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I met him in 2009. He had been in the country for five years, living in NYC but had recently moved to San Francisco. The second I saw his big, veiny, uncut cock on BBRT, I knew I had to get it in my cunt. I liked his status, which was listed as poz + other. The only status which turned me on more was do not care. We met at the hot tubs on Van Ness Avenue. I liked the place as I could fuck and not worry about getting blood on the sheets or piss on the rug, which would be the case if I got fucked at home. I didn't ask what the other in his status was, it really didn't matter. I fucking wanted it - I wanted every fuckin' thing he had. That cock didn't disappoint, it was a thing of beauty: thick, long and shiny. It flopped out of his suit pants, hard and dripping. He bent me over and rammed it home. I was being used like a hole, just like I wanted it. My insides were being torn up. By the time this fuck got sloppy, I would be lubed-up with a mixture of his precum and my blood. My whimpers turned into begging as we were running out of time. I begged for his poz load. The sheets and my ass were soaked with pink froth, my cunt was a hungry gaping hole. He was piston-fuckin' to get his nut. Softly he whispered in my ear "You want my strain, pig?"

This is me in my fav lowrise squarecut and bikini (until now, haven't tried the new -transparent one- yet)

So, here I am of my first day out of school for the summer, my parents are at work and I have nothing to do except lay here and jack off and think of something to do. We just moved here a couple of months ago due to a job change for my Dad and I have always lived in the big city’s with room to walk, now I only have a yard and a big ass park down the street to go to. Since my parents are big beer drinkers I figure it is almost noon, so I grab 6 of their beers in a bag and decide to check out the park. After entering the park I start walking and the road and I see trails off into the woods and decide to check one out. I walk for a bit and find a small river/creek that is running fairly fast and sit down against a tree and watch the water and started drinking my beers. I must have been on my fourth or fifth beer when I heard what sounded like a commotion behind me. As I look around if I had not been sitting I would have fallen over, there about 50 feet away was a white guy on his knees sucking a black guy’s cock. In all my life I have heard of the gay life and sex but this was mind blowing. I just continued to watch as this white guy just went to town sucking the blackest cock I have ever imagined. The black guy was talking really nasty to the white guy, telling him “yeah white boy, suck that black cock, get it deeper, going to give you a good load down that bitch white throat”. Now I should have just got back behind the tree until they were done, but somehow I moved further out and broke a branch on the ground that drew both of their attention. Oh shit, now what. I look at the black guy who is smiling at me and the white guy gets up and they both walk over to me with the black guy still having his cock out and hard. As they reach me the black guy asked “do you think this boy liked the show”? The white guy grabs my cock and says “yeah, he is hard as a rock”. At this point the white guy pulls down my shorts to my ankles and grabs my cock. At this point I should have pulled up my short and ran like hell screaming all the way, but here I am with a guy holding my cock and balls and looking between the black guys cock and his eyes and the evil smile. The black guy then puts his hands on my shoulder and pushes down and I seem to just float to my knees where I now looking right at this guy’s cock in my face. The black guy grabs his cock and starts to hit my lips with his cock until I open my mouth to say ouch only to have him push his cock in my mouth. The white guy leans in to my ear and starts giving me my first lesson of how to use my lips and tongue and how to keep my teeth off telling me how I am going to be coming back after today for a lot more. Then white guy then leans down and drove his tongue into my ass, I thought I was going to lose it right then and there, fuck did that feel awesome. Meanwhile the black guy starts calling me all sorts of degrading names and terms “suck my black cock you white bitch, yeah, so easy to turn out a punk white boy for black meat, guess you’re going to get this big fat load down your bitch throat”, all his talking seem to just turn me on more and as he kept telling me what a cocksucking bitch I was going to be the more I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth. The black guy then opens this bottle and puts it under my nose telling me to inhale deep and I do, “Fuck” my head is spinning and I seem to want to suck more and more of this cock in me, I then feel the white guy pushing a finger in my ass, then another one and another, I am in heaven. The black guy keeps feeing me the bottle under my nose and the white guy who is somehow naked is still telling me how much of a pig I am going to become when this is over. The white guy then pulls out a bag of something and a bottle of what I found later was lube, he mixes the lube and the stuff in the bag and starts to finger it up my ass. I am go back to sucking on the black guys cock and hitting the brown bottle, a few minutes later I start to feel a rush of rushes. I start to just suck and not knowing what a gag reflex was yet, but I just wanted his cock buried in me. The white guy was now behind me with his cock pointed right as my ass. He gets the tip at my hole and starts to push, telling me go with it, that it will hurt for a minute but then I am going to love it. The black guy pulls his cock out tells me to hit the bottle deep, as it kicks in the white guy pushes in and now pass my once virgin ring. I tried to move forward trying to get away from the pain, but then I am so unstable and the white guy just keeps talking dirty to me, telling me now I am his bitch, his cumdump and that he was going to breed me full of his seed. What seemed to be an eternity was only a few minutes before the pain subsided and another hit of the bottle I was finding myself getting into it. Now the black guy puts his cock back at my mouth and he tells me to “suck that black cock you bitch” and boy do I ever. It never dawned on my if anyone had walked down there they would have seen a high school kid on his hands and knees with a cock fucking him in the ass and a black guys cock driving in his mouth, and at this point I didn’t care. The black guy starts to tell me he is close and gives me another hit of the bottle and tells me to start swallowing, at this point he lets volley after volley of cum loose in my mouth and I do as he says not knowing any better. The white guy is not far behind telling me I will be pregnant with his babies in a second and he lets out a roar and unloads my ass. The black guy just zips up his pants and says “see you soon” and walks off, the white guy pulls his cock out of my ass and wipes the rest of his cum on my ass cheeks, and I am still on my hands and knees wondering what just happened. The white guy then grabs my cock and balls and squeezes and asks me where I live, the pain was so bad I just blurted out my address to him and he tells me to meet him at the rest area down the road tomorrow at noon and just to wear shorts, no underwear or shirt or he would be at my house to get me, then walks off. To be continued.....

In a cum-hungry binge, I went to the baths looking to take a few loads. After putting away my things in the locker and making a round through the building, I wandered into the glory hole stalls. They are arranged in two rows of three, each stall having two to three glory holes. I chose a middle stall and before long a cock pushed through one of the glory holes. I begin sucking his dick and really got into it. Just as he was getting close, a cock appeared in the glory hole on the other side of the stall. For the sake of variety, I went over to suck cock number two. Once the first guy realized I had moved onto another cock, he withdrew his cock from the glory hole, and with that I heard the door to his stall creak open and them slam shut. As a good cum dump should, however, I focused on the penis in my mouth. Immediately after, my door opened. With my face buried in the new guy's crotch, I could not see the door behind me or who had just opened it, but I quickly realized it was the first guy I had been sucking, and without any pause he reached down and pulled the towel I had wrapped around my waist just below my ass. I eagerly spread my legs, hoping he would fuck me. I heard a bottle of lube snap open, and then felt a lubed-up cock number slide inside my ass. I got rock hard thinking about the stranger as he forced himself into my ass. I had no idea what the guy looked like as I had only seen his cock, yet he had the balls to come into my stall and start fucking me without saying a word. I reached behind me to feel his cock. I didn't think I heard a condom, but had to know he was fucking me raw. Sure enough. I slid my fingers up from his balls toward his shaft and felt nothing but lube until the point where his balls made contact with my ass. Before long, the guy fucking my ass began moaning and his thrusts became slower but more deliberate. I felt his cock swell up right before he unloaded his hot seed in my ass. At this point, the guy I was sucking pulled away a brief second and peeked through the glory hole, and as he did so, the guy fucking me withdrew from my ass and left the stall, the door slamming as he departed. Looking back through the second glory hole I didn't see the cock I had been blowing, and with disappointment was about to stand-up, but before I did so, my door opened and a guy entered, who I recognized to be the guy I had been sucking. Before my eyes could adjust to see what he looked like, he stepped behind me, spat on my hole, and without effort, his bare cock slid into my now cummy hole. I was in heaven! I was about to get my second anonymous load of the night and had no idea what either guy even looked like. No words were spoken, no looks exchanged. The only thing I could recognize of either one of them was his cock. We may cross paths later in the night, but without seeing the guy's cock, I'd have no idea who he was. Soon enough the second guy began to grunt, and I begged him saying "Yeah, baby, breed me. Load my ass up with that hot cum." My plea seemed to work as I heard his breaths speed up I knew he was about to knock me up. He held his dick inside me for a minute until he got soft and withdrew his cock. I reached for my towel and by the time I stood up, he was gone. Since I still hadn't cum, I still had plenty of energy to hunt for more loads.

