass on his shaft as I shot my cum. David’s cock began to pulse in my ass, “Fuck…..yes!! I love filling you with my cum. Take my poz load.” His cock shot inside me over and over again. My guts were full of seed. As his cock slid from my hole, cum dripped and ran down my legs. I buried my fingers into my cum-filled hole, and worked his seed inside me. More red tinged cum dripped from my ass. I pulled my fingers from my hole and licked the blood and cum from them. It was hot knowing I was lapping up highly toxic seed. The blood only turned me on even more, knowing my hole was torn up letting David’s virus into my bloodstream. We unpacked my things over the weekend, and David kept my ass flooded with his poz juice. By Sunday I was unpacked, and we were exhausted. In the evening we ordered out for dinner and enjoyed a glass of wine before curling up naked in bed together. Around 2 a.m. I woke drenched in sweat. By morning I was running a fever, nauseous, and vomiting. I had a strange rash on my abdomen, and my body ached. I called in sick to work, and David stayed with me, and took care of me. “You’re seroconverting, babe. My virus is coursing through your veins. You’re pozzing. Welcome to the club.” As sick as I was knowing David’s HIV was racing through my body, and I was now poz, only turned me on. My cock was fully erect in a flash. David leaned over and kissed my forehead, “Glad that bones you up, because it has the same effect on me,” and he showed me his fully erect meat already leaking more poz precum. “This was the perfect house warming gift.” David crawled into bed with me and spooned me in his arms. His cock rested between my ass cheeks, lubing my crack with his toxic precum. I rubbed my ass against his shaft, and he wasted no time sliding his cock into my hole and slowly working another load of his DNA into my guts. David whispered in my ear, “Now I want your toxic load in me.” I crawled to my knees, pulled his ankles over my shoulders, and lined my hard shaft up with his hole. A little spit on my cock, and with a forceful thrust the head of my cock slipped inside David. “Yes, fuck me, Ben. Give me your poz cum.” My cock stiffened and pulsed hearing those words. I plunged my cock all the way balls deep into his ass, and began to pound my cock in and out of his hungry hole. This was my first time fucking another man, and the sensations were incredible. My body was feverishly hot, and sweat was dripping from my forehead and torso. I leaned over and kissed David deeply and passionately while I continued to plow his ass. “Fuck…..I’m close to seeding you.” “Yes, give me that poz load.” I plunged deep inside David, and filled his guts with spirt after spirt of my first poz load. I collapsed on top of David in a pool of sweat, panting with exhaustion. He held me in his arms, and kissed my forehead. “The cycle is complete. We are now swapping toxic loads together.” A week later my body adjusted to the conversion, and my symptoms subsided. I was now a poz, gay man. David and I returned to the bar, and tipped a few beers while sharing the news with John. “Congrats, man!! Here’s a shot to celebrate.” “Thanks, John. Feels amazing.” John lifted his shirt showing us his biohazard tattoo, “Now any chance you two are joining me and getting one of these too?” We both looked at one another, and at the same time said, “Definitely.” That weekend David and I made our way to the local tattoo shop and both marked ourselves as poz and proud with a brazen, biohazard tattoo on our right hips. David and I continued to date, and eventually moved in together. We are now partners in an all-out BB, open, pig relationship. We love swapping our poz seed, chasing new strains, and tag teaming neg chasers looking to join the club. We also attend local BB and piss parties together. Two years after our divorce I received a letter from my ex-wife. We have since built a friendship through it all, and she came to Chicago to visit and meet David. She is now engaged to be married, and our friendship only grows stronger. ​

