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I love using a true cumdump the way he should be used. There is too much cock and too much pussy out there for anyone to be denied. Why should anyone limit themselves? I love owning a cumdump's hole and directing how it is to be used. The bottom's reward is getting his pussy used the way he wants. So, the things I like to do are: Taking the bottom out to a bar wearing t-shirts saying, ""cumdump", "no loads refused", "breed me, daddy", "urinal boy", "please fuck me, sir, "cum lubed for your pleasure". Taking him to sex clubs where I direct who puts loads into him. Sometimes he can only have ugly guys. Sometimes put into a sling, blindfolded for all to use. Sometimes telling him to approach guys and beg for their loads. Dropping him off an active gloryhole place and telling him not to call me to picked up until he has a certain number of loads in him. Giving him 3 or 4 addresses to show up at. He walks into the open door, strips down, puts on a blindfold and then is called in. Whoever I have have chosen does whatever he wants. The guy is then led back to the entrance way, takes off the blindfold, gets dressed and drives to to next address, never knowing who just bred him. Taking him on road trips to places he is not known and making him expose himself and submit to all. And a whole lot more..... If the cumdump does his job, then it's the top's duty to find him all the cocks and loads he craves. And once his pussy has been warmed up and filled and aching for more, it's mine to use.

Day Two I wrapped my arms around the young black boy's body and clung to him as he took a break from fucking me and let his cock stay deep inside of me. He rested his whole body on my folded body and I could feel the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress and loved that feeling. I don't know how long he fucked me but my body felt so natural to be under the blanket of his body. I moved my hands all over his sweaty body and just admired my boy. I kept on whispering to his ears, "thank you" and "I love you" whenever my mind was clear enough to form words. The older man had many clients stopping by and saw us fucking but we were so oblivious to everything around us. Finally the older man brought us back to the reality by slapping me hard. And he laid his huge cock over my face as he sat above my head and talked to my young black stud. I felt like I was in love with my young stud but his cock's presence made my body to react to it automatically as I licked and sucked it down as much as I could. Finally they were done talking and my young stud lifted my body off the bed and carried me to the bathroom. He stood by the tub and pulled me off of his cock and some of the piss and cum started to flow down my legs. I clamped my ass muscle to keep his gift inside me a little longer. He had to go to work so he showered and left me in the bathroom. After my shower I felt a bit sad that my young stud was gone but that got quickly fucked out of me as the older man wanted to fuck me. This man was really tall and huge and the weight of his body made it hard for me breathe properly at times. Unlike the young stud, this man was so not attractive to look. But his cock was bigger and my body just loved welcoming it into my body. He dumped his first load in me and pulled his cock out with a loud pop. He told me to get dressed and I was going to stay with him all day as he takes care of "business" His first fucking made me feel hornier and hungrier as he drove to different places to meet different people. We didn't fuck or have full out sex but every chance I had, I tried to deep throat any cock that I could get. As the day passed, my hunger for cocks kept on getting stronger. Finally he fucked me again on the roof of his building when we got back. My moaning and the sound of our bodies slapping into each other were heard by boys on the street and I could hear some of them laughing out loud. The older man only had his cock out with the rest of his clothes on since it was cold but he got me almost naked. I was fucking cold but I knew he didn't care about that so I didn't complain. He must have felt my body shivering with cold under him as he took the pity on me and carried me to the staircase while he bounced me up and down on his cock. His huge cock felt so good as it reached so deep in me where no one has reached before. Then all of sudden, I felt some type of popping in my stomach very similar to the popping in of the cock heads at the beginning of fucking. This sent me off the roof and my cock started to shoot loads as he kept on popping the tip of his cock in and out deep inside me. My body was shaking with pleasure and I couldn't focus my eyes even if I tried. My whole body and mind felt like it exploded with pleasure bomb as he kept me bouncing on him. As soon as he came in me again, he pulled me off and down on the stairs and walked away. It took every strength of my mind to gather enough senses to grab my belongings and take a cab home. As I looked at my phone on the backseat of the cab, I saw that it's been 46 Hours since my drink with Toby.

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

I have become the full cum slutty for the 4 pakistani taxi drivers. They text me if I'm free and send the cab for me that takes me to the portacabin where they take turns fucking Me bareback and coming in my arse and down my throat. No mention of condoms they just used my holes. I am normally just bent over a manky striped couch arm and fucked hard. Last time I had bruising to my pelvis. The Turkish bloke who picked me up watched for a while rubbing himself through his pants and then fucked me last adding his load but then went immediately to the sink and washed his cock. Awesome time.

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

My dry spell is over! I'd moved recently from NYC, to literally the middle of nowhere, so raw sex, even raw sex, is very hard (pun) to find. Anyway, I was at a bathhouse about 70 miles from where I live, and in the steam room. I saw someone lying on the bench, but couldn't really make out a figure. After awhile, I recognized that he was kind of crouched with his ass sticking up. A sucker for eating ass, I couldn't resist. I got down behind him, and his ass was hairy (I normally prefer smooth- just my preference), but I started licking and eating his ass like I was starving. He immediately started groaning. I love it when a guy's appreciative of my work! I leaned up and whispered if he'd like to come to my room. He nodded, so we left and got into my room. When we got there, standing before me was this hot little cub, with an ass on fire. Suddenly he started in on this daddy talk. Ok, not my preference again, but who am I to complain? I had him lie on his back and ate his ass for another 10 minutes, during which his 7.5" cut, not hugely thick cock remained rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I asked him if he liked to fuck, and he said yes. But he wanted to play a little more. So we did. Eventually, he had me climb up on top of him. I put spit on my hole and spit on his cock, aimed it at my hole and let it sink in. Now mind you, I hadn't had a raw cock in my hole for nearly 6 months. I was literally aching for raw cock. I began riding him. He just lied back with his eyes rolled back in his head. I asked him if he could cum like that. He said he'd cum when he was pounding my ass. I said, "let's get to it." So I pulled off, sucked his cock to get it wet again, knelt in front of him, and he aimed his cock for my hole. We got into more of the daddy/son talk, but I didn't care, I was gonna get a load. I'd do almost anything at this point. He was thrusting in and out, and I could feel every vein on his cock standing out, almost like a relief. It was intense. I'd been huffing poppers, and the feeling was out of this world. Before he got into my hole again, I told him not to pull out when he came. He said ok. After about 10 minutes, his breath became different. He started almost halting deep in my hole. I put my feet around his legs as insurance. Suddenly he jerked and stopped deep in my hole. I felt literally 6 pulses from his cock. Strong pulses. I didn't feel the cum shooting, as I've done before, but I loved knowing that his DNA was deep in my hole. After he pulled out, I turned around and cleaned him off as a bottom should do. I put my hand on his chest and could feel his heart beating a mile a minute, so I knew he'd come inside me! During the afterglow, I found out he was full Pakistani, but with an American accent. HOT!!!! I told him of a guy I'd dated who was half-Pakistani and half Dutch. So beautiful. I hope to run into him again when I go back.

6. Jason As I held out the glass pipe and lighter for him, Nathan looked at me quizzically. "Huh?" he asked me. "It's your turn," I said. "You need to smoke more, and I'll take the pictures now." Reluctantly, Nathan handed me his camera. "Just frame it, and press here," he said, indicating the shutter release. I already knew how to use the camera, but I didn't want to bother him by saying anything. With his hands now free, he took the pipe and lighter from me. I was able to properly hold the camera. While he was swapping the pipe and lighter between his hands, I took some pictures of him. I had been staring at Nathan for several days, seemingly memorizing every hair on his face, every muscle in his chest, every vein on his cock. But tonight, looking through the viewfinder, I was seeing him for the very first time. He seemed new and different in a way I had trouble articulating. Even though I had several loads inside of me, I was still so turned on by his raw masculinity that my ass started to itch again. It wasn't going to be long before I needed to have him inside of me again. For the first time, I noticed that he had a few bits of grey in his goatee, and there were the slightest hints of lines around his eyes. I wondered how I had missed those details before, and with a bit of shock, I realized I didn't even know how old he was. He was older, but I had never even asked. I was about to say something, but before I could open my mouth, Nathan put the pipe to his mouth. He held the flaming torch under the bowl. I took pictures as he heated up the bowl, inhaled the vapor, and then exhaled the cloud. "Again," I said. I wanted him just as high as I was. "Bossy boy," he said, smiling. But he did what I said, and took another hit off the pipe. This one was longer and deeper than the one before; it was obvious from the giant cloud he exhaled. As he put the pipe back to his lips a third time, he said, "Let's share this one." He kneeled down in front of me and our faces were level with one another. I was staring right into his green eyes, and remembered the power they had exerted over me the first time I saw him. I would have done anything just to see them again. And, so far, I had done almost everything to keep him: he had fucked me raw, he had shot his poz cum in me, he had whored me out to his friends, and even now he was getting me higher than I had ever been before. Another hit of crystal was small compared to what had already happened. "I'd like that," was my only response, exhaling and emptying my lungs for his cloud. He did a long hit, longer than any of the others and emptied the bowl several times. He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in close, and exhaled all of it into my mouth. I sucked his cloud in, feeling his drugs and his breath, as they became my drugs and my breath. Even though his raw cock had been inside me, even though now his sperm was swimming inside of me, and even though his virus was plotting its stealthy attack on my body, this sharing of breaths was a new intimacy for us. The shotgun turned into a kiss and Nathan put the pipe down on the bed table. His hand traced down my smooth chest, across my stomach, before finding my cock. The crystal had rendered it weak, soft and impotent, but I didn't mind it at all. Michael had used my tina dick as a source of power over me, but with Nathan, my soft rod had turned into a celebration of Nathan's masculinity. My limp cock was my special gift to him, a way for us to stay focused on what was critical and important: Nathan's unprotected, uncovered, raw manhood entering me, his powerful orgasm filling me with toxic cum, and his deadly disease infecting me. Another night, hopefully very soon, my cock would be hard and erect, bursting with toxic sperm, and it would be my turn to penetrate Nathan. Nathan rested his hands on my hips to pull me closer to him. Neither of us had breathed out the crystal cloud and his tongue was still exploring my mouth. His hard cock was pressed against the inside of my thighs. Relentlessly, it seeked out my wet hole. "Please?" I asked, stopping our kissing just long enough to speak. A bit of the white cloud escaped as I begged Nathan to fuck me. "Of course, boy," he said. He pulled away, and exhaled. Even though he had given me the bulk of his hit, he still had a respectable cloud. I followed his example, and blew the smoke right into his face. "Hot, boy," he said. He took the camera from me, and put it next to the glass pipe on the bed table. Then he pushed me back onto the bed, and climbed on top of me. "I need to be inside you again," he said. Between my legs, his hard cock was searching for the wet opening into my body. I grabbed my ankles to give him better access to my hole. "I want you inside me too," I said. "Your raw cock inside of me feels like nothing else I've ever felt before." He ran one hand over my chest; I was sweating, a combination of anticipating getting fucked again and the additional kick of the crystal hitting me. "Are you ok, my Jason?" he said. The way he said "My Jason" sent a chill down my back. So badly, I wanted him to want me, even to need me. I hoped I wasn't reading too much that statement, taking it as a confirmation of his parallel need. "I'm good," I replied. "I'll be better with your cock inside me. And much better when your precum dripping into me." "Need more of my sperm? My virus?" he asked, as he lined the tip of his cock up with hole. It was now very well-used, bordering on sore. But that hardly mattered when it was Nathan wanting to fuck me. "Fuck yeah, Nathan. You know that." Nathan grabbed the bottle of poppers from off the bed and handed it to me. "Big hit for me, boy," he said. I held them under my nose. I breathed in deeply, first one nostril, and then the other, and then back to the first one. "Give it to me," he said before I could put the lid back on the bottle. He replicated my actions, inhaling deeply three times from the little brown bottle. "Ready?" he asked. We both knew what he was asking. Right as I nodded in agreement, I felt my face flush from the poppers, and at the same time, his cock began to press into me. He filled me up again with his hard shaft. My eyes rolled back, and I moaned in pleasure. All I focused on--all I could focus on--was my hole, and the way his cock slowly penetrated and filled me. This time, the sex was slower and more intimate than earlier in the evening. There was no longer the frantic need for him to get off, and we could take the time enjoy the journey. As I felt his skin against my skin, I remembered how dangerous yet intimate this was for me. There was nothing between his poz cock and my fertile hole. As we both rode the waves of poppers, it was hard for me to tell where he stopped and I began: he had gotten so deep into me and his cock fit my ass so perfectly it was like we were two parts of the same person. Nathan clearly felt the same way; he leaned in and whispered, "It feels like we're one," before he started to kiss me deeply once more. Even with our intimate connection, it still took us a while to find our rhythm. It had turned into a very slow fuck, with Nathan's cock just barely rocking back and forth inside me. He massaged the thick pools of deadly cum from all the men into my body, all the while, he held on to me tightly. His furry chest was pressed against mine and our lips and tongues stayed entangled the entire time. It seemed like the night had stopped, but yet every time I looked at the clock, only about thirty minutes had gone by. Soon, we were in the depths of the night, as first eight, then ten, midnight, and almost too soon, one AM ticked by. The entire time, Nathan's cock stayed inside me, dripping pre-cum, exploring my hole, and leaving faint traces of his virus inside me. Every so often, we would stop, just long enough to hit the pipe again together, pour a little more lube onto my hole, have a sip of water, and maybe switch positions. Sometimes, while fucking, we would be kissing. Other times we were just quiet. The best times were when we would whisper in each other's ears our hopes and dreams plus our experiences and fantasies. I was amazed, and, honestly, at times jealous, of what Nathan had done. As the night wore on, fueled by the drugs and our growing trust in each other, our fantasies became more explicit, more personal and more dangerous. Buried in my hole, Nathan's cock would get hard when I told him what I was willing to do. The barriers between us had been lowered significantly. I found myself opening up to Nathan in ways I had never been able to tell another man. In a quiet moment of the night, I found myself telling him how I had jerked off thinking about getting infected. "Why do you want it?" he asked me. "Before I met you?" I asked. "Or now?" "Both," he said. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, and then slid it back into me. I could feel the pools of toxic spooge pressed deeper into me, where soon enough, they would get absorbed into my body, and hopefully give me what I needed so badly. "Honestly?" "Of course," Nathan said. "No secrets now. No secrets ever." "The thought of crawling on top of a neg boy, of sliding my cock into his hole, of fucking him hard and breeding him. It's such a hot thing to be able to do. And knowing that I am infecting him, it's a fucking power trip." "It is," he said. "Especially with the right neg man, it can be amazing experience. And the best way to get to know a man." He stroked my face, and then gave me a kiss. "Like no other experience in the world." He stared at me, and I tried not to get lost in his hazel eyes. "And now?" he asked. "You," I said. "I want this to be how we get to know each other. How I get a part of you forever." "You'll always have a part of me," Nathan said. "And I'll make sure that my virus is in your blood." "Thank you," I said. His cock was deep in me, dripping his pre-cum into me. It was hard to tell if he was defiling my hole with his toxic virus, or anointing it with his precious fluids. They were two sides to the same coin. "Do you want to spread it?" he asked. "Help others feel as good as you do?" I had to think a moment. I knew what he was asking me, what I was signing up to do. I had safer sex drilled in my head since middle school. Not that I had followed it very well: raw man cunt was felt far too good to spoil with sheaths of rubber between my cock and the bottom. But now, Nathan was proposing a step further. To seek out negative men fuck them raw, to infect them, and make sure it would take. Despite the drugs, my cock twitched and started to grow. Nathan stroked it. "I think your cock is telling me everything I need to know," he said. "Yeah, I think it is. I do want to." I remembered what Thomas had said earlier in the day. "And I know Thomas is into it as well" "I know," Nathan said. "He's asked me a few times. Never sure how I feel about it. But..." he started, and then stopped. "But?" I asked. "I think I'd do it with you. Having a boy to share between us. To infect." "It would be nice," I said. Nathan pushed his cock into my hole again. He more than filled me up, and my dick dripping in pleasure. "And you? What do you want?" "You really want to know?" I nodded. I was learning much about Nathan in this quiet morning time. Our inhibitions were gone, and we were purely creatures of pleasure. We were creatures of a common depraved flesh, feeding off the inscrutable darkness of drugged-up, male sex. "Ok," he said. But rather than saying anything else, he grabbed the pipe and torch from the bed table. "This will need some help." I nodded, wondering what dark fantasy he had that required added assistance from the crystal. I worried that it would be too dark, too much for me, and I would have to tell him no. I worried because that I knew that tonight, I wouldn't be able to tell him no. I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to deny Nathan something he wanted, but tonight, it would be particularly impossible. "Ok?" he asked me. I nodded again, feeling how hard his cock was inside me. He stuck the pipe in his mouth, pursing his lips around the glass stem. He flicked the torch and held the intense blue flame under the bowl. Subjected to the heat, it didn't take long for the crystals to crackle, melt and begin to smoke. He started to inhale, emptying the bowl and filling his lungs. Even while getting high, he looked beautiful to me, a stocky, hairy, muscular body, his manhood buried deep and raw in my ass, and him sucking down the drug that would make him even wilder. Finally, his lungs were full, and he pulled out his pipe. He offered it to me, but I nodded no. My head was spinning a bit, and I needed to slow down. If I ever needed it, the pipe would be right beside me. "Damn, that is nice," he said, exhaling a thick cloud. It momentarily engulfed his head, before drifting down and blocking my view. As it dispersed, I saw him above me, his eyes glassy and a smile on his face. "So," I said. "What do you want?" He was quiet for a moment. His cock was rock-hard, lodged deep in my hole and dripping. Whatever he was thinking about, it was keeping him hard. I wanted to be able to satisfy him, to make him that hard again. I was clenching my ass in terror, wondering what he wanted to do. "I want to see you get raped," he finally said. "To see man after man ram his cock into you. To hear you beg for them to stop, to go slower, and to be gentle, when you know that it has only just begin. To see their cum dripping from your smooth tight hole. And to hold you at the end, my cock in your hole, and tell you how proud I am of you." Hearing that, I relaxed. It seemed so simple and so easy: all I would have to do is get fucked by a few guys. It would be like this afternoon. Maybe even better, since Nathan would be there for me. It wouldn't be just me and an ass like Michael. I smiled and nodded. "I'd do that for you." Nathan grinned. I continued. "Just make sure they are hung big, and fuck hard. And that I'm as high as I am now." "You'd do that? For me?" Nathan asked. "Yeah, right now, I'd do anything for you," I said. "Really, I'd do anything." I glanced at the clock. It was now nearly two AM. It had gotten quiet outside. Time was now marked only by a very occasional siren in the distance or the sounds of people walking home, drunk and happy, from the bars. It was the crystal driving us now, the man behind the curtain for our every action and though. I wondered how many mistakes I had already made this weekend. I had just said I'd let strangers use me. Even if I begged them to stop. But maybe that was what I really wanted, because the idea, even after Michael, didn't scare me. The pressing questions seemed to be when that fantasy would come true. "There's so much I want to do with you. I don't want you to be held back by anything." His cock was harder and buried deeper than he had ever been. "You think it's been holding you back? I mean, the fear of HIV. Of AIDS. Of dying." The only thing keeping me from freaking out was the stable presence of his tool inside me and the calming nature of the steady stream of pre-cum he was dripping into me. "In the part, it had been," I said. "But now, I want it. I want it so badly. To be infected with HIV, just like you." Inside me, his cock was throbbing with desire and dripping pre-cum into my hole. "I don't want to be held back from anything. No fear." "I don't want you to be afraid of anything either. Not of me, not of my cock, not of my cum, not of my virus. Or of my friends: their cocks, their cum and their virus. I don't think I could ever fuck you with a rubber. I want to share everything with you. And most of all, I want to be there for all of your needs and fantasies." "Me too." Nathan was on top of me again, his strokes getting deeper and more forceful. "And I know now I want the man ho infects me to be you Nathan," I said. "Not anyone else." "I'd like that too, Jason," he said. "I'd like that a lot." I needed Nathan so badly that night. I wanted his body, his mind, and most of all, his semen and the virus that would come with it. I wondered how much of this was because of the drugs and sex, but it really didn't matter. I was living in the moment and nothing else mattered. Nothing mattered but what I was sharing with Nathan. "I love you," I said. Suddenly, I was letting the drugs do the thinking for me and I let the crystal do what I was too cowardly to do on my own. As I said it, he pulled me close and kissed me. He slammed his cock deep into me. It went deep; deeper than he had ever been before. He was into virgin territory, which was ripe and ready for his seed. I felt him pulse and inside of me, Nathan was shooting his thick load of toxic jizz. I wanted it. I wanted to be open for him, to accept every drop of what he gave me. Most of all, I wanted the virus. I was no longer afraid. I was ready for it, and I wanted it to be his virus, his disease, his HIV. I wanted to be infected and I wanted to be free of all the worries and fears that had eaten me up over the years. But, the only way we could ever make this happen was to for him to fuck me raw and to cum inside of me. I knew that anything that felt this good, that brought me this close to the man I was falling in love with, must be good. This had to be the right thing. "I love you," I repeated, as he filled me with his beautiful hard cock and sprayed my guts with his thick, deadly, and wonderful cum. Even while Nathan's orgasm subsided, he made no effort to stop kissing me. He kept one hand wrapped around my body, and with the other, he tenderly stroked my head. Even after this, his second orgasm of the night, his cock stayed hard and stayed deep in my body. As we kissed, the last throbs of his orgasm wracked his body. I felt privileged to be able to make a man like him cum that hard, and doubly lucky that he had deemed me worthy of his precious fluids, the fluids that would make me forever his. Finally, our breathing returned to normal, and our long kiss was broken off. "You good, sweet boy?" he asked me, staring at me with his beautiful, piercing green eyes. "Very good," I replied, and kissed him again. My legs were still wrapped around his torso, making sure he stayed inside me. I had a stupid smile on my face. We continued to kiss and explore each other, still joined so intimately and closely. "Fuck," he said suddenly, a look of pain crossing his face. "Ok?" I asked. "Fine, just the start of a leg cramp. I gotta lay down and I'll be fine," he said. Reluctantly, I slowly unwrapped my legs from around him and let him pull his cock out of me. Still, I clamped my ass around his dick to make sure I kept every drop of his poz cum inside me. We were both tired and tweaked and our movements were clumsy. But it still felt good for us to be touching, feeling each other's bodies rub against each other. He collapsed next to me, wrapping his arm around me. We were quiet and just listened to each other breathe and felt the sweat on our bodies slowly dry. I was glad to be quiet, even though unwanted thoughts were starting to creep into my consciousness. Without Nathan's cock inside me to center me, doubts were starting to grow. I remembered everything I had said while we were fucking. I knew, in my heart, it was all true. But, I wasn't ready to face one of them straight on, much less have the important talk about it with Nathan. The statement was the methamphetamine's true betrayal of me this evening. It wasn't the way I had opened my hole to all those poz men, not the way I had let Michael use me, nor the way I had promised Nathan his fantasy. It was in the heat of passion, telling a man how I really felt. Of course, Nathan had certainly come hard when I told him. I wanted him to feel the same way, and I took it as a hopeful sign. Finally, he broke the silence. "What time is it?" he asked. I turned my head, to look at the clock. I was surprised that it was only 2:30; it felt like we had been together much longer and that the night was almost over. "2:30," I said, as I turned back towards him, smelling his sweaty, male body. His cock was still hard, pressed up against my flat stomach. "You have to be anywhere tomorrow?" he asked me. "In the morning, I mean?" "Not at all." "Good," he said. I heard him smile through his voice. "You up for another round?" "Yeah," I said. "I need to feel your raw cock inside of me again." My ass had been itching for more cock from the minute he pulled out of me. "Maybe you want a quick shower before we continue?" "Definitely," he said. "And we should refill the pipe as well." As we untangled from each other, I got up first. I knelt down on the floor, next too him, with him sitting on the edge of the bed. He wiped the lube off his hands with a spare towel and then grabbed the bag of crystal and the pipe. The bag was still fat and thick, filled with shard of the white drug. He pressed the stem of the pipe into it, and let several chunks fall into the bowl. "Want to go first?" he asked, as he tapped the last few tiny crystals out of the stem and into the bowl. "Please," I said. There had been so much that had happened over the past few hours: from Sean, Jake, and Eli, to Michael, to what we had been sharing in the dark of the night. I wasn't sure what to be feeling. At that moment, everything seemed so good, but yet, there was still a dark undercurrent, one I couldn't fully explain, like the feeling of impending doom. I did my best to forget about it, and live in the pleasure of the minute. "I'm really enjoying tonight," I said. "I'm happy we are sharing all of this. I like being with you." "Me too," he said, as he fired up the torch and let the drugs melt. He looked straight at me, as a wisp of vapor escaped from the glass bowl. "You seemed a little shaken up after Michael. Was it just him? Or the entire experience?" "Just him," I said. "Sean, Jake, Eli, they were all great. But Michael," I trailed off, shivering a bit as I remembered the ninety minutes I had spent with him. Ninety minutes I couldn't forget. "I know," Nathan said. The bowl had now filled with smoke and the vapor was escaping from the top. "Here," he said, putting the pipe in my mouth. "Take a hit. You can relax now. I'm here." With one hand, he held the torch against the bowl, and with the other, he gently stroked my arm. The touch, especially from him, felt good. It complimented the crystal I was sucking down nicely. I nodded that I was good, and he pulled the torch away. Before the pipe cooled down, I inhaled a few more bowls. I held the hit as long as I could. The drugs flowed into my blood, giving me a warm feeling of happiness. There were things I knew I needed to remember, about Michael, about Nathan, about myself, but as the tina kicked in, again, those things seemed far away and unimportant. I leaned in to shotgun it to Nathan. He took the hit from me, his hand now wrapped around me, keeping me close. I remembered enough to continue talking. "It's like there's something he's angry about," I said, referring to Michael. Nathan held my hit a while longer before he exhaled it right into my face. "I want you to take another hit," he told. I couldn't tell him no, nor did I want to. I wanted to get lost in the pleasure. So, I put the pipe in my mouth and let him held the torch under it again. "I don't know the full story, but I heard he got stealth pozzed by his boyfriend. He's had trust issues ever since." I finished the hit and held it for a moment before shotgunning it to Nathan. Nathan. "That could do it," I said, as Nathan held his breath. "I'm glad we're doing it like this. Openly. Trusting each other completely." I nearly said "lovingly," but thought better of it. There was a bond between us, and it was only getting stronger. I didn't want to scare him; I was already worried that I had said too much. I kissed Nathan, and he shotgunned the hit back to me. As I held it, Nathan returned the pipe and torch to the bed table. It would still be available to us as the night wore on. He wrapped his arms around me and let one hand dropped down to my ass where a finger quickly found my hole. "Me too," he said. "This is the best weekend I've in a long time. Now, let's get ourselves clean, in body if not spirit. The lube is starting to feel gross." I stood up and walked to the bathroom. "Getting towels. I'll be there in a second," Nathan said, "Let the water run?" The water got warm quickly and I stepped into the spacious shower. It felt good to wash off the accumulated grime from my sexual escapades. I ran my finger over my raw hole. There were several loads of toxic sperm up there. Even under the hot water, I shivered with the realization that it was far too late for me to do anything about the virus. I expected to be scared and nervous about the poz loads, but instead, all I felt was excitement. I hoped it wouldn't be long before I was infected. More than anything, I needed it to be Nathan's virus that did the deed.