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

A mid 20s Asian guy messaged me on BBRT saying he wanted to fuck. Arranged to meet in washroom during my lunch hour. I was there first, naked in cubicle. He came in, cute good looker with hot body. I sucked his uncut cock, tasting the piss under his foreskin. Once good and hats (he is very slight build but good sized and thick cock) I turned round and he pushed his full length straight into my hungry hole. He was a hot fuck. He worked my hole and then whispered "I'm coming" into my ear. He didn't need to tell me because I felt his cock pulse as he unloaded into me. I sucked him clean and off he went zi tasted his huge load in my hole, - nice!

Slammed is my favourite; real men, real fucking, hot, raw, sweaty, and so fuckin good! Viral Loads is a close second

I'm considering removing my "preferred" role from all of my profiles because I think that it's very limiting for all parties involved. Think for a minute how many incredible fucks that bottoms have missed out on because they pre-judged the other guy because he said he was versatile. Or how many nice asses that tops have passed up because the other guy didn't self-identify as a total bottom. Given the disproportionate number of guys who prefer to be bottom, this self-labelling only leads to more frustration. The tops sometimes make older average-looking bottoms feel even more insecure by selecting only the youngest or most attractive bottoms, who may not even be the best fucks. Meanwhile, bottoms in their quest to compete for tops inadvertently make tops (some of who are lousy fucks) overvalued in the sexual marketplace. I blame porn and our need to fit certain gay stereotypes for forcing people into narrow boxes which they then feel obliged to defend. Almost like religion in a way. You know the shit doesn't make sense, but you go along with it because everybody else is too and you don't want to be labelled as the crazy or weird one. Going to sex parties (which I don't do anymore) taught me just how much more fun versatile guys have. When you've got your conquest in front of you, and you're damn attracted to him, you can do whatever is needed to have a good time - even if that means for a few minutes stepping outside your preferred role. I wish a few more hardline bottoms would pop a Viagra or Cialis and give it a go sometimes. You might end up changing your mind or at least becoming better at your preferred role. Another story and I'll stop. Back in 2012, I was getting bred regularly by this dude who I thought was a top. We ended up playing in a group and I saw him get fucked. I was shocked. But ever since then, when I see him, I fuck the shit out of him and we get into some very intense flip fucking. He's a multiple shooter too, but that's another story.

I leaned over my prey and began kissing him all over his abdomen and neck, working my way down to his balls and exposed hole, sucking down his generous endowment then rimming his pink puckered love tunnel, pushing my tongue as deeply as it would go, tasting a hint of cum as my ministrations opened-up the boy's hole. Rising to my feet, I went back to Pete, kissed him, sharing his juices with him. Whispering, I asked “You taste good. Did Bob who fuck you earlier or someone else? By the way how has your BBRT ad been working for you?” Even in the dim light I could tell he was blushed but he responded saying “No, Bob hasn’t fucked me yet. It was a hot older guy I met on BBRT just before I hooked up with Bob. I kind of double-booked.” “That’s ok. Was he poz or neg?” “His profile said neg. He was the first guy I hooked up with from that site. Well, actually he was the first guy ever to fuck me.” “So you’re nearly a virgin.” “Yeah, unless you count vegetables and dildos.” I chuckled without thinking then caressed his hot hole with my fingers. “So, your profile states you’d like to try POZ guys.” With that his cock twitched and got a little harder. "Well, I’ve actually been reading stories on Breeding Zone about chasing and it gets me horned up, but I'm not sure if it’s just a fantasy or not.” My cock had been rubbing his hole, drooling my precum on his anal lips for about five minutes, and my cock head was all but slipping inside. “What if I told you your fantasy was about to become a reality?” My head and the first inch of my shaft slid into his hole. He moaned as his ring tightened around my shaft, squeezing precum into his interior. “What? You mean you’re poz?” His cock stiffened at this sudden realization that he had his fantasy cock now buried four inches up his rectum. I smiled down on him and drove it all the way into his body, my balls slapping against his ass cheeks. I began sliding in and out of his hole as he moaned in delight. “Oh my god, my first poz cock, and it’s from one of my hottest crushes, my god father. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god wreck my hole daddy! Give me you seed! POZ my hole!” Pete was almost shouting as I looked over to see Joel pumping his cock into the beefy Bob. I expected it to be the other way around. I could see Bob tense-up as Pete shouted "POZ my hole Daddy" as Joel shot his load deep into Bob's interior. “Here it cums my little cum slut take my toxic seed, Take my Dirty DNA, you nasty Bug chaser” As I shot my seed, depositing it into Pete’s wrecked hole, Pete had not cum yet and from what I could gather Joel kept Bob on the verge without actually letting him shoot his load. I untied Pete and led him over to the couch the reached around and pulled out a couple of bottles of water from a small refrigerator. Passing out the water to the boys we crashed back a tangle of bodies and recharged for a while. After about 15 minutes I noticed Joel started tickling Pete and Bob began rubbing on me I grabbed Joel and pulled him onto my lap leaving Bob and Pete to play together, Pete was tickling Bob and in turn Bob was playing with Pete’s large sausage. Joel started making out with me the asked if I’d give him the same treatment I gave Pete, I told him I’d do him one better. I got up and lead him to the St. Andrews Cross and shackled his wrist to the upper portion then secured his ankles before placing a hood over his head and left him there. I went back to Pete and Bob and had a low level chat “ok boys here’s the scoop, Joel was a anal virgin until yesterday when he begged me for my cock, he’s still not sure if he’s really gay or just Bi and leaning towards guys right now. Bob not sure if you heard Pete here begging me for my toxic seed but yes I’m Poz and Joel may be on his way to being Poz as well, and Pete well he wants it too, Bob you already have Joel’s seed in you it’s up to you if you want more” We sat in silence for a couple then “gee I’ve heard stories through the years of guys going out of their way to get knocked up and it kind of disgusted me at first but then I thought about it and it sort of turns me on now, so do you want to knock me up sir?” “Well it’s not up to me, but you already have strayed down the path already son” “Well I know you just planted your Poz seed in my boy here, and after getting a good look at his cock I want to ride it, and ride it often” He pulled Pete into him burying the boys head in his underarm and chest, Pete reached out with his tongue and lapped at the musky pits “So you’re mostly bottom? Or you just like riding big cocks” “Oh, sir I’m versatile but I can’t turn down a big cock shooting up my ass” I chuckled and gave his cock a squeeze he wasn’t shorted in the cock department either, I began making out with the two of them, getting Pete rock hard again the directing his cock towards Bob puckered hole which was still dripping Joel’s cum, using the cum slick hole Pete slid in, burying himself to the balls in one thrust. I then took Bobs cock into my throat and nursed it to full hardness, thus readying them for my next phase. I maneuvered them over to Joel who had been secured to the cross and was ready for