Paul followed the skinny man through the dark halls, as he desperately tried to stem the flow of blood and cum leaking from his fuckhole. The man kept turning back to check Paul was there, each time rubbing himself as he stared at Paul's body. They entered into a lighter part of the sauna, filled with beds and soft furnishings. There were condoms filled with cum all over the floor, as well as empty lube packets. The skinny man stopped in front of a bed, and pulled Paul into him. He fondled Paul's body, moaning gently as he did. He whispered, 'I'm not long for this World. I have to pass on my special gift. Do you want my gift?' Paul hesitated... what did he mean? The man stared at him intently, and Paul noticed there was a small gaggle of oggling men around them, desperate to see what was going to happen next. 'Yes, I want it', Paul said. The man smiled, revealing a set of vile yellow teeth. His gums were damaged, cracking with blood as he grinned. 'Get on the bed', he whispered. Paul crawled onto the bed, settling on all fours and spreading his ass for the man. 'No', said the man as he crawled next to Paul. 'Lie on your side, I want to hold you'. Paul lay on his side, as the man wrapped his arms around his warm, young body. The man rubbed his fingers around Paul's asshole, rubbing Paul's last load between his fingers. Paul felt the distinct popping of the man's mushroom head invading his ass, and the man moaned as he cradled Paul. The audience were in their element, pumping their cocks as they watched the man invade Paul's ass. 'I love you', the man said, stroking Paul's hair. 'I love you so much... do you love me?' 'I love you', Paul said. 'Fuck me harder... please...'. The man complied, spreading Paul's ass with long, hard, but slow thrusts, and he continued to moan. 'I'm close', he whispered. 'My gift will live on, through you... I love you'. The man screamed as he unloaded 8 days worth of stored load into Paul's ass. Cum fountained from Paul's ass, pouring down the sides of the man's dick. He held Paul so tight that Paul's chest began to hurt. He kissed Paul's back, running his hands along Paul's slender arms and legs. As he calmed down, he slowly slid his long cock from Paul's ass, as fountains of pink cum, mixed with Paul's damaged ass juice, flowed out after him. Paul turned around to look at the load pouring out, and noticed the man's dick. It was rotten, filled with legions. Puss slowly leaking from it. Paul felt fear for the first time in his adventure, and he got up to leave. 'I have to leave', he panicked, and he searched frantically for his towel. 'Not so fast', a voice said, and the audience advanced on him, pushing him back onto the bed. 'Our turn'. There were some seriously hot studs in the group, and Paul's fear slowly ebbed away as his dick sprang to attention. He finally succumbed to the touching, the caressing, and lay back on the bed. What happened next turned Paul on more than he had ever known in his life. For two hours, he became the fuck toy of every man in the sauna. His ass ached, but he took load after load after load, screaming in agony and sexual ecstasy as he was used like a ragdoll. After the last man had finished, he lay, spent, his ass aching. His dick was swollen after cumming so many times, and he didn't want to move. Eventually he woke up, after realising he had nodded off. His aching fuckhole told him he had been used a couple more times in his sleep. He got up, found his towel, and tried to get his bearings. A torrent of cum flooded down his legs, and he desperately tried to wipe it with his towel. 'I need a shower', he thought, and he headed off towards the changing room, where he had no idea another adventure was awaiting him. To be continued...

Good story so far. Personally I don't like the pictures because I think they get in the way of imagining the scene. Good story though, looking forward to the next part.

I was working in Denver a few years back and got picked up by a ragged looking long haired freaky guy in Cheesman Park. We messed around in my truck for a bit and he was humongous, I would say about 13 inches and the size of a coke can. After a little foreplay he had to go but gave me his number. I called with some concerns but did pick him up and took him home with me. We got into it hot and heavy, he was a passionate lover and had me screaming to get fucked. He tried to get that killer into me but it was a very tryign time. After about 45 minutes of rimming, fingering me and lot so lube he managed to get in and worked his magic slowly and lovingly. It hurt but it hurt oh so good. He dropped a couple of loads in me before he pulled out. I was sore but missed that deep full feeling. He spent the night and at about 2AM I woke up to him trying to enter me again with me on my side so together he pushed that 13 inches of hot hard meat up into me again and I loved it. I stayed in Denver for 6 months and we had a lot fo repeat sessions, in the bed, in the shower, on the table, on the couch and any place he could lean me or lay me down. He was a very passionate and loving young man. Sorry that I didnt stay but that is a long and distressng story. Just glad that I met him, had him for 6 months and we enjoyed each others company.

Yeah, I had a hot little 23yo twink with me. Paraded him around collecting loads all night.