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

Chapter 6: Full on infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got - “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Santos was true to his word and I got fucked more when I was sick, then even before, but I’ll come back to that in a minute. I did not have to worry about things getting dirty. I had diarrhea like out of some Stephen King novel, whoosh, splat, and that first day I spent more time on the toilet then in my bed with it coming out of both ends. After that, there was nothing left in me to give. I was still wicked nauseous and just the thought of food made me feel worse. Santos sent Miguel to the Mercado along with one of the enforcers who came back with two bags full of bottled water for me to drink. The worse, the absolute worse part was the fever. Santos had the A/C turned off in our room as he said the fever was showing us how the virus was moving in my blood through my body and the A/C would just make me catch pneumonia or something. I was so hot! I did not care if Miguel saw me naked, or anyone else, as I lay drenched in sweat on the bed, miserable and aching. By day two I had a big fever blister on my lip, which made me even more self-conscious, but to Santos it was a sign, a sign that this truly was the fuck-flu and that I had HIV and more. After it felt like I had shit myself to death, the first man Santos brought after he had fucked me again was a total surprise, Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13. I tried to sit up, but Santos pushed me back down onto the bed as he sat beside me and began rubbing my forehead. That always made me feel better. The MS-13 leader pulled a chair over, sat down, set a box with several bottles of Guaro on the floor, then lit up a cigarette and smiled. “You are right mi hermano,” he said to Santos as he used the hand holding his cigarette to gesture my way, “Our gringo mujer looks like shit! Looks like this one is marked for sure, marked for death by MS-13 cum!” He laughed at that and I just moaned, from feeling miserable and not seeing the humor as the sweat continued to run from my body like rats from a sinking ship. “Isn’t it dangerous for you to be here?” I asked. The leader of MS-13 leaned closer, “No worries muchacho. Much has changed. One of our errors in the past was leaving El Capo alone too much without seeing us. Now, now each of us will come visit often, and others from our gangs as well to show we are united in this……this new way of conducting ourselves and our business. So mi hermano, I know you have much to do and our mujer here and I are old friends, so I thought I would stay and visit for a few hours and see what I could do to make him feel better, well me feel better!” Once again he laughed and I began to realize what he might have in mind. Santos rubbed my forehead, gave it a good-bye kiss, then said, “I’ll make sure you are not disturbed. I’ll be back later,” and then left. The leader of MS-13 stood up, locked the door, took off his Chicago Bulls t-shirt and pants, and once again left on his black boots while he said, “Ahh, that feels much better.” He sat back down in the chair, the wood creaking as he scooted the chair right up to the side of the bed so that he was now sitting parallel to me, lit up another cigarette and while holding it between his teeth, reached down and opened one of the bottles of Guaro that he brought. After several large swigs, he handed it to me and said, “Here, this is the good shit we had before and in your condition it will not take a lot for you to feel it.” I pushed myself up onto my right arm and with my left hand shakily took the bottle and put it to my lips. The first swallow made me gag, choke, and cough as he laughed, the second burned going down and felt like a flaming tire in my stomach. The third gulp put out the roaring flames, so that now just the slow steady burn of embers remained. I handed the bottle back to him, plopped back onto the bed and closed my eyes, feeling the liquor kick in and the first little bit of relief from the fuck-flu misery. “Let’s talk a little, do you mind? Here, put your head in my lap, nurse on my polla, he has missed you and I know it will make you feel better,” the MS-13 leader said. He turned his chair a little so I could scoot up and drape myself across his thighs while guiding his dick into my open mouth. The raw and hardening dick responded to my tongue and I knew he had not washed in days. I loved the smell of him and the taste of his salty, sweat and funk covered dick. It did not taste of old cum, or like he had been fucking, just that his dick has been nestled against his body, waiting, waiting for a chance to be appreciated. The leader of MS-13 continued talking as I gently nursed on his dick, “Mi hermano has told me that all is well with you and him and how you stayed, how you have taken care of him and his men. You know his enforcers are like his family. He also told me more and as I said to you the last time I saw you, you had my blessings.” He took his left hand and began rubbing my forehead like Santos had done. “I owe my life to mi hermano, many times, many times, and recent events have shown me even more how important he is to me. You know he could have been El Capo? Yes? At first I thought he was crazy for not taking it, for not taking the power that we were willing to give him. But this new set up is much better, I see that now, and it was all his idea. No matter what, he still has great power and I know you worry about him. Do not worry, he is mi hermano, we will watch out for him – they all will watch out for him, for if they do not – well, you saw what can happen. And we will watch out for you as well mi gringo mujer. You are part of the family now and I like you, I really do, but remember, NEVER BETRAY us, or………” All this talk of power and retribution had made the mammoth dick I had been nursing stand at full attention and wanting to fight. The blood pulsed through the veins up and down the shaft, his balls priming the pump with a steady flow of thick and shiny precum. Even in my current state my ass wanted to be bred by him. “Let me see,” the leader of MS-13 said as he grabbed my face, turned it towards him and up as he leaned a bit to the right. “It will take several days for your lips to heal from your blisters. I have to tell you, it feels pretty fucking wild when you run your lips along my shaft, I can feel them. You know what they mean? They mean my other infections have taken in you as well, here, open your mouth like you’re putting on lipstick, let me rub my dripping dick around those nasty lips, give you some more of my bugs, aaahhhh mi mujer, aaahhhhh.” That was pretty weird, but sort of hot at the same time. This man was going to throw down some dirty sex!! I continued to rub my blister covered lips on his dick and the leader of MS-13 pushed my face hard onto it, making one of the sores on my lip crack and open up. He pulled my face away, looked and confirmed that had happened, then rubbed my lips and down his dick even harder, working the infected seepage all over his shaft and head. “So, how did you enjoy your visit with David? I know he could not give you what I did, but did you enjoy it? Did he shoot inside that gringo pussy? Tell me, did he give you some filthy Calle 18 leche? Yeah, see you are learning. In here there are many types of power, many ways to get power, share power, and dispense power, and sex is one of them. Santos knows this better than anyone and you mi gringo mujer, you now have power too. See? My polla is at your wish and command.” He laughed again at his own words, as I thought about what he had just said. I did not really think before that I could help Santos, but I guess I was, and knowing that I had even a little bit of power made me horny. The leader of MS-13 was squirming in the chair bit time now and I knew he was not going to be satisfied with just my mouth for much longer. I pulled away, grabbed the Guaro, and emptied the bottle. He was smiling a knowing smile when I handed it back to him and said, “I may want some more, so I hope you are not planning to use all of those other bottles on my ass.” He laughed hard at that, put his cigarette out on the floor, stood up and guided his dick into my waiting my mouth and throat fucked me. When he had gotten his dick nice and wet in my throat, he pulled out, said something in Spanish I could not understand, reached down, grabbed one of my legs and spun me around so I was kneeling on the floor, my torso and chest on the bed and ass out and waiting to be bred. He grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and had me put it under my knees for a little cushion. “How do you want this banger dick mi mujer, my AIDs slut? ” he asked. “I want a no mercy fuck, no stopping, no mercy for my culo as I get bred and my pussy gets infected with gangbanger dick. You little dicked fucker, will have to find me some real dick from Calle 18, don’t know why I’m wasting my time with some boy dick from MS-13.” The leader of MS-13 was not used to anyone mouthing off to him like that and I think I shocked him, but at the same time he realized he liked that shit as his dick bounced and twitched. He reached forward, cuffed my head and said, “What the fuck did you say? You think I got a little dick? Huh? You nasty little gringo cunt!!” He spit on his fingers, drove them deep into my waiting hole making me yelp, pulled them out, positioned his dick at my hole and pushed in just enough so he was lodge in my ass ring. He then leaned forward wrapping his fingers around my face, covering my mouth and resting his arms on my back and he pressed me down and growled, “ONLY MS-13 CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT – ONLY MS-13 CAN FUCK YOU WITH NO MERCY!!” I cried out into his hands as he ripped my guts open with his mammoth dick, the sound muffled by his angry grip. “Tell me again fresa, tell me again what you want,” he demanded. “I want some big Calle 18 dick, a dick I can FEEL!” I gasped out as he temporarily loosened his grip, then immediately clamped his fingers tighter, covering my airways, squeezing my head as he bloodied my hole. “YOU DAMN AIDS SLUT, YOU JUST A FRESA NOW, JUST A FRESA FOR ME TO USE!! You like that? Huh? That’s what you want? FUCK! Look what you’ve made me do, damn it, fuck that ass is bleeding.” The leader of MS-13 pummeled my torn hole, angry, confused, and hornier then he had ever been. Sweat was now pouring off of him as he drove deeper into my ass and he shifted his hand from covering my face to around my neck, “Make me you mujer, give me that MS-13 dick!” I gasped, “No limits, no mercy mi marido, no marido, I give myself to you anyway you want, I want to be your AIDs wife, make me bleed for you, that’s it, I will always be yours, always be your pussy, your AIDs pussy, FUCK ME!!” He clenched my throat harder, the bed was banging against the wall as he slam fucked me, tearing his way in and out with every thrust. “That’s it, rape my culo, rape me marido, infect me, rape me!!” His gangbanger dick buried itself as deep as it could as his fingers tightened on my throat and his body convulsed in wave after wave of ecstatic bliss. The MS-13 dick jumped in my guts as it unloaded a hot, steady stream of satisfaction. He slowly pulled his dick out of my ass, a stream of blood and cum splattering the concrete floor before he reached down, swung my legs up, and rolled me onto my back onto the bed. He was still rock hard as he pushed my legs back and dropped down into my gaping and waiting hole. “There’s no running from me,” the leader of MS-13 said as he used his body weight to keep my legs up and back, while he moved his arms under each shoulder and wrapped his hands back around my neck. “Carojo mujer! THAT was a fuck. You know me I see, you know what to say to bring it all out, you know just how to please me. Did you like that my AIDs slut? Did you like your husband raping your pussy, making your gringo pussy bleed, having no mercy? Hmmm……I can tell by your hole clenching on my dick you did. I did not expect that. Hmmm….. I think I need to find someplace a little more private so that next time I can show the fresa what a real prison rape is like…..hmmmmm……yes…….see what you do to me mujer. Would you like that? I held way back the first time, and some today too. But I don’t want to hold back. No, I want to take you….ahhhhh, but not today. Today we will make love mi mujer. Dime lo que quieres! Tell me what you want!” I got two more loads with him on top of me like that before he rolled off. He chain smoked a couple in a row, we had some more to drink, he stared in awe and wonder at the remnants of our first fuck on the floor beside the bed before he wiped it up so not a trace was left, before he gently washed my ass of for me and using his fingers made sure the only thing coming out was more of his buried cum. The most powerful man in the prison was sitting back in the chair, smoking, rubbing my forehead when Santos returned. “Mi hermano, there you are. Thank you for being so kind and allowing me to visit this afternoon. It is time for me to go.” The leader of MS-13 bent down, rubbed a finger around my lips and said, “I look forward to see you again.” No sooner was he out the door then Santos was dropping his pants and crawling onto the bed, fumbling to get my legs up and said, “Little Papi, I know he fucked you, I can smell it, and I can see that your ass is bruised and swollen, damn I want to cum in you. Can you take some more, please? Please Little Papi?” I had to laugh as he looked too funny with his pants around his ankles and that look on his face. I of course agreed, but did feel some shame as I wondered about the next time with MS-13, I wondered what he had planned. Several days later I was feeling much better, my lips had healed, and life had returned to normal, well as normal as one can get in a prison. Santos had brought several other men by to fuck me, including the Goat and Oscar and the infected ones I had met in the room before, and of course some of his enforcers stopped to check on me and take my temperature in their special way. I think they were happiest of all once I was better as I started cooking for them again and felt good knowing they got at least one decent meal a day. I was down on the second floor helping sort some business product when Santos came in, looking tense. I followed him upstairs and he said, “In about 10 minutes the new leaders of Control Machete will arrive for a meeting. Can you just make sure we have something to drink? I do not trust them, and would have you stay downstairs, but everyone must understand this is my life, so…” I was concerned and offered stay downstairs with Miguel and the guys, but Santos shook his head and before we knew it Miguel was on the stairs saying they had arrived. The two men who came up the stairs looked impossibly young. They were both cut, had long wavy hair, dressed like the Burro in nice shirt and pants, and no tattoos that I could see. These guys run a gang? Santos made introductions, we sat at the table, and Santos poured drinks. The two guys did not acknowledge my presence, and seemed tense in the discussions they had with Santos. Before long their voices started to rise, one of them flicked his hand towards me, Santos got very tense, and I did not know what was going on. I was ready to go get the guys down stairs when the two from Control Machete stood up, one knocking his chair over in the process, and stormed out. Santos quickly returned to his calm, cool demeanor and said, “Do not worry. They are young, and new to being in charge. We just do not always agree, that is all. Not like when their Uncle ran things. He felt it was time to pass the torch, and so the cousins are now in charge. Control Machete, at least here, is mostly one big connected family. They call come from the same region of the country and one way or the other seem to be related. While they may be from the country, they are no less dangerous, and some of the most famous death squad members were part of their family. I also believe – but we found no proof – that they were far more involved with El Capo and his plans than we know.” The evening ended quietly, and the next day seemed like all the rest. It was late in the afternoon and Santos had said he would be back late and as he left said, “I am always nearby Little Papi.” That had become I think his way of saying he loved me and helping me not to worry, but I still did. Anyways, I had cleaned things and had just unbuttoned my jeans and sat in the chair to take off my sneakers when I was surprised by someone knocking on the doorway. I looked up, and there was a man about 60 or 65, bald, with a gray goatee. I did not recognize him and said, “Sorry, Santos has gone out. If you go downstairs I’m sure one of his men can help you.” The man smiled, clasped his hands together, shook his head, and said, “Please forgive me for the intrusion, but no. I am not here to see Santos, I am here to see you.” I got a little nervous at that and stood up to button my pants and I don’t know what. The man stepped towards me and said, “No, no, please, sit, I have been rude. My name is Elder Sancho Romero, I believe you met my nephews yesterday?” Oh, so this must be the Uncle. “Yes, yes, of course, please come in and sit and let me get you something to drink. What would you like?” I asked. He said he liked brandy, so I brought a bottle of that for him, Guaro for me, and joined him at the table. “I have already spoken with Santos,” Sancho said, “My nephews, they have much to learn, and in here, here we must all work together to make the life a life, you understand?” I shook my head yes as I emptied my first glass as he continued, “And so I wanted to come to see you too. To apologize on behalf of Control Machete. Sometimes the young ones think they are so progressive and know so much – BAH! I am sorry for the way my nephews behaved and hope that the next time you meet them you will not hold yesterday against them.” I assured him I would not, refilled his glass and mine, and enjoyed the next several minutes of general conversation about his family, the prison, and ways he thought things could be made better. “May I be honest,” he asked me, “My nephews, they have a difficult time making sense of the Santos they know with the Santos they see here – with you, you understand? They are too new to prison and to life to understand that just because you may fuck a man does not mean you are a fresa. Especially in here, sometimes you just fuck whoever is available, and sometimes your friend is just whoever is available, and sometimes even, your mujer is whoever is available, you understand?” I shook my head yes as he continued. “Don’t get me wrong. I have spoken with Santos and I can see it in his eyes. Whatever is going on with you is not just because you are around, you understand? I say so what. It does not change the work Santos has done, and frankly I think he and his men are all the better for having you around from what I hear.” I tilted my head in curiosity at that, Sancho laughed and said, “Just because an old man is not out fighting with the young ones anymore, does not mean that I still don’t ask questions and listen, listen to the guards and listen to others. I must say, for a gringo you sure have stirred things up around here!” I laughed along with him at that one and had not realized I guess. My world is so small in these few rooms. “You must be careful though, you understand? There are some who will never accept, but for the rest of us, we do not care and as long as you are making life here better, you are welcome! So on to another reason why I am here. I wanted to bring a peace offering of sorts – well two - if you will let me. Again, an old man listens, Erazo! ERazo! ERAZO!!!” I turned and into the doorway stepped a man about Miguel’s age, buzzcut hair, big ears, pencil thin mustache, no shirt, so I could see he had a few prison issued tats on his chest. Erazo stepped in, looked at Sancho who nodded, and Erazo unbuttoned his pants and let them drop. FUCK! His dick looked like it could be as big as the leader of MS-13s. Sancho said, “Erazo is my grandson, my daughter’s son. My poor girl came to the city very young, got hooked on drugs, contracted AIDs, but before she died she gave us Erazo, and gave him her AIDs too. My pardon if I am wrong, but I have heard that you like men such as my Erazo?” I looked at him again and got hard thinking about him fucking me, wow what a dick. Sancho nodded at Erazo who stepped back, reached around the doorway and pulled on someone’s arm, bringing them into view. “This is Armando. He is like Erazo’s brother as they have been together since they were babies being taken care of by the nuns. When I found Erazo, Armando came too, so he is family. But like Erazo, he too was born to a mother with AIDs and as you can see, it has been harder on him in some ways.” I looked at Armando who was clean shaven, his hair a little longer, and while Erazo looked healthy, a little meaty even, Armando was very skinny, gaunt, his skin had a grayish tinge. He took off his t-shirt and what few tats he had looked distorted as his skin clung to his ribs. Armando then unbuttoned his pants and my eyes got wide as clearly what meat he had lost on his body had gone to his dick. DAMN! From the waist down the guys could have been twins. I grabbed the Guaro and took several big gulps and looked back at the boys still standing there with their pants down, then to Sancho. A weak smile came from Sancho’s lips as he said, “Los chicos have not had an easy life as you might understand, but family – blood – blood is everything. No one knows, really, but there are always whispers, rumors, and it does not help that they cannot stop trying to fuck every boy they can get their hands onto. The whores won’t touch them and los chicos are not interested anyways. If they would just fuck each other, but no, they tried to explain how such things work but it was all a bit more than I could understand. They need some guidance, and an outlet, a proper outlet, to learn how to behave. I know after the way my nephews acted I have not right to ask this of you, but I do ask for your help and for a favor. Would you help my boys? Would you let them be with you sometimes? I trust Santos, and he trusts you, so….I know it is a lot to ask, but they need someone to teach them about such things and I know of no one else who could be their friend. Please?” Of course my ass said yes, but then I began to think of what all this might entail and what all he might be expecting. I was NOT going to share Santos, but this might be a way in which I could use some of that power my MS-13 marido talked about. “Do they understand English?” I asked. Sancho said, “So so, and Armando can speak it a little, but Erazo not so much.” “Please guys,” I said to Erazo and Armando, “Come have a drink, join us.” The guys looked at each other, then to Sancho who nodded, and the hiked up their pants and took seats across from me at the table. “I am honored you would ask this of me, Senor, I would be pleased to be their friend – and yours – but I of course must speak to Santos first about all of this. This is his world,” I said, making both of the guys smile, and Sancho sigh in relief. “But, there will have to be some ground rules and we need to discuss a bit more what all this means. There is one condition I do have immediately before anything else. I need a business, someway that I can generate extra money for Santos and I for the future. I know my options are limited and my movement’s restricted, but there still must be something, and I want your help, and that of the other leaders to secure it – and then the boys here can help run it, or work for me, or whatever. I am not looking for charity, just an opportunity to contribute to life here with more than just my ass. Deal?” Sancho smiled wide at that, laughed, held out his hand and said, “Yes, deal. You are as good of a man as Santos and others have said you were and I already ran my idea past him before coming to see you. He said it was your decision and he would support whatever you decided. Also, you will have no need to worry about my nephews. They will support this and more, we will make sure of that, and besides, they both have a weakness for good tequila, so I say let’s get them drunk and horny and see if they can resist fucking you then. Once they do – what can they say?” This caused all of us to crack up laughing, and it actually sounded like a good plan. We spent the next 30 minutes or so discussing more details of the arrangement and drinking and I was frankly enjoying his company. The guys, but since I was older I just started calling them chicos even though they were technically men, would continue to live with Control Machete, although they might stay in our area from time to time. While we worked out the specifics of my new business, they would come do other work for me with the understanding that Miguel was my number one chico, and I was not looking forward to explaining all this to him. I would spend some time each day teaching them English, basic math, and a few other skills that would help with our business, and of course, the sex, but then I raised the point to Sancho that they might not even like me, I may not be their type and all. Sancho said something to the guys in Spanish, they both smiled, looked at me with eager and hungry grins, and Armando got his machismo, tough look on his face and tone in his voice when replied. Sancho laughed and said to me, “I do not think you have to worry about that. It seems they have already been fighting over who gets to go first and how often, and Armando here said that as soon as you realize Santos is not the marido for you and that Armando is, you will be a much happier mujer.” Erazo interrupted him and Sancho added, “Umm, yes, he says that they will both be your husband.” I blushed at that, which seemed to make the guys even more anxious to get things started. Sancho said something else to them and los chicos took their glasses, grabbed one of the liquor bottles, and went back into El Capo’s old bedroom and closed the door. Sancho refilled our glasses and said, “Thank you again. I was beginning to wonder how I would ever help them. Things are difficult enough here, but then with…. Ahhh, does not matter now. May I ask, have you met David and Sagastume from the other gangs? Yes? You got along OK? Good, good. I do not need to know specifics of course, but that does make things much much easier for us. We will need to find a business where we are not stepping on anyone else’s toes – well no one who matters. I also do not want them to think I am overstepping either by having my family work for you. I suggest that we ask each of them to offer someone for you to hire and train for your business too, so that it is truly a non-aligned endeavor and no one can say one gang is trying to get something over on another. Do you agree?” The guy’s voices rose and laughter could be heard from behind the closed door. “I do have one more small favor,” Sancho asked looking almost sheepish, “While I think I might enjoy, hmmm… uhhhhh….well to be blunt, while I think I would enjoy fucking you, I frankly would need more to drink and a little more discretion. But, I do enjoy watching and the boys have let me watch them before, so if it is alright with you, may I sit in the room and watch?” I smiled, nodded, and confirmed that was not a problem with me, adding, “Feel free to do more than watch if you want. I would be happy to suck you or whatever.” Sancho smiled, handed me the Guaro and said, “I think you may need a few good shots. From what I have seen in the past, the boys like to get right to it.” I hit the bottle, grabbed a new one, and then thinking what if someone comes up turned to go to the door to try to figure out a way to get someone to guard. “No need,” Sancho said, “My men are at the bottom of the stairs, and Santos left orders with his not to let anyone up.” With that we both went to the bedroom to find Erazo on his knees sucking Armando, who was nice and hard. Armando pushed Erazo away as soon as we stepped in, making Erazo land on his ass and burst out laughing. Maybe they were too drunk to fuck? Not a chance, as Erazo’s dick was hard and at a 45-degree angle pointing up the minute he stood up and started to stroke. Sancho eased the wooden chair back into the far corner, sat down, opened a new bottle of liquor and settled in to watch the show. Los chicos were already naked, so they stood side by side, stroking their hard dicks, impatiently waiting while I got undressed. The second my pants hit the floor Erazo was on his knees with my dick in his mouth and Armando was trying to milk my right nipple. I pushed them both back off me, “Easy boys, easy. Take your time. I’m not running anywhere, we’ll both get what we need, or want, or whatever.” They both gave me their little shit-eating grins as I think they could see my curly pig tail sticking out. Their smell was so different than anyone else, and their energy and rawness – OINK! I was so horned up, but I had to mind my own manners as well. I sat in the other wooden chair making sure Sancho had a good view, the guys stood in front of me, and I slowly began to lick first Erazo’s dick, then I would switch and lick on Armando’s. These were raw dicks in their most natural form. Never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. I soon had them both fully erect, a hand wrapped around each, as I ate their meat like it was my last supper. Sancho had abandoned just watching and was now jerking on a nice size dick of his own. I see that it ran in the family and made a mental note to get his too someday. I stood up, pushed the chair away, and bent over and started deep throating Armando’s dick. His fingers squeezed my shoulders and he threw his head back and started to speak rapidly in Spanish. Erazo’s voice was muffled as he had immediately scrambled behind me and buried his face in my ass and was making me moan with how he ate my hole out. I came up for air, glanced over at Sancho who was wide eyed and had a huge smile on his face. Good – we were all happy, back to the show. Los chicos were young, so I believed cumming a few times would not be a problem, so I showed Armando how it felt to be sucked balls deep and to have my tongue flicking out and coating his balls while his dick filled my throat and my mouth milked his shaft. His head was still thrown back and his Spanish became faster and louder. Was he praying? Asking me to stop? It didn’t matter, I knew he was getting close as his fingers duh harder into my shoulders and his balls were no longer low hanging fruit, but were high and tight and ready to explode. One last pulsing suck and I edged Armando’s shivering dick back onto my tongue so that I would taste every drop. Armando got on his tip toes and did a little ballet step as he shot into my mouth – thick, creamy, infected cum. His nutt tasted wonderful and was like the best frosting ever! He let go of my shoulders, and I turned and sucked down Erazo’s dripping dick and gave him the same deep throat treatment while Armando recovered by eating my ass. Erazo did not disappoint either and I was startled and impressed when he shot at least twice what Armanda had. I looked at Sancho while licking my lips and he gave me a knowing nod as if to say, “I know, can you believe how much the kid shoots?” I pulled Armando up off the bed, pushed Erazo onto it, straddled Erazo doggy style and began kissing him, while Armando got behind me and with no pretense he shoved his dick up my spit slick hole making me yelp and sit almost straight up. HOLY FUCK! HIS RAW DICKFILLED ME UP!! I had expected at least a finger or some foreplay and Erazo said something to him with a look of anger on his face. Armando went to pull out, but I flung my hand back and said, “NO, please don’t pull out. I’m OK, you just surprised me that’s all. You’re a fucking big boy, so take a little to get used to. Senor, can you make sure he understands?” Sancho relayed my message and maybe added his own as Armando did small, soft, slow strokes while I leaned back over and started to lick and chew lightly on Erazo’s nipples. I don’t think he had ever had that done before as we started to buck his hips, and his hole body moved trying to run and get more at the same time. Once I felt open enough I put my hand back on Armando’s torso, he slowly stopped, I then eased off his dick, rolled off Erazo, lay on my back and pulled my legs back, making my hole wink in invitation to Armando to enter. Armando then angled himself over my ass and dropped down into my hole making me gasp in wonder and fulfillment. I smiled wide as I looked up into his eyes, put my hands on his side and pulled him back into me. He had that same cocky, shit-eating grin on his fun, so took it he was enjoying himself. Erazo was not to be left out so he got doggy style over my face and worked his dick into my mouth so that I was stuffed on both ends. I was sucking Erazo’s hard dick when Armando suddenly stopped and yanked his dick out of my ass. I pushed Erazo off to see what was wrong and Armando was looking at, holding his dick, which was leaking precum from his gaping piss slit. “What’s wrong,” I asked, “Why did you stop?” he did not answer so I turned to Sancho and asked again. Sancho asked Armando in Spanish then said to me, “He is close to cumming, but is afraid – for you. He is afraid you do not know he has AIDs, and he does not want to make you sick. It took his mother from him.” I turned to Sancho, my heart breaking a little for Armando, “Tell him it is OK, I know, and I want it. I am already POZ so he cannot hurt me. Can you make him understand?” As Sancho repeated what I said, I pulled Armando close to me, kissed the tip of his dick, looked up at him and smiled, then laid back and raised my legs again while pulling Armando back to me with my right hand. When Sancho finished, Armando still looked a little confused and unsure when he looked at me. “Por favor,” I said, “Cum in me, Si, Si, in my culo, por favor, si si. It’s OK, cum in me, please fuck me, I WANT your cum, I want your leche!” Erazo seemed to understand and said something too. Armando smiled wide, grabbed my ankles and sank his dick back in my ass. He held my legs wide as his pace picked up and he began to unload in my ass. His dick swelled and he gyrated his hips with every spurt, working his cum into my gut walls. As soon as he was done, Armando pulled out, Erazo slid in, and I motioned Armando up onto the bed so I could suck him clean. Erazo seemed to really like fucking me with a load already in my ass and he quickly flooded me with more AIDs cum as he mixed his and Armando’s into a thick, wonderful sex pudding. I sat up, licked Erazo clean, wiped my hand on Armando’s sweaty chest and smiled at them both. Yeah, this was going to be fun. I looked over and Sancho was wiping up his own load, so I would not press it, but I wanted him to fuck me to. He was sexy for an older guy. We all got dressed, went and sat back down at the table, Armando filled out glasses and we all toasted the night. Sancho said they should leave and told los chicos to go ahead and to be back here the next day first thing in the morning. They smiled, nodded and left. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” I said to Sancho, “and that it is what you hoped.” Sancho laughed and said, “Well it sure was not like what I had seen them do before and just affirms this is the right plan. You can teach them and you know, I don’t think they have ever felt what it was like to cum in someone before, or at least not being terrified while they did it and full of guilt and fear. Thank you for giving them that.” I laughed and said, “Oh it was all my pleasure for sure. I hope next time we have a chance to do this that you will hold your cum until they go. I would love to feel you cum in my ass too.” Sancho was not expecting that and just mumbled a little before getting up and leaving as well. I was still horny as hell, but also tired, so grabbed a tortilla and some rice and beans, then went and laid down on the bed to wait for Santos. I awoke facedown to someone pressing their naked body onto mine, my legs being spread, and a hard dick working its way into my cum filled ass. “Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” Stay tuned for Chapter 7: My family and life at San Pedro Sula Prison