anything to happen. I got Bob down on his knees and had him take Joel’s leaking cock into his mouth while I coaxed Pete up behind Joel and guided his phallus into his rectum. As Pete began thrusting into my helpless god son, I entered Pete and let his motion fuck Joel on the in swing and himself on the withdrawal from Joel’s hole, Bob worked his way under our stances and licked our balls and the base of our cocks as they fucked Joel and Pete. Pete was getting close so I pulled Bob up from under us and led him to the sling, had him lay back and put his legs in the stirrups, I then told Pete to mount Bob, but hold off Cumming as long as he could, I unshackled Joel and led him to the sling as well sliding a small platform just under the sling I had him get up an impale himself on Bob’s throbbing cock, I lube up my stiff member and got behind Joel pressing the head down and into his sloppy hole wedging it next to Bobs throbbing tool, once again the motion from Pete’s fucking of Bobs now battered boycunt was providing the energy to propel us all towards orgasm. “Oh shit fuck me boy, oh fuck, oh shit, my god I’m Cumming” Bob exploded first, up into Joel’s ass, the extra amount of lubrication and the throbbing and pulsing of his cock next to mine, sent me over the edge as well, I flooded Joel’s ravaged innards with my toxic seed, while feeling his hole stretched and flooded with seed sent Joel over coating Pete’s chest and face with his semen, the spasms in Bob’s hole and the torrent of cum hitting his face launched Pete into a explosive orgasm shooting volley after volley of most likely his last truly negative load of his young life into the bowels of Bob. I pulled out of Joel then pulled him back so his hole was over Bobs face and let the cream drip down into his mouth, soon Bob was lapping at Joel’s dripping hole, as Pete coaxed Joel to push more out, I dropped down and began eating Bobs dripping hole, the taste and smell of my boys and Pete’s fresh cum dripping from the hole was like an aphrodisiac and I was soon hard again, slipped my tool into the warm moist channel and proceeded to fuck Bob, while the other two boys licked the cum from his face and body, Bob too was hard again as this time Pete climbed up on the platform and impaled himself on Bobs pulsating cock, Joel fed Bob his cock and face fucked the hunky geek. “I’m about to shoot my Poz load into your hole tell me now to pull out or ask to be pozzed” “Oh daddy Poz my hole make me your bitch, give me your load, shoot up inside me” That was all I needed to hear as I unloaded my third load of the afternoon deep into my God sons friends bowels, about the same time Bob shot his load into Pete and Joel delivered his down Bobs throat. Pete and Joel collapsed on Bob as I pulled out I went over and laid on the couch, pulling out a juice from the fridge and taking a gulp. About five minutes later I was joined by the boys as we relaxed we discussed the implications of our actions, none of the boys seemed at least phased or remorseful of what transpired. Joel finally got up and walked to the tiled area Bob and Pete followed, Joel got down on his knees and it looked like he was begging for a cock to suck, Pete and Bob stood on either side oh him wagging their semi hard cocks at him, then “Daddy come over and use me” I got up off the sofa and walked over “Are you sure about this” “It’s about being a Pig and pleasing your men isn’t it?” With that I took my now semi hard cock and aimed it at my god son, I tried to relax but couldn’t then he took my cock in his mouth and began suckling on it, the urge soon over took me as a dribble of piss escaped into his waiting mouth, as I looked down he began pissing on himself and I began pissing on his face filling his mouth with pee, the other two boys dropped to their knees and begged me to piss over them as well, they too began pissing on themselves and on each other I started swinging my cock back and forth covering them all in my urine, Pete stood first and bid me to my knees as he began to fill my mouth with piss, we were soon drained and rolling around on the tile in our urine and began making out again covered in the yellow fluid. Joel started laughing then got up and turned on the shower, rinsing off the sweat, cum and piss. Pulling me to my feet the boys then proceeded to wash each other “I bet we won’t get this kind of action in the dorms” quipped Pete “you might be surprised if you show of that slab of meat around the washroom” I chimed in as we all began to laugh, I threw the boys some towels and we all dried off then reluctantly pulled our clothes back on… “Boy I bet Uncle Rick will find this afternoon hard to believe” Joel said over his shoulder at me as we climbed back up into the main house “oh I think he has a bigger imagination than you think” I answered back, guess none of the boys noticed the cameras set up to start recording upon sensing motion

New Year's Eve (part 6) Somebody handed me a towel, undid my cuffs and had me remove my jockstrap and then took me out of the bedroom and around the corner to the bathroom, I could feel cum streaming out of my ass and down my legs with each step I took. I reached up to scratch my hairy chest and felt the hardened cum all over it. I was a cummy mess from top to bottom. Boy, what a great bathroom, I was surprised to see a four man shower glass enclosed with nozzles on both sides of the marbled titled shower. It had a bench installed in the center, a couple of sinks, and a toilet off to the side. Each of the shower nozzles had an enema bag with a long tube cord attached to them and all ends met near the bench. I could not tell if they were full or empty as they were black in color and I was pretty buzzed. Without being told and knowing probably what the host wanted, I took off my towel and dropped it to the floor, climbed up on the bench in the shower, and got into a crouched kneeling position so it would be easy to insert any of the tube bags either in my mouth or ass. What I did not count on was the butt plug that was easily forced up my ass when I got into position. The butt plug had a drilled hole in both ends of it from what I had seen when it was carried in the room. Once inserted, I felt a snap and then knew the process. Each bag got inserted into the plug and drained liquid into my ass. My host told me he had been collecting everyone's piss at the party and had saved it in these bags where all the guests had been drinking beer and smoking T and crack, hell whatever they wanted. When all the bags were empty, the butt plug was stoppered and left in my ass so I could soak up the juices. My ass started to cramp and I started to moan in pain as I knelt there. A couple of lines of coke or crushed T, I don't know which, were presented on glass mirror before me with a short straw and I was told to clean it all up. I did not hesitate as the greedy pig that I was and even licked the mirror clean afterwards with an evil grin on my host as the plate was removed. The pain in my ass subsided until it felt natural to have so much water weight in my ass. I was left in this position as a procession of men with hard cocks came by so I could start sucking cocks in my mouth as guys came by to observe what was going on. Some reaching under and rubbing my stomach, some slapping my ass, and others feeding me more piss down my throat or spraying a pissload all over in my face or on my hairy body. The host returned and rubbed all the piss into my hair and skin, he allowed me to get out of the shower and use the toilet for awhile as it took some time to drain out all of that piss and cum and then had me take a quick shower, a fresh water enema til I was clean again, to dry off, and to put my jockstrap back on and my tall boots which he had retrieved from my secure storage spot. the ankle and wrist cuffs were attached, a tube was tied around my arm to try to get my veins to show, as I was led back into the bedroom and into the sling...