I have been fucked by straight guys. They want to fuck an ass and the wife or gf will not let then. They have never used a condom as they want the complete experience. I had one guy who fucked me while his wife was expecting. He just loved to fuck and she I her condition did not wan to. He would come over on his way home. Fuck me dump his load and leave

This is pretty much me. I really have no romantic or sensual feelings for men. I just want a no-hassle hole to bury my cock in, thrust and empty my nuts into. I don't want to kiss you, I don't want to cuddle you, I don't want to blow you, etc. I just want you to present your hole to me, have it ready and let me do my thing. Now I'll take care of you too. I want my bottoms to enjoy the fucking. But after we're done fucking, I'm done w/ you too. I'm married. I do all the romantic / soft shit with my wife and with previous girlfriends. I gave the boyfriend route a try for 3 weeks but I fucking hated it...because I wasn't attracted to him. He just had an easy hole for me to seed and breed. Obviously I'm bi because I do have sex with men and I do seek out sex with men. It's just not a hassle and guys, well, we're pigs! Oink! Most women have too much emotional shit in their heads when it comes to sex and while there's always the good rough fuck to be had, if you call them a little cum slut or smack their ass too hard, they get all whiny and shit. And that's why I like pounding man ass. That and men seem to be able to take cock up their slutcunts much better than women do. That being said, I met up with a curious married guy on business in the same town I was in. He flaked the first night but after some alcohol he gave into his slutty desires to be used as a cock socket. He was a total virgin and I tore that ass cherry of his up. HAd to go slow, so that he could relax but once I was in and fed him some poppers (as well as a little booty bump), he became the cum craving whore he was meant to be. I put three loads of jizz in his married man ass and left him a a puddle of his own cum, piss and sweat when I was done. I gotta admit, it was a pretty hot scene. I'd put $20 he's a closeted cum dump now. His poor wife is likely ignorant as fuck to the fact that she married a cum crazed sissy fuck slut.

Sounds about right. I was at a club where two straight guys went to the back, initially to get blown. When one started fucking a guy his friend got hard and said he wanted to fuck too. His friend sort of coached him as to what to do. "Touch his ass, maybe he'll let you fuck him" - of course...and he did, and I let him fuck me.

Hey all just here to add my 2 cents. As a straight guy I think the idea that we just get so horny we just want a hole isn't too far off the mark. I know for me personally I have no interest in guys romantically but I've been blown by a guy before and quite thoroughly emptied my balls down his throat. Did I enjoy it. Yes. Would I do it again. Likely. Would I fuck a guy? Likely, as long as I got to blow in him. Do I prefer women yes. I'm not attracted to guys, I just like to fuck. I don't think that makes me bi. Feel free to throw your opinion in.