Chapter 5 – The First Signs of Infection and Life Under the New Regime - I looked at Santos, shifted myself on the mattress and turned so that as I raised my legs and grabbed my ankles and pulled back, he had a clear view of my freshly fucked, bruised, swollen, used, and infected hole that the leader of MS-13 had just spent hours digging out and filling me up with his AIDs and infected cum. Santos dropped his cigarette on the floor, shucked his pants in a flash and was naked and inside me within seconds. As Santos buried himself as deep as he could I whispered in utter ecstasy, “Te amo, mi marido, I love you my husband,” before realizing what I had said. Santos did not miss a beat though and replied, “Te amo, mi mujer, I love you my wife”. I wrapped my arms around his muscled back and hung on as Santos bound our bodies in union through blood, cum, and his AIDs gift. Santos held me tight as he took his time stroking every inch of my shredded hole with his big uncut dick. He felt so amazing, and all I could do was whimper and murmur and beg and wish it would never end. I knew Santos was close when he raised up, grabbed my ankles, pushed my legs back and jumped deep into my hole. His eyes closed tight, the teardrop tattoo almost disappearing as he grunted and added his hot cum to my charged ass. When he was done, Santos lay down beside me, closed his eyes, and while his breathing returned to normal I ran my hand and up down his sweaty chest, and just watched him. Yeah, I did love him, and now I knew he loved me too. Having Santos call me his ‘wife’ was an honor and I knew was a term of endearment and not a slander of some sort even though I was a man. The word was not what mattered, it was the meaning and intent behind it and I was prepared to do anything to be a good mujer for Santos.After a while, Santos got up, lit a cigarette and sat in the chair. He looked tired and so I went over, rubbed his shoulders and neck and asked what was wrong. “It is time Little Papi, time to go back out there. Much has happened, and you must trust me no matter what, OK? You know how I feel, but out there – out there I will not always be able to tell you, or show you, and sometimes I may ask you to do things you may not understand. Can you handle that? You also know how much I love to watch you get fucked, and I want you to chase all the AIDs dick you want. I know that just because you may get fucked does not change how you feel about me. None of that changes what I said here. I will protect you mi mujer.” Santos stood up, kissed me long and hard, I got dressed, he unlocked the door and we were greeted by a hallway full of his armed enforcers. The prison was eerily quiet as we started to walk back to our rooms. Santos said something, and the guards in front of us took a detour and we were soon standing on a third floor walkway overlooking a large courtyard area. The courtyard below was packed with men mingling about, talking in hushed, quiet tones. Santos put his arm around my shoulder, nodded his head towards the far end of the courtyard and said, “Look and learn Little Papi.” My eyes took in the macabre scene before me. Hanging from the railings at the end of the courtyard were several bodies, bloody, and torn apart. Their faces looked serene and had not been touched at all, but their stomachs were sliced open, their guts were hanging out, and the arms and legs on some were clearly broken from the twisted angle at which they dangled. “The Burro and his co-conspirators,” Santos said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “El Capo too. The recent troubles we had all lead back to them. It seems The Burro was planning to kill Sagastume and put his own man in to run MS-13. That is why mi hermano was safe with you last night. The Crezi Kids gang was involved and some of the others, but they are gone now, their leaders now join The Burro up there. The gangbangers in those crews who were not involved have been split up between MS-13, Control Machete, and Calle 18, as well as our non-aligned gang. Those who were involved have been dealt with. Balance must be maintained in here, and now everyone has learned that once and for all.” The sadness in Santos’ voice surprised me until I realized that it must have been him and his enforcers that had been asked to carry all of this out. SHIT! I wanted to hug him, kiss him, but I knew this was not the place or time, so I just leaned into him a little and tried to show in my eyes I understood and I was there for him. The leader of MS-13 had been right when he had told me while he had been breeding me that, “Tomorrow…Will be a new day at San Pedro Sula Prison. You will learn along with everyone else and will see the type of merciless revenge and cruel retribution that MS-13 is known for.” As we walked back to our rooms I though about El Capo. No, I would not miss him, and no I didn’t feel sorry for him. When we got to our section of the prison the first floor was packed and Santos sighed as he told me to go on up and he would see me later. I got to the second floor and was pounced on by Miguel who was talking rapidly, “Did you see them? Did you hear? There was shooting, and and and, then they cut them, and The Burro tried to hide under a bed in one of the dorms, but they found him. Did you see them? The rest they tossed over the wall to the guards. Let those dogs deal with the bodies.” I really did not feel like talking about it until Miguel said, “They asked Santos to be the new El Capo, but he said no. He could have been boss, but he turned them down. Said his place was where he was. So there is no boss now, maybe later, want to go look through his stuff?” I said, “In a minute, I want to make sure no one is hurt.” I grabbed the box of medical supplies I had been gathering, and made a round to check on all of the enforcers that were around. I cleaned a few cuts, put on some fresh cloth bandages, and could tell by the lingering horror in some of their eyes that last night had taken its toll. Two of the enforcers that had fucked me before looked especially shaken so I told them I needed their help and wanted to check on things upstairs. Miguel started to come along, but I told him to stay and watch the stairs and make sure no one came up as we had to keep things safe. He puffed his chest out, assumed his duty station, and the two enforcers followed me upstairs. We did a quick round of the third floor, made sure no one was around, then I went to the supply room, grabbed a bottle of Guaro and tequila, then set a couple glasses on the table and poured the two enforcers and myself a drink. They hesitated, but then drank up. I filled their glasses again and as they drank I stood up, dropped my pants, hopped up on the table and laid back so my hole was open and waiting. Sex always makes people feel better and I figured what better way to get their minds off what had happened then some good ass? The two enforcers looked at me like I was loco, then looked at each other, then back at me and decided they were in. The first one got up, dropped his pants, and slid his dick up my ass while his buddy continued to drink and watch. “Fuck me, yeah give me that big dick, yeah fuck me,” I said. He grabbed my thighs, pulling me a little further off the table while he pounded my hole and dumped his cum deep in my ass. When he was done, my hole was stuffed by the second enforcer who did not last and quickly shot his cum, making my hole squish and ooze when he pulled out. They both smiled as I put my pants back on, patted my back, said, “Gracias!” and I grabbed both their dicks through their pants and gave them a good squeeze. Miguel was still at his post when we came down the stairs, but eyed us suspiciously as we walked by. “What were you doing up there?” Miguel asked, “I thought you were…” I interrupted him, “Everything looks the same upstairs, make sure someone guards these stairs at all times and does not let anyone up until Santos says so.” I then went back upstairs and laid back down in my room. I was not sure where to go, do I stay there, go to Santos’ room? I should have been hungry, but I was more tired and quickly fell asleep. “Little Papi, Little Papi,” the voice slowly made its way through my sleep induced fog. I came to and realized Santos was bent over me, a look of concern across his face. “Why are you here Little Papi? Luckily Miguel knew were you were, what is wrong? Why are you here?” I shook the last of the fog our of my head and said, “I’m OK, just tired I guess and fell asleep.” Santos asked again, “Why are you here? Do you want to leave?” I did not understand, but then realized maybe he thought I had somehow changed my mind about him after seeing the bodies and realizing what he had done. I reached up and pulled Santos down on top of me, his body was tense and hard. He looked in my eyes as I stroked his head and assured him, “Oh mi marido. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if it was OK to just go into your room, or if you had a room for me downstairs, or what, and was not sure about people knowing about…about us. I still love you my husband, and no, no, I don’t want to leave.” Santos’ body relaxed, he smiled, and kissed me deep filling my mouth with his spit and letting his tongue explore. “Mi mujer, I want you with me, OK? Do not worry, my men all know, how could they not? They like you too. You have taken good care of them, bandaged them up, fed them, and don’t forget you have given them some good culo!” Santos laughed a little at that, so it was clear he knew about my fuck earlier with his two enforcers. We got up off the bed and Santos said he wanted to do a quick tour of the floor. I asked what the plan was and he said, “There is a new El Capo, but he will not stay here anymore. He will come here each day to work but only on the first floor, and each night he will stay in rooms elsewhere. The gang leaders have decided we need to keep him a little afraid. This floor will be for us – the leaders have agreed. You and I will make our new room back there, the big one with the windows beside the other bathroom. Have Miguel and any of the bangers you need help you set it up and tell Miguel he can now have a room on the second floor. We will use this area as before, a place to eat, have meetings, or fuck, for us and my enforcers. Would you mind cooking for them sometimes? You know the food they get from the prison is often shit, only good for pigs, so a good meal with us sometimes I know they would like. We will use El Capo’s old bedroom for our guests, I have some others I need you to meet, that is if you want some more dick?” I laughed and said, “You know I am AIDs slut marido, bring it on!” The next several days were busy as I made our new bedroom and expanded prison home the best I could, had Santos’ things moved up, and even helped set Miguel up in his new room. He was so excited and had never had his own room before and had just slept in whatever corner he found. True it was not really a room, just a closet big enough for a little mattress and a box at the back of the large dorm room where several of the enforcers slept, but to him it was the best. I established a daily routine of caring for Santos and his enforcers. Miguel was able to get me a regular supply of fresh eggs, so breakfast became the meal that everyone came to expect and enjoy, and I was happy to cook and play host for Santos and his men. There was still tension in the prison from the recent regime change, but there had been no fights or violence, yet I still worried about Santos each time he walked down the stairs. It was only at night as I lay in bed with Santos, that the worry went away. Saturday morning was bright and sunny, breakfast had just wrapped up and I was in the kitchen cleaning up when Santos came in, wrapped his arms around me, kissed my neck and said, “Little Papi, tonight we will have a special guest. OK? Send Miguel out for something special, candy or something, and I will send some of my gangbangers out to get something special to drink. Make sure your ass is ready as I plan to watch you take some good polla!” I spent the day getting things ready and was horned up and excited and was hoping it would be the leader of MS-13 again as he had an amazing dick! It was later then I expected when I heard Santos’ voice as he began to walk up the stairs. I had on a new white, Nike t-shirt and a pair of jeans, the table was set with glasses, assorted liquor, and the candies Miguel had found at the Mercado, along with several cigarette packs. I saw Santos first, who was followed by a man who was about 40, shorter then me, longer black hair, who was wearing a long sleeved plaid shirt and black pants. They came to the table and Santos said, “This is David, the leader of Calle 18.” I shook his head and must have had a look of surprise on my face as David laughed and said, “I know, hardly a typical Honduran name, but my mother loved the nuns and the church, and when an old midwife told her that her son would grow up to be a king, she figured that David fit since he was King of the Jews. Little did she know I would be king of a bunch of bangers!” Santos and David both sat down, I filled their glasses, and they proceeded to chat and drink and relax. I was not quite sure what I was supposed to do, so I just sat beside Santos and tried to anticipate what they might want or need. After about an hour David got up to use the bathroom. Santos pushed his chair back, pulled it away from the table several feet, pulled his pants down, sat back down and said, “Get undressed and suck me.” I glanced at the bathroom, then Santos, and did what he asked. I was nursing Santos’ dick when I heard David walk out of the bathroom. “You see mi hermano, I told you I had a nice surprise for you. His culo is tight and fresh and has not been fucked in days, and I think you will enjoy. Do not worry, no one else is here and we will not be interrupted. I know your wife and beautiful children, but we are friends and what is wrong with a little fun? We live a hard life you and I, so I wanted to share this with you.” I could not see David’s face and he did not respond, but he was soon rubbing a hand around my ass, feeling each cheek. “Go on mi hermano, stick your finger in there, feel how tight and how good that feels, doesn’t that feel good?” Santos said. David slid a finger into my dry hole. I was not sure he had ever fucked ass before, but he then spit on his hand and worked his fingers back up my ass while I continued to suck Santos. Santos then pushed my head back and stood up, “Here, let him stand up and bend over, then you can really enjoy it.” I bent over, held onto the chair as Santos grabbed a seat, lit up a cigarette, and watched as David worked his hard dick into my raw ass. He was not as big as Santos, maybe about 9 inches and not very thick, and he seemed hesitant. Once he was in though he started to moan and I knew he enjoyed it, especially when I clenched my ass on the outstroke. I could see Santos stroking his dick while he watched us, and that made me horny as hell. David fucked me at a slow and steady pace for several minutes and then said something in Spanish I did not understand. His hands gripped my sides as he tensed and shot his load in my ass. I did not know if he was infected or not, but any cum was good cum. When he was done he pulled out, grabbed a napkin off the table, wiped his dick off, and sat back down. Santos pulled up his chair, I got dressed and sat back down, and they resumed their conversation like nothing had happened. When David got ready to leave he shook my hand, held it and squeezed it tight and said, “I look forward to seeing you again.” My ass was still wet with his load when I replied, “I would like that. Anytime you want to visit, you are always welcome here.” I asked Santos if I did OK and he assured me I did better than OK, and that it was important for him to build a personal relationship with the gang leaders and that now I was an important part of that. The cum pig in me came out when I asked, “So when do I get to be fucked by the leader of Control Machete? I hope he has a nice dick!” Santos laughed, pushed me to the bedroom, and did not answer me as he gave me two more loads before we finally fell asleep, safe and content. I guess it was a couple days later when it was time to get up to make breakfast and I just could not move. Finally Miguel came into our room looking for me and shook me awake. My head was pounding, I felt hot, my body ached and the second I tried to get out of bed I felt wicked nauseous. What was wrong? Miguel looked at me, touched my forehead, swore, pushed me back onto the bed and said, “I’ll be right back.” He soon returned with Santos who sent Miguel out of the room. Santos sat on the edge of the bed and asked me how I felt, he put his hand on my forehead, then he put his right hand on my left cheek, turned my head to face him and said, “My Little Papi is mine forever now,” as a big smile spread across his face. I didn’t understand and Santos said, “I think you now have my AIDs Little Papi, mi mujer. I am always inside you now, always with you, and the sicker you get the more infected we know you will be.” This was sinking in as Santos stood up, got undressed, crawled onto the bed, raised my legs, spit on my hole, and pushed his dick in. Santos leaned down over me and whispered, “You are mine Little Papi. I know you don’t feel well and it will get worse, much much worse. I also know you may not feel like having sex right now, but this is not about what you want, no mi mujer. This is what I want. I want you to have more AIDs dick, and there is not better time then when you are sick. So I am going to make sure you get fucked as much as possible while you are sick and do not worry if it gets dirty, the bathroom is next door, and what is important is taking their cum. Dime lo que queires – tell me what you want Little Papi. You want my AIDs forever don’t you mi mujer? You going to be my AIDs mujer? OH FUCK PAPI….” Stay tuned for Chapter 6: Full on Infection and Control Machete Shows me What They Got

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

[Above: A picture of me in March 2013, immediately after taking a raw load deep in my pozzed-up cumhole.] I wasn't always a cumpig. Throughout my 20s, I was extremely careful to use condoms all the time, even in committed relationships. But when I was about 25, I discovered bareback porn, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen: these guys freely gave up their asses to raw tops, BEGGING for loads, celebrating cum instead of fearing it. Bareback porn felt dangerous and intense and exactly right. Soon enough, I was on the local phone chatline, talking to guys who told me all about the world of poz pigs: bugchasers, giftgivers, conversion parties. I began posting profiles on bareback hookup sites, but only as a top -- that was my compromise, my attempt to play with fire from a safe distance. But every time I had my raw dick buried in a jockpig's beautiful wide-open boybutt, I'd see the blissed-out look on his face, his muscular legs spread wide to reveal his hungry faggot cumhole. And after pounding his guts full of my DNA, I'd feel that total sense of connection as I pulled my cum-covered cock from his hole, tiny strings of jizz connecting my raw dick with his pulsing, hungry, dripping cunt. Of course, I wasn't content to live vicariously through those bottom pigs. I wanted to BE them. I finally began living the life of an unapologetic bareback pig in 2007 -- the same weekend I moved to San Francisco. It was mid-July and I was looking for a hookup online. I found a hot couple (one top, one vers); the top wanted to watch his boyfriend take raw dick. I volunteered and headed their way. When I arrived, I was happy to see that they were even hotter than their pictures. Both were in their 30s; the top, Jake, had a square jaw, wolfish eyes, and a tuft of chest hair sticking out from the neck of his T-shirt. His boyfriend, Trey, was a few years younger, clean-shaven and very preppy-looking. It was clear from their tight T-shirts that they had some seriously hot bodies under their clothes. I sat down on their couch, all of us still fully dressed. After a little bit of small talk, there was an awkward pause. Then Jake said to me, "So -- do you party?" I shook my head. "No, I've never done that." He glanced over at Trey, then back at me. "Well -- would you like to try it?" "It's no big deal either way," Trey said to me, doing his best to be as nonchalant as possible. "This stuff just makes you feel a little more horny, that's all." I shrugged. "Sure, I guess," I said. Jake flashed a little half-smile, then grabbed a pipe from a desk drawer. He put the pipe up to my lips, lit it, and told me to wait until his command. Then, when smoke began emerging from the top of the pipe, he told me to begin inhaling slowly. It was a very big hit -- he had me inhaling for a long time, and the cloud that came out of my mouth was thick and solid white -- but he registered disappointment. "That wasn't a very big one," he said. "Let's try one more." Then another. All three hits were administered under the pretense that they were too tiny to be effective. But after that third hit, I sat back, rubbed my crotch, and immediately began squirming on the sofa, feeling a strange, restless need to be naked and feel Jake's muscular, hairy body rubbing up against mine. Jake was watching me closely, nodding while he growled under his breath. "You can take your clothes off, Ben," he said, smiling that half-smile again. "Just get naked. Show off for me. You feeling good?" [Above: A picture of me taken immediately after returning from a hotel party, where I took two loads in my pighole.] I nodded. In fact, I had NEVER felt so good. As I took off my shirt and pants, Jake pulled his dick out of his pants and picked up the pipe again. His 8.5" cock was the perfect instrument for pounding another man into submission -- fat, slightly curved upward, with a mushroom head that was already dripping precum. This amazing tool, hard and glistening, bounced up and down as Jake hit the pipe. He blew the smoke into my mouth, then began running his hands all over my body. "How do your nips feel?" he asked. "They're tingling," I said. He laughed. "Yeah, they sometimes do that when you're fucked up. And how does this feel?" He ran his fingers lightly between my balls and my hole, causing me to gasp. No man's touch had ever felt this amazing. My legs immediately spread to give him easier access to a spot I never knew existed. Jake grinned again. "Nice, Ben. You ever get fucked?" "Sometimes," I said between shivering breaths, his fingers still brushing against my perineum. "Not often." "Well, you certainly look like you're in the mood for some dick," he said. "Do you want my dick inside you?" I answered with a nod. "No," he said, "Nodding isn't good enough. I asked if you wanted my dick inside you. I need to hear what you want." "I want your dick inside me," I said. "Good boy," he replied. Then a pause. "You read our profile, so you must be aware that we only fuck raw," he continued. "Did you know that?" I nodded. "I need to hear it," he said. "I know you only fuck raw." "And once I'm inside this sweet little fuckhole, I will not pull out. Period. Do you understand?" "I understand." Another pause as he continued to brush his fingers around the perimeter of my hole, my legs stretching further and further back as the Tina gave me a hunger for sex like I'd never known. "Now, unless I'm mistaken, I think your profile said that you're negative," he said. "Is that true?" A long pause. I didn't want to answer, because I was afraid that if I told him the truth, he might send me home out of concern for my health. But something about the situation -- his seductive tone, his dripping dick, his half-smile -- told me that I could be honest. "Yes, it's true," I said. "I was tested last week, and I'm still negative." "So you must be aware that the two of us are positive. Right?" "Yeah, I know you're poz." "And you still want me to fuck you?" I couldn't answer at first. All I could feel were those fingers teasing my partied-up fuckhole. "Yes," I finally said. "I still want you to fuck me." "Raw." "Yes, raw." "With our poz cocks, our poz precum, our toxic seed?" "Yes, poz." He grabbed both sides of my head, and drew me close to him so that we were looking directly into each others' eyes. "Tell me what you want, Ben. I know you've been keeping this a secret for a long time, but your secret's safe with me. And you can't get what you want until you tell me exactly what you're craving right now." "Poz seed," I choked out. I couldn't believe I was saying this, and yet I'd never been so turned on in my life. "You want poz seed blasted inside this sweet little neg fuckhole?" "Yes." "Good boy. Repeat after me: 'Please poz me, Jake.'" "Please poz me, Jake." "Louder, boy." "PLEASE POZ ME, JAKE." "Good. I'm so proud of you, Ben." He slapped my ass. "Now I think you need to go jump in the shower. You know what you're about to become? You're about to become a true bottom. Do you know what that means?" "No." "A true bottom," he said, "doesn't let fear get in the way of his top's dick. A true bottom freely surrenders his hungry fuckhole, spreads it wide for the man splitting him in half. Poz or neg, it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is for the bottom to serve his top man like a good bottom should. It's all about embracing your role as a hot, muscular, hungry jockhole, existing solely to please pig tops. Is that what you want to be -- a true bottom? A bottom pig?" "Yes, please. Please make me a true bottom." At that moment, I saw his fat dick twitch, then ooze a heavy stream of precum onto the floor. Jake's half-smile was now a wide-open, evil grin. "Go shower up, boy," he said. "I can't wait to blast your insides full of my poz seed." MORE SOON...

I was a service man installing, maintaining and repairing commercial HVAC equipment but my boss asked me to do a shopping mall Santa gig for a few Decembers because I was fat, even though I had been poz for half a dozen years thanks to a tough regimen of diet and drug cocktails. At fifty I was still in good shape and could still enjoy sex which was perfect because I'm a Top, even now, at the age of 71, I like to get sucked off and fuck any ass my dick could get hard enough to enter. I didnt fuck too well with condoms so I seldom used them. I fucked poz guys and occasionally had the delight of pumping my pozz jizz up an HIV-virgin ass which gave my dick double the orgasm great feeling of fucking a poz guy or some of the fucks before I tested poz. My doctor had told me that even on my regimen of meds I needed to use condoms because I would still infect bottoms up their asses. I was average height and weighed around 275. I looked like most other masculine blue collar working men my age. Few knew that was gay and fewer knew that I'd just as soon fuck a guy or have him blow me as look at him. My nearly seven-inch cut dick had made many bottoms and versatiles happy. Some had cummed just from getting fucked by me. One December I was paired with a cute little twenty-one-year-old guy with collar-length blond hair named Roger. He looked and acted like any other young adult but as the first couple of nights passed I figured out he was as gay as I am but mostly a bottom. By the time we got to the locker room each night after shutting down the throne area the mall was closed so only employees were there closing up shop for the night, finishing the day's paperwork, cleaning up, etc. Only the janitors and night security guards made an occasional visit to the locker room and the ones that winter were gay or bi. "You like chubbys?" I asked him on the third night as we shucked our outfits in the employees mens locker room when I caught him admiring me. "I'm a 'chaser!" he gushed. "You can suck my cock if you like." I replied as I turned to face him. Being the fairy in heat he was he dropped to his knees sucking my cock into his mouth, his head beneath my beer gut. He gave my cut meat excellent head while humming in delight, swallowed my load, sucked off of my cock and kissed it and my balls. My dick felt good in his mouth and he said I shot a nice load which he enjoyed swallowing. I knew I needed to poz his ass if he hadnt been pozzed yet. That night near morning my morning piss hardon throbbed so I had to masturbate to get it to soften enough to take a piss. I had dreamed I was ready to knock off a piece of Roger and was just entering him to give him a golden enema when I awoke. The gig was for three weeks so I decided to save his ass for sometime during the last week so he wouldnt get the "AIDS flu" before it ended. The last week finally came. I had been letting him suck my cock and orally service my feet every two or three days and had squatted on his face to let him rim me a couple of times. "We're going to a motel for the anal." I told him, because anal is more involved and harder to stop and get in order should anyone walk into the locker room. I was horny as hell and was thinking of the extacy of fucking Roger and infecting him with my poz sperms and how utterly fantastic my dick would feel when I shot them off inside him. We drove to the cheap hourly motel that also catered to whores and johns, parked and got a room. Once the door was locked behind us I started with us stripping. We had already seen each other nude so there wasnt any need to explore or do any other pre-foreplay. He sucked my semi-hard dick to full hardness and lay on his stomach on the bed. "Put a pillow under your crotch, need to raise your ass alittle." I ordered him. He obeyed and spread his legs while I finished greasing-up my loggerhead. I spat on his asshole, mounted him, lined up my shot and entered him as he flinched a little. "You keep your hole nice and tight. I like that." I told him after hilting myself in his snug warm hole. I fucked him good, varying my tempo and stroke. I wanted to wear his hole out and rough it up inside good so my HIV would enter his bloodstream easier and quicker. I sometimes fucked slowly, sometimes slammed it with fat-shaking snaps of my hips which also put some pain to him. Had he been a virgin he'd have been beside himself in pain and I'd be doing my best to hold him in place under me so I could get the piece of his ass he owed me. As it was, his virginity was lost history and he liked taking a good fucking. After ten minutes or so I was satisfied I'd tore him up inside enough to facilitate passage of my virus into his system. Four years before I'd fucked one neg hole taking it easy and later found out I failed to knock that asshole up. Since then I either rammed a finger up the bottoms' asses to cut their rectums with a fingernail or worked my dick at various angles and thrusts while the lube dried up in their holes to get them ready to take my virus. I pulled my dick almost all the way out to check for blood on it. There was some so I was satisfied I'd pozz him. I slammed it home and piston-thrust-fucked him to orgasm. My dick was in seventh heaven when I blasted my dangerous virus-laden cum deep into him. I was beside myself in rapture and how absolutely great my dick felt with each spurt of my charged cum in his torn rectum. Thinking of how he would feel within the next month added to my sense of conquest and orgasmic enjoyment as I thrust again and again to pump every last disease-carrying sperm cell into that punk. I liked the respect and friendliness Roger showed me but I also loved how great my dick felt infecting him with my poison cum, that I was the stud who would change his life forever by taking my pleasure in him because he was foolish and neglectful enough to think I was neg and not bother to ask my status. I kept thrusting to grind my HIV-laden sperm cells through his rectal walls into his bloodstream, partly because my dick still felt great with each thrust as well as how great I felt infecting him by enjoying fucking him. A few minutes later I rested on his back, my dick still mostly hard inside his ass, occasionally thrusting in it. I decided I'd reload and fuck him again. I used to reload in half an hour when I was Roger's age but at fifty it took just over an hour to reload and come again. Roger was able to take my weight on his back for the entire hour. I took a short nap of maybe half an hour after we shot the shit and traded first time stories and then talked again when I woke up. The hour passed and my dick was still just hard enough to remain in his ass. I began taking very short strokes to re-harden it and slowly increased my stroke until I was fully hard. I then fucked him, mainly varying my stroke and tempo in order to nut since I usually take longer to bust a second nut. I got my urge after about fifteen to twenty minutes of fucking, fucked him into the bed, slowed alittle and pumped a nice feeling second orgasm of infected semen into him. My second orgasm felt just about as great as my first one. As before, I thrust until I was spent and rested again. I could tell Roger was uncomfortable after nearly two hours under my meaty weight. I pulled out of him, dismounted, stood beside the bed and waited for him to get his fucked ass up and suck my dick clean. He got up and seemed to feel in pain, partly from being under me but also in his ass. I smiled to myself as he knelt and took my spent weapon in his mouth and sucked on it for awhile. He sucked off of it leaving it clean and dry, as several men he had serviced had taught him to do. He kissed it and my balls like they were his lover on a date and stood up. "Merry Christmas Roger. Hope you enjoy the gift." I said joyfully. He thanked me and went to the bathroom to take a piss and I could see very little cum with just a tinge of blood leaking out of his hole. I wanted to also give him a drink of warm beer on tap or give his face a golden shower but he wasnt into that. I started getting dressed and he began getting dressed after pissing. I told him he was a good piece of ass I enjoyed fucking but didnt mention how much I enjoyed pumping my HIV into him. He told me how great getting fucked by me was and that he wished he knew more masculine older fat men. The rest of that last week saw me taking him to the motel two more times to enjoy fucking him some more. The gig then ended with us hugging nude in the locker room showers, him blowing me in the shower, us hugging again, getting dressed, hugging and going home, him to his place where he still lived with his parents and me to my apartment. We did keep in touch mainly because he had his regular job in a store in town. One day after work when I made a weekly stop to pick up something for a couple of bucks I saw he wasnt there. I asked about him and another clerk said he was sick with a bad flu. I told the clerk to wish him well as I took my change and receipt. I stopped in successive weeks and saw him a month and a half later. He looked tired and not too happy. I asked him if he saw a doctor. He said he did, was tested and how he cried when the doctor said he had the HIV. My dick sprang to attention in my work pants which were fortunately loose enough to hide it. I wished him the best of luck with his new regimen but never told him I was the stud who'd knocked him up. Once I got home I went into the bathroom, dropped my pants and masturbated my rock-hard weapon, shooting a load of poz cum into the bathroom sink. I then got a beer out of the fridge and celebrated another penis-pleasing conquest. A couple of my poz buddies who were around my age and I usually went to a bar once a week to discuss sex and if any of us pozzed someone during the week. One of them had also pozzed someone so we three toasted our success. Tom said his orgasm in a forty year old felt "mighty fine" and that his dick got hard when he found out he'd infected the guy. Tony, a versatile I had pozzed a few years before, sucked Tom and me off and kissed our cocks and balls to reward us for jobs well done.