I play football and cycle so I have good legs and a decent arse but I also like my beer. So I go to the gym three times a week to keep in shape. As an added bonus, there were some hot guys in my gym and from the running machine I could watch them in the mirror. There was one guy in particular who always made my cock twitch. He was just under 6', black hair, smooth and as fit as fuck. I had never seen him naked - despite trying - but in his gym kit he always looked so hot. Always a white vest, slightly baggy but hinting at a fit body, shorts, again slightly baggy but tight enough to highlight what must be a great packet. A boy can dream. And I did. Often. At home from the gym I'd unpack my gym underwear and sniff them as I wanked to hardcore porn, alternating with poppers and imagining me and the guy getting it on. Anyway. One weekend I hadn't been out for a while on the tiles so a mate suggested heading over to Vauxhall for a leather and rubber night. I wasn't too keen. I had had a long week and fancied a quiet night in. But I decided to go and at least have a look. And watch. And if I managed to get myself sorted it was a bonus. And me and my mate often would have some fun together when we were there but nothing too heavy as we were both alike. Bottoms. So that evening I pulled out my gear to decide what to wear. First off I thought of leather. I had a harness and some chaps. But as I pulled them out a pair of rubber shorts fell out with them. I chuckled as I remembered buying them on a whim but never have the guts to wear them. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was the fittest I had ever been. Fuck it I thought. I grabbed the talc. I met my mate in Barcode for a few beers and realised that perhaps the shorts hadn't been the best idea. I was already beginning to sweat between my balls and my crack and wondered how it would feel later. But again I thought fuck it. I could always strip them off completely at the club. I had a rubber cockring on and the flyer had said leather or rubber. It just hadn't specified how much. After a few beers we headed to the club. We bought our tickets and checked in our clothes. My mate had clearly decided he was going to get "sorted" that evening as all he had on,once he had checked his clothes in was a jock, gas mask and a pair of waders. I slipped my poppers into the top of my shorts and I bid him good luck and said I'd see him at the bar. At some point. Inside it was already packed. Heaving in fact. I looked at the bar and decided to give it a miss. It was rammed and someone was being rammed up against it already. I decided to go for a wander. The dance music was humming and the air smelt of sweat, poppers and various other smells which made my cock begin to twitch. As I walked past guys some of them reached out appreciatively. I reached back on occasion but I was just in the mood for looking around. Everywhere I went there were writhing bodies, men kissing, sucking or, up against the wall, being fucked hard. I spied a corner and took up position. I clicked open my poppers and took a swag. I had bought a new type and this was the first time I had opened them. They were strong. So strong they made me momentarily dizzy. It felt good but I made a mental note not to over do it. Opposite me were two guys. The first had a clipped chest and pierced nipples. The second was on his knees. He was slim and feasting on the guy's enormous cock. Every so often he would pull away and wank it furiously. The first guy had his head tipped back and was enjoying the sensation which was clearly heightened by whatever he had taken. A small spark of regret flashed through me. Not the fact that the guy had a cock in his mouth but rather that it had been too long since I had been high. I had decided a few years back that having been promoted at work it wouldn't be a good idea. Next to them was another guy. He was watching me intently. I stared back. He wasn't bad looking. As he looked at me he pulled his cock out out of his leather shorts and started to slowly wank it. He was topless and not unfit. And his cock was pretty inviting. I slid my hand over my crotch and rubbed it as we looked at each other. The poppers were still working and when he winked at me I thought what the hell and walked over. He put his hand behind my head and pushed me down. I let him push me down and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock and this wasn't a bad one. I heard him moan above the dull thump of the dance beat and push me down his shaft. I closed my eyes and started to suck him off. His cock tasted of others' spit which started to make my cock twitch. Just as I was getting into it someone tripped over my foot. I pulled back and looked up to see someone talking to the guy being sucked off. "Here. Take this." As I watched he pushed something into the guy's mouth and then pushed his fingers into the mouth of the guy kneeling down. He tweaked the guy's nipple and then began to walk away. As he walked passed one of the dim lights something made me look again. He seemed familiar. I don't know why but I stood up and turned to follow him.The guy I had been sucking off tried to grab me. I avoided his grip and shook my head. Without waiting for his reaction I started to follow the other guy. From the back I could tell he was wearing leather chaps and a harness. That was it. He looked fit. But what drew my attention was the purposeful way he was wading through the crowds. I watched as guys reached out. Sometimes he stopped to talk to them. On occasion he stopped and kissed them. But he just kept on walking. He entered the bar area and walked to a quieter part of the bar and talked to the barman. Clearly they knew each other as the barman leaned over and pushed his tongue into the guy's for a long time before turning around and giving him a bottle of water. I walked up and stood next to him. I ordered a beer. He was focused on something behind the bar. I cautiously looked at him in the light of the bar. It was the guy from the gym. I couldn't believe it. I took a second look to make sure. Yes. It was him. Here. Whenever I had seen him at the gym he had been suited and booted. Very well suited and booted. And for some reason I had always thought he was straight. It was the way he knew so many straight guys at the gym. I looked again. He was drinking from the bottle and I watched as a drop of sweat slid down his bicep. Suddenly he was looking at me. No. Glaring. I turned away. Embarrassed that I had been caught. He put the bottle down on the counter and I felt him leave my side. I could feel my face going red. Not from the poppers. Slowly I turned round and watched as he walked away. At that precise moment I made a note to change gyms. I sighed as well. He was even hotter than I thought and I noticed something about him I had never noticed before. Down the back of his spine he had a tattoo of some kind. It didn't seem to be one of those tacky tribal patterns. But I couldn't make it out. I decided to try and see what it was. But just as I was leaving the bar to follow my mate turned up. He was clearly high. I grabbed a bottle of water for him and we started to chat. He was sweating. And to be honest so was I. We had to stand close as the music was louder here and as we chatted he slipped a hand down the back of my shorts. He'd never done that before and it surprised me as I felt him finger the crack of my arse with his index finger. My cock jumped to attention. He leaned in and kissed me. Not a peck on the cheek but a full-on snog. I didn't resist as I felt his tongue in my mouth. He wasn't a bad kisser. But he wasn't excellent. But it felt good to be kissed. We stopped kissing and he pulled me away from the bar and back out into the club proper. We found a corner and continued to snog. He was an eager kisser and perhaps whatever he had taken had made it worse but his tongue was all over the place. He guided my hands to his arse so I dutifully squeezed his cheeks. Don't get me wrong he had a nice arse. Furry but chunky. I slid my hands down his crack and he moaned as I found his hole. It was wet with spit and lube. I pushed a finger in. It felt warm. My cock twitched again. He pushed me against the wall and handed me his poppers as he started to lick down my chest. I closed my eyes as he pulled down my rubber shorts to release my cock. The clod air hit my cock and balls and made me gasp as he over eagerly pulled my cock out and started to suck it. Too hard. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was totally chem-delirious. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and he started to lick and chew my balls. I looked up and started to take another hit of poppers. And there he was. Standing opposite me. Watching us. He winked and smiled and walked off. My cock went soft immediately. My mate tried to take my cock in his mouth again but I pulled up my shorts, pulled him up and kissed him. He wasn't even 'there'. I leant him against the wall and walked away. My face was burning again with shame. God. How long had he been there. What had he seen. I didn't need to change gym. I needed to leave the country. Or the club at least. But first I needed a piss. I walked to the toilets. It was heaving with guys fucking and sucking. But I wasn't in the mood. I was angry. At myself. Fortunately there was a cubicle free. Before anyone, or any group could take it I went in and shut the door. I rested my head against the wall and sighed. The cubicles were clearly designed for more than one person and suddenly I felt very small. I pulled my cock out and tried to take a piss. No good. I couldn't. I stood there for what seemed ages but in the end I gave up. I decided to leave. I could always take a piss on the way home. I opened the door and there he was. Standing in the doorway. "Finished?" he said. I went mute. He sighed and pushed past me swinging the door shut behind him. As I watched he slipped his cock out from his jock and started to take a piss. I couldn't work out if he knew I was there or not but I couldn't open the door as he had his hand on it. His cock was not even hard but I could tell it was a monster. Suddenly it all felt very intimate. There was nothing else to do so I watched as his pissed into the toilet. He swung his cock round making arcs of piss in the air. I was transfixed. I looked up and saw that he was looking at me. He winked and then turned back to watch himself pissing. Finally the stream ended. He shook himself and slid his cock back into his jock. He turned and looked at me. Suddenly he lunged forward and grabbed me around the throat. It took me by surprise and I fell back against the cold wet wall which made me gasp. His hand tightened around my throat as he leaned into my face. I could feel his breath. It smelt of beer. And poppers. His pupils were slightly dilated. We stood like that for what seemed ages. I could feel the heat from his body. I didn't move. Or breathe. He leaned in even closer and whispered to me. "Don't you fucking go anywhere you cunt until you've asked me if you are allowed to? Got that you filthy whore?" His hand squeezed tighter. "Got that?" he repeated. I nodded. Suddenly his other hand came out of nowhere and clipped me across the head. "What did you say fucker?" I wheezed out a "Yes" and his hand dropped to my shorts and squeezed my balls hard and fast. "What?" "Yes sir!" I whispered. I could scarcely breathe. He released his hand and I gasped for air. He leaned in all the way and kissed me. It was surprisingly gentle and made me gasp again. I looked up and straight into his eyes. "No fuck off till I come for you. Cunt." He pushed open the door and manhandled me out. I stumbled to the exit and turned back. He was standing there and there was already a guy on his knees starting to pull his cock out. He pointed to the door. I turned and left. (To Be Continued)

Curious about how others feel about this. I know that for many guys versatility is a turn-on, and it certainly makes for more variety of configurations. However, for whatever reason, versatility is a turn-off for me. I'm really turned on by total bottoms, and when I chat with someone online I always find myself making sure that both of us expect a situation with purely opposite roles. I don't even care if the bottom boy gets hard or cum, as long as he totally and unambiguously loves getting fucked and I see that in his face with every stroke. I'm not into pain or sadism or anything like that - I just want hungry slut bottoms who love cock and dare show it. Which brings me to my question: Am I atypical in feeling this way? Are you more turned on by versatility or by contrasts? Interested in hearing from both sides.

Below is a hot story that was posted on the old bugshare site. I remember shooting a few loads to it. It's about a poz man in his late 20's who rents a room from a family. This story has everything taboo from poz/neg, stealthing, bug-chasing, gift-giving, incest play. I just love it. ....................... I still live at home with my parents and my little sister. I’m David, I’m 21, Gay, with a 16cm cock. About a year ago, we rented out the extra room in our house to a guy in his late 20s, Michael. I'm not sure what he does, but he's hot, keeps himself very fit, works out at the gym a lot. He has his own room with a separate entrance via the balcony and as well as a bathroom for his use so we don't disturb him in his privacy. In spite of these precautions, after a few weeks Michael didn't feel so much like an intruder or tenant, but more like a buddy or some like a member of the family. He ate with us, hung out with us in the evenings We all got along very well. Since he was that close, he was off limits for me to hit on. That is, until a week this winter. In one of my regular horny bouts I went cruising some of the clubs for guys. Already quite hammered at one point I noticed Michael dancing on the dance floor openly making out with a hot young guy. They were all over each other. I never knew Michael was gay! But here he was, grabbing ass, kissing deeply to loud music. In my drunken state for some reason I did not keep quiet but slurred at Michael what he was doing there and why he was making out with some random kid when he could have had the kid down the hall, at which I cheekily pointed both thumbs my way. He didn't seem very surprised to see me there, but trying to talk to me seemed to bore the hell out of his companion. The boy left and Michael had me sit down somewhere quiet. Damn, he was hot. A bit sweaty already, his abs glistening, the light fuss on his chest looking very inviting through the wife beater he was wearing. I could see part of a tattoo on his shoulder, but not what it was. Damn, I love tattoos. Looking back, I think he was waiting for my buzz to go down, keeping me off drinks, sensing me more conscious, he finally made his move. Did I mean what I told him on the dance floor? Hell, did I?!? I didn't even answer but moved closer to kiss him. Without any hesitation he kissed me back, pushing his strong tongue against my lips to open up to him, pulling my head to his with his hands behind my back. I moved my hands to his chest, first massaging, then pinching his nipples. As I dropped one hand to his lap, he pulled me up and towards the exit. No word was spoken. Hand in hand we left. We practically ran for the car and left for home. Never mind my family might notice. They were asleep by then, anyway. As Michael had his own entrance via his balcony in the backyard, we thought it wise to enter there. In his room he almost ripped the clothes off my body. There I was, in the same house as my parents, naked in front of the man we shared our house with. I was hard, naturally. Michael kissed me again, touched my body everywhere, pinched my nipples, which I love, and without a warning went down on my dick. Again, no words were spoken. We were just too horny to form any sensible words anymore. And we knew what we wanted. Leaving my hard dick Michael pushed me down in front of him. Intuitively, I knew what he wanted me to do. I did. His jeans were opened and fell down his muscular legs and I was face to face with his hard, veiny cock. No pants, that's nice! It was a real beauty, about 18cm, the head glowing purple and glistening from pre-cum. Not wasting any time kissing, I took it deep into my mouth in one go. Delicious! The salty fragrance filled my mouth, my nose pushed against the trim bush of his pubes, his hands on my head setting a quick rhythm. I did not resist, why should I? I wanted the very same thing. I must have sucked his dick for about 15 minutes, coating it with my saliva, making it slick. Michael stepped out of his jeans completely and gestured me to get onto the bed. I lay down on my back as the strong man crawled closer. Still, no words were exchanged, no word of status nor condoms. He just kissed me deeply once more and put his hard cock to my waiting hole. Damn, he was teasing me with it, moving it around my manhole, putting it to the opening, but never quite pushing in. I couldn't take it anymore and as he moved to the opening again, I pushed down a bit against the tip of his cock, The head slowly pushing my love-channel open. I moaned. Right then, he knew I was in and that's when he pushed forward. Slowly, sensually, he pushed his whole cock into my excited body, getting into a slow but steady rhythm, making sure we both got a lot out of this. This was more than a quick fuck, it was intimate and intense. I kept touching his body, my hands under the front of his wife beater, feeling up his muscular chest. Damn, this man was one hot piece of work. My legs in the air, me on top of him, him fucking me from behind. I could feel my stretched hole and his hard cock moving in and out, fucking me deeply, steadily, skin on skin. At one point when I was on my back again, he started a quicker beat, and I pushed back in