Just about perfect, he'd called it - the older man I'd gone home with had tied me up to his headboard, positioned my ass up in the air, and had fingered me rougher than I'd ever had before until I'd come. The lube he'd used had grown warmer and warmer, "his own recipe" and my ass and dick felt hot to the touch. Then he'd beaten my ass with a paddle - there was no other word for it - and declared me "just about perfect." I squirmed. This had started out with a simple game from an online buddy - I was to answer any yes or no questions with a pattern: yes, yes, no. Over and over again. I'd done so, and this was where I'd ended up. And a part of me was still playing the game. The last question had been hard to answer with a gag, but I'd nodded. I'd said "yes." And even as the hairy older man had been paddling me, I'd been holding onto that moment in my head to remember - I had to agree to the next thing, then say no, then it was back to my first agreement again. The man's rough finger slid between my cheeks, probing just a little at my pucker, which was still sore and hot from his lube and hard fingering, though now the lube had mostly worn off - beaten away by his black paddle. I squirmed again. He leaned over me, his hairy chest pressing against my shoulders, and I felt the hard heat of his dick against my leg as his mouth brushed my ear. "You're ready to make daddy happy, aren't you?" Yes/no question. I nodded vigorously, absolutely ready. I was sore and my skin burned and my dick - tied off in a cockring - was again hard. I wasn't sure when that had happened, and wasn't sure what that meant about me. He laughed, and reached up around my face, undoing the snap and pulling the gag out of my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin. "Does daddy need a rubber not to catch anything from your ass, boy?" Oh god! I froze, my mouth still aching from the gag, lost for a moment. I was clean, I knew that, had been tested just last month, but I never played raw... And yet... He was asking me if he'd catch anything from me, so... "No," I said, answering the question the way I was told to by my online friend. My cock throbbed. I'd never played bare. I'd never dared! The big man's hand gripped my chin and he was nearly growling when he spoke into my ear. "Oh, you little impatient fuck, you want to feel daddy deep inside, don't you?" "Yes!" It was more an exhalation than anything else. "Daddy is going to fill you right up, boy. Give you everything he's got." His hand slid down my neck, and the under me to my chest. He squeezed a nipple and I yelped. He chuckled. "You need that gag put back in, don't you, boy?" I hung my head. Took one shaky breath. "Yes." "Boy, daddy is about to fuck you like the goal is to snap you in half, and I'm going to ruin your hole for other men. You want to pick a safety gesture first?" "No." Yes! I didn't know, and it was too late. The gag went back in, and he was quick about it. Then he shifted on the bed behind me, and his hands slide up and down my back once, then twice. Then he gripped my waist, hard, and squeezed so much I yelped again into the gag - a pathetic noise. He shook - I could tell he was laughing to himself - and one hand let me go. A moment later, cool slick liquid was pouring between my ass cheeks, and I heard him aim another squirt of lube onto his dick. It wasn't the thick "heat" stuff he'd used before. He rubbed his finger up and down my between my ass cheeks, and then I felt his hot, hard dickhead against my pucker, raw. I was shaking, and no doubt he could feel it. In the back of my mind, I was holding onto my place in the mental tally - two more agreements next, then a refusal - but beyond that was almost white noise and a hypersensitivity to every detail of his touch. He pushed forward almost leisurely, and the groan that came out behind my gag was low and needy, even to my own ears. It hurt - his fingering had seen to that - but I was so incredibly turned on, and the sensation of his hot skin inside me was intensely terrifying and arousing both. He pushed on, surprising me by taking his time, lowering each inch of his dick into me with a constant pressure while I shifted awkwardly from my prone and bound position. My knees shook, and my bound hands gripped at the headboard impotently. When his hairy stomach pressed against the small of my back, he gave a little shove, and his balls brushed mine. I groaned again. "Boy, you may be a fucking impatient little whore, but you fit daddy like a tight fucking boy should..." He said, and his voice was gravelly. He took my waist in his hands again, squeezing hard until I let out a strangled cry once more, and then he began to fuck me violently. There was no warning - first he'd slid in, and after that, he was suddenly all-out ramming my ass with deep strokes that brought his thick raw dick nearly all the way out of my ass before plunging back in. I was left to gag and gasp for breath as he rocked me to the left or to the right, changing the way his hard cock pounded into me and setting off new and ever-more-heated friction inside me. The fingering had already left me sore, but the way his cock battered my ass was a kind of hot torture. He fucked me from behind, shifting his angle left and right, for a good while. Sweat formed, on both of us, and soon I could feel his sweat spattering on my back with every thrust of his hips. He was almost snarling as he plotted me, over and over, and his grip tightened and tightened as he drilled. Finally, he shifted me further than before, and I started to lose balance and fell over onto my side - he shifted all his weight to land hard on me and bury his dick deep again inside my ass as I twisted under his grip, rolling me onto my side and lifting one of my legs high as my wrists crossed at the headboard and I finally got to look up at him. He was looking down at me with lust, and a kind of possessive amusement - sweat dripped from his chin and his hair - even his body hair - was dark with it. He met my gaze so openly, and continued to use my leg as a lever to bury his dick inside me so hard that I looked away, actually ashamed of how I was letting his older man - a complete stranger - use me for his own pleasure. He reached out and slapped my chest, hard, and said, "look at me!" I obeyed. "Yeah, that's right boy, you look at daddy." He pushed my leg until my arms were crossed above my head and I was now flat on my back, his dick had corkscrewed inside me as he'd rolled me over and he'd barely missed a thrust. He let go of my legs and shoved forward hard, making my back arch and my legs spread wide to accommodate him. He shifted his knees, thrusting into me, and his hands landed hard on my chest, gripping my flesh so tight in each hand that I cried out into the gag again. He continued, relentless. He rolled me back again, until I was dragged by him back onto all fours while he fucked me from behind, then rolled me back onto my back a second time. My own cock, trapped in the cockring, was hard, but I was whimpering and blubbering behind the gag now, lost to the relentless piston of the older man's dick. Sweat burned in my eyes. He leaned over me, his hands again squeezing and crushing my chest. "You ready for it, boy?" He growled in my face. Some of his spit landed on my cheek. I nodded, desperate for relief. It was meant to be that I was supposed to agree, because I wanted him to get off so badly - and I wanted to jerk my own cock and then curl up in a ball and not move for days, so sore was I inside and out. His left hand snaked up and snapped the gag free from my mouth. "You want daddy to breed your worthless sorry fuckhole, boy?" He yelled. "Yes!" I begged. "Yes, please! Fuck me! Breed me!" He snarled, unsnapped the cockring form around his own cock, and as he shoved into me, his hands once again grabbed my chest again so tight I cried out. His cock erupted inside me - one, two, three and then four hot surges of slick heat filled me, soothing the rough fire from where his dick had ravaged me for what felt like at least an hour of the roughest sex I'd ever had. He ground in to me, and then collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and slick with sweat. I cringed beneath him - again his dick had found a new angle to inflict on my ass. Slowly, he recovered, and when he finally slid out of my hole I whimpered again. He nodded at me. "Best fuck of your life, boy. You got no idea, do you?" I remembered just in time to say "no." He laughed, and rolled off me, then reached over my head to undo my wrists. "I'm gonna have a shower, and then I'll give you a ride home," he said. He was done with me, that was for sure. He left through the door that I assumed went to the bathroom, and I lay there, stunned. I undid the cockring, and with four quick jerks, I came all over my stomach. Then I could barely move. "Get fucking dressed," I heard the man yell. "I gotta get up early and I ain't gonna wait for you." I heard the shower start and then tried to sit up. His cum was leaking from my ass - so much of it that I couldn't help but leak on his blanket, and I grabbed one of my socks, wiping my stomach and my ass - I'd go barefoot, and started to struggle back into my clothes, my skin raw from his manhandling, and my ass on fire from the beating and fucking. It took a while, and I was struggling to rush. When I pulled up my pants, my cell was in my pocket, and I fished it out. The shower had just stopped, but there was no sign of the hairy man yet. I opened the app, and sent a message to my friend who'd dared me to start this evening, and whose game had left me in this position - I was sore, inside and out, and had cum leaking into my jeans from a stranger who's name I didn't even know. "You have no idea what just happened to me." I typed, and hit send. The cell on the bedside table buzzed. I glanced at it, without thinking, and saw my on-screen alias appear. My message appeared, with a notification from the app that a message had been sent. I froze. The older man's cell went dark. "I got fucked better than ever." I typed, my hands shaking. I hit send. The message appeared on his screen, from me. "Oh my god," I said. His laugh surprised me, and I turned, yelping. He was wrapped in a towel, and looking at me with amusement. "Well," he said, "guess that means I don't have to play the steps where I dare you to meet me again." "I don't... I don't understand..." He laughed. "Yes you do." He shrugged. "I like fucking cheap little fucks like you, and cheap little fucks like you need encouragement." My mouth opened, closed. He smiled. "You want to read my real profile?" He asked, and then grinned again - it wasn't friendly. "And don't forget, I know what your next answer is supposed to be." Right, we were back at agreement. I couldn't speak, but I nodded. He led me to his computer, and loaded up his real profile. It was a headless pick, though it showed his hairy body and thick cock, and he was holding a pair of handcuffs. It said: "Want a rough dick so far up inside you you won't walk right for days? Got a boy's ass and an urge to please? Hit me up. I'll tie you up and hit you inside, hard. Bareback only, so if you don't want to get the bug, move right long, baby." I was shaking so hard I could barely remain upright. More of his cum - his poz cum! - was leaking out of my ass. He put his hand on my shoulder, and squeezed enough to make me cry out. "Same time next week, boy?" There was only one answer. (End)