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

First Day. I could tell something was bothering Toby as we sat in a crowded gay bar after work. "Are you okay, Toby?" "Yes, I am just tired and horny." "Well, you are always horny so that's nothing new. Well, if you want we can go home after I use the bathroom." I told him as I stood to walk over to the bathroom. Toby told me he has to pee as well and got up from the sofa and I saw part of his problem right in front of pants as he was rock hard and made a huge tent. I laughed as we both walked to the bathroom. The bathroom had one of those long open urinal and as Toby and I pissed next to each other, I was surprised to see Toby's big white cock pissing while he stayed hard. I mentioned that I couldn't piss while I am hard. He told me that he could piss while he's hard and that's why he loves to piss in an ass while he's fucking. Then he put his hand inside of my pants and started to push his finger into my hole. He was clearly super horny tonight and he was acting a bit more aggressive and for some reason I was starting to get horny as well. Finally I pushed him off and told him he should behave. As we left the bar, he told me we were stopping by at his friend's apt. before we head home. As we got to the building, he told me the truth that he's high on some drug and this was his dealer's apt before walking up the stairs. He wanted to make sure I won't be surprised and somehow offend his dealer with my reaction. The apartment was completely dark as a huge old black man with just sweat shorts opened the door. Toby told me to wait in the living room and went down the hall to a bedroom. As I sat down on the sofa, I saw the porn playing in a huge TV, the only light in the living room. It was a close up of a huge black cock fucking a white ass. I was getting mesmerized by the porn. I was about to readjust my hard on in a stranger's apartment when I saw a door to the bathroom open and appeared a young black boy completely naked and still wet from the shower. He saw my fixation with the porn and asked me, "Do you want to see that cock in person? " He walked over to me and I saw it was his cock I was watching on the screen and in person right in front of me. He stood over me and observed my reaction to the vision of his cock up close. I wanted to taste and feel every inches of it deep down in my throat but I also didn't want to appear too slutty. He told me to hand him the pipe from the coffee table and as I handed it to him, he told me to look up at his eyes until he says to look else where. While he and I stared into each other's eyes, he asked me if I smoked T before and I shook my head. He told me to wrap my lips on the glass pipe and inhale deep and long and hold it in til he tells me to let it out. As he held the pipe to me and lit it, I did as he told me to. Without losing my eye contact with him. When I couldn't hold it any more, he covered my lips with his, tightly and we pushed the smoke back and forth til we were breathing hard with lack of Oxygen. It was so intense as if his inside and my inside were becoming connected through our mouth. We repeated this few times and my body started to feel so hungry for touch or any stimulation yet I didn't touch myself or my body as I desired him to touch and feel me. This young black boy that I didn't know anything was hypnotizing my mind with his beautiful cock and drugs. He held the pipe to my lips again and told me to exhale as he pushes his cock into my mouth. As I exhaled thick white smoke, he jammed his cock so hard and so fast that made me feel a little fear and closed my throat on his cock. I started to choke. He told me to stop struggling and try again. After few more smokes, my mind was lost in lust. It was his balls bouncing on my chin that brought me back to reality. He helped me stay down with his hands behind my head. I could feel spit leaking around his cock down my chin. I stuck my tongue out and licked whatever I could reach of his balls with my tongue. His balls were so big and so low that I couldn't reach them so I just tongue bathed his ball sacs. His hands started to touch me roughly and his words became dirty. And I was starting to feel love for this boy. He slapped me really hard that my eyes teared up. But I even loved the pain that he gave me. He told me to look at the TV and now my face was on it with his cock buried deep in my mouth. He told me that we were taking a trip to the bedroom to see our friends while we keep his cock in my mouth. He slowly walked back as I crawled on my knees keeping pace with him. Finally we reached the door and he pushed it open and Toby was doing the same thing as me with his dealer. He led me to the bed and lifted me to put me on my back. When his cock left my mouth, I licked my lips with disappointment. He told me not to move and I held my self as best I could. I even held my breath I think. Toby sat by my side and started to tie a band around my arm. Soon I saw someone holding a needle close to me. I feared the needles so I closed my eyes and turned my head the other way and let them give me shot. At the same time, lube and some powder stuff were being pushed into me making me feel sharp burn. I bit my lips and didn't fight the pain. But as I felt the tip of a big hard cock at my hole's entrance, I started to moan, shiver and whimper with pleasure. Gradually my hole opened and welcomed this cock until felt his balls resting at the opening. Then I held on to his cock tightly with my hole muscle. He told me to relax and slapped me few times as he started to move his cock in and out of me slowly picking up the speed and power. it felt like heaven to be filled by him and pumped by him. Then he stopped while he was deep inside and held it there as he got a shot on his arms as well. Then he started to pound me harder. He was grunting and humping. Both Toby and the dealer watched us for a bit. In the middle of my heavenly fucking from this young man, Toby gave me a kiss and disappeared. When the dealer returned, they were talking about someone probably Toby. "That bitch just traded his friend for some drug and my piss in his ass." "Piss in the ass, damn that's nasty. Which reminds me." The young black man held his cock still and started to fill me with hot liquid with powerful jet stream that I felt it hit the walls of my inside. He also gave me so much that my flat tummy started to bulge out to accommodate him. The dealer so this from his angle and zoomed in the camera on my stomach. That nameless young black man left his cock inside my hole for almost a day filling me up over and over with his cum and piss. That was my first day of Christmas this year with a 12 inches of cock.

San Pedro Sula Prison: A Bug Chaser's Dream - Chapter 1 - Dear Cousin – It has been 19 months, 21 days as far as I can tell since I was last able to contact you. I am not sure if you will get this or not, but I wanted to try and had these letters/my diary smuggled out in a Pringles can, with a promise that it would be mailed. I just wanted you to know I was alive and well, but please do not tell anyone in the family or the authorities! If you do, my life would be at risk and I would be killed as well as the man I love and my new family. I have always told you and Dale how much I admired your relationship and that I hoped to find that for myself someday, a man who truly loves me, and I have!! Although not in the way I would have ever imagined. You have always enjoyed the stories of my sexual escapades, so am sure you will find much in here to enjoy as well. Take care, all my best, and I will be in touch again if I can and someday, maybe someday, if all works as planned, you will see me again and my new man. Love – Your Cousin I needed a break. Work and life had become too much and I just went through a bad breakup. My boyfriend had caught me looking at some websites about barebacking and HIV fetish/bug chasing and also found some of my letters to you Cousin where I talked about the fantasy and asked if you and Dale fucked each other raw and he freaked. He accused me of cheating, of risking his health, of being stupid, and more. No matter how much I tried to explain it was just curiosity, he would not believe me, and so we went our separate ways. While I had not cheated or ever barebacked, that was the truth, but my interest was more than curiosity. I was fascinated and jerked off every day thinking about my boyfriend fucking me raw, or some stranger infecting me, and felt that we were missing out on an important connection in our relationship. So, I planned a vacation to San Pedro Sula, Honduras, the second largest city in the country and about a 3-hour drive from Copan, a Mayan site I had read about and wanted to visit. The heat was the first thing I noticed when I got off the plane as it is always 80-90 degrees here and I came in May, the hottest month of the year. The taxi from the airport had no air conditioning so I was happy to get to my room at the Hilton Princess hotel and relax a bit. As soon as I checked in I approached the concierge whose name tag said HUMBERTO, he was about 50 and I told him I would like to go see the city if he could find me a taxi that I could hire for the afternoon as I wanted to do several stops. Then I quietly tried to ask him about any gay bars, including a dance bar I found online called Spot. I was not sure he understood that part although he spoke pretty good English, so thanked him, gave him a nice tip, went to my room and two hours later he called, said he had a driver for me, and so I went to the lobby. Humberto was now in his street clothes and met me by the elevator. I asked, “Where do I find the taxi?” He shook my hand and said, “No, no taxi, I will drive you, anyplace you want to go, $50 U.S., ok?” Sounded like a good plan to me and made me feel safer since he worked at the hotel. We hopped into his car and he took me to the Central Park, drove me around the city, told me a bit about the history as the city was founded in 1536, took me to the Guamilito Market, then to the Circunvalacion – the night district – for dinner where I invited him to join me. Once I finished dinner I figured it was now or never, so I asked him again about gay bars and Spot. “You like men?” Humberto asked with a lecherous smile, “Yes, well that place is OK, but very crowded and mostly, hmm how you say, children. Young ones. I know a better place for you I think.” I watched the city go by as he drove me to our next destination. Humberto parked, told me to follow him, and we then walked about a block and half to a nondescript door and entered. The bar was bigger than I expected and fairly crowded with a nice mix of men. “This is where the local men go,” Humberto said, “Better for you, no?” as he rubbed his crotch and laughed. I laughed too, we sat at the bar and Humberto ordered us both drinks – Guaro. I always drank beer and very rarely drank liquor, so was soon feeling good and buzzed, and wicked horny. Being surrounded by all those men, in a foreign place, wanting to be fucked so bad, made my dick hard. It did not help that several guys were getting pretty hot and heavy at a few of the tables and there was a pretty constant stream of guys going in and out of a back door that had a curtain over it. I assumed it was where the bathrooms were, but some of the guys were coming back out with clear hardons, so I assumed something more was going on. Humberto and I were joined by a couple of his friends including a guy who was about 23, clean shaven, wavy black hair, and hot as fuck! His name was Ernesto and it was clear he was as interested in me as I was in him and I soon found myself following him back through the curtained door. There was a short hallway with a bathroom with no door on either side. A few steps along the hall opened into a large backroom with a couple of couches, a few chairs, and several guys in the midst of various sex acts. Ernesto’s long, uncut dick was soon out and in my mouth. He tasted like he had not showered all day and I loved the smell and taste of his funk! I ran my tongue around his foreskin, savoring his musk as his dick responded, swelled, and got hard and throbbing. While I sucked him, one of the other men in the room came over and stuck his dick in my face, jacking it hard, as he and Ernesto chatted in Spanish. I did not know what they were saying and did not care as I continued sucking. Ernesto stood me up, had me bend over and as he began licking at my ass and making me moan, his friend came around and fed me his dick. He was not as big as Ernesto, but was uncut too and tasted even better as his dick was coated and slick with precum. He was close. I had not swallowed a load in years since before my ex and I had gotten together and had only ever played safe, even with oral sex. The thought of it made me hot and horny, and scared. No, I couldn’t, so I kind of pushed him away, shook my head, as he mumbled and went back and said something to Ernesto. Ernesto stopped eating my ass, stood up, and I felt his dripping dick begin sliding up and down my ass crack. I looked back and saw his friend was standing beside him, watching and jerking his dick hard. God that felt good. I wanted to get fucked so bad. “Please use a condom,” I said. “Si, condom,” Ernesto replied. He continued rubbing his dick in my ass crack as he got harder and harder. I suddenly felt a hot, wet splatter on my ass crack and left cheek. I turned and saw that Ernesto’s friend was jacking super fast and hard and shooting his load onto my ass. I started to stand up just as Ernesto’s dick forced itself into outer ring. “NO – DON’T FUCK ME RAW – YOU NEED A CONDOM!” I cried out. I tried stepping away from his dick but Ernesto was holding my hips hard and I was not able to move as he continued to use his buddy’s cum as lube to fuck me. The Guaro, mixed with my fascination with bareback sex, and the amazing feeling of his raw dick in my ass quickly eliminated all resistance in my mind to what was happening. “Si, condom”, Ernesto said again as his pushed deeper into my ass. I could not believe how amazing his dick felt! Taking a dick raw was better than I had imagined. The heat from his dick against my skin, the friction, being able to feel his head, his shaft, holy fuck it was unbelievable!! I arched my back, pushed my ass back, and begged Ernesto to fuck me. Ernesto picked up his pace, started speaking Spanish really fast, and I then felt him cum in my ass. MY FIRST LOAD OF CUM!!! I was surprised that I could actually feel it. I felt every spurt, every hot drop, and was so lost in that I barely noticed when he started to slide out of my ass. Ernesto pulled up his pants, smiled, said, “Gracias,” and then waited for me to pull my pants up and follow him back out to the bar where he said goodbye and left. Humberto gave me a knowing smile as he handed me a fresh Guaro drink and said, “Good place, no? I knew you would like it here.” I could barely speak as my mind replayed over and over what had just happened. It was not long before I found myself following another of Humerto’s friends into the back and was begging for him to cum in me. I wanted to feel raw dick again and more hot cum. I had never felt anything like that. I was a bit drunk by this point so ended up lying on the arm of the couch to keep myself steady. He shot his load and as he pulled out, a stream of fresh cum began running down my leg. I did not care, I just wanted to bred again and stayed in position with my ass up and freshly lubed with cum for more dick. I did not have to wait as my hole was soon filled with more dick intent on breeding me. I took two more loads before Humberto came back and found me. “Time we should go. Grande goma for you tomorrow. Come on,” he said. Humberto helped me stand, get my pants up, then steered me as I stumbled to his car. My body was drunk, but my mind seemed so clear. I was angry for what my ex had denied me for so long, and ecstatic at what had just happened. We arrived back at the Hilton and Humberto took me in a back door and helped me up to my room. I plopped onto the bed as he undressed me and through my drunk fog realized Humberto was rubbing my ass. He was not really my type, but I wanted more cum, so I started wiggling my ass and moaning to invite him in as he fingered my cum filled hole. “Suck my polla, suck my dick, Humberto said as he pulled his finger out and I rolled over. I was surprised how big his dick was! Damn! I greedily got on my knees and scooted forward so I could suck him deep, giving myself a little carpet burn in the process. Humberto’s uncut dick was a good 10 inches and very thick and while Ernesto smelled and tasted musky, Humberto’s dick was ripe and sour. It drew me in like ants to a picnic as I sniffed, licked, and sucked him. My knees ached, so I stood up, plopped onto the bed on my back, grabbed my ankles and begged, “Please fuck me, come on man, I want your cum, PLEASE!!” “Hmm, such a pretty culo. That ass got much leche, umm cum tonight, no? You want me to wear this,” Humberto said as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and waved it at me. I had a second where a warning flashed through my mind about safe sex, but I knew what I wanted, no what I needed. “NO – NO CONDOM!” I said as I fingered my ass a little and let some of the cum dribble out. I wanted it now, so Humberto got undressed, stroked his dick a few times, and once he was nice and hard and leaned forward and entered my wet ass. Raw dick was the best thing ever!!! I didn’t care what Humberto looked like, he had a huge nice dick and he was fucking me bareback. He was bigger than anyone else I had taken that night, so it hurt a bit, but in a good way, and as I jacked my dick my ass relaxed, and Humberto was soon balls deep and pushing all the cum I had taken earlier further and further up my ass. Humberto fucked me for quite awhile. My legs were cramping and I was almost ready to ask him to stop when he tensed, picked up the pace and unloaded in me. I did not feel him cum, but knew it was a big load as cum started running out of my hole with every thrust. Humberto pulled his dripping dick from my ass, and sighed as I got back on my knees and licked him clean. The taste of the cum was unexpected and was kind of rank, but I wanted it all. As I licked his shaft I noticed some streaks of red – blood – and realized he had torn me up a little when he fucked. Right then I didn’t care and just kept cleaning him off. I finished and Humberto said, “Copan, I know a good way to go. I can take you tomorrow if you like? Say $200 U.S.? Yes? I will be here at 9:00, pack everything and check out and when we get back I will have my friends at the front desk upgrade your room, Yes?” I mumbled yes and collapsed onto the bed as Humberto left. The prediction was right, I had a wicked goma, or hangover the next morning, but the strong coffee and big breakfast helped. It was not until I was on my second cup of coffee that I thought about the risks I had taken last night. Had those guys been clean? What about HIV? What about other diseases? I felt a bit guilty and unsure, but as soon as I focused on how good the raw dick and cum felt in me that all disappeared and I was overcome with the need for more. Humberto was true to his word, was there at 9:00 and helped me with my bags and soon we were off to Copan. The ruins were amazing and we even found a spot where I bent over and took a thick load from Humberto. For an older guy he was a great fuck and the excitement of being fucked raw, outdoors, added to the intensity. It was late in the day before we started back and Humberto said he wanted to take a different route. I didn’t care and just sat back to enjoy the ride. As we got back to the city Humberto slowed the car, and pulled over. We stopped in front of a cinder block building that had a couple military/police looking trucks parked in front. Humberto stopped the car and said, “Wait here, I just need to see somebody.” I nodded and slumped in the car seat and closed my eyes. It had been a long day and I was still feeling last night’s fun. I was suddenly awakened by someone pounding on the car window and shining a flashlight into my eyes. I came awake as they opened the door and as I got out of the car and my eyes adjusted saw the man who had awakened me was in some sort of uniform. Looked like police. He ushered me through a metal grill door, through a couple rooms, and into a room where Humberto was standing speaking to a man behind a desk. The man behind the desk smiled and said, “So, you are the tragaleche, the fresa? Hmm,” and then started speaking in Spanish again to Humberto. I was not sure what they were saying until Humberto said, “He asked if you were the, ummm, milk drinker, you know, swallow cum, and the gay. They want to fuck. These are friends, it is OK. I told them you had a bueno culo, a good ass, so here, suck me.” The policeman who had escorted me in closed the door to the office we were in as I knelt on the concrete floor and started sucking Humberto’s dick. “No, stand,” he said, so I stood up, dropped my pants, and leaned over as the man behind the desk came around. The man ran a hand over my ass, then up my back and down to my ass as I got Humberto hard. I heard him unzip his pants and he said something to Humberto as he pushed his dick into my hole. He was not that big, so it did not hurt at all when he went in. My ass was pretty sweaty, so no lube was needed and the load Humberto had given me earlier made me pretty wet inside. He and Humberto talked to each other as he fucked and I don’t know if it was dirty talk or what. Even though I know Spanish now, I don’t remember their exact words as I was not paying attention to anything except my excitement of getting some more raw dick. The guy fucking me did not last long at all and as he came he froze, his dick twitching in my ass the only sign of him breeding me with more Honduran cum. He pulled out, said something to the guard who had brought me in from the car and went and sat back down at his desk as I continued to suck Humberto while the guard fucked me. The man behind the desk started speaking to Humberto again and it sounded like they were arguing. Humberto pulled his dick out of my mouth, so I put one hand on the desk to keep my balance as the guard fucking me continued. He had a nice thick dick, and I was enjoying being taken raw. All my fantasies had come true on this trip. What else could happen to make it any more memorable? Well, I soon found out. The guard continued pumping my ass as Humberto and the man behind the desk’s voices got more intense, but then calmed and they shook hands. Humberto turned and said to me, “My friend here, he has Guaro he wants to share with you. I told him how much you like. He also has some, how you say, others, like him, he thinks you will like, OK? I will come back in a bit for you.” And with that Humberto left me along in the room with the man behind the desk and the guard fucking me. The man behind the desk said something to guard fucking me who stopped, pulled his dick out of my ass and said in halting English, “Come on. We go for fun.” I pulled my pants up and followed him through a door in the back of the office as the man behind the desk smiled. We walked down several halls that were painted a light green half way up. I noticed bars over the windows and started asking what was going on. The guard said nothing, opened a door and motioned me in. There were a couple other guards in the room sitting around a wooden table playing cards, smoking, and drinking as a black and white TV played in the background. My escort said something to them, they smiled, nodded, and all started speaking really fast. The guard sitting on the right took his black booted feet off the table, grabbed the bottle of Guaro, poured a drink into a dirty empty glass, pushed it towards me and said, “Hello friend, here, drink up.” I looked at the guards. Each was dressed in a navy blue uniform with cold edged lapels on their shoulders, patches on each upper arm, and blue caps with gold writing on it. I glanced about the room and noticed a couple machine guns in the corner and suddenly started thinking I was not just in some army barracks or something. This was something more. I had a feeling I was going to need it so I grabbed the drink, guzzled it down, and held out the glass for more. The guards all smiled, laughed, and filled the cup for me to empty again. The guard who had handed me the drink was rubbing his crotch now and said, “We have not been home in days. We have not been able to see our wives and our friend told us you are a good wife. You like being fucked?” I nodded yes as I grabbed the bottle and emptied it into my glass. “Good, good,” the guard continued, “We like to fuck chucha, or pussy as you say, so let us see your chucha my amiga.” I dropped my pants, sat in an empty chair and took off my shoes, slipped my pants off and set them on the chair, took of my shirt, then bent over and showed the three guards my ass. “Give me your leche, por favor,” I begged. Humberto had taught me a couple words of Spanish, my new favorite being leche for cum. The scraping of chairs being pushed back from the table resounded in the room as all three guards stood up. Soon hands were fondling my ass, my nipples, and I was hoping they were enjoying what they were seeing. I soon had confirmation they were as I was led into a side room that had a couple cots lined up against one wall. The first guard bent me over and tried shoving his hard dick up my ass. He had a really big dick head and was having a hard time going in. I then felt a cold liquid being poured over my ass as the guard who had handed me the drink poured some Guaro out of a fresh bottle down the crack of my ass and then took a big swig. I stood up as far as I could and tilted my head as he filled my throat from the new bottle. The liquor was really kicking in and helped relax my ass enough for the guard’s dick to start working up my hole. He lost patience though and slammed it in, making me cry out as his buddies and he continued speaking to each other. One of the other guards stuffed my mouth with a dick that was about seven inches as the guard with the Guaro bottle watched and jacked. I was in full cum pig mode now and wanted raw dick and cum. I wanted to be bred and begged again, “Give me your leche, por favor, give me your leche, por favor.” Each guard in turn unloaded a hot, thick load of cum up my ass and I even got two fresh loads down my throat. When they finished and we went back to the outer room I went to get my clothes off the chair when the guard stopped me, “No, no my friend. Here sit, have a drink.” I thought Humberto must be waiting for me and told them so, but he just laughed and said, “Umm, yes, soon.” A couple drinks later the door opened and I stood up when I saw the guard who had got me out of the car knowing Humberto must be here now for sure. He stepped into the room, followed by three other guards. As they all crowded into the small room and the din of Spanish drowned out all other noise, I suddenly felt very exposed and unsure, and decided I wanted to go. I grabbed my clothes and stepped to the door, but was blocked. One of the new guards smiled at me, turned me around, stuck a finger up my cum filled ass, pulled it out, turned me around and fed it to me as his friends all laughed. He then took my clothes, tossed them back on the chair and led me into the room with the cots, followed by the other new guards. This was how the rest of the night went. I was fucked raw and used and bred by a number of the guards. After the first four or five I stopped counting, but I think at least 10 or 12 different guards fucked me and some of them bred me multiple times. The Guaro kept me just drunk enough that frankly I did not care and so got into just taking raw dick and the rest did not matter. This was the most wild and craziest and amazing sex I had ever had! Hours later I was laying on one of the cots, my body wet from sweat and cum. The next man who came in was the one who had been sitting behind the desk when I arrived. He wrinkled his nose, looked at me in disgust, then tossed me my clothes. I asked, “Is Humberto here?” He just motioned for me to come, so I followed him out of the now empty room and down a series of winding corridors. We passed a few windows and I was shocked to realize it was getting daylight out. Holy fuck, I had been there all night. As we went through a few sets of cell like gates or doors, we passed several guards who all smiled, laughed, whooped at me, and a couple slapped or pinched my ass. I thought I recognized a couple of them, but frankly, having been face down almost the entire night really could not say. At the last locked cell gate, I stopped and looked at the words over the door that even through the chipped paint could still be made out, words that I would later learn meant CAUTION – PRISONERS. Immediately beyond the locked gate was a metal door. My escort knocked, the door opened, he stood to the side and motioned for me to step in a head of him. I walked into the room and stepped past the guy who had opened the door. He was not a guard, that was for sure and as I looked about the room my escort and the new guy exchanged some words and I turned to see the guard accept a wad of bills. He looked at me, not a sign of emotion on his face, the metal door closed and he was gone. I stepped further into the room as the guy who had closed the door pushed me forward a little. Sitting in wooden chair near a small, barred window was a tall man with a short buzz cut, mustache, no shirt, and a muscled body with a number of tattoos. He was smoking a cigarette and was sitting in a relaxed manner with his legs spread wide, his left hand resting on his thigh as he looked at me and exhaled. He was flanked by two similarly clad men who seemed a bit tense. The man in the chair spoke, his voice was deep, mellow, and sounding so reassuring as he said, “I am Santos. Welcome, welcome, welcome to San Pedro Sula Corrections Facility – the most dangerous prison in Honduras and your new home.” Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Gangbanger Breeding

From melbourne. Currently Thursday here. Monday have organised my conversion. With two high toxic tops. My time has come to not hide from what I am. I welcome the Sarah Palin death seed.

Received an invitation from a new friend from Growlr who was in town visiting. Told him I would join for some playing but that I was probably not up to take cock. When I got there he asked me if i was up for a friend of him to stop by and join, told him I was open to it. His bud showed up about 15 minutes later, we went to the room and started to play with each other, sucking, kissing. Then his bud decided to rim me and well that took all my "not wanting to bottom" mood out of the way... while he was rimming me and getting me all wet, i was sucking the guy that invited me over. The guy that was rimming me told me that he was going to fuck me, not asked me, told me. Without any other lube but his spit, he trusted his cock in my ass, woof! that just did it! I was in all four, taking raw cock from a guy I just met and sucking another's cock. The guy fucking me told the other guy that it was his turn at my ass, by then I was on my back with my legs up in the air. Other guy took its turn at my hole and fucked me until he was about to cum, but he didn't. The other guy went back into my ass and started to fuck rough, while the guy that was just in me positioned next to my face so that I could suck him again. Guy fucking my ass started to speed up even more and told me he was about to come and no questions of where i wanted he just went at it, like losing control and breed me!! at the same time and while he was still pumping my ass full of cum, the other guy just feed me a huge load.... needless to say, one happy surprise and a great night sleep after. This was two nights ago, hopefully I'll get another round soon.

Wow, this night was memorable... this 20-year-old black guy was online yesterday evening, when I almost lost hope of any hook-up, he chatted me up. His profile said "Safe sex only", which I normally do not answer, but I was horny as hell, and his pics were really good so I said to myself, "well you can sacrifice yourself for that". He was really eager to come over to my place, and I finally said OK - it took him about 20 mins and then he rang my doorbell. This guy was really handsome - black, not very tall (good for me - I am not tall either) and a stocky, muscular build. Nice face with lovely lips, that begged for a good french kiss... which took about 2 seconds before our tongues were fighting... Long story short - clothes off and straight into the bedroom... his wonderful cock was hard as a rock - so I gave it some good attention... started licking his shaved balls... continuing up the shaft... ohhh it was vibrating... and his moaning told me that I was successful... Both of us stating we were versatile, I stood up and looked in his eyes... he pushed me gently backwards onto the bed, and I automatically lifted my legs... he came down on me and I could feel his rock-hard cock in my ass crack... kissing, licking his lips got him moaning for more.... he was playing with the dick in the asscrack, and I could feel the wetness of a LOT of pre-cum - not only in the crack, but also on my hole. I reached for my poppers and took a deep hit - this cock wasn't small, and I am quite tight. Also, I took the condom and showed him... he looked me in the eyes and I could feel his cock head slowly coming into my hole... Well I've been here before - guys saying they want safe sex only and then being real cum pigs... so I resisted a bit - clenching my hole to squeeze his cock head out... making sure he really wanted my ass bare. He licked my lips, thrusting his toungue inside my mouth and the cock... again slowly penetrating. For a 20-year old, he was really taking it easy (typically they just ram their cocks in and fuck like rabbits).... I understood he wantd to enjoy himself... So I let him in - his face, his sounds, they told me how pleasurable he found it... I now decided, tonight I am a bottom only. This young man's cock was deep inside me, hard as hell, and then he started slowly to pound me....ohhh those long strokes, the feeling of his large cock head in and out of my hole.... and then hitting the spot, making me pre-cum like never before... my cock was positively oozing, and I usually have very little pre-cum. But I didn't just lay there - I worked his cock with my ass, wanted him to have a good time, too... milking him with my ass muscles... and finally, my first reward of the night - heavy breathing and "man I am going to breed you!"... he pounded his cock into me really hard - god it hurt so good - and released the flood of cum.... I felt his cock pumping, pumping, pumping...so much cum, I could feel it coming out.... Man... I was really relaxed... I thought he was going to slide out of me, deflating, but - no! He stayed inside. HARD! And then he said, with a soft voice: "now, daddy .. it's time to fuck you really good"... ( I usually don't go for the daddy thing, but what the hell - this was so hot)... I have now been pounded virtually all night. My ass is not as sore as I would think - His cock was really compatible. I have 4 loads in me, huge loads all of them - thanks to the endurance of this young man - and feeling my pretty loose ass hole now, I can feel the wetness of his loads... and they taste good too. Now I am going to take a shower and go to sleep ....