time to show him I was along for the same end. He grabbed onto my shoulders pushing me down on the length of his dick, ever deeper. The silence was broken: "David, I will cum inside of you." I could only moan, completely unable to express anything in a sensible sentence. "Take my cum, David, you hot little slut boy." He moaned, I loved the intense expressions on his face as he released in my hole. I swear I could feel the cum flowing out. His hand moving closer to my own hard cock was enough to send me off, cum sprayed all over my belly and chest, he scooped it up and let it drip into my mouth slowly, his cock still in me. Only after five minutes did he roll off me. I snuggled into him and we slowly fell asleep. The next morning at some time between five and six, I woke up, remembering I should probably better go to my room. It was already light outside and a little light fell in through the shut windows. Michaels wife beater was all ruffled, baring the tattoo beneath: biohazard. That night I hardly slept at all. We must have returned home at some point between 2 and 3 in the morning, I couldn't have slept for more than an hour in his bed. Having seen his tattoo and knowing what it might mean, I was unable to fall asleep anymore. After throwing myself around in bed for quite some time, I switched on the TV to keep my mind from working at high speed. Did the tattoo mean what I thought it meant? Would he do that to me? It couldn't, he wouldn't. He probably just liked the design, or maybe he liked that horrible metal band. But then again, he is gay, he fucked me bare. What if he does that with anyone? How do I know that he doesn't slut around? How do I know that what we did was an exception? But, hell, it was really fantastic, wasn't it? Thinking back, condoms would have definitely destroyed the mood. Had I ever thought of them. I mean, we should have used them, they all tell us we should. But there is no way we would have. We were just too horny. But would I do it again? In my room a took my laptop to the bed, surfing for biohazard tattoos. Could Michael really be positive? Why didn't he tell me? Unconsciously, the pictures I clicked became skimpier and skimpier, and more and more of erotic matter. Damn, they do look hot, don't they? How many of these half naked, or rather: half erect, men are HIV positive? They sure did not look sick. Quite the opposite. They were hot. I'd them. Would I? Thinking about it, I realized in a way I already did. And Michael could keep up with the best of them. No, he didn't appear sick, either. He was positively healthy. If he managed to look like that, how much risk could I have taken? Even if he actually was positive, he seemed to get along alright. Over time I calmed down more and more, my hand on my dick having quite a part in my relaxation. Horny as I was, I knew I'd do him again. Any way he wanted. There was no way I'd turn down such a hot fucker literally down the hall. So there I was, horny, Fuck, I needed to get some. And I know where to get it. Just five minutes later I lightly knocked at Michael's door... It only took Michael 3 seconds to get to the door and open it. The door wasn't even opened by the time I had my tongue in Michaels mouth. I pushed myself into the room, Michael in front of me having to walk backwards, shutting the door with my foot. Michael didn't put up any resistance, at a quick glance I could tell he was in the mood. There was porn on the TV and lube on his nightstand. Seems he expected a solo night and got something better. I didn't need long to have my hands down his pants and slowly stroke his beautiful dick. It was already hard to begin with, so all I did was taking over the jerking. Stopping kissing for a moment I looked down to see a drop of pre cum forming on the head, looking delicious. So I slowly kissed down Michaels body, taking off his wife beater in the process, pulling down his pants, to eventually land my tongue on the ever-growing drop on his dick head. It tasted fantastic. I knew right then that I wouldn't stop before I got a whole lot more of his tasty dick secretions. Like a starving man I took his cock into my mouth, twirling my tongue around his shaft, licking his balls, worshiping his manhood. All this time Michael was completely silent. First surprised by my sudden appearance, then taken aback by my attack on his body, then fascinated by my horniness and will to pleasure him. But then he broke the silence, "I knew you'd come back, you slut!" I could only answer by trying to get more of his manhood down my throat. He helped me by putting his hands onto my head and pushing me down on himself, forcing more and more of his dick into me, choking me. I loved it. I loved the taste in my mouth, the steady stream of pre cum from his slit. I loved his forceful side taking over. I loved being on my knees in front of the man who shared the house with me and my family. I loved the little bit of doubt in the back of my head, the thoughts and fears of the morning pushed back into the furthest alleys of my conscience by reckless horniness. At that very moment I was all horniness, but there was this feeling of taboo, of crossing a line as well. Tears were forming in my eyes from being choked. Michael must have known my slight discomfort, as he forcefully pulled me of his cock and towards the bed. I was still fully dressed, so Michael almost ripped my jacket and shirt of me. As he started pulling on my shoes I quickly loosened my pants, allowing Michael to quickly tear them down my legs. In no time he was on top of me, kissing me deeply, our tongues wrestling, our cocks rubbing against each other. His hand found my dick with a soft tickle. The tickling concentrated on my balls, moving upward toward the head, then turned into jerking. I was hard as a rock and my hips started a rhythm pushing my dick into his fist. He hardly had to even move his hand. Separating our lips, Michael slowly kissed down my body. Starting with soft, sensual kisses on my neck, toward my chest, sucking on my hardening nipples. There he remained for some time, enjoying the feel of my nipples on his tongue and teeth, me enjoying his tongue and teeth on my nipples. At the same time, he kept his hand at my cock, my hips still moving in their ancient evolutionary rhythm. Eventually he kissed further down, taking some time at my belly button, then kissing inward in my hips, first left, then right, teasing me. Slow kisses from the sides toward my cock, never quite arriving. He took one hand to my ass, first slapping it in a harsh contrast to the soft touches of his lips in the front. Then he put a finger to my hole. Just as he slipped it in, his mouth found my cock. As his lips touched my dick head, a finger slid into me from behind. I was ecstatic, I moaned, I didn't know which way my hips should move: forward into his mouth or backward into his finger. Instinct knew what to do: both. I pushed my ass back unto his fingers then jerked forward into his mouth. The same rhythm I was in before, only more intense by being penetrated and penetrating. Michael slipped his fingers out of me to get some lube on them. His face was still on my cock, and has his hands reached for the lube I knew what he wanted to do and handed it to him. His mouth didn't even need to leave my cock and he didn't need to speak a word. Horny minds think alike. His lubed fingers got even deeper into my hole, opening it, more fingers sliding in, two, three. In the front, Michael was chewing on my balls by now, licking of the pre cum from my dick head once in a while. Then he pulled his fingers out of me turned around and put his cock to my mouth, never lifting his mouth from my crotch. I loved it. The feeling of my cock in his mouth while having his in mine. But Michael quickly tired of 69ing, threw himself around and pulled me on top of him. His hands pushed my down on his body until my ass was hovering above his hard dick. Even without his demanding hands I would have backed up onto his dick. The moment when the wet head slowly pushed my hole open was intense. I moaned out loud (in the back of my mind a voice tried to remind me of my parents down the hall and to keep the noise down). As he entered me ever deeper, Michael pulled my lips to his. The kiss went on until all of his dick was embedded into my hole. I started to move up and down on it and enjoyed the feeling of fullness and fulfillment. But Michael stopped me mid-movement. He held me up in the air, then pushing his crotch upward and fucking into me from below. Even working against gravity Michaels was fucking me with intense force, pushing all of his cock into me each time. He kept it up for an impressive time, but eventually he pushed me onto my hands and knees and fucked me from behind. From this position I could see myself in a mirror on the wall. And more importantly I could see Michael fucking me, his face contorted in lust. He noticed too and looked deeply into my eyes while