A week went by before I even thought of him again. It had been another sexless week so I decided to hop back on a chat room once I was home alone. I had zero luck today; so I decided to take out my wife's toys and have some fun on my own. I stripped off all my clothes and took some lube and a dildo from her collection - she didn't even know I knew she had them. running some lube on my finger and slowly running some lube inside me and on the dildo, I straddled it and began sliding onto it. Just as I got it in, I heard a loud banging on my door. I quickly jumped up, grabbed a towel to throw around my waist and sprinted to the front door. I peaked out the window and I didn't see anyone there. I decided to peak out the door just a little, and that's when it all happened so quickly. As soon as I peaked my head out the door, he grabbed me and threw me down on my porch. He hopped onto of me, holding me down and covering my face with a rag, he whispered to me, "Don't struggle. breathe in." Once I had regained consciousness, I realized I was in a trunk. I went to reach to punch my hand through one of the rear lights but I quickly realized I was hogtied. I went to scream but also found out I had been gagged. I was completely helpless at this point and I couldn't do anything but go along with the ride. After what seemed like 20 minutes from regaining consciousness, the car abruptly stopped and the trunk opened. I was face down, and couldn't rotate to see a face but with ease I was picked up by the rope and carried into a house. I quickly looked around only to see nothing but wilderness and a dirt road. I glanced at my abductor, he looked atleast 6" and had some bulging muscles; he was strong enough to carry me with one arm at least. Once through the front door, we took a left through a hallway and then down the basement steps. I couldn't believe what I seen, the whole basement was setup as a dungeon. Cages, tables, slings, a glass cabinet full of various toys and bondage devices, whips, chains.. if you could think of it, he had it. "Before I let you loose piggy, breathe in again" as he set me down and put the rag over my mouth. I woke up what seemed like hours later. I was still completely naked, my hands bound to chains attached to the ceiling, my feet were locked in a spreader bar. "What do you want from me?" is the first thing that instantly came to mind. His response was a backhand slap to my face. As I regained my composure he strapped a ball gag onto my mouth. "I didn't give you permission to speak, pig. And you know exactly what I want from you, or don't you remember? I met you on a chat room as Will_Dom_U23. You're my property now, see to it that you recognize that." I couldn't believe it was him. How did he find me? I never gave him any personal information.. he did call me by my name, which I didn't give him. While I was trying to figure it out, he came up to me and grabbed my hair hard and pulled it up. "Now listen, I imagine you have some questions for me. I will let you speak, but you have to remember to refer to me as Sir or Master. It seems like for as dirty of a pig you are, you aren't a well trained slave." With that he took off my ball gag. "Uh, listen... the stuff I talked to you about, it was all just fantasy. I didn't mean for this to-" Bam. Another smack right across the face. "I told you to refer to me as Master or Sir, and to ask a question," he replied. "Besides, you should thank me. Your fantasy has become true. Besides, I made sure the dildos, gay porn and your chat history be left up for your wife to read. I even packed some clothes to make it look like you left her. There is no going back now. Now if you have questions, ask." I couldn't believe this was happening. My wife will come home, find out everything. When she finds my stuff packed she will think I left her for a man. "How long are you going to keep me here?" Smack. again. "You forgot to say Sir. Try again." My face will be bruised to hell before he's done with me. "I'm sorry... Sir. How long are you going to keep me here... Sir?" I asked as my voice cracked. He could see the fear in my eyes. "For as long as I want. You're my new fucktoy and house slave. Anymore questions, pig?" My mind went blank. My old life is over, and from what it seems I'm going to be here for a while. "Good, now I'm going to unchain you, try to run and I will break ribs." I nodded my head, with the body he has he could easily make good his threat. As I was unchained, he took a collar and locked it around my neck with a masterlock. He grabbed my neck, led me to a cage and threw me inside it. "This is your home now; pig. Get some rest, tomorrow I'll convert you and make you mine. As he locked the cage, he walked up the steps and shut the basement door. I laid on the floor, waiting for tomorrow. To be continued.