I like to get bred better, but when I guy wants to shoot in my mouth I love it! I like the feeiling of his cock pulsing in my mouth and filling up with hot tasty cum, I usually try to keep him in my mouth the whole time and let him finish shooting before I swallow his load with his cock still in my mouth too

Very hot story, loved the fact that Joe gave him some t without the boy even knowing, that is how I got into it all

Bondge Rough sex dom/sub ws cum dump I would love to be tied up on some guys bed for the night and get fucked whenever he wanted to or whenever one of his friends wanted to. Furry Beast I know that there is more that I can't think of right now.

Drove up to Salem NH and on the way I stopped at the 93 exit 1 rest stop. There was someone in the far stall so I went in the one next to him, played the foot tapping game until he gestured for me to put my cock under the stall, he jacked me off for a few mins (lucky the rest room was in a lull). I wasn't going to cum from him jacking me off, and anyway, I wanted his cum. So I pulled my cock away and gestured for his cock. He slid it under the stall, it was nice, about my size)6.5-7in), it felt silky smooth and a nice set of balls. I got the impression that he was a fit guy based on his legs. I jacked off his cock and it got really hard and started leaking pre. I tasted it and it was delicious. I wanted him to fuck me but I knew that wasn't going to happen so I kept jacking him off until he was about to shoot and then I started sucking his cock and playing with his balls. He gasped and started shooting a big tasty load. After he was finished shooting he unfortunately pulled up his pants and left. I stayed for ten or fifteen min tasting his lingering cum in my mouth and jacking my cock, hoping that someone else would come by cruising but no one seemed to be cruising so I left as I had to get somewhere. I am freeballing so I'm sure that a couple of people saw me walk out of the rest stop with my hard cock bulging in my jeans. My cock is hard right now, wish we had done more or that there had been another guy as well.

I Ma's the days when pot and poppers were considered party favors. Like this fosting, do much sexier than blood slamming. Reminded me of the early 90s.

So yeah, I love filling my guys ass full of Chem piss and fucking it into him good, then shooting a massive load very deep into him. He then normally flips me over and slides his cock into my hole and proceeds to fill it with the contents of his bladder and then his balls, and spins me out

At the baths. It was naked day. Older crowd but some big cocks. Horn 30's pulled me in to a dark corner of the maze, made me deep throat him and pulled on my balls. Thought that was going to be it or that he would be bottom but he unexpectedly turned me around and stick his big hard dick in me. We started to get some onlookers so he pushed me deeper in to the corner. Felt another couple of hands on me and then he shot. He stayed in for a while and grabbed the guys cock next to him then pulled out and shoved neighbours cock in me without missing a beat. My ass was very sloppy and squelchy by now. Another 2 guys joined us but I didn't see their faces, only their feed through my legs. I was crouched over a stool. Took I reckon 5 different guys and at least 3 loads. Cum leaked out over the leather sofa when I was having a drink later (no towels. Naked remember)

Part 3 I felt someone get behind me, hands on my hips to steady me into position. For the first time, I felt a man's cock pushing into my arse hole. I gasped in pain as my hole was forced open, and then the head burst into me and the shaft slid into me with a delicious, slippery rush. More poppers were thrust under my nose, and I sagged in surrender to the plunging cock fucking me. I managed to look back over my shoulder to see a fat, sweaty guy thrusting his belly against my naked bottom, a snarl of pleasure on his ugly face. "Fuck the little bitch!" Someone whispered. I felt his thrusts become more urgent, his cock stiffening and then, with a loud grunt he pulled me into him, flopping and jerking against me as he filled me with cum. After a few moments, he slid his cock out of me and I felt wetness around my hole. The stocky guy stroked my hair and rubbed my back. "Good lad," he said. "Let them breed you.." I felt his hands on my buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and another man got into position, mounting me like a pig as I bent forward against the urinal. A long, thin cock slid up me and began to move slowly, sexily in my hole. I looked back to see the thin guy with the sunken cheeks and realised what was happening. I panicked and tried to get up, but strong hands held me bent over and the poppers were held to my nose despite me shaking my head, and I felt my body start to melt. "Too late now, you little bitch." Whispered the stocky guy in my ear. "Time to join the club." I felt the cock in me swell and throb as it squirted it's dirty seed and knew I was being bred. Tears splashed into the white bowl of the urinal, but when he'd finished I just stayed there, no longer needing to be held down, and spread my own cheeks to receive the next diseased cock...

Part 5 Looking at the naked passed out innocent boy gave Eric a thrill knowing how much he'd corrupt the little fellow this week. Eric had seen pictures of the boy and knew if they ever meant he would make the boy beg to be bred by him just as he got Shaun to do so. He wanted Shaun from the moment they met but he fell in love before he got to breed the older brother which made him want to protect Shaun. Eric had dozens of men fuck Shaun raw and breed him but he never let a poz guy do it. Eric became poz a few years ago and as a top assumed it happened from a shared needle. His meds worked great and he had been undetectable the entire time he was with Shaun so Shaun was still neg but not for long. Two weeks ago he stopped taking his pills and he wanted to get his DNA running through both brothers. Eric's cock was covered in precum and he wiped it up with a finger and pushed it into Bobby's ass which soon would be converted to a pussy dripping with cum. He could hear Shaun moaning as his lover was fucking himself with a huge toy and he wanted to wait but couldn't as he climbed on top of the sleeping boy. Knowing how strong the knock out pill was he spit on the boy's hole and slammed into him. If Bobby was awake he'd be screaming but he barely even moved as Eric fucked him hard. Eric needed to cum but wanted the boy's first breeding to happen with him begging so he pulled out and smiled seeing the boy's bloody hole. Eric had Shaun join his and told Shaun to lick his brother's hole clean and as Shaun did Eric got on top of him and fucked him hard but Shaun's boypussy was use to it and opened up. As Eric got close to cumming he whispered into Shaun's ear that soon they will be turning his innocent little brother into a cumdump and that his tight little hole was going to be wrecked. He then told Shaun that he stopped taking his meds and tonight he planned to make sure he pozzed Shaun and that on Bobby's birthday he was gonna poz him too. Eric told Shaun to beg for his poz seed and Shaun surprised him by not only begging but thanking him at the same time. Squeezing Shaun tight Eric bred his lover with what he hoped was his toxic seed. He told him that he owed him now and he loved him. Shaun licked Eric's cock clean as Eric fingered Shaun's cummy boypussy and then Bobby's. Shaun then was sent to clean himself inside and out and Eric got a large butt plug and plugged the sleeping boy. Eric took Shaun to the bathhouse and once in their room had Shaun in the sling. "Tell me who owns you boy" "You own me" "Tell me you want to be mine forever" "I want to be yours forever" "I have protected you since we met but I have also denied letting you become the complete slut you should be. Tonight you will become that slut and on Bobby's birthday so will he." Eric then slammed Shaun and opened the door and for the next four hours watched 17 men breed him. During that time Eric also made plans with his friends for Bobby's party.

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…”

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

Got loads from two guys on Friday night (one from a friend, another from one of his fuck buddies). The night started out with my friend and I meeting to hangout at a sports bar (yeah ... I think I'm the only gay guy in Orlando obsessed with sports). After three beers each my friend was ready to bust a load. We both went to the bathroom, and I followed him to the handicap stall. He stood with his back against the wall (farthest away from the stall door) and whipped his dick out. By now he knows what I want ... so I happily got on my knees and sucked his dick. Didn't take long, maybe 2-3 minutes but Lord, his dick, balls, and cum taste so damn good. I held his load in my mouth as I continued sucking his dick; finally swallowed. I left the stall first and he key a few minutes later. So that was load #1. I must've gotten really drunk, as I didn't plan on getting fucked. At some point during the night, one of my friend's FB needed an ass to breed but my friend wasn't in the mood to get fucked ... so he volunteered my ass lol. My friend and I went to the guy's place, and we all drank some vodka. I was no longer holding back at all, so I just walked over to where my friend's FB was sitting, pulled down the front of his mesh shorts, and started deep throating his dick (I'm usually not into young white guys, but I for some reason was horny as fuck). A few minutes later and I find myself bent over a sofa arm, knees on the sofa, and ass up (basically on all fours). My new dick starts rimming me and getting his tongue deep in my ass. Once wet with spit, he just starts to slowly slide his dick in me raw. I don't remember how big his dick is, but based on the deep throat action I know it was at least 7" and thick. Took only about 15-seconds to feel his crotch pushing against my ass. Once fully in, my FB tells him to show me no mercy ... and damn his friend knows how to fuck. He pounded my ass rough ... and I loved it, especially with no lube, just spit (I HATE lube). The first load took only about five minutes to get. He never pulled out, continued fucking me ... and I got load #3 for the night about 20-minutes later. I was feeling disappointed that my friend hadn't fucked me. He's not into sloppy seconds (I asked about it on prior occasions). To my pleasant surprise he ordered me not to move after his FB pulled out. My friend was equally as rough. He slammed his dick (not big: 6"and slightly above average thickness) in my ass in one thrust. He fucked me for not even 10-minutes before dumping a good sized load in my ass. So 1 load down my throat and three in my ass. No wonder why I'm in such a great mood!

My partner suggested that we do more thn see the matinee of "Wicked" the musical, but join the Cumunion guys for a night of slutty loading... So at a little after 7:30 pm we headed downtown to the club, paid our entry and strippeddown to our boots. Asusual my other half disappeared into the darkness in search of cock to be filled and a holeor two to load up. I cruised around a litttle allowing a little T & E kick in and making sure I was still cleaned out. Grabbing a drink and leaning over one of the benches with my ass framed by my black jock, and a boot raised to reveal my winking hole it wasn't long before a 20 something fit blonde guy started rubbing my back and working his hands to my ass. I turned and reached for his firm cock, bending down for a taste of the pre-cum dripping head. Slurping in the head and tasting that salty cock lube, I worked his firming cock into my mouth and throat. Meanwhile I felt some larger hands squeazing my ass cheeks and dripping spit onto my hole. I groaned in delight. Then felt the pressure of a sizeable head against my hole. Hands held some amyl to my nose and I sniffed deeply, feeling an amazingly thick cock-head work its way into my hole. The cock I was sucking was withdrawn as the handsome daddy fucking me lifted me by wrapping his arms around my chest, pinching my nips causing my ass to pull in his amazing cock. He was gentle as he slowly but firmly pushed in his 10 x 7 inch rock hard and dripping hole wrecker. Another puff or two of amyl and heworked the head past my second sphincter. Holding me there for a few moments to adjust, he asked if I liked what I was receiving. I could only groan and nod, turning to kiss him. He smiled and commenced sliding out, then in with increasing speed, telling me he was loving my hole. Pushing my shoulders down onto the padded bench in front of me, he began pounding my hole, pulling all the way out, the plunging in balls deep and through my second sphincter, continuously grinding my prostate. This kept up forover 15 minutes when he slapped my ass causing me to clamp down, sending me over the edge, and he began yelling he was cumming, filling my love canal with one of the biggest loads ever. Colapsing on my back he nibbled my ear, thanking me, letting his cock go down a little, sqying to clamp down and keep his seed inside. Of course I complied, milking the last drops from his cock. Rolling me over he took one of my hands pushed my pungers into my stretched hole. What a load! It felt like it completely filled my bowels and began working its way from my colon into my lower bowel, lubing me up for the rest of the night...

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

I really love getting fucked and will do it anywhere, I've been fucked at after hours parties with everybody watching, in cars, in parks, in restrooms, in parking lots, alleys, on the dance floor at clubs and circuit parties, hotel rooms, on the beach, at the gym, backrooms at bars, on bars, but my favorite is at a sex club or bathhouse because there are always guys ready to fuck me and I can do it with other guys watching which I love.

I love nothing more then getting plowed in a public restroom.

I rarely clean my hole out... I keep a clean diet here, and 99% of the time, there's no issue. If there is, we deal with it. I mean, come on.... it's an asshole, even with a perfect clean out, there's a chance that you're going to hit something every now and again. I really only clean out when it's a part of what we're doing.... either you're giving me an enema, or pissing up my ass, or something like that.... outside of that, I really don't clean out

Just to make this even better.... turns out that we wear almost the same, identical shoes... because, he sent me a message at the end of the day asking if I accidentally slipped his shoes on instead of my own. I slipped one off, and sure enough, I did. I told him that I'd pack my stuff up and be over in 10 minutes to give him his shoes back (seriously.... it was an honest mistake). He had to be at a late meeting, and I didn't want him to be late because of me. So, I pop over there... sit down on the bed and start taking off my shoes. We're just casually chatting.... me sitting there, staring up at him standing in front of me. He's in jeans and a button down shirt looking sexy as FUCK. I stand up, we keep talking.... make out a bit, then go back to talking. After a while he's grinding against me, and I'm doing the same back to him. He's grabbing my ass and pulling me closer while we continue to make out. "Fuck it, I'm already late," he says and starts to unbutton my shirt. I go for his belt and drop his pants, then I get to work on my own clothes while he does the same. Before too long we're fucking on the bed again... he's slamming into my ass with me on my back and my knees practically touching my shoulders. He pulls out and spits on his cock at one point and slides it back in.... I moan. He smile back at me and shoots me a look, and I say, "I didn't tell you this, but I have a huge spit fetish, and that was fucking awesome." He admits that he has a bit of spit fetish, as well, and then proceeds to spit right into my mouth several times over our time together. After about 15 min, I can see the look in his eyes, and I say, "Go ahead, breed my ass." And he does. His thrusting only slows a bit. Then, with one final, hard push, he's buried balls deep. He opens his eyes, shoots me as sexy as fuck smirk, and starts thrusting again. Slow at first, still forceful, but not nearly as fast as before. He closes his eyes and turns his head to his left, biting his lower lip, and I can hear him breathing harder. After a minute, he's grunting, loudly. This is turning me on; I love a guy that's vocal/verbal, and he was kinda quiet up to this point. Thinking I'm knowing what he's trying to so, I ask, "Are you trying to cum again?" "UH HUH," is all he can muster up. He's pounding my ass harder and harder with each thrust. I try to clamp by hole down on his fat dick as best as can, but he's opened me up pretty well by this point, so I'm not sure just how effective I'm being. He's banging right into my prostate. I'm moaning and swearing like a trucker. He's getting louder and louder. At this point, I think that we both realize we don't care if anyone else hears us. He slams down into my ass, balls deep, hard, and holds there. He's cumming again in my ass.... and loudly this time. I fucking love it. "After I cum, if I just keep going, the second orgasm is even better for me," he says. "Ha, yeah, I gathered that. Dude, that was fucking awesome. You didn't even lose your hardon, and and you just bred my ass twice in 15 minutes without stopping." All I get from him is that sexy smirk again..... so yeah, I'm basically melting at this point. He pulls out and get up on his feet. I follow suit and drop to my knees in front of him to clean off his dick. "I'm not as innocent as I look," I say when I stand back up. "Ha, I didn't think you were innocent at all, man. I mean, come on, your screenname is kinkbtm." "Good point," I reply. We talk and continue to kiss for a few more minutes before we both need to get going. Neither of us are single.... and he lives in Texas, while I'm in Illinois. He's just here for business. If circumstances were different, I'd be all over this guy. When I used to sit back and picture my future, this guy pretty much is exactly what I want. But, that's not possible for either of us. We're trying to get together again today, but his work schedule changed so we can't get together for lunch, and I have dinner plans after work, so I'm not sure that we're going to be able to pull it off again. Which SUCKS, because he said that he doesn't usually come here very often.... and I need to get that dick in me again.

Just got back from a porno shop a couple miles down the street, spent two hours in a booth, naked with my ass back up to a glory hole and the booth door open so other men could come in & fuck my face. I ended up taking 7 loads in my cunt & swallowing 5 more (although two came from the same guy) before I left. Most of the men who used me were older daddies, but I slurped on a hot younger guys dick half way through, he looked like he was still in high school but I wasn't gonna complain lol. My hole is still sloppy & cummy, been keeping a plug in me so I can occasionally pull it out tonight & get a taste of anon cum until it's gone. :-P

What leads to bareback sex are balls needing to unload and holes aching to be filled with cock and sperm.

I do that with my bf already.... We go out together to sexclubs where he tries to get loads and on hook up sites we seek other tops to breed him. Luv to fuck and eat a cummy hole! When I'm in whoring him out mode, I don't even look at other bottoms...it's all about finding top guys to load him up...and later when we r back home we curl up together and I hold his sexy body in my arms.... For me that's heaven!

In all my years I have never seen a sub-culture where a guy who fucks other guys is called straight. A LOT of bottoms on here, BBRT and other sites are self-described "faggots", "whores", "sluts" and "cumdumps" searching for tops who will treat them as such. You cannot separate the emotional and psychological influences that are at the core of everyone of us. Search for what drives you and let others search for what drives them. FWIW, I have always thought that it takes a real man to give up his cunt to another man.

pozbrad - you're the best type of cumdump boy - nothing matters other than keeping your cunt filled with cock and sperm. Not only does it allow you to get bred whenever you want to, I'm sure it's opened up many doors that pay off big time - meeting guys that you really are attracted to who like sperm lubed boy cunt, guys who arrange group breeding parties for you, having a long list of guys who will come over for pump and dump sessions when you're aching to take loads all day or all night. When you go to gloryholes, you're going to leave with your cunt dripping sperm and others will leave frustrated. At a sex club, the line forming at a sling will be at the sling you're in. You go to sleep at night with loads in you and wake up in the morning with them leaking out of you. You were born to be bred and service cock and you're man enough to give up your boy cunt to live out your pre-determined destiny - that's a freedom that few get to experience.

All very fine! Are we here to point fingers at this guy or to try to give him some comfort and advice. I think by now he realizes he made a mistake and is trying to figure out his next steps. If he cannot trust the confidentiality of his doctor (and there are federal laws concerning what a doctor can reveal even to family of an adult,) then he should definitely go to a clinic. It is possible that he would be able to get the PEP and though it is very expensive pay out of pocket. Otherwise just pay the deductible. He could possibly lie to his parents say he ill-advisedly went with a girl who he found out was ill and decided to take precautions. I don't recommend that. I think it is time to become honest with your parents but adress this issue of possible HIV exposure first.