giving me the fuck of my life. I moved my hand to my cock, but he slapped my hand away. He wouldn't have it. So he had me get on my back, with my head hanging down the edge of the bed, toward the mirror. His hand found my cock, his cock found my hole and he fucked and jerked us closer and closer to climax. "Do you want it?", he asked. "Yeah", I grunted. "I will fuck my load into you, are you close?" "Ugh", I felt my orgasm approaching. My body must have jerked, as Michael senses I was cumming. He sped up his fucking and just as cum started squirting from my dick I could see his face get red and through his clenched teeth he grunted: "Here comes Johnny!" There we lay in the afterglow. The passion and lust turning from aggressiveness to more tender hugs. With the worst of my horniness gone, the fog of lust gone, a question found its way from the back of my mind to my mouth: "Michael, you are positive, aren't you?" Kissing my brow, Michael breathed a shallow: "Yes." So there I was, poz cum in my hole, the second load in two days. Michael kissed me and hugged me tight, so any thoughts of getting to the bathroom and cleaning it out quickly vanished. And I had taken another one without getting it out again anyway. It seemed the deed was done. Thing was, I wasn't all that bothered. Right there, at that moment in Michaels arms it felt right. His body was warm, hot even, and out kisses started gaining passion again. "So, do you mind?" Michael asked. All I could answer was "I'm not sure. Yet." His hand found my cock at full attention again. "I know at least part of you doesn't." His hand moved up and down on my betraying dick. In a sudden, his mouth was around it. I know what being hungry for cock feels like, but I was still surprised at the vigor of this blow job. His fingers crawled to my hole while his mouth was filled with my dick. They found my slick hole ready for entry. In no time two fingers entered me and pushed in and out, opening my hole once again. He used both hands to pull at my hole, stretching it, then putt three fingers in and rubbed my insides raw. He had me. "Up for another go?" He didn't even wait for my answer. Nor did he need to. I fell forward into a nice doggy position, my ass up in the air, ready for the taking. Michael was already halfway inside of me when I said "Go for it!" Was I fucking crazy? He had just told me he had HIV and I welcomed him into again, bareback no less? The passion and lust of that moment is hard to explain. I guess part of me figured that the deed was done and one more load wouldn't matter. The other half was either giving a damn or getting off on the doubts and risk. Not that I really could think clearly with Michael in me. The more he got into me, the less I cared and the hornier I got. I caught myself moaning, then noticing that it wasn't really moaning, it was rhythmic chant, a mantra, if you will, "Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me." and so on. Michael did. Slow deep strokes. Hard strokes. Then half a minute of really fast hard fucking. Slapping my butt. Then repeat. It drove me wild with lust. He hard dick hit my prostate again and again, bringing me close to cumming. Michael sensed and slowed down, stretching out our lovemaking (was it lovemaking?). Eventually, Michael was at the point where he wanted us to cum. So he worked my prostate again with hard strokes, fucking the cum out of it. Just as I was in the process of cumming, Michael moaned: "Are you ready to get some more of my poz cum?" "Ugh" "Are you ready to get pozzed?" "Fuck me." "Are you?" "Yes! Fuck me! Poz me! Fuck me! YES!" It was the passion speaking, I was far gone. The orgasm was mine, though. It was intense. In the mirror I could once again see Michael tense up, and as he grabbed my butt and plowed deep into me, cumming he shouted "Take my poz cum, David!". I hoped my parents hadn't heard. I woke up several hours later, with two poz loads still in my hole. Michael was beside me on sleeping face down. The biohazard tattoo was now in clear view. It was beautiful, deep black with a blood red lining. I traced its lines as I thought about its meaning. Michael must have felt, as he started moaning softly. I couldn't see whether his eyes were open but I didn't stop touching his beautiful back. First I gave him a light massage, but moved my head closer to get his sexy fragrance. I was close to his tattoo when I sensed him definitely waking up. So I started kissing his back, more specifically, the tattoo. Just as I had retraced the lines with my fingers I now retraced it with kisses and my tongue. It was like acknowledging what we had done and that I loved it. He knew and asked: "You like my tattoo, don't you?" "It's really well done - and it's hot." "One of these days you may want one of your own. You definitely deserve one." I had to let those words sink in. "You know that I'm neg right?" "I wouldn't be too sure about that now. And the way you're picking up guys and taking them raw..." "Did you know my status?" "I guessed it from your reaction yesterday, but who am I to ask? If someone is up for fucking, that's that. Don't ask, don't tell. But I'm glad you came back." He was right. I made choices, once drunk, Twice super-horny. But nevertheless I chose every time to have sex with him. And the last two times could not be excused with ignorance. I knew it and I chose it. It was still quite a shock to admit to it. My mouth was still on his tattoo. I couldn't stop adoring it. "When did you get it, Michael?" "The tattoo or the bug?" "Both, I guess" "The tattoo about two years ago, the bug about 4." "How did you get HIV?" "Like this, from sex. I knew what I was doing, knew the risk and knew the pleasure. So I was okay with the diagnosis." "Do you know who gave it to you?" "No. See, I fucked around a lot back then, and still do. I was at gang bangs every other weekend and gave my ass up for everyone who was there quite a few times. Not mentioning all the poz or pozcum-filled asses I've fucked myself." "You if you hadn't hooked up with me, you'd have taken that boy home?" "Him, some other one, there is always someone for a versatile guy" "You mean for a hot versatile guy as you are." "Thanks, David. But you see, you proved my point. And you enjoyed it, judging from your coming back." "I did. So do you still go to gang bangs?" "Once in a while. You meet interesting people there." I didn't understand then what he meant. "All bare?" "Sure enough. I'd hate wasting all that cum. You're quite intrigued by it, aren't you? Have you ever been in a gang bang?" "No. I once made out with two guys, kissing, groping, but nothing more. It was hot though." He turned around and stroked my half-erect cock. "So, would you like to change that and actually have a threesome?" "Only with people I could trust....but I might know a guy up for it." I knew James thought Michael was hot. I knew James would be horny enough to be up for it (as long as he didn't cum). But James didn't know about Michael's status, I had never told him. Should I? Would he mind? Michael had his mouth on my cock again by then. His saliva was all over it. Suddenly he asked me to lie down on my back. My dick was rock hard and was sticking up. Michael gave it a few more sucks and spat on it. Then he sat down on it. To see the guy who lived with my family moving his hole down my raw hard cock, to see his passionate expressions as he did was super hot. He loved getting fucked just as much as fucking. My hands were on his tight ass in no time, his mouth and mine locked in a kiss. He did all the work, taking my dick as deep as it got, moving in a heavy rhythm. I knew the difference between safe and bare fucking, having done both, but at that moment I understood why people would do nothing else then raw, natural sex. At that moment I knew why people took so much risk just for feeling skin on skin. And I understood it even better just a few seconds later, when I filled Michael with a load of cum. The next afternoon I didn't have much to do, so I walked over to James' house. I was both horny and nervous. James sensed something was up right away. I guess it was the sex, he has this eery sex-detector going. So I told him. I told him about spending another night with Michael, about switching positions and how much I enjoyed being with him, how hot he makes me and how uninhibited I tend to be with him. And I told him about being found out by my sister. That really got his attention. He'd always had the hots for her and he made me tell him everything about the conversation. I wanted to leave things out, but he kind of managed to fill the blank spots. He was intrigued. He wouldn't let go of the topic, and in an attempt at changing it I spurted out "Michael asked me about threesomes." "What?" "He asked me whether I ever had one or ever thought about having one?" "So...did you?" "Nope, but I kinda like the idea." "Well, I did and it's hust as hot as you think." "You did? Why did you never