We got into his pickup and I belted myself in, still feeling my nerves twist and spin in my stomach. When he got in and started up the car, he looked over at me briefly. "I'm outside the city. That okay?" "Yeah," I said. First agreement. My voice came out a little uneven because of my nerves, and I was hyper-conscious about this "game" I'd agreed to and where it was taking me. He glanced at me for a second, smiling in that gut-clenching way. "I suppose you prefer it when the guy is closer and you get to go faster, huh?" Shit. I forced the word past my lips. "Yeah." Goddamn it. As hot as he was, and as hot as this whole strange game was, I was starting to feel a lot more nervous about this whole yes/yes/no thing. He nodded, once. "Well," he said. "I promise it'll be worth the trip." That made me shift on my seat. My dick was getting hard. He had a gravelly voice, a rough look to him, and the frank way he was talking was a definite turn on. He looked at me again. "You're not used to being patient, are you?" "No." He smiled again. "Well sit back and relax. It's about a half hour more." We drove on in silence. * His place was a small converted farmhouse and when we pulled into the long driveway, he reached out with one hand and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze. "See, boy, patience is a virtue." I blushed and he chuckled and pulled into the former barn, which had been turned into a garage. We got out of the pickup, and he closed the barn door after us, then led me into the small farm house. Inside, he shrugged off his coat - I did the same - and he looked at me again. I couldn't believe I'd gone home with a stranger - and I didn't even know his name. "You want a tour?" he asked. "Sure," I agreed, remembering at the last second that I was back to the first "yes." He walked me through his kitchen, and paused in the livingroom/diningroom when I saw the flat-screen television that seemed out of place in the small and mostly traditional looking farm house. "I like porn," he said, with a shrug, and I had to laugh. He smirked at me. "I'm sure you watch porn, boy. I bet you like it nice and dirty, don't you?" "Yeah," I said, and it came out easily enough because it was true. He laughed and led me up the stairs, and the first door we entered was obviously his bedroom. It wasn't a large room - none of the rooms in the small house were - and the bed dominated the space. It had a kind of cross-hatched headboard, and thick green blankets and pillows. A chest of drawers and a cabinet closet was the rest of the furniture. The older man was very close behind me, and his hand took the back of my neck, his rough thumb stroking along the line of hair where it reached my neck. "You need to say any of the other rooms?" he asked. "No," I said. I nearly choked on the word. I could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't think so. You want it bad, don't you?" "Yes." His hand slid down my neck to my shoulder, and he pushed just enough to make me walk to the edge of his bed. "You're an impatient boy, aren't you?" "Yeah," I said, and swallowed. His hands slid down my arms now, and his fingers moved to my waist, sliding just under my t-shirt, teasing a little. I shivered. "You gonna be a good boy for daddy?" Shit! "No," I said. I tried to make it sound teasing or something, but it came out a little crooked. His fingers hesitated just a little, and then he gripped me tighter, and turned me around. I looked up at him and swallowed, hard. The look on his face was amused, aroused, and... just a little mean. "A bad boy, then," he said. "Daddy likes bad boys, too. But you know bad boys get punished, right?" I nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak. "You want daddy to punish you, don't you, boy?" I bit my bottom lip. Nodded again. Two agreements. He leaned forward, and his hard-on was very apparent against my stomach, even through his jeans and my shirt. His lips were close to my ears. "You got any hard limits I need to know about, boy?" "No." He smiled, and pushed me over onto the bed.