#3. Jason I had managed to drift off a bit, into a liminal state between wakefulness and sleep, where my mind was able to wander and to imagine what was would happen the rest of the afternoon. I was interrupted by a light knock on the door. It shocked me back to the present reality. "Ready?" Nathan asked, but the door was still closed. "Yeah," I said. I sat up on the side of the bed, and then shakily, I stood up, ready for my next man and my next breeding. The door opened, and a tall black man stepped inside. From the light spilling in from the hallway, I could see an impressive mane of dreadlocks hanging down his back. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and a black tank top. Even in the dim light of the bedroom, it easy to see that he was impressively muscular. "Hey," he said, as Nathan closed the door behind us. I had to look up to see his face. He had a wide smile and a bit of a goatee. He had definitely taken care of himself, but I still guessed that he was probably in his early 40s. He was starting to show his age: his goatee was dark but was flecked with bits of grey. Plus, as I looked closer, I saw that his dreads also had bits of grey. The grey only re-enforced a quiet confidence about him, he knew his place in the world and he had the strength to assert it. "Hi," I said. "I'm Jason." I felt very small next to him, almost vulnerable, especially wearing just the thin jockstrap. He smiled. "I know," he said. "I'm Eli." He took a small backpack off, and put it on the floor next to the bed. In a surprisingly smooth motion, he pulled off his tank top, flipping his dreadlocks over his shoulder and down his chest. His chest was just as muscled as his arms, and the dreads hung all the way down to just below his waistband. "Having a good afternoon?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I said. On a dark street, I'd be trying to avoid him, but in the intimate setting of a bedroom, he seemed surprisingly calm and easy-going. "Uh, Intense, but also very fun," I said. "That's what I want to hear, white boy,” he said. He took off a watch and put it on the bed table, then kicked off his sneakers. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out a glasses case, just like Sean's earlier in the day. "You party?" he asked me. "Yeah, I do. Did some earlier today," I had a warm flush race over my body. I was already anticipating the rush of the drugs. "Good," he said. "But now it's time for us to share a bowl." He pushed down his sweatpants, exposing very tight pair of white underwear. I tried not to stare; it was literally the biggest basket I had ever seen. I wondered how I was going to be able to take it all in either my mouth or ass. Through the tight fabric, I could see a fat, long shaft seemingly wrapped around his hip. In addition, he had heavy balls that were pressed against his underwear. He pretended not to notice my stare, and sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to sit next to him. I sat down, feeling the warmth of his body so close to mine. Only then did he open the case and pull out the glass pipe with a fat bag of tina. He loaded up the bowl with the drug, carefully measuring out far more than I thought we would need. "Don't want to try to reload it with my hands covered in lube," he said, grinning. He had a brilliant white smile, greatly enhanced by the contrast with his rich, dark skin. I tried to focus on him filling the pipe, but my attention kept on shifting between the pipe, his muscular chest and arms and most of all, his massive basket. "That should be just about enough for me, I think," he said. I looked at the pipe, and there was a huge pile of crystal in it. He dug into the bag again, and added several more big shards. "And just a bit for you." He took a torch and started to heat the bowl, melting the mound of drugs. "You first," he continued. "Guys always seem to need a bit of help to handle me." He twitched his cock; even through the underwear I could see exactly how big it was. He handed me the pipe, and I put the stem in my mouth. He continued to hold the torch and it wasn't much longer before the pipe began to sputter and smoke. I took a long hit, filling my lungs with the thick smoke. "Don't skimp on it," he said, urging me ever onwards. "Nathan says you're pretty much a virgin, to both partying and getting fucked. So you need to get loaded. In both senses." Even after he took the torch away from the bowl, it still filled up with the smoke a few more times. Under Eli's watchful eyes, I made sure I got every bit of the drug. "Good job. Now, shotgun it to me," he said. I turned to him and he opened his mouth. Our lips locked while I exhaled my hit into his lungs. He surprised me, holding the kiss for longer than needed. His tongue started to explore my mouth. His free hand wrapped around me, and he pulled me closer. I didn't expect this closeness from such a man. Pressed tight up against him, I could tell his body was solid; he was all muscle and not a bit of fat. "Oh fuck, that's good," he said as he exhaled my hit. "That first one is always the best, don't you think?" I just nodded in agreement, and handed him the pipe. "The second hit doesn't suck either," I said, as he put the pipe in his mouth and started to heat it up again. Still warm, it didn't take long for the bowl to begin smoking again. He puffed on the pipe much longer than I did, rolling it back and forth on the torch and letting the bowl really fill up each time, before sucking the white clouds into his lungs. He held the hit for a while as he handed me the pipe and torch. "Your turn," he said, letting only the slightest bit of the cloud escape. Greedily, I took the stem and started to smoke it. I kept the torch on it, but I hardly needed it to get a good hit. "Here's some extra for you," Eli said. He exhaled his hit right into my face, engulfing my head with a thick white cloud. Even though he was only a few inches from me, I could barely seem him through the dense smoke. As Eli's cloud slowly dissipated, I finished up my own hit, and let the torch go out. The drug hit my system quickly, and it was clear that Eli's source was very good. This was some potent tina. His cock was going to be a real challenge, but with the powerful drug fueling me, I knew it would be an incredibly fun ride. I held my hit as long as I could and then exhaled. The familiar feeling of horniness was hitting me. I wanted to get Eli naked, explore his body and most of all feel that massive cock in my hungry, needy hole. "My turn," he said, taking the pipe from me. I could see that we were nowhere near exhausting the pipe; there was still a big pool of crystal at the bottom of the bowl. While Eli heated up the pipe again, I wondered if he was planning to smoke the entire thing during his short visit with me. I was definitely nearing the limit for my drug use; I didn't know what I would do or how I would behave if I smoked any more. Eli seemed to have no such concerns as he sucked down on the pipe, carefully letting the bowl re-fill several times. "Ready?" he asked me, as he pulled the stem out. I nodded and exhaled, ready for him to shotgun his hit. He leaned in, forced his mouth against mine, and blew his hit into my lungs. Compared to Eli's lungs, I could barely take much from him. He filled me up far before he had gotten close to finishing exhaling. We continued the kiss and I ran my hands over his smooth, muscular chest. There was just a hint of hair leading down from his navel, disappearing into his tight white underwear. I ran my finger along the waistband, wondering what was hidden behind the taut fabric. "You wanna smoke my other pipe, boy?" he asked me, as he exhaled the last of his hit. "Yeah, I do," I said. I was a bit scared of the sheer size of his bulge, but knew that his size was the least of the dangers that Eli presented to me. "Can I?" I asked. "Of course," Eli said. "Isn't that what you're here for? Sucking my cock and making me feel good." He stood up, and pushed down his briefs. I nearly gasped when I saw what he had been packing: a fat, thick, long, cut black cock. It was the largest cock I had ever seen and it wasn't even hard yet. At the base hung two large balls. Somehow, Eli had managed to slip a metal cockring on. It pushed his equipment out and further emphasized just how well endowed he was. "Yeah, I know. It's a monster,” he said, noticing how I was staring. "Isn't it?" "Yeah," I said, almost speechless at his endowment. Coupled with his easy-going masculinity, he was like an ebony god. Eli sat back down on the bed, his legs spread wide. "Gotten anyone else this big today?" "No one as big as you today. Or ever." "All white boys today?" he asked me. "Yeah," I said. Suddenly, I wanted his black cock in me. I wanted it because it was big, because it was hard, and most of all, because it was black. It was the ultimate transgression, the mixing of the races. "That's too bad," Eli said. "Come on, Jason," he said, "Kneel down and find out how good black cock can be. Show it some respect. Give my black mamba a kiss." He motioned for me to get between his legs. Mesmerized by his cock, I did what he told me to do. I got off the bed and knelt down between his legs. Like the rest of his body, his legs were solid blocks of muscle. I could imagine him closing them around me and crushing me easily. Leaning in to his groin, I let my nose fill with his scent. He smelled like a man should: a bit of sweat, a bit of musk, and a bit of dirt. It was almost as good as a hit of poppers. "Like it, huh?" he said. I looked up at him; he was flashing a brilliant white smile while waiting for me to take his cock into my warm mouth. Again, I didn't know what to say. I was drunk on his maleness and flying on his drugs. "Yeah," I finally managed. "Right on," Eli said. "One more hit for you, white boy. Then you can get to work and get me hard and wet." He held the pipe out for me to take. I rested my arms on his thick legs and he positioned the stem in my mouth. He also took care of the torch for me. He melted the crystal so that a beautiful wisp of white smoke escaped from the bowl. "Go ahead," he said, when the pipe was just right. "Hit it." I did my best. I wanted to impress him. I drained the bowl a few times and let my lungs fill up with the smoke. Finally I nodded, letting Eli know that I was more than satiated. I was right at the edge; another hit and I'd be too far-gone to control myself. But for now, I was at just the right place. All I could think about was getting him hard and getting him off. And finding out more about him: I wondered what his story was, and how he had joined this unique club of men, the band of men whose cocks could kill. "My turn with the glass cock," he said, as he took the pipe from my mouth. "And your turn on the black cock," he said as he pointed to his cock. "Go ahead, suck on it." I leaned in and took the head of his cock into my mouth. There was already a bead of pre-cum there for me to lick off. I had to be careful not to exhale any of the crystal smoke. I didn't want to waste any of it. While I started to get myself acquainted with Eli's cock, he watched me intently. I licked his head and then started on the shaft. "Nice, Jason," he said. "I like a boy that can hold his hit like that. You're gonna do just fine when you're choking on my shaft." With that, he put the pipe in his mouth and lit the torch. While he heated up the pipe, I stretched my mouth wide, and started by swallowing his cockhead. Even soft, he was more than a mouthful and I strained to get even just the head into my mouth. But it tasted so good. He was a delicious combination of sweat and pre-cum. I didn't care how hard it was going to be to take the entire thing. After a bit of effort, I was able to get his whole cockhead in my mouth. Eli was patient, doing his hit, but still moaning softly when I ran my tongue over his piss slit. While I could still breathe, I exhaled my hit and engulfed both of us in a thick white cloud. Eli finished doing his hit. He held the still-smoking pipe in one hand. "Take more of it, Jason," he said, resting his other hand on the top of my head and gently pushing me onto his cock. "It's feeling so good already." His challenge was clear, as was my goal: we both wanted me to deep throat his huge cock. Opening my mouth even more, it was easy to take an additional inch or so. But then his cockhead hit the back of my throat. I dreaded the next, necessary step. In response to the tina and my oral skills, Eli's cock grew longer, fatter, and harder. At first, he didn't get as long as I feared; his cock mostly got fatter as the blood rushed in and lengthening a bit. But, the downward curve in the middle got more pronounced, making it harder to work into my mouth. As I lavished more attention on it, his cock started to get longer. It was when I least expected it that it began to grow longer. A lot longer. Terrifyingly longer. It grew from nearly eight soft inches to a hard and enormous eleven inches. "It's big. I know." he said, exhaling his hit. "And the better you are, the bigger it gets." "Don't think you're near done," he said, before putting the pipe back in his mouth. I had got as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. The next step would be to let him invade my throat. It wouldn't be easy. But then, the entire day seemed to be about things that weren't easy, about things that scared me. This would be one more thing like that. His cock was hardly easy and more than just a bit scary. "Come on, Jason," he said, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a moment. "It's not going to deep throat itself." Eli flicked the torch and started to do another hit. I did my best to relax, finding the hiss of the flame strangely comforting. My mind was racing because the drugs, and the torch's white noise helped me to focus. I swallowed slightly, and forced myself further down onto his cock. "Oh, fuck. That's what I was looking for," Eli said, as his cockhead entered my throat. His shaft more than filled my narrow throat. As he started to press against my windpipe, Eli hit the glass pipe hard. He seemed to be mocking my inability to breath at all as he took in deep lungfuls of air mixed with the rich methamphetamine smoke. I was on the edge of gagging, but couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him by choking. Instead, I focused on the discomfort of his cock in my throat. I was the one letting him dominate me. I was the one who was eagerly swallowing his fat snake. I was the one who was choking on his black pipe. I was the one who was unable to breath. And I was the one whose cock was twitching at the entire experience. I kept on taking more of his cock down my throat and wondering if I would ever get to the base of his shaft. I had my eyes tightly closed, focusing on getting his entire dick into my throat. When I heard Eli exhale his hit, I opened my eyes just in time to see another big cloud of smoke drift down. Even though it felt like I was stuffed full of his cock, I could now see that it looked like I had barely taken any of it. I couldn't imagine how I was going to get the rest of his dick into my throat. At the base of his dick his close-trimmed pubic hair still seemed so far away. "Just relax, Jason. Other boys have taken it all. You'll take it all as well. I'm sure of it," he said. I wasn't clear if had made a prediction or given me a command. He rested an arm on the top of my head, pressing down on me. In response, another half inch of his cock slid into my throat. He leaned over and planted a kiss on the top of my head, as I suppressed the urge to gag again. "Great way to be spending the afternoon," he said. "Hot fucking white muscle boy sucking my cock while I get high. Only a few more inches for you to swallow, white boy." I closed my eyes again, and focused on the warmth of his shaft. It was gently pulsing in time with his heartbeat. I knew if I thought about how thick his cock was or how long it was, I would immediately start gagging. The warmth was something safer and easier to concentrate on. It reminded me how alive Eli was, how real this experience was, and how much we both needed it. My body was starved for air and my mind was filled with crystal, so was hard to focus on any one thing. This scattering of thoughts was a blessing in disguise, because my brain managed to turn the lack of focus into not just a desire for sex, but also a need for Eli's cock and especially his cock in my throat, my ass, and my body. I built up a world where the only way I would live was to take his entire shaft into me. Even though each small millimeter of his shaft stretched and scratched my throat, I took it. I had heard of cock worship before, and I knew with certainty that this was what I was now doing. Was this how a fundamentalist Christian thought of his relationship to Jesus? But instead of a mythical man who died for our sins, Eli was a very real man. A very real man whose semen carried the seeds of my own salvation. A very real man whose cock I was impaled on. "Right on Jason. Only a bit more to go," Eli said. I opened my eyes again, and saw that I had almost taken his entire cock. My throat was stretched wide. I wondered if his cockhead was already in my stomach. But I repressed those thoughts and instead concentrated on the good: on how he was going to give me a new life. A diseased life, yes, but a life without worry, a life without shame or fear, and most entrancing, a life with Nathan. While I worked the last half inch of his cock into my throat, Eli did another hit. As he puffed on his glass pipe, I took the last of his black pipe. My chin was right against his balls, his short pubic hairs were scratching my nose, and my mind was exploding in pride at having taken all of this dark god's manhood in my mouth. "Damn, boy. That's so fucking hot, seeing you choke down all of my cock," Eli said. He exhaled his hit, another big cloud. "Seems like you deserve a reward." He must not have exhaled all of the hit, since another cloud drifted down when he finished talking. "And I know just what you need to get ready for the next level." I wondered what he meant by the next level, but I had to focus on the living, pulsing snake inside of me. His cock was right at the edge of my abilities, and I didn't want to disappoint him. "That was amazing," he said, and started to gently lift my head off his cock. Even though pulling off his shaft was a lot faster than swallowing it, it still felt like it took forever. Whenever I thought I was almost done and waiting for his cockhead to pop back into my mouth, there was another inch with no satisfaction. Finally, the fat cockhead entered my mouth from my throat, and I could breath again. I gasped for air, staring at the glistening shaft in front of me. Still wet with my spit, it hung down from its own weight. I wanted to suck it again, to keep it hard and happy, and to get that hot and deadly reward. "Glass cock for you, now," Eli said. "I think I'm good," I said, but I still straightened up and got ready for the pipe. "You were very good at sucking my cock. But you can always do another hit of tina," he said, as he stuck the stem in my mouth. I didn't protest. Eli lit the torch, and heated up the bowl. I was surprised that there was still any crystal left in it, but the bowl quickly filled with the white smoke I didn't know I was craving. I inhaled, easily draining the bowl a few times in succession. "More," Eli said. I let the bowl fill up again, and then drained it again. "Still more," he said, and I repeated the process two more times. "Good enough," he said. Not wanting to disappoint the ebony god, I took a few more hits, until my lungs were nearly bursting. "Better," he said. "Now, hold it for me." As he had been feeding me the crystal, I had felt his cock brush against my chest, and knew that I'd do anything to feel him inside me once more. I did as I was told; holding the hit of crystal was such a small thing to do to make him happy. He leaned in. "Don't exhale before I tell you to," he said, before he locked lips and began to kiss me. With his mouth covering mine, I couldn't have exhaled even if I wanted to. Besides, he had told me not to exhale, and I needed to make him happy. Plus, I was enjoying the intimacy that he was willing to share by kissing me. That such a masculine, dominant man was willing to open himself up to another man was an unusual situation for me. He continued to probe my mouth as his hard cock rubbed up against my chest. I could barely contain myself; I wanted to jump on top of him, and feel his thick rod penetrate my hole. But I knew that would come soon enough. I did my best to restrain myself, despite the tina coursing through my veins. Breaking off the kiss just long enough to speak, he said, "Give me your hit." I exhaled into his mouth, and he sucked up my entire hit. I was glad to finally get a chance to breath again, but wondered how I would behave once the hit took effect. "Nice hit," he said, holding it in his lungs. He broke off the kiss, and stood up. His cock was level with my face, and I took the opportunity to lick off the head. "Not quite yet. But it's good you are an eager boy," he said, pulling me off his shaft. He turned around, and knelt on the bed. "First, lick my ass," he said, pushing his muscular cheeks right in my face as he exhaled the hit. Without thinking, I dove into his ass, licking his musky, sweaty hole. As I did it, he lit the torch and did another long hit. I pushed my tongue into his hole, feeling him open up for me. He moaned in pleasure as I probed his warm hole. It was a totally unexpected move from him, to let me lick, kiss and penetrate such a private part of his body. He was such a textbook example of a dominant top, but I would eventually let him enter and penetrate me and fulfill his own imperatives. As I licked his ass, he continued to suck on the pipe and filled his lungs. "Oh fuck," he said, "Don't stop." The torch went out, and I heard three more puffs on the pipe. I pressed my face deeper into his ass, my tongue pushing as far as I could into his tight hole. From how tight he was, it was clear it had been a long time, if ever, since he had taken a cock. And he had certainly never taken anyone as large as he was. I lost myself in his ass. His muscular ass cheeks pressed against my face, forcefully reminding me of my place in the world. I could taste the sweat and musk on his tight hole, reminding me what I was doing. I didn't mind; I was where I wanted and needed to be. I was kissing a god's ass. It wouldn't be long before this god rewarded my dedication to him with what he alone could provide me with that afternoon: a hard, deep, raw interracial fuck, ending with a thick load of this black stud's HIV-infected sperm. As I probed, explored and pleasured Eli's ass, he continued to hit the pipe, heating the bowl, drawing a hit, holding it, and then exhaling it slowly. Given my position, I took the opportunity to reach around his waist and grab his now-hard cock. It was still wet and slippery enough from my blowjob; it was just slippery enough for me to easily stroke it, even if it was so thick it was hard for me to wrap my hands around it. "Oh damn, boy," Eli moaned between hits. "That's what I need. Lick my ass and stroke my cock." I wanted him inside me. Although the two men were completely different, I couldn't help but think of Nathan. Each of them epitomized a particular model of masculinity and used it to command obedience and respect. Nathan was the perfect example of an understated, mature man, confident in knowing what he wanted and certain that he would get it. In the wild associations of my drugged-out mind, I pegged him as almost British. In contrast, Eli was brash, almost loud about his masculinity. His manhood was wrapped in muscle, swagger, and the unerring knowledge that he could take anyone in a fight. For either one of them, I wanted to be their bottom and was overjoyed at letting them satisfy their needs with my body. Now it was my turn to moan. "Please, Eli. Fuck me," I said, while I licked his tight, unsullied asshole. Once I had formed the mental image of his cock sliding into my hole, complete with his heavy balls dripping their sweet and deadly pre-cum into my body, it was hard for me to imagine any other pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me deep, and finally breed my hole. I knew it was going to happen, but now I couldn't wait. I needed to be penetrated, and I was hungry for more sperm--his sperm--in my hole. "Got that itch now, don't you, white boy?" he asked me. "That tina finally kicking in for you, huh?" He had put down his pipe, and was enjoying me rimming him. He got off his arms, and turned around on the bed. Because of his new position, I couldn't rim him any more, but now had a close-up view of his cock. He handed me the pipe and torch. "One more hit for you, boy," he said. I knew better than to protest, even though between Sean and Eli, I had done more than enough. I was worried about doing more. I worried that I'd loose control and end up going further than I had ever planned. I took the pipe, and saw that even after all we had smoked, there was still plenty of the drug left in the bowl. Despite my misgivings, I forced myself to light the torch. I heated up the bowl, getting ready for the hit. As a few wisps of smoke started to escape from the pipe, I inhaled and drained the bowl. "If you want to take this," Eli said, grabbing his cock and giving it a good shake. "You're going to want to do that. And a lot more than just that." I didn't doubt him; it was a big cock he had. I drained the bowl a few more times, then held the cloud in my lungs for as long as I could. Eli took the pipe from me, and set it on the bed table. In exchange, he grabbed the lube and poppers. "Don't pass out there, white boy," he said, as he finally gave me permission to exhale. I looked up at him; he was looking down at me, his dreads had fallen over his shoulder and were hanging down his chest. "Go ahead," he said, his brilliant white teeth flashing against his dark skin. I smiled and he nodded; his dreads bounced against his taut skin and then hit me in the face. Surprised by the sudden contact, I exhaled and the white smoke momentarily obscured his dark skin, and hid his black cock. I was now totally lost in the high, not caring about anything but pleasure. He reached down, grabbed me by my shoulders and roughly threw me onto the bed. "You'll need these," he said and tossed the poppers by my head. As he forced my legs apart, I remembered that he had said "need," not want" about the poppers. I did a quick hit. He grabbed my hips and pushed them up, so that my ass was level with his cock. I was now on all fours with him kneeling behind me. We were in a perfect position for the long-awaited anal pounding to begin. He was fully erect and ready; I could feel his cockhead rubbing up against my ass. And I was itching for a fucking, but still wasn't sure if I could take his massive cock. "Go slow," I asked him. "I've not been fucked much before." "I go at my pace, boy," he replied. "But don't worry. You'll love every second." He poured some lube on my ass, and stuck two fingers into me. "You've got a tight white hole. Gonna feel fucking good opening it up with my fat black cock," he said. He added a third finger, and just as I got used to the three, he inserted a fourth. I knew that asking him give me a chance to get used to it would probably be futile, so I opened the poppers and did a hit. "Maybe a bit slower?" I tried. "Right on. That will open you up good, Jason." I think it was the first time he had used my name that afternoon. But there wasn't much time for me to think about it before the poppers hit, and I found myself pressing up against his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper into me. He slid them in and out a bit, letting me get used to it. "You hungry for it, boy? Want to get opened up by my monster?" He was more accurate than he knew in his description of my need for his cock. I was not just hungry; I was starving. The poppers were still in full force, not the mention the crystal. The two drugs answered for me. "Yes, please. Give it to me." He poured more lube on his cock and worked it into the length and girth of his shaft. I did another hit from the poppers; I knew I was going to need all the help I could get. Eli pressed his cockhead against my hole. My experience had been that big cocks rarely got very hard; Eli was definitely an exception. Even just his cockhead felt like he was trying to force a boulder into my hole. He kept one hand on my ass, guiding me down on his cock, while the other hand steered his shaft into my hole. Of course, he had to force the cockhead into me, in order to just open me up. But once he got in, he paused and allowed me to get used to his size and presence. Even through the all the enhancements I had done, he hurt. He hurt like a dull glowing poker was being rammed into me. He hurt like that very first hit of crystal, the one that had permanently opened my eyes. "Just relax," he said. He tightened his grip on my waist, letting me know not only that he was near me and ready for me, but also that he was holding me down, holding me in place. I couldn't squirm away from his cock, nor did I want to. I did my best to manage this dilemma, starting by taking another hit of poppers. Right when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he pulled out. But the relief I imagined his absence would give me didn't come. I could still feel my muscles stretched and screaming, trying to close up around where his cock had been. He took the opportunity to squeeze more lube right into my hole, and the cold fluid finally brought me some respite by numbing some of the most painful sections of my ass. Before my hole could close completely back up, he slid his cockhead back into me. This time, the pain wasn't so intense and the pleasure almost obvious. He was able to press a few centimeters of his shaft into my hole. "Relax," he said. However, the details of trying to relax when I had a fat, hard cock stretching my ass open were far from easy. I did another hit of the poppers, and focused on how warm and alive his cock felt. Even if there was a rubber that fit Eli, I didn't think he could fuck me with a condom on. It was only the ability for each of us to feel the other so intimately and completely that even made his penetration of me possible. Eli was dripping pre-cum, which really helped lubricate his passage into my body. He would push in a bit, forcing me to open up, then pull back, and let me relax. Despite his outward swagger and bravado, the reality of the fuck was surprisingly slow and measured. After a few minutes of work with Eli pressing his cock into me, and me struggling to stay relaxed and open, we had gotten about a third of his cock into my hole. He paused. "How are you doing, boy?" he asked. "Good, actually," I answered. "I thought this was going to be a lot worse than it is." With the help of the drugs and my eager hole, I was opening up nicely for Eli. "As I said, the first time is always slow and easy." "It's good." Not only did it not hurt as much as I had feared, I was also finding a lot of pleasure in taking his big black cock. There was something deeply natural about this black stud forcing his raw cock into my white ass. It was natural that his thick black tube was dripping infected pre-cum into my vulnerable hole. I pushed back against his shaft, and felt another inch slide into me. "Not that bad, huh?" Eli said. He leaned over me and I felt the heat of his muscular body against my back. "Want more?" he whispered into my ear, his breath warm, moist and close. I nodded without ever thinking. I wanted all of his cock inside me. I wanted him to start pounding me. I wanted him to tell me who was the dominant man this afternoon, who was the one with the cock, who was the one who would force me to take his pre-cum deep, and who was the one that would shoot his load deep in my in my hole. He paused for an agonizing moment, while he poured a bit more lube on his cock and let it dribble into my hole. "You're doing great there, Jason," he said. "Fucking hot, seeing my black cock slide into your tight white hole." He thrust his hips, and I felt one more inch of his cock slide into me. I was getting used to being the bottom. While this might have once been too painful, all I could feel was the pleasure of my ass getting opened. "Almost there, boy. Just another few inches, and you'll be properly impaled on my cock." I took another hit from the poppers, and nodded my head for him to proceed. I was not just ready for it, but needed it. I needed it like I had never needed cock before He took my cue, and pushed further in. The next inch was surprisingly easy, but then his head hit something deep in my body. I gasped, and realized I had never been penetrated this deep before. "It's that last bit that's always the hardest," Eli said. "Deep breath. Long hit. And we'll drive it all the way home." I took a big breath, opened the poppers, and, as instructed, did a long hit. Eli stood still while I sniffed from the brown bottle. As I put them away, he gently rocked his cock back and forth, exploring just how deep he could go before the pain overcome the pleasure. He then waited for the poppers to hit me. "Please," I moaned, once again thinking only of the pleasure for my hole. He pushed in the rest of his fat cock. It still hurt, but it was much better; if he only gave me a few more minutes of gentle probing by his cock, I would be in pure heaven. "It's all the way in, boy. Balls deep in that hungry white hole." He pulled his cock out some, then pushed it back in. "So fucking tight. Going to be fun getting you opened up properly." "Opened up?" I asked. My sex-fogged mind wondered what he meant by that; I thought he had finished doing just that. He didn't say anything in reply. Instead, he slowly pulled out the entire length of his cock until only the cockhead remained in me. Then, he pushed it all back in, until his low-hanging balls were once again slapping against my ass. "Right. Opened up properly," he said. He continued to thrust in and out of my hole, slowly increasing both the force and the speed of the thrusts. "It can take a lot for me to get off." I did another hit from the poppers and relaxed while Eli continued to pound my hole. As he got in deep, there was still a bit of pain each time his thick head found some new stretch of virgin, untouched territory. But it was a manageable pain and a small price to pay for the glory of his massive cock fucking me properly. As he continued, his pace changed: his thrusts were slower but deeper. Eli leaned into me, forcing me onto my stomach and resting all of his muscular weight on me. His body was already warm and definitely sweaty from the fuck, alternately he would stick to me and then slide smoothly against my skin. I stopped trying to analyze my emotions and feelings, and just let the black man dominate me. "Having fun bro?" he asked. "Oh yeah," I said. The crystal was hitting me hard, and it was difficult to think coherently enough to even formulate that short response. All I wanted to do was feel cock in my ass, and especially a big, black, raw cock. "Breed me," I grunted. "Yeah?" he asked. "You want my poz load in you? Seed that tight, white, neg ass?" He was whispering this in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. When he was done speaking, he nibbled a bit on my ear. He could be both aggressive and tender. He let me know that he would do whatever he wanted whenever he pleased to my body. But at the same time, his teeth scraped the skin just enough to send an electric chill down my spine, ending right at the hole where his cock entered me. He knew exactly how he was making me feel. I had to focus on the cock inside me. Having something to concentrate on was useful. My mind was no longer racing from through to thought, and I once more contemplated my situation. A black man was fucking me raw and his huge cock was dripping a toxic mix of sperm, pre-cum and the deadly virus into my unprotected hole. The raw black cock was sliding smoothly in and out of my hole with each stroke, Eli pressed Sean and Jake's toxic juice deeper into my hole, and deeper into my body. He was bigger than any man I had taken before and each stroke found fresh stretches of my hole, stretches with no defenses against his attack. Eli grabbed my torso; despite my muscular build, I was small in his hands. He wrestled me onto my side, and then proceeded to flip me onto my back. He managed to keep his cock in my hole and barely paused his fucking of me. We had ended up face to face, and I found myself staring into his dark brown eyes. I was surprised to see how closely he was watching me. His eyes were darting all over my face, as he tried to discern the slightest change in my expression. Maybe it was just his black skin or perhaps it was the thick dreadlocks that were hanging over his shoulder hanging onto my chest, but it seemed like he was from a very different world than Nathan, Sean, Jake or myself. It was a harder world and a more complex one. Finally, I decided to break the silence. I wanted to know more about him. "How long you been poz?" I asked. "About three years now. It's a long story." He didn't sound like he meant it dismissively, just that he wasn't sure if I would be interested in his tale. "I think you've already made your choice," he said. He leaned in and kissed me. Even though we had kissed while shotgunning the crystal, it was a surprising move. He was still so dominant and controlling. But now it was different. Like the saying went, it wasn't gay if you didn't kiss. And he had kissed me. "Yeah, I guess I have," I said. "But I want to know about you." My statements and Eli's sudden kiss changed the energy in the room. Eli's fucking slowed down even further. He was taking longer and deeper strokes, no longer using me just as a hole to get off in. Instead, he now actively wanted to be inside me and to use his cock to give me pleasure. Eventually, he would use it to give me his load, something we both craved. He rubbed his goatee against my cheek, and then licked my ear. "Then you'll get the story," he said, going in for a particularly deep stroke with his cock. "I didn't get to make the choice you're making. It was forced on me." "Would you do it again?" I asked. "I don't know. I hated rubbers. I still hate them. Of course, they never fit me. I like skin-to-skin fucking. And I fucking love to party and play." He had nearly pulled his cock out of my hole, and took the opportunity to slide it back in. "Plus getting to breed a guy. That can't be beat. But it's not all easy. Being poz. Especially if you can't get used to the drugs." I had been slowly stroking my cock, enjoying the fuck. It was hard for me to believe that something that felt this good and natural wasn't good. But I knew that most of my rational mind had been suppressed. Suppressed first by my desire for Nathan, then suppressed by the crystal, and finally suppressed by this big black cock. I was now being driven by my need for pleasure. Crystal, cock cum, and virus were my only goals, and although I was aware of the all the risks I was taking, it didn't make much of a difference to me. I could never ask Nathan to wear a condom to fuck me. And I never wanted to wear a condom if I got to fuck Nathan. Sean, Jake and Eli were not much easier to ask. To deny them the pleasure of fucking me raw, the pleasure of breeding me, the pleasure of letting their virus live on in my body seemed like a denial of all that was important about desire and all that was important about desire between two men. "I want you to breed me," I said. "Good thing, white stud, because you weren't going to get a choice there." Once I had the pleasure of getting bred, I had taken all the loads willingly. But I was also glad that Eli didn't want to give me a choice. Today, of all days, getting bred had to be both something I gave up of my own free will and something that was taken from me. I urgently needed Eli to mark me, and I certainly didn't want him to give any way out. Not that he would take it. His weight pressing against my legs was forcing them apart. That alone told me who was in charge here. It also let his cock get deep into my hole, which further drove home the fact just how well I was getting fucked. And how little input I had in the decision at all. "I made my choice a while ago," I said. "Lucky man," Eli said. "You had a choice. And you'll be getting some damn potent cum. I'm not on meds right now." "You're not?" Suddenly he had become much scarier. And much sexier. I knew that his cock was a loaded pistol. But it was a game of Russian roulette. I didn't know if he chamber I got would have any virus. But with Eli, every chamber was loaded. And that was exactly what I craved. "Nope," he said, very matter-of-fact. "Bad reaction to the last one. And my numbers aren't so bad to make me want to get back on." "That means..." I trailed off. "Yeah. A proper poz fucking." He smiled, slammed his cock deep into me, and then continued. "I came very late to fucking men. I had a girlfriend, did what I thought I was supposed to do." He had started telling his story, about how he became poz. "Yeah, I'd occasionally jerk off with a guy in the gym steam room. Sometimes, if I was really horny, I'd cruise the park and get a blow job" He continued, explaining how he had found the Internet and the entire DL culture. Of course, it had been easy for him. A masculine, hung top was always in demand and the bottoms would do anything to please him. And, no one was gay, so everyone was clean. Condoms were never needed. Or even discussed. But then it got harder for him to hide. His girlfriend started to ask difficult questions. "I was having a lot more sex. And we were having a lot less sex," he told me, his balls pressed tight against my ass. "She tried to spice things up for us, getting stuff like toys and restraints. It didn't do much for the amount of sex she was getting, but the boys I picked up loved them. And then, finally, what was going to be just a no-strings trick got complex. Far more complex." "How so?" I asked. When he walked in and undressed, I had put him in a category of big dick, little depth, but now he was becoming someone real. I wondered how Nathan had met him; wondered if Eli had ever fucked Nathan. Or maybe if Nathan had even gotten to fuck him. Nathan was the type of man who could do that, convince the pure top to take a cock. Eli continued; he story still hadn't even gotten to the point where he had caught the bug. "Oh, it wasn't just plain fucking anymore. Javi and I would hang out together. We'd go drinking, then one or the other was always 'too drunk to drive' and would have to spend the night. Sharing a bed. Hell, I even started to kiss Javier when I was fucking him." He leaned in and kissed me; his tongue forced itself deep into my mouth. Even though he had just wrapped his arms around me, his tongue was jammed deep in my mouth, and his massive cock was splitting me in two, I was suddenly jealous of Javi. I was jealous that the two had been able to explore their feelings more deeply. I was jealous that they had been able to discover what turned them on and made their cocks hard and their asses itch. I was jealous that they had discovered what made them happy even after Eli had drained his balls into Javi. "And?" I asked. So far, this story didn't seem that bad. "Well, I was still leading a double life. Fucking around with guys, while still supposedly straight with a girlfriend. And by then, I wasn't just fucking around with Javi, but still lots of other guys. From online. Steam rooms at the gym. Cruising the park at night. Fucking every piece of hot ass I could find." He paused in his story. It was long enough for him to throw his dreads over his other shoulder. "You know Sean?" he asked me. "One of Nathan's boys?" "Yeah, I do now. You're fucking his cum into me." I tried not to think about Sean as "Nathan's boy." I wanted to be that boy so badly. "The bastard," he said, although he was still smiling. "Always gets to the hot ass first. Almost as bad as Nathan. But I should have guessed he'd be one of the guests of honor." I knew it was pointless, but I tried to force myself to remember to ask Nathan about Sean. I was so high I could barely keep track of where I was and who was barebacking me. Remembering to ask Nathan about someone several hours from now was going to be nearly impossible. "I met him online. It was late, Javier and I were horny, and he was eager to get fucked." "And?" "He came over. He had a bag of tina, and a pipe. That was the first night I had ever done it. Crystal that is. And of course, I loved it. So did Javi. I nearly got fucked that night, I was so high." "But?" "Nope. Never been fucked. Ever." I had gotten my answer about Nathan. His cock was hard inside me, reminding me that he was the top today. As he always was. "Even high on crystal, I'm still 100% top. Except when I bottom." He paused for a moment and adjusted his position. "Javi, Sean and I started to play pretty regularly there, at least for a while. Then one night, Sean invited another guy over." "Nathan?" I asked. I already knew that it was Nathan, but I asked anyway. It made me feel close to Nathan that I was getting fucked by the same guy who had fucked him. I wanted the same sperm that had been inside of Nathan to be inside of me. "Yeah. You fucked him yet?" "Not yet." "Too bad. You're in for a treat. He's got an amazing ass. Anyway, the four of us ended up at a sex club that night. First time I had been to one. And I was like thirty-eight! Like a kid in a candy store -- we were all naked, sharing a room, doing lines of tina and I was getting to fuck everybody I saw." He continued. "We must have been there for 36 hours or something. I lost track of time and how many guys I stuck my cock in to." "Sounds fun," I said. I figured that Nathan and Sean had been poz by then. I wondered if Eli got to fuck them raw. But he always fucked raw. And high on crystal, of course they were barebacking. "Yeah. Took me a few days to recover from that. And almost as soon as I had recovered from the crystal crash, I came down with a wicked case of the flu." "That what I think it was?" "I still don't know for sure. But yeah. A few weeks later, Javi got sick as well. We'd been fucking the entire time. And fucking raw. Javi got tested first." "Poz?" I asked. "Of course. Then I got tested. Poz as well." "How did it feel? To be poz?" "Scary, of course. I was still occasionally fucking my girlfriend. And of course, we never used rubbers, since she was on the pill. And I was still hiding all of the sex I was having with guys. There were a lot of guys to hide. And a hell of a lot of sex. But it was liberating. I didn't worry about sex any more. All bareback. All the time. Javi and I would get tweaked up, go to a bathhouse or sex party, and fuck every bottom we could find." "Like me?" I asked. "Oh fuck yeah. Especially white muscle bottoms. Had you been there, I'd have fucked you into next week." He slammed his cock into me again, letting know just how forceful he could be. I realized that so far today, he had been holding back on me. As he pounded me harder and deeper, he was also getting more intimate and close. Part of this was just him telling me about his life, how he had come out, started partying and then gotten pozzed up. But, the crystal was also important in helping us get to this point. However, most critical thing was the act of having sex, the act of barebacking. The act of me letting him insert a part of his body into my, and sharing the closeness was it. If there had been any barrier at all, even just a thin rubber sheath between us, it would have been different. It would have been an impersonal and unpleasant intrusion into my body, more a medical procedure than sex. Him sharing his cock and story with me was nothing short of magical. "You really want my seed?" he asked. "My bugged up sperm?" "Yeah, I do," I said. "Absolutely. You think you got it from Nathan? Or someone else." I wasn't sure which one I wanted the answer to be. I wanted to be closer to Nathan in any way that I could. But there was an itch also driving my desires and actions. I wanted more loads, from more guys. I wanted as much as I could get. I wanted every load to be infected, every load carrying a different strain. Every load would have evolved through so many varied and diverse men, until finally it reached me and infected me. "You're way spun, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah, I am." I had to agree -- I don't think I had ever been that high before. "Hot," he said. "Something really satisfying about shooting my poz load in a tweaked up white bro." He slammed his cock in and out, letting me feel every veiny inch of his massive tool. "Then watching them try to keep my toxic sperm in their holes. You going to hold it for me, boy?" "Yes, of course man." It just seemed appropriate for Eli to hold his cum as long as I could. It was appropriate for every man. "Good boy. Tell me what you want again." "I want your jizz. I want your infected, HIV-laden sperm." I lost any sense of personhood, and was begging him for his dirty cum. "Please, man. Give it to me, Eli." Eli's thrusts were getting harder, more intense, and as impossible as it seemed, I felt his cock firm up and lengthen in my hole. I knew he was getting close. "Please, man. Breed me. FUCKING BREED ME MAN," I begged him. "Yeah, boy, take my dick scum," he moaned, as he slammed his cock into my hole. Deep inside my body, his cock pulsed and pumped, and I got the start of another load of sperm shot right in my hole. That was only the first spurt of several; as his orgasm continued his cock continued to pump out shot after shot of thick, white cream. As his ejaculate filled my hole, it lubricated each of his thrusts. The slippery hole let him fuck me harder, which, in turn, made him cum more. It seemed like several minutes passed before this virtuous cycle of sexual escalation finally came to a halt. His balls were totally drained. "Fuck yeah, boy. I needed that. And I think you needed it as well." "Of course. Thank-you Eli," I said. He collapsed on top of me, his sweaty, muscular body pressed against me. He moved around and started to kiss me. "My pleasure, boy," he said, between deep kisses. "We should do this again soon." We lay there, together, his still-hard cock in my ass, his tongue in my mouth, and we could enjoy each other fully. I was happy and had long ago stopped worrying about the time. Eventually, his cock softened more, and it popped out of my hole. He shifted slightly in order to look at his watch. "Damn. Need to get going." "Too bad. That was nice. Really nice." I wanted Nathan to come in, and join us. I wanted Nathan to watch me get fucked by Eli, then have Nate slide his cock into my spermy ass. I wanted Sean to join us, and add another load from his cock. And I wanted all of us to share the pipe, and then start another intense round of breeding my tender, negative hole. "Well, Nathan knows how to find me," he said. He lifted himself off of me. I was about to get up, but he put a hand on my lower back. "Stay there. I want you to keep my swimmers inside you." I didn't need to be told twice, but still turned my head so I could watch him get dressed. The most difficult step seemed to be him forcing his still-firm cock into the too-small pouch of his underwear. Once that was done, he dressed quickly, throwing on his sweats and tank top. "Be good. Or have fun. And take some pictures for me," he said. "But I bet Nathan has that covered." He obviously knew about Nathan and the cameras. Eli gathered up his various supplies, party and otherwise and put them in his backpack. "See you soon, I hope," I said. He quietly slipped out the door, leaving me in the dimly lit room. I had only his massive load in my ass to remember him by.