At first, nothing really happened. I went into the bar, and I paid my cover, and then went to order a beer. I was definitely the youngest person around, and the bar wasn't exactly hopping. The crowd wasn't big, but the guys were - this was definitely a bear and older crowd, and I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. I drank my beer and glanced around every now and then - a couple of times I made eye contact with some of the men in the room, but most of them seemed to look right through me. I ordered a second beer. "You on your own?" I jumped at the voice, and turned to see who'd spoken. The guy behind me was tall, wide, and stocky. He wasn't handsome - he had some old acne scars across his face, and his nose was a crooked like it had been broken. He had a strong brow and a wide jaw, though. His hair was black, with a bit of salt and pepper sneaking into his sideburns, and a five o'clock shadow that had probably showed up the day before and ignored ever since - the overall effect was to make him incredibly masculine. "Yes," I said. It suddenly occurred to me that this game I was playing - yes/yes/no - meant I'd sometimes end up lying, but so far I'd told the truth. I felt a little rush in my stomach. "Thought so," he said, and leaned past me to order a beer. His arms were thick, and his forearms were covered in a dark hair. "First time here?" he asked me, waiting for his beer. "Yeah," I said. Again my stomach did a little flip. This was kind of fun, in a reckless way. I drank some of my second beer. The man's beer came, and he looked at me again. He hadn't smiled once yet, and his rough voice wasn't exactly friendly, but the next thing he said was, "Mind if I join you?" "Nope," I said, and smiled. My internet pal was a freaking genius. This was insane! I was nervous, but excited. He sat, then stuck up some small-talk that went very oddly given my responses to his yes-no questions and the pattern of yes/yes/no. We talked about the weather (thanks to the timing of some of his yes/no questions, he thought I liked rain better than sunshine), and had a small discussion about football (I had no idea if I made any sense on that topic), all the while I was keeping one of three fingers pressed against my thumb, alternating to keep track of what response was up next if I was asked a yes/no question. I was having fun, in a kind of nerve-wracking way. Then he said, "so you go to bars by yourself often?" "Yeah," I said. I was back at the beginning of the pattern again. I felt myself blush. This was by no means true. He tipped back his beer, smirking a little around the neck of the bottle. "To meet guys?" he asked. "Yes," I said. Oh man. Now I sounded like a complete slut! He nodded, putting the bottle back on the counter. He gave me a long look, then said, "You gonna tell me your name?" "No," I said. I wanted to slide under the bar, my face turned so red. That made him chuckle. "Ah. I get it. You're looking for some no-strings, right?" I nodded. "Yeah." Holy crap! "And you like older fellas like me, eh?" I nodded again. "Yes." He smiled, and on his rough face, that smile wasn't particularly calming. My stomach was tying itself into smaller and smaller knots, and my hands were shaking, but the way the older man was looking at me had me semi-hard in my jeans. "You want another beer before I take you home, boy?" he asked. "No."