PART 2 [Above: My ass in December 2012, waiting for anonymous dick to deposit a fresh strain of POZ cum.] After showering, I returned to Jake and Trey's living room. They already had a third guy there -- a very handsome dude, a little younger than me, smoking the pipe while Trey sucked his fat dick. "Hey, boy," said Jake. "Meet Beau. I told him that we had a neg hole all hopped up on Tina, and he came right over. Let's just say that he's gonna play a very important role in your pozzing tonight. You wanna tell him why, Beau?" "Sure," said Beau, right after blowing out a giant cloud of white smoke. "Around this time last year, Jake and Trey pumped me full of their sweet poz strain, and I got knocked up with the bug I'd been craving. Since then, I haven't gone on any meds, and my viral load is pretty fuckin' high. I love sharing my virus with boys like you, and especially with boys not like you -- boys who think I'm a neg total top, and trust me to destroy their perfect neg fuckholes with my poison shaft." "Trey and I are on meds," Jake explained. "So we're practically shooting blanks. But Beau here, he can do some serious damage to your immune system. Tell me, then: do you want this stud to fuck you after Trey and I have wrecked your neg hole?" "Yes. I want his unmedicated poz load," I said. Beau smiled. "I think we've got a good boy on our hands." "We definitely have a good boy on our hands," Jake replied. Then he motioned me over to the couch. "Sit down here, boy. Spread your legs. We're going to do a few things to help your cunt get even hungrier." I eagerly walked over to the couch, the Tina still making my head buzz after those first few hits almost an hour before. Jake lit up the pipe, took a giant hit, and blew it in my mouth. Then he handed the pipe and the lighter to me. "Here boy -- I'll teach you. Hold the flame right under the T," he said to me. "See that smoke coming out the top? That's when you start your slow inhale. Slow. Keep it slow. No, keep inhaling. Don't stop. Good boy." They watched me take four giant hits. Then I handed the pipe to Trey and lay back on the couch, lifting my legs to expose my hungry jockhole. "Oh, that's pretty," Beau said, smiling. "I can't wait to destroy that thing." Meanwhile, Jake was dipping his finger into a small plastic bag. He applied a little lube to my hole -- again, those fingers brushing against my cunt drove me wild -- and then he shoved into me with the finger that had been in the bag. There was a sharp pain, followed by a sudden warmth as he roughly rubbed the inside of my hole. Then my cunt relaxed, opened up, and began eagerly swallowing up that finger, then two, then three, with no pain -- just total eagerness for this man to use my butt however he wanted. Jake laughed. "Thatta boy," he said. "Jesus. I can feel this pussy getting hungrier by the second." Then he stood up, his dick looking even bigger, its curve pointing to his steady stream of precum. "You want this poz dick, boy? It's so ready to invade your neg cunt." "Fuck yes," I replied. "Please. Please give me your poz cock. I want to be just like you. I want you to mark me. Infect me. Please, please, please poz me." "You want my strain? Beau here has my strain. You like my strain, Beau?" "Fuckin' A," Beau said. "I'm so proud to carry your strain, and pass it on to every boy I can seduce with T and breed full of my virus." Jake knelt down between my legs, placing the head of his dick against the entrance to my hole. "You feel that, boy? That's my poz cock," he said. "Feel it?" "Oh fuck yeah, I feel it," I replied, squirming with total hunger for this man to transform me into a poz dickpig. "This is the point of no return, buddy. Once I'm inside, you're getting pozzed. In fact, even if I don't shoot a big wad, I'll still be dripping my precum the whole time, lubing you up with my virus. You ready?" "Yes, I'm ready." "Ready for what?" "To get pozzed. To feel your poz dick in me. To beg for your poz cum." He smiled. "You're such a good fuckin' boy." Then his fat mushroom head squeezed into my throbbing, partied-up fuckhole, and I moaned from the sense of total freedom as I surrendered my defenseless cunt to this sexy, hairy, muscular man with the studcock primed to alter me forever. "Moaning like a bitch already," he said. "We'll have you whimpering before long. Just whimpering like a cum-starved poz pig boy with a hole dripping cum and maybe a little bit of blood. Because this cunt is getting wrecked, I promise you." That's when he shoved the rest of his fat dick inside me. My hole swallowed it eagerly, and even in my pain I smiled. I had surrendered. I had taken the step. I couldn't turn back. I belonged to him. "Feels like home, boy. You were made for this. This is what your hole was meant to do." "Yes," I moaned. "This is all I ever wanted. Thank you." "Don't thank me yet. Thank me when you've got a gut full of my poz DNA." He pushed my knees back to my shoulders, squatted so that his cock was positioned directly above my wide-open hole, and began pounding. Just pounding it. Owning it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I could almost hear the delicate tissues in my fuckhole getting shredded with this man's cock. He didn't last long. As I watched his muscular chest flex with every thrust, and his abs tighten each time his shaft drove all the way inside me, I could hear his breath grow shorter, his body beginning to shake with an intense need to release. "Tell me what you want, boy," he said. "Tell me now." "I want your poz cum, you fucking stud. Poz me." "What was that?" "I said PLEASE FUCKING POZ ME. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Fuck you, faggot. You didn't. Ever. Have. A. CHOICE." At that, his whole body went into a powerful convulsion as he plunged his cock even deeper. The muscles in his stomach spasmed repeatedly, and he grunted and growled with each pulsation of his stud-dick as he emptied a ballsac full of poz sperm inside my neg guts. Beau laughed. "Congratulations, boy," he said to me. "You are now officially a pig. Hungry for more?" "Yes, please. Please more poz seed. Please." "That's good," Beau replied. "Because that wasn't really a choice, either. But first, you're going to do what a true bottom does, and clean off the cock that just pounded your guts full of sweet poz cum." At that moment, Jake pulled out, and his dick glistened with the deathseed he'd just injected into my hole. I eagerly scrambled to the ground and wrapped my mouth around it, slurping greedily to taste this man's toxic DNA and worship his perfect boy-wrecking dick. "Jesus, he's a good boy," said Jake. As I knelt on the ground, carefully cleaning off my man's dick, I felt something slightly prickly press against the inside of my warm, wet cumhole. "Just hold still," said Trey. "I'm just rubbing the inside of your cunt with a toothbrush. Brushing some of that poz jizz up inside you, giving you little abrasions so that you can welcome more poz spunk into your bloodstream." Hearing that, I arched my back to spread my hole a little wider, allowing the toothbrush to plunge deeper inside my cum-soaked cunt. Seeing that, Jake whistled. "Jesus," he said. "I'd say we've created a pig. And trust me when I say this: this night is going to get much, much wilder. Just wait to see what fuckin' nasty surprises we have waiting for you." I glanced over at Beau, who was busy at work under the desklamp. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but it looked like he was carefully measuring T into little vials. Jake grabbed my head, turned it back in his direction, and impaled my mouth on his beautiful giftgiving cock. "Don't worry about what's next," he said to me. "Just worship my poz cock like a grateful faggot who knows his place." "Thank you," I murmured, as I plunged my hungry mouth down on his poz dick over and over again, with blood and cum oozing out of my partied-up hole. MORE SOON...

Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale - “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it in, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. I woke up early the next morning, a bit worse for the wear, and started to get everything prepared. Miguel and Los Chicos both had their tasks, and around noon I had a couple of the enforcers escort me back to the room where we would meet the guards when needed. The guard who was there when Humberto came was waiting, along with three large boxes. I paid him as agreed, he asked for a bonus, so I told him I would meet him there in three days if he wanted to fuck again. As much as the pig inside of me wanted more cum, my mind was too busy focusing on the evening’s gathering. Back in our section of the prison I had had a couple large tables set up on the second floor for our enforcers and Miguel and Los Chicos were busy setting out dinner plates and glasses. Real ones, not the broken plastic stuff everyone usually ate off. Upstairs I set our table up the same way and as the afternoon wore on more deliveries and helpers arrived and by dusk, everything was ready. I found Santos standing at the top of the stairs, looking around in confusion. “What the fuck is all this?” he asked as I went over to him. “I knew the gang leaders were coming to dinner, but this?” he noted as he pointed at the dishes, and other new additions to our dining room. I shrugged, gave him a grin, and said, “Well, I figured we have a lot to be thankful for and I especially want to show them my appreciation. Anyways, no time to chat, there is a clean shirt for you on the bed, time to get changed as our guests will be here soon.” While Santos went to change, I went downstairs, found Santos’ top Lieutenant, and made sure he knew what to do and had everything they would need. He thanked me again and I rushed back upstairs, told Miguel and Los Chicos it was time to go down with the others, but to first wait at the stairs for our guest as I ran to join Santos and change. Santos was just putting on his new, white shirt. I whistled at him, he smiled, pulled me close to him, and gave me a long, passionate kiss. I pulled away and asked him to please go out and greet our guests. Just as I came back, Sancho, the leader of Control Machete was arriving and as he greeted Santos, he handed him a large bottle of his favorite tequila. “Very nice,” Sancho said as he looked around, “I’m glad I dressed for the part. I must admit I did not expect something so nice. Knowing Los Chicos were helping I thought I would be lucky to get some fried plantains!” His laughter helped Santos relax and we were soon joined by David, the head of Calle 18, and Sagastume Fajardo of MS-13. When the leader of MS-13 arrived he pulled me to the side and said, “Well done. Does he know? No? Good.” Everyone soon had a drink and were making small talk, a scene like one would find in any happy home, ours just happened to be a dangerous prison. Soon dinner was ready, everyone took their seats, and a couple of the men from the Mercado that I had hired to cook a special meal for us and the men downstairs began to bring out the food – a special roasted pork leg, tamales, rice, beans, and some fresh seafood. The skin of the pork was left on during the roasting, making a local delicacy called “chicharron”, and the three gang leaders seemed like little children as they argued who would get the biggest piece. Dinner went on without a hitch and for desert I handed out some cigars for the men to enjoy. “Thank you all for coming this evening,” I said. “I know this is a bit unusual, but I wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you have done for me and I look forward to a profitable relationship. Oh, and there is one more thing. I understand today is Santos’ birthday and wanted to make sure he had a special day!” As Santos looked at me, he actually blushed, he then glared at the leader of MS-13 who shrugged, and the others laughed and wished him well. Right then the guys in the kitchen brought out a birthday cake and all of the men laughed and whooped and Santos blushed even more. About two weeks after Santos’ birthday dinner, the leader of MS-13 stopped by. He sent Los Chicos downstairs and stationed two of his men at the top of the stairs to keep anyone out as he pushed me into the back bedroom where he began to get undressed. “You have kept me waiting too long mi AIDs mujer. Your fucking gringo pussy has been missing my gangbanger dick hasn’t it? That culo needs to used right. I love mi hermano, but Santos is, say, umm, he is reluctant to give you the fuck I know you need, that merciless fuck that only MS-13 can give. If Santos were not my brother, I would have you with me. I would use you every day so that my dick here got the attention it deserves. As that can’t be, Santos has agreed to let me spend some time with you, to work out my frustrations, to be your marido for the day when I need. To let you please me, serve me, bleed for me. What do you think about that you fucking gringo fresa?” The tone of the gang leader’s voice had changed from one of half-hearted teasing, to a demand, as had his touch. Where a moment ago he was gently holding his arm around me, he now pushed me roughly down onto the bed, pulled my pants down and tried to force himself up my dry hole. He was too big, my ass too dry, so he flipped me over, straddled me and said, “SPIT ON IT! AGAIN! MAKE IT WET, BECAUSE THAT IS ALL THE LUBE YOU’RE GETTING! That’s it, wet it up.” The MS-13 gang leader then mounted me rough and hard, my screams buried in the pillow he pulled tight against my face as he fucked with every force of his being. Once spent inside me, he laid on the bed, holding me tight against his sweat drenched body, his red covered dick leaving little war paint marks across our bodies before he began to kiss me like a dying man on his last breath. His stuble scratched, my lips felt smashed as he filled my mouth with his tongue and spit, his hardening dick letting me know he was ready for more and this time any noise I would have made was lost in his eager mouth over mine. Satisfied again, the leader of MS-13 lay on his back, his chest still heaving as he fought to catch his breath from the work out. I was a bit dizzy myself from the fuck, but felt an intense satisfaction in a way I had not before. It was unsettling, and so I got up, and stepped out to the other room to get his cigarettes and some liquor. He sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. Fuck he was sexy! I handed him a drink then reached down and hefted his semi-hard dick. He put the cigarette between his teeth, turned my face to his and said, “See how I marked you? Dime lo que quieres. Tell me what you want.” This was not an order, more of a plea, and I shared with him my deepest, darkest, desires. It had been several weeks since the leader of MS-13 started spending part or most of a day with me once a week. Our sessions became more extreme I guess as he was true to his word and gave me total, no holds barred fuck downs as we explored all aspects of our sexual interests and desires. Santos always seemed eager for me to tell him about these sessions as he fucked me that night, working his gang brother’s cum and piss deeper into my ass walls. I had also started to develop a craving for both their piss and Santos happily fed me. For me it was just one more way I could please him, take him, make him part of me. I had just seen my M-13 AIDs husband the day before, when one of his men found me and told me he wanted to see me that night and that I should be ready at 9:00 and he would come back and escort me. We never did our sessions at night as that was my time with Santos, but he had been sent the same message it appeared as he came to me and said, “Don’t worry. I have some other business to take care of this evening anyways. I’ll see you when you get home.” I got cleaned up, and while I waited opened one of the good bottles of Guaro that I now kept in stock and hit it hard. At 9:05, four members of the MS-13 gang arrived and escorted me to meet their leader. We went through several sections, all of which were locked and the guy in front used a key to let us from one to the other, and finally we descended a crumbling set of stairs into a dark and stifling hot set of rooms that were lit only by a bare bulb hanging from a frayed wire at the bottom of the stairs. The leader of MS-13 was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, coated in sweat, his musk filling my nostrils as I wanted to bend over right there for him. “Tonight your payment is due,” the leader of MS-13 said in a low and sinister voice. I knew this day would come, but guess I did not expect it so soon. “While you have been given certain considerations because of our gang brother, it is now time to decide whether or not you wish to be our brother in your own right. Normally, the ritual for such acceptance is to be jumped in. The brothers would beat you, but at the request of my fellow leaders, we have agreed on another option. Instead, you will be sexed in like a woman, by 13 gangbangers. Don’t misunderstand. The commitment is the same to us and you will not be thought of any less. This is an honor, one being presented to you alone. What is also different is this will not be just MS-13. There are members here from Calle 18 and Control Machete. You would become a brother to all.” The only sounds in the room were the shuffling of some feet and the loud beating of my heart, the only light being cast from the cigarettes being smoked and the lonely bulb. “What do you say?” the leader of MS-13 asked. I had decided this already and was sure. My life now, and in the future was with Santos. “I agree,” I said as he slapped me on the shoulder, nodded, and before he proceeded up the stairs he paused and whispered into my ear, “Everyone of them has AIDs – a special gift from me to you.” Someone turned on a radio, the gangbanger who had come to pick me up grabbed the back of my neck, looked at me and said, “Time to get the party started mi hermano – well you’re not a brother yet, you’re still a fresa, a little gringo fag, but when we are done, you will be our hermano.” My private sessions with the leader of MS-13, and my Friday night fuck fests with the AIDs bunch, had prepared me well, and the gangbangers were gentleman rapists. I was afraid of being punched or hurt like that, but beyond a little slapping and choking, all it was was rough, hardcore, bareback fucking. No lube, no spit, no foreplay, just raw slam fucking by gangbangers who were all very well hung. I think that was how they were chosen in part as there was not a little dick among them. While 13 gangbangers were supposed to fuck me for my initiation, I did not understand until I saw the same partially toothless smile hovering over me as he unloaded in my ass that they were each going to shoot multiple loads. The fucking went on for literally hours and I was bruised and scraped up from being pushed and fucked against the wall, the floors, and was covered in cum, sweat, and piss. My ass was throbbing and sore and I could honestly say I did not want any more dick. I was face down on the floor having just taken another load of cum, followed by a stream of steaming piss on my face and into my open mouth. The gangbanger stopped, and I waited for the next fuck. No one got on me, so I rolled over and wiped the piss off my eyes, wondering if I was done. I then noticed the shadow of a man standing against the far wall, the glow of a lit cigarette in his hand. I waited and as he put the cigarette up to his lips and inhaled I gasped in surprise and shock. IT WAS SANTOS! I didn’t move, suddenly afraid as Santos put out the cigarette and walked over to me. I looked at up Santos, his body cast in shadows from the lone light bulb and noticed his dick was raging hard. He kneeled beside me, rubbed my head, and said with such emotion in his voice, “Oh mi mujer! What you have done! What you have sacrificed! What you have committed too! Oh mi mujer, your night is not over yet, I AM NUMBER 13!!!” Santos rolled me back onto my stomach, he pulled his pants down, and completed my gangbanger initiation. That night Santos let loose and was wilder than he had ever been. He told me over and over how much he loved me, needed me, and we would be together forever now, then he would give me another load of cum, one of several before he was spent and we made our way back up the crumbling stairs, his arm around me, and the MS-13 enforcers escorted us home. As soon as we entered our section of the prison, Santos’ men surrounded us, congratulating me, and him, and a few even made grabs at my abused ass. While his men and ‘gang’ of enforcers were all supposed to be free of any gang allegiance, it was the world they all came from and it still pulled at them. I was aware of how I must smell or look, but they did not seem to mind and for the first time I felt accepted in a way I had not before. By the next morning word had spread as Miguel and Los Chicos could talk about nothing else at breakfast. The details of my initiation were a sworn secret, but as I did not look beat up, they knew something else had happened. I also received visits and congratulations that morning from the leaders of the three gangs and soon everything was back to normal. The only physical reminder of that night is the tattoo that I was given by order of the three gang leaders to represent my brotherhood to all three. Just above my belly button I now have a black and white prison tat with two machetes crossing forming a splayed X. On the right machete blade is the stylized text ‘X3’ for MS-13, and on the left the text ‘X8’, for Calle 18. The tattoo hurt fucking worse than anything and I must have drank two bottles of tequila while getting it. Life has settled into a comfortable, yet never boring routine. The following months after my initiation brought new challenges getting the stores up and running how I wanted, but I have figured out how everything works now, who is an honest trader, who is not, how to keep the guards on our side (letting them fuck me on a regular basis helps) and more, and am making a nice profit. Los Chicos are doing well, both speaking English pretty fluently now, and while Armando had a couple bad spells where he got really sick, now that I have money coming in I have bought him some medicines that helped. Miguel is well and is growing into a solid man and leader, but all he can talk about is when we move to our house in the country and can buy a cow. Santos had to find some new enforcers when two of his old ones were caught stealing drugs, and other typical prison stuff, including a small riot started by a group of new MS-13 members and once again Santos saved a lot of lives. Every Friday is still our ‘fuck night’ as Santos takes me to our playroom and watches me get fucked by whatever AIDs fuckers or nasty dicked top he has lined up. I still see the leader of MS-13 at least once a week and sex with him continues to be wild, hot, and nasty! David and I have played a few more times but I have still not played with Sancho, although he did come to watch Los Chicos and me again. Well cousin, that is my life in San Pedro Sula Prison. We survive day by day and minute by minute but we hope that in 5-years, if not sooner, Santos will be set free and then he and I will move to the coast where we will open a little store for me, bar for him, and of course will buy a cow for Miguel.