Intense! Am I too young (19) to attempt this?

That must have been a divine load...

took my first loads a couple days after my 18th birthday...these two hispanic guys who did my dad's landscaping were always teasing me in a nice way in front of my dad and asking to fuck me...(i was out to my dad and he was cool about it)...my dad told them that when i turned 18 they could ask and I could legally decide....a few days after my birthday they knocked on the door when they were done with the lawn and asked my dad if I was home and if I was ready to get fucked...my dad called me and I went into the garage with them and proceeded to get pounded raw and take two hot loads deep in me...

I was 13 ; it was from my friend father a big black well hung man in his 30's . At first it hurt but then loved it specially When he dumped his massive thick load inside my sweet tight ass

I took my first cock and load when I was 10. The guy who fucked me was our 35yo neighbor who was babysitting me while my folks where away on family business. It hurt like hell and it was more rape by a pedophile than anything else. But somehow I was proud I could take his big uncut cock inside my ass, but was horrified at first by his load. After that I was hooked on taking it in my ass and on the delicious cum. We continued to fuck on a regular basis for about 2 years until he was caught fucking an other boy from my block and was sentenced to prison. When he was gone it took me about 2 years before I found another guy for sex. But now, after 35 years, I still remember how my first fuck went, it was just for his pleasure and not mine.

How i wish that could be mine conversion,drugged raped pozzed

I was 16. Before that i had only sucked dick and had been fucked with a condom twice by a 20 year old dude that was home from college during the summer. But one night a buddy of mine on the basketball team went out drinking on country roads. We parked and set on tailgate of his truck and drank as well as smoked a joint. He started talking about how horny he was and all he needed was a blow job. I remember laughing and saying yeah me too. He downed his beer and laughed and told me he just needed to get his nut off cause he girlfriend wasn't putting out. I looked at him and said we could help each other out.. nobody would know. He was like fuck that.. and lit up another joint. A few mins later he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was still soft, but long and fat. I had seen him in the locker room showers before, so i knew he was hung. He told me to suck him off. So i got up and bent in front of him and wrapped my lips around it. I sucked him nice and hard for awhile, then he told me to get up. He pushed me against the tailgate and bent me over. He spit on his hand and rubbed it all over his cock. He pushed the head into me fast, which hurt like hell.. remember i had only been fucked twice at this time.. and the other guy was only about 7 inches and medium thick, and this dude was about 8.5-9 inches and pretty thick. I told him to slow down and ease it in.. he laughed and asked me if i was experienced at getting my ass fucked? i didn't answer him..lol. Finally my ass eased up and he started fucked me hard with is big thick raw cock. A few mins later i heard him moaning and jerking as he was pumping my ass full of his week long load. My ass was dripping cum when he pulled out. Afterwords he freaked about what had just happened, and wanted to go. He got dressed and jumped in the truck. All the way back in town all he would talk about was how it was a mistake, and he was just stoned, and we were to never say a word about . The whole time he is freaking about it, i was only thinking about his hot jizz that was still dripping out of my hole onto my underwear. We ended up not really speaking to each other for a few months.. but he eventually came around.. and he did fuck me again one night when he was stoned again.. But that time he didn't freak after he nutted in my hole. So that was my first load.. and i have been taking them ever since.