Chapter 8: Miguel’s Breeding and My AIDs Fuck-fest - I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon. The next few days were busy as I finished lining things up and by the end of the week was ready. Friday morning started as usual with breakfast with Santos, Miguel, and Los Chicos. Miguel and Los Chicos had settled into an uneasy co-existence, well really Miguel was uneasy. Nothing seemed to faze Erazo and Armando and they seemed to enjoy teasing Miguel and pushing his buttons as he could not hide his annoyance very well. That morning’s issue appeared to be them asking why he did not like to fuck with them when they fucked me, they had enough for him too, and so on. Santos and I had decided in advance to change things up that day, and it was a good thing we did. As breakfast wound down Santos said to Los Chicos, “Today, you will come with me. I need you to help me and we have some things to prepare for this afternoon’s meeting. Miguel, you stay here.” Miguel looked a little crestfallen, but as soon as Santos and Los Chicos left, I turned to Miguel, “I asked Santos to take them today,” I said to him, “I wanted to spend the day with you. I have not seen you enough these past few days and know things have been a little crazy. Come, Santos shot a big load in me just before breakfast, you want to work it in for me?” Miguel happily followed me to my bedroom and began to eat my ass out. He was a little cum hound who liked nothing better than to lap loads out of my ass, well I guess he liked fucking even more. Once had had my hole nice and relaxed and slicked up, Miguel had me get doggy style with my chest down, ass up, he then stepped up onto the bed and filled my ass with his nice uncut dick. The boy’s dick felt so good and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his deep breeding. “Don’t go yet little brother,” I told Miguel once he had finished and pulled out. Santos and I had decided that if Miguel was going to be a true part of the family, he should be bred by us and joined to us with our infections. The thought of Santos fucking him did not bother me surprisingly, but Santos said I should be the first as Miguel was closer to me. I did not even know if Miguel had ever been fucked, but time to find out. I had Miguel kneel on the edge of the bed as I got behind him and gently licked at his ass. He flinched a little at first like he was not used to the sensation, then relaxed, and soon I had my tongue buried in his funky hole. Ass was not my thing at all, but for some reason with Miguel I was so turned on. I stood up, rubbed my hands up and down Miguel’s back, rubbed his ass, gently rubbed a finger around his hole while I licked on his balls, which made him squirm, moan, and his little brown ass quiver. I licked his ass a little more, stood back up, and placed the head of my dick between his cheeks at his waiting hole. Miguel was almost shaking now, from fear or excitement I don’t know. I began to gently push my dick into Miguel’s ass and he immediately pulled away. I pulled him back, rubbed his back and ass with my hands, “It’s OK mi hermano, we don’t have to do this. But I would like to fuck you and you know how good it feels for me when you fuck me, I want to share that with you too. Do you want me to stop? Do you want to have something to drink, I can get the Guaro for you?” Miguel’s voice was soft and tentative when he said, “No… I mean yes…I…please fuck me.” That’s all I needed, so I firmly grabbed Miguel by his hips and lined my dick back up with his hole. I leaned forward so I could wrap my left arm around his chest and with my right hand reached underneath him and stroked his dick. Miguel was hard and his dick was drooling, so after a few strokes I began to push my dick through his outer ring. Miguel’s back arched, his whole body tensed, “Shhhh my hermano, it’s ok, it’s ok, I’ll go slow. Just relax, breathe, that’s it relax, feel me push in just a little more. That’s good, push your hole open for me like you have to shit, come on now, so fucking tight! Tell me what you want mi hermano, tell me what you need!” Miguel’s voice was sure now as he begged, “OH PLEASE FUCK ME, I WANT YOU, FUCK ME PLEASE, PLEASE…” I continued my slow and steady push and was soon buried in Miguel’s ass. His hole was hot, pulsing, trying to milk me as I continued to hold him and began to move my hips back and forth, working my dick in and out of his virgin hole. “You want my cum little brother? Want me to fuck you? God damn you got a nice hole, I’m going to give you my cum, make you a true part of our family now, you want my AIDs in you, tell me Miguel, you want to be with me and Santos forever? Huh…..of shit…….grrrr…..fuck boy……yeah…..ahhhh yeah….AAAAAAHHHHHH YEEEAAHHH!!!!” I blew my charged load up Miguel’s ass, shot after shot and my orgasm went on and on. Finally I was done breeding him, and slowly eased my softening dick out of his ass. Miguel immediately turned around and started to suck it clean, making me jump and squirm as I was so sensitive. I had to push him off and said, “You got to give me a minute, fuck – just a minute.” Miguel anxiously licked his lips and I then let him finish sucking me dry and cleaning me. I sat beside him on the bed, Miguel was smiling wide and he was all fidgety, his dick was ready to go and was streaming pre-cum. “Miguel, this – what we did – is just between us – you, me, and Santos. I won’t do this with Los Chicos, only you, understand? They are not family. We don’t ever have to do this again, only if you want to. If you do, and then if someday you are ready, Santos will fuck you too and I don’t mind. OK?” Miguel just nodded, licked his lips again, then pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me again as it appeared the fuck I gave him recharged his batteries and he gave me load number two. The rest of the day was spent preparing for the afternoon’s meeting. I was scheduled to go before El Capo – The Boss – and the leaders of the three gangs in the prison to make my offer for the empty store space in the Mercado, along with anyone else who planned to make a bid. I was not nervous at all and although I knew nothing was a sure thing, I felt confidant that things would work out. At 3:00 p.m. Santos arrived with several of his enforcers, all of whom were armed, and Miguel and I joined them as we were led to a section of the prison I had never been to before. Each gang controlled their own area, and when I did not see any prisoners along the way Santos said that he had sent a group of his enforcers ahead to clear the way. The room we were going to was a sort of buffer zone/no man’s land that the gangs now used for meetings of the leaders and other things. Santos and his enforcers made sure no one else was armed and that the peace was kept. The rooms we entered seemed to be in an old part of the prison, with large, heavy wood doors, large windows partially covered by leafy trees. Santos had Miguel and I sit and he and two of his men entered the room next door and closed the door behind them. A few minutes later Santos came out and told me I could go in. When I entered I was surprised to see only three men sitting there; David, the leader of Calle 18; Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros (or leader) of MS-13 in all of San Pedro Sula; and Sancho, the uncle of the leaders of Control Machete and grandfather of Erazo, one of our Los Chicos. I was surprised to see him and he was the first to speak with a wave of his hand, “Yes, I expect you have not heard. After hearing from my friends here, I decided my nephews were not quite ready to run things so they have decided to take a nice vacation back in the country.” How do you take a vacation from prison? I did not ask and also wondered why Santos or Los Chicos had not mentioned this. David then spoke and said, “You are here to make an offer to become a merchant in the Mercado correct? As the decision is ours, El Capo will do as we say, so we saw no need to involve him or others. Please, let us hear your offer.” I explained to the three gang leaders my plan which was simply I would take over the three ownerless shops as having one person own and run all three would create greater stability – and profit – for everyone. I planned to represent each gang in my stores, so Los Chicos would run and manage the one store for the small shampoos and liquors and other items I had already secured a supply chain for. Another would be used for the sale and repair of small electronics like cell radios, watches, and such that I had identified a gang member from Calle 18 to run and manage who had the skills, but not the funding or place to work. Finally, the third store I would hire someone from MS-13 and enforcers from Santos crew to staff and manage a little bank of sorts. A place to exchange cash from the outside for tradable goods on the inside like cigarettes at a rate agreed on by all of the gangs. I was not looking to get into loans or other things they already were handling, just to provide a way for those with little money to get something they could truly use in the prison. I was prepared to give $2,000 cash now for the lease to the stores, I would invest another $1,000 in start up costs, goods, materials, bribes to the guards etc…. and of course I would pay the standard fees back to El Capo and the gangs. The three gang leaders spoke quietly for a moment then the leader of MS-13 said, “You understand this is a most unusual request, but you are a most unusual ‘prisoner’ here.” They all laughed as he continued, “We have all agreed that things had to change as you saw, and there had to be a better way to live and run things here. The Mercado continues to be a challenge at times, but we each appreciate your willingness to make sure each gang is involved and we will support you in this. But, understand it is still not safe for you in many areas of the prison. You cannot go to the Mercado, the risk is too high and I know you would not to ask others from Santos’s crew to risk themselves to try to protect you.” “I understand,” I said, “And agree and Miguel will be one connection to the shops, in addition I will purchase cell phones for us, and I will meet with the staff from each store in our area of the prison each morning so I can manage from there. I am confidant this will work and thank you and tomorrow night I would like to invite all of you to our area for dinner, I have a special surprise for everyone and hope you can make it.” When I went back to the outer room, Santos was casually sitting in a chair in his usual pose, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding a cigarette. Miguel was anxiously pacing and came rushing over, “So, what did they say? Do we get them? When do we start? How much did you have to pay?” Santos had put his cigarette out, came over, put his arm around me, “Take it easy on Little Papi, let him speak.” I told them everything was settled and we can open the stores as soon as we line up our stock, staff, repaint and make some other repairs and upgrades, so soon. I also asked Miguel if he would be my assistant, as I needed someone I could count on to be my eyes and ears for all three stores since I could not be there and to be there to help me and the store staff as needed. Miguel jumped around with excitement and started babbling on about all the things he wanted to sell, or buy, or make as we began to walk back to our section of the prison. Santos walked with his arm around, he squeezed me tight and said, “I knew you could do it Little Papi. I think we need to celebrate tonight! I know tomorrow you want to do something for us, but tell me mi mujer, my wife, what can your husband do for you tonight?” Santos had a nasty gleam in his eye when he said that, so we stopped, I whispered in his ear what he wanted, he smiled, nodded, and sent of one of his enforcers to begin making arrangements. That evening after dinner, Santos took me to what I now called our playroom. We stopped in the hallway as his men closed the outer door and we were alone. “You know how much it turns me on to see you be a bug chaser for me Little Papi. I love knowing you have infected cum in your ass waiting for me, seeing you taking infected dick, knowing that I am with you always from my breedings. Here, have some of this good Guaro, and let’s have some fun.” I took several big swallows, felt the burn kick in, but before we went on, Santos reached into his back pocket and pulled out the same toothbrush he had used on my ass before. I continued to drink and felt the liquor kick in as I bent over and Santos prepped my hole the way he wanted. I was already infected, but was willing to do anything to please my husband. When he was satisfied, we then entered the back room and Santos had not disappointed me. Sitting around in various states of undress were several men including The Goat, the guy with the lesions on his legs, a few others I had seen and fucked with over the course of the past months, all together, all partying and having fun, and all ready to make me their AIDs filled hole. I looked at Santos whose tear drop tat his cheek danced in excitement as he smiled and nodded at each. He handed me the Guaro, slapped my ass and said, “Go on Little Papi. They are here for you. Don’t worry, I am always near by.” Santos pulled a chair over to a darkened corner where he had the best view of the dirty mattress in the middle of the floor, lit up a cigarette, and sat back to enjoy the show. I was immediately surrounded by horny, AIDs filled, gangbanger dick, all wanting a hole, and I was happy to give it to them. The Goat’s dick was even nastier then before, the skinny guy with the lesions looked even sicker, the rest were no better. One of the new guys sucked me off while I got fucked, I took spit in my mouth, piss, and loads in my ass from each of their dicks. I was in pig heaven, or should I say bug chaser heaven!!! As they finished up and were fully satisfied, they left, the whole while Santos sat casually in his chair smoking, watching, not saying a word. Then we were alone once more. Santos came and kneeled beside me as I lay covered in infected cum and juices on the filthy little mattress. He rubbed my head like he always did, which soothed me, “Little Papi, did you enjoy that? Hmm? I could see you did. I did too! Fuck mi mujer! Seeing you take all that infected banger dick. Look how hard you have made me?” I could now see a large dark stain on the leg of his jeans where Santos’ dick had precummed and marked his excitement. “But we have one more old friend who wishes to say hi and should be here soon. While we wait, drink up and let me make sure you still ready.” After a fresh scrubbing of the toothbrush in my hole, I gently sat back down, my ass feeling the effect of all that dick and Santos’ heavy handed work. Santos sat beside me, lit a cigarette, and I reached over to free his dick, “No Little Papi, it’s not time yet.” I was disappointed, so satisfied myself with kissing his naked torso and tasting his sweat. One of his crew opened the door and in came two more men. The first I recognized, it was Oscar, the banger with the bull tattoo and a rough fucker. The first time he fucked me Santos said he was, “…a total culero, or someone who fucks the ass, and his dick is scarred and nasty from all the shit he’s got and he can’t wait to breed you.” The other I did not know, but we was one of the largest men I had seen here in prison, taller, thicker built, meaner looking if possible. Santos stood up, greeted both men, I downed the rest of the bottle knowing I would need it. Pulling his t-shirt off the back of the chair, Santos knelt beside me again and said, “Si Little Papi, you know how Oscar likes it. You will have my t-shirt over your face and do not touch him. I’ll be back in a while.” The room got much warmer as the liquor kicked fully in and my breath was stifled from the cotton shirt over my face. I heard the door open and close, the sound of clothes being taken off and some Spanish before a large hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. I got on to my hands and knees and crawled a few feet on the concrete floor. One of the chairs was moved, then my head was lifted up a little as I was positioned between someone’s legs, the cotton t-shirt lifted slightly and a big, long dick slapped me in the face. I opened my mouth, the man laughed, and continued to swing his dick hard against my face, first one side, then the other. There was a slight gap where the t-shirt was over my eyes, so by looking down I could see the chair and his thick, muscled legs. Must be the new guy and I tilted my head to get a better look at the dick and him, but was slapped on the back of the head by Oscar, so put my head back down and left my mouth open as the new guy continued to slap my face with his big dick. He seemed to be about as big as Santos, and as thick as Oscar, so knew I would feel him for sure. The uneven texture of the concrete floor was like sandpaper on my knees, but I was afraid to say anything as he continued slapping my face and lips with his dick, each stroke harder than the last. When his cock was fully hard he pushed it into my waiting mouth and put his hand on the back of my head and made me try to swallow him whole. While Santos enjoyed the occasional rough throat fuck, he preferred my ass, most guys here seem to, so I had not had a lot of experience sucking dick lately, especially one so large, but I tried. He shifted his hips forward in the chair, I opened my jaws as wide as I could, and choked, gagged, and sniffled as he fed me his dick, which had clearly not been washed in many days and tasted like dirty ass, piss, stale cum, sweat, and who knew what else. As I was shifting the angle of my neck, Oscar kicked my legs apart, ran his thick fingers and up and down my slick crack, then jammed two of them in, pulled them out, then jammed in three, worked them around side to side, then pulled them out. Just like before, Oscar slam fucked me on his way in, any objection I had muffled by the new guy’s dick. Oscar went balls deep, forcing me wide open for his nasty dick, thrust several times, pulled out, stuck his fingers back in my hole and worked them around then slammed them back in opening my cum filled ass up just the way he wanted. I was so loaded with cum my hole made wet slurping sounds with every thrust and both men seemed to like that. While Oscar fucked, the new guy continued to work his dick down my throat, my spit and snot now coating him in a slimey layer, lubing his shaft while he held my head and pummeled my throat. I did not taste much of his load, but felt it hit the back of my throat when he shot. When he finished and pulled almost all the way out of my mouth, I sucked on his open slit and tasted his funky seed. He pushed my head off his dick as Oscar continued his fuck, my knees screaming, my hole begging for more. Oscar soon grabbed me hard, pulled me into him and shot his load up my ass, a bucket full of cum adding to the foul mix in my guts. Once every drop was inside me, Oscar yanked his dick out making me holler, they both laughed, and I was led back to the dirty mattress, shoved onto my stomach, and the new guy fumbled around trying to get his dick inside my freshly fucked hole. As big as his dick was and as open as my hole was, it should have been no problem, but he kept hitting too high, or two low, and I tried shifting my body to help, to no avail, Frustrated he finally got off, pulled me back onto my hands and knees and taking a page from the Oscar handbook on scarping guts, slam fucked me. He was way fucking bigger than Oscar and I tried to run, and as I did he just pushed me flat onto my stomach again, his weight dropping on me forcing his dick even further up my ass. The new guy adjusted himself, gyrated his hips to get a feel of my hole, then started slow, long, deep strokes making sure I had a chance to appreciate every inch of his dirty prison dick. He just laid on me, his hands and arms out to the side, the only thing moving was his dick and hips as he fucked me like he wanted. I was not sure where Oscar was and just focused on taking the dick. My ass continued to relax and open for the gut fucking and I also started flexing my hole as much as I could, milking his dick, pulling it in deeper, massaging the shaft with all the AIDs cum that had been planted there. When the new guy got close, he pushed himself onto his hands, angled up in my ass, and fucked fast and furious, his breath coming in short, shallow, bursts as he shot long, deep wads of cum into my ass. Once he finished, he yanked his dick and my ass felt so open now. I wanted more and started wiggling my ass, hoping they would take the invitation. They just laughed, one of them gently kicked me in the hips with a booted foot, and they left. I stayed on the mattress, face down, still hoping they – or someone – would fuck me. The door opened, I heard someone get undressed, felt someone begin to climb onto me, a large hand began to rub my head, “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. Stay tuned for Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale

Chapter 7: My Breeding Family in San Pedro Sula Prison - “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” I had sealed our relationship with the three main gangs in the prison with my ass and their cum and Santos loved the fact that now that Erazo and Armando – Los Chicos from Control Machete – were going to be around, there was lots more dick for me to ride and cum to fill my ass for him to use as lube. The first order of business though was to tell Miguel about Los Chicos. I was not looking forward to that as I knew he may feel hurt, but Santos assured me it would be alright. “You know what this means?” Santos said as he lay with his still hard dick in my cum filled ass, “Miguel will need to fuck you too. I know you have kept him at a distance since he fucked you that first time, and that is my fault, but he does have a nice dick.” I tried to turn my head to look at Santos, still not quite believing he was OK with me being fucked so much by other dick, but he just held me tighter to him and said, “Mi mujer, you and I have already made Miguel part of our family, a little bit anyways, now it is time to decide. Do we make him a full member of our family, or do we leave him to the gangs? With all the dick you are going to have running through here, maybe time I find myself another wife to keep around instead.” I was crestfallen, my heart imploded, but I immediately realized he was right. Before I could say anything Santos pulled his dick out, rolled me onto my back, kissed me and said, “Oh mi mujer, no no no, I was only kidding. I told you before I wanted you to get fucked by other men, I LIKE THAT YOU TAKE THEIR CUM, and it does not change that you are still mine. Oh no, I don’t want another wife, you are the only one, cause frankly there is only room for one slutty parent in this fucked up little family we’re creating.” At that we both broke out laughing and then the words he said sank in, family. I looked into his eyes, saw he was being honest, and that he seemed happy. Santos’ lips covered mine, his tongue and wet kiss providing the final assurance I needed as my fears slipped away and he rolled me onto my stomach to deposit another load into my cummy ass. We sent word to Los Chicos to wait another day before coming back and the next morning at breakfast Santos and I asked Miguel if he would like to become an official part of our family, not as our son, more like Santos’ little brother, he would move upstairs with us into my old room, and he would get to fuck me if he wanted. Miguel’s confused happiness increased with that one and he wasted no time in asking when, while Santos and I both laughed. Then came the hard part. Los Chicos. Santos explained a bit about power, the importance of building alliances between the gangs, and sometimes you had to make things work even if you did not like it, and he was asking Miguel to help me in this and be a good little brother or hermano menor and that by the way, they would be fucking me too. Miguel’s smile left quickly on that, but Santos assured him that now as family, no one would replace him. Breakfast was finished, Santos left, and as Miguel sullenly began to help me clear the table I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on now, its been way too long since I had some of your dick little brother, do you want to fuck?” Miguel set the plates down and quickly followed me my bedroom and was soon balls deep up in my ass. He did not have the biggest dick in the prison, but it was nice and thick and he fucked with abandon. I let him fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore, and got three loads out of him right in a row. A nice way to start the day. After we fucked, Miguel began asking me a million questions about what kind of business I wanted to do, and would we move to the country as a family, get a house, he always wanted to have a horse, he didn’t want a dog, what abut a cow, and on and on and on. It was cute to see him so excited, but I had few answers for him as I barely knew what tomorrow would bring. I let Miguel fuck me again that afternoon before sending him off to the Mercado to pick up some fruit for the next day, and to find some paper and pencils if he could for the school work I was going to do with him and Los Chicos. I had just started to make dinner and was finalizing the plans for the new business when I heard Santos coming up the stairs, his voice loud and angry, as he was speaking to someone in Spanish and I knew from the tone something had happened. When I got out into the room there was Santos holding Miguel by one arm and Miguel looking like he had been dragged through the streets, bloody and beaten. “What the fuck happened?” I asked. Santos snorted, let go of Miguel, sat at the table, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag and sighed. Miguel stood where he was looking sheepish, and I noticed several bruises and cuts on his face so grabbed a cloth, wet it, and went to look at him. Miguel flinched as I dabbed at his swelling face, his eyes cast to the floor. “Herman menor here decided he was now a big man,” Santos spat out, “The little shit – fucking mierdecilla – went and got himself into a fight right in the middle of the Mercado. Luckily my men were near by and broke it up before he got himself killed. I got to go now and deal with it.” Santos put out his cigarette and went down the stairs. Miguel did not move, so I made him sit in a chair as I finished cleaning his cuts and made him drink some liquor to take the edge off the pain. “Miguel, tell me what happened,” I asked. He just shook his head, so I said, “Don’t worry, you know Santos cares for you and that has not changed, he’s just worried that’s all. You’re our family now, we don’t want anything to happen to you.” Miguel stared at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, the tears began to run from the corners of his eyes as he said, “They said they wouldn’t sell me the paper, they said they would not sell to some fresa, they said……they said they were going to make sure that when Santos was not watching they would take care of me, and next, they would take care of you, and then they would slice up Santos like the bitch dog that he is.” I pulled Miguel close as his tears flowed freely now and told him everything would be OK. “Did you tell this to Santos,” I asked, “No? Good, don’t. I will handle this. Now tell me, who said this?” Miguel soon fell asleep in his new room, and I sent a message to the head of MS-13 that I needed to see him. I had three of Santos’ men escort me to the room where I had first Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13, and had told the others that if Santos came back to just tell him I was checking on a supply order and would be right back. I never left our section of the prison, and knew he would be worried, but I had to risk it. The leader of MS-13 was waiting for me just inside the outer door, so I had my men wait as we went down the hall, into the room. He did not have a shirt on and the sweat coated his muscled torso and chest and I could not resist as I stepped close and licked his body to savor the taste of him and inhale his musky smell. The leader of MS-13 blew smoke into my face as he roughly grabbed my head and put my mouth over his right nipple, “Chew on that bitch, yes that’s it, my little white AIDs wife, I knew you would be missing me.” I hungrily ate on his nipple, my ass was getting wet and my mind began to fog over with nothing but thoughts of his gangbanger dick. No, I had to focus on the business at hand. “I need your help,” I said as I pulled away from his body and slid my hands up and down the front of pants, confirming he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The leader of MS-13 laughed and said, “Of course you do. Only MS-13 dick can give you what you truly want, what you truly need, ain’t that right fresa? Only MS-13 can fuck that pretty white culo the way it should be fucked.” I nodded, “That’s true, you know I am your AIDs wife, and love that my husband’s gang brother fucks me like he wants, and I will give it to you if you want it, but there is something else.” I told him about what had happened with Miguel, about what had been said, told him I was afraid for Miguel, for me, and for Santos, told him who had said it, and what my plan was. The leader of MS-13 lit a new cigarette, sat in one of the chairs, the wood creaking as he adjusted himself. “If I do this, if I do as you ask, what is in this for me? Hmmm? What does MS-13 get?” I had thought long and hard about that and told him what I was willing to offer. The gang leader casually rubbed his still hard dick through his jeans as he considered my offer. “OK, if I agree to this there are two conditions. First, mi hermano Santos will never know. This remains between us. I know he does not mind you fucking with other men, but this…..this I know he will not accept for reasons best left in the past. Comprende? Second, in addition to all you have offered – and trust me – my polla here more than accepts – you will pay in some other way in the future when I ask, no debate, whatever it is I want, you will do. Call it a bonus.” I nodded in agreement and it was time to seal the pact I had just made with the most dangerous man in San Pedro Sula Prison. I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them, took off my t-shirt, walked over to the leader of MS-13, stuffed the t-shirt in my mouth, turned around, bent over, and spread my cheeks so he had a direct view of my ripe, pink hole. In a flash the leader of MS-13 had dropped his pants, his huge left hand covered my mouth ensuring the t-shirt did not get spit out, his right guided his mammoth dick to my waiting hole, and he ripped me open as he force fucked me. My cries were muffled in the shirt, but his grunts echoed along with the symphony of our bodies slamming together as I was bred by his infected raw dick. This was a pact made in blood and trust and was completed quickly as we both had places to be. As soon as he finished he pulled out, yanked the t-shirt out of my mouth, turned me around and let me clean his dick off as he said, “You have learned fast mi little AIDs mujer, but this is a dangerous game you play and there is no turning back now. Tomorrow it begins. Remember our terms.” I was home and in bed by the time Santos got back, so he never knew, but when I checked on Miguel he looked at me, smelled me, he could tell, so I let him work the gangbanger cum into my ass and add his own to the mix. I then had Miguel kneel behind me as I pushed the loads out of my ass and he lapped it up like the good little brother that he was. The next morning, Los Chicos arrived bright and early and the minute I saw Erazo and Armando again I got hard and wanted to get fucked. Santos laughed out loud at me as he knew that look, I lovingly slapped him on the arm and told him to be quiet as the boys sat at the table and joined us for breakfast. Miguel came out of his room, glared at Los Chicos, then sat beside me at the table. Things were a bit awkward and we ate mostly in silence except for Santos asking Los Chicos a few questions in Spanish. With breakfast finished, Santos said it was time for him and Miguel to go handle a few things, so they left, and I was alone with the boys. They were looking at me with what I hoped was horny eagerness, but first thing was first. I explained that each morning we would spend a little time studying math and English, and a little more time in the afternoons. In between we would work or whatever. Did they understand? Armando said, “Yes, I know,” and then spoke to Erazo who nodded. Armando then said, “Father tells us. He say school, work, and ummm,…how you say, make baby and we be your husband.” I laughed, Armando looked hurt, and I said, “No, I mean yes, yes, you are right. But I think you want the word ‘FUCK’, maybe we should start with that for your first lesson. Fuck, ass, dick, suck. And Santos is my husband, mi marido.” Sitting before me were two huge dicks that had never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. Fuck school, it was time to get dicked down by raw nasty meat! I motioned for Los Chicos to follow me to my bedroom. The A/C was off, the room was hot, but I wanted them sweaty and nasty and as soon as the door closed the boys were naked and trying to fill my holes. The boys were both amazing fucks, monster dicks, and shot bucket loads of cum, but while it was hot and nasty sex, having Armando cum in me while I looked at his clearly sick and infected body was beyond amazing! I was a bug chaser for sure. Los Chicos had finished pumping me full of their infected jizz and we were back in the main room cleaning up when Miguel came running up the stairs and breathlessly said, “In the Mercado, holy shit, the blood, the….they got them. They killed them.” Los Chicos did not need to hear anything more as they quickly ran down the stairs. Miguel then came close to me, looked around and whispered, “Did you? Did…..” I just smiled at him, grabbed him into a big hug and said, “No one threatens my family. No one. I told you I would handle it and remember, you are not alone now, so always come to us. Also, this is just between you and I OK little brother? We have to watch Santos’ back, but you know he would be mad if he knew, so don’t say a word.” Miguel’s eyes got wide as it all sunk in, he hugged me back, then ran down the stairs too. It appeared that five of the men that had worked for the owner of three of the shops in the Mercado had gotten into a dispute with him over wages, a fight had erupted and they all ended up dying from their wounds. Now it just so happened the owner and these men were the same ones who had threatened Miguel, and me and Santos, but only three people in the world knew that. The three shops were near the center of the market, and were part of the actual prison building with concrete block walls and metal doors, unlike the wood shanties that most of the shops were. El Capo, the boss, would now hold an auction and accept bids for these now ownerless spaces, which would then be approved by the heads of the three gangs. I needed space for my business, space just opened up, step one completed. Now on to step two. The next day started the same, an awkward breakfast, Santos left with Miguel, Los Chico fucked me full of cum, I worked with them on some English, then had them help with packing some of the drugs and other stuff on the second floor before lunch, they fucked me again, and was getting ready to start another English lesson when one of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs and told me everything was ready. I asked him to explain to Los Chicos in Spanish what I needed, they were clearly excited, and soon we were being escorted by five of the enforcers back to the room in which I first met Santos. I had been in San Pedro Sula Prison for months now, at first not by choice, but now….now I was here because there was no place else in the world I wanted to be. This was home, this was my family, this was my life. It was time to make life better and even though it may be a high price to pay in the end, the next part of the plan was ready. We entered the room and there was a prison guard waiting. I did not recognize him, but he knew me as he smiled and nodded and I realized he must have been of the guards who had fucked me that first day. Los Chicos and the enforcers were clearly uncomfortable being around a guard, but I told them to chill and wait and I went and spoke to the guard so no one else could hear. I told him I would love to see him and his friends again, loved being fucked by them, and appreciated his help making this happen. He instinctively rubbed his crotch and I made a mental note to work that angle. While I did not smoke, I always carried a pack and offered him one. The guard was part way done smoking when the door to guard controlled area of the prison opened up and a man was pushed in. “Hello Humberto,” I said. Humberto looked around the room in confusion and fear. He clearly did not know what was going on between the guard, the prisoners, the five prisoners with guns, Los Chicos, and then he looked at me again and his knees gave way a little bit. “Ah, I see you remember me,” I said as I walked up to him and stood in his personal space. Humberto was sweating, shaking, and his head was moving side to side like a guppy fish that knew a shark was about to attack. I nodded at the guard who went and stood by the door, his gun at the ready, making Humberto flinch and shake all the more. “It has been a while since I saw you Humberto, you’re looking good,” I patted his stomach as I stepped to his other side, his eyes flitting to follow me, “I see all the money you stole from me has fattened you up. Plus whatever money you got for leaving me here, but that is all past us now, yes? Let’s move on. I have a business proposition for you Humberto. I’m opening a new store and I need a steady supply of goods and you are just the man to get them for me. As the concierge of one of the nicest hotels in the city, and with the folks you know at the other hotels, this will be no problem. I am also a fair man, and will pay you a fair price for what I want and you can continue to get fat and grow old in peace. So, here’s the deal. Every Monday morning you will make a delivery to my boys here.” I paused, pointed to Los Chicos so he could get a good look at them. “You will deliver those little hotel shampoos and soaps and a few towels and little liquor bottles and whatever else I ask for. Comprende? Most of the men here cannot afford the big bottles of such things that are sold in the Mercado, but the little bottles like they have in hotels, aha! That my friend, that anyone here can afford if they want. But don’t worry, I know you cannot steal all of this from just your hotel, no no no, that is why you will work with your friends at other hotels too, see? It is all so easy.” Humberto was really sweating now and shaking his head side to side so I stepped closer and said, “Humberto, mi amigo, let me be clear, you have no choice. YOU WILL do this, and you will give me the names of other people in other hotels who will supply me too. I cannot just rely on you, you are a snake, and what if you get his by a bus? Or killed? What would I do? Oh and one more thing. You owe me $5,000 cash and you have 24-hours to get it to me. That will cover what you stole from me, what you made off this little deal, and interest. Understand?” Humberto finally found his voice, shook his head, spit at me and said, “Fuck you. Dumb ass gringo, you deserve to be in here with these…these….peasants!” I shook my head, stepped back, as the enforcers anxiously shifted their guns and Los Chicos snarled. The tension in the room was sliced open when the door to our area suddenly slammed opened, a shirtless gangbanger with a big MS-13 tattoo on his chest walked in and strutted up to Humberto, grabbed his head, and whispered in his ear, then strutted back out. Humberto was shaking really bad now as I wondered what that was about. “Uh…anything you want…OK…I…..just….ca..ca..call me at the hotel, here you ca…ca…can use my cell phone. No problem,” Humberto stammered out, spit flying from his mouth. I stepped back up to him and said, “Good, thanks for the phone, and glad we could come to an understanding. I’ll be in touch and you had better hope you never see me again. But you will be seeing lots of my boys here, every week at least and if you miss one delivery……..” As I left the room, knowing the deal was done, Humberto’s screams ricocheted off the prison walls as Los Chicos and two of the enforcers rape fucked Humberto ensuring that there was another AIDs filled dick out in the city passing along the bug. Part two of my plan was complete. I will have cash on hand to make a bid for the stores. I have secured a supply chain for goods to sell. More importantly, I have my revenge and Los Chicos got to convert a new ass. Not a bad day so far. Time to start planning how I pay my tab to MS-13. That night as I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. The dirty talk always turned to more as I realized how much that turned me on. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon, I hope Santos would never find out the price I paid.

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.

i was 11 when i took my first load he was a classmate at school, and we never used condoms, and to this day i VERY rarely use condoms, i just love the feeling of seed deep inside me