tell me? I never thought there was a guy open to that, let alone two." "Sure I did. It's intense! You can suck one and fuck one. Or you are in someone and someone's in you. You should try it, nudge, nudge." "Are you saying this to get to fuck Michael?" "Ha. You really know me, dude." "Jackass!" I liked the idea, though. I know both of them, I've had sex with both of them. There probably is no better way of starting with group fun than this. I know Michael'd be game, James is already up for it, but there were still doubts in my mind. Me fucking Michael is alright, but would I be ok with James doing it as well? On the other hand: Michael already told me he was fucking with lots of guys. So why was I even jealous? But there was another thing: would I tell James about the risks? I didn't. I thought about it, but felt it's not ok to expose Michael without him knowing. And at that point it wasn't as if it was really about to happen. Unfortunately, nothing happened for a few days. No sex with Michael and no sex with James. On friday, I told my family (and Michael) I was going to stay at James'. Michael knew that I was considering James as the third guy. At James' we were set up with booze, video games and porn, to be consumed in that order. The booze seriously hampered our success at the games, but we reveled in the chance of safe drunk-driving at GTA. It got boring soon, though, and we dropped our clothes and put in some nice bisexual porn, bareback of course. Commenting on the girl's tits, the guys' cocks and jacking our dicks furiously, we got extra-horny. Just as I was about to go down on James the doorbell rang. James threw on some pants and returned with Michael just a minute later. I couldn't even stop the porn on the screen. There was a big on James' face. I knew what he was thinking. And Michael was catching up fast. "So that's what you boys have been up to..." He said. "Would you mind if I joined?" James stared at me, looking for a sign of approval and he found it when my mouth twitched, forming a smile. Wasting no time, he span around to Michael and dropped to his knees, hands on Michael's crotch. Michael: "My, you are a needy one, aren't you?" Then he looked right at me and grinned as James started massaging his dick through his jeans. You could see the outlines of his fleshy tool through the clothing. Even more, when James began kissing the hardness from root to head, leaving trails of saliva all over the crotch of Michael's jeans. He slowly pulled down the zipper and unbuttoned the jeans. Michael's dick sprang from the dropping pants, no underwear, nothing left between a hard cock and James' hungry mouth. At this point I lost all interest in the porn on the TV, all my attention was focussed on my best friend giving my lover (?) a blow job. And I knew how good James' blow jobs can be if he's really into it. He loves his tongue swirling around a hard cock, licking it from bottom to top and down again, slowly tracing the dick-head, or chewing on the balls. But what he really craves is pre cum and cum. He is crazy for it, the taste makes his blow jobs more and more intense and aggressive, when in the end he is switching between deep throating and sloppy licking all over the recipient's dick. So after James worked some pre cum out of Michael's cock, his cycle started: deeper and deeper the cock went in his mouth, more and more saliva was thickly coating it, and his tongue was licking out saliva and pre cum, making him ever hornier. Michael loved it. He didn't even bother to move his hands to James head, he just stood there, legs wide apart, and enjoyed. The sight got me horny, my hand found its way to my dick, but it wasn't enough. I stood up to stand next to Michael, leaning in for a kiss. While Michael and I were kissing deeply, James moved over to my cock, licking up the pre cum already glistening on its head. For a few minutes he switched back and forth, sucking Michael and sucking me, but it wasn't enough. He wanted us both. So he pulled at both our cocks so they were touching and slowly slid his lips over both our dick heads. I've never felt such a thing, Michael's cock next to mine in the confines of James' mouth while his tongue swirled around all the time. I loved it! Michael's hands were all over me by then and we were still kissing deeply. I knew this night was going to be good and would more than make up for the last few days. But I didn't want to cum yet. I pushed Michael down on the couch and pulled off his jeans. Now both James and I were sucking on Michaels cock and kissed each other around it. Then I turned to James' rear and pulled his pants down as well. My hands touched his already hard dick while I started rimming his fuck hole. It was twitching already, a clear sign James was super horny. I pushed my tongue deeper into him, and put a finger in as well. I was opening him up. But Michael had a different idea. He stood up, his white t-shirt still on, and left James head on the couch without anything to suck on, and stood behind me. Without much ado, Michael put his cock to my ass and pushed it in, the only lubricant being James' saliva. It hurt at first, but he knew how to make the pain really pleasurable. Soon, his whole shaft was inside of me, then pulled out all the way and rammed back in. I could only moan into James' ass. Apparently he appreciated the vibration of my moans, as he pushed back on my face. I wanted more. Like a dog I slowly crawled onto James, Michael following me, never missing a beat, and slowly pushed into James' saliva-lubricated hole. I was sandwiched between two hot bodies, one fucking me deeply, one being fucked by me. Fuck, it was good! Michael grabbed onto James hips and enforced a rhythm on all of us, pushing me even deeper into James' willing fuck hole. Michael's dick head hit my prostate from behind, driving me ever closer to orgasm, with no way of slowing down, he kept pushing me back onto him by pushing James onto my cock. I felt the cum boiling up in my balls, let out a moan and came deep into James. For a while, Michael continued the action, but I needed a break. So we broke it off, James quickly turned around to clean my cock and get some of the cum still leaking from it and Michael pulled out of me, his cock still hard. James was already looking at it hungrily. "Do you want it?" Michael asked him. James I sat down on the couch to catch my breath, ames jumped forward, swallowing Michael's dick whole. Coated with my ass juices and now my saliva, Michael's poz fuck stick disappeared into my friends face. This time Michael was more active and aggressive. He grabbed James' head and held him down on his cock, choking him - James didn't mind. Then Michael just held James in place and really fucked his face in the same rhythm in which he fucked my ass just a minute before. James cock was still hard, he enjoyed being used this way. After fucking his face for a while, Michael pulled out and slapped James' face with his dick, saliva and his poz pre cum leaving traces on it. When Michael forced him to turn around, pushed his head into my crotch and his own tongue up James' butt hole, James gave up all control and just let the pleasure happen. My dick was still soft, but James knew what he had to do. While Michael was sucking his man cunt, he began licking at my balls, then my shaft. I knew it would take a little longer, but the blow job would eventually get me hard again. Meanwhile, Michael pushed two fingers up James hole, fingering out some of the cum I deposited in there. He looked at the both of us and put his cum coated fingers to James' mouth. James licked them clean immediately, sucking the fingers in deeper. Michael wanked his cock with his other hand, smearing his pre cum all over it. I knew where this was heading and I didn't stop it. It was just too hot, too enticing. It was like a hot porno played out by two friends right in front of your face. Only, you could take part in it. I looked at James, who was visibly preparing for penetration and then looked at Michael. He looked me deep in the eyes as he slowly put his poz-precum covered dick to James' hole. It was twitching, waiting for its well-deserved cock. Michael grinned evilly as his dick head entered the well-fucked hole. James moaned as the poz cock filled his hungry body. He pushed back onto Michael, wanting him all inside of him. His eyes were closed, but Michael's eyes were staring at me like he was saying: "See what I'm doing? I'm poz-fucking your best friend. Bareback!" By this time I was hard again. Whether it was the hot sex going on in front of me, the secret I still kept from my best friend, or his hungry mouths action on my cock - I don't know. All I know that I was fucking horny and took initiative. Just as Michael had done, I slapped my cock on James' face or rubbed it all over it. More trails of pre cum were left on his face, so I leaned forward and licked his face all over. James meanwhile was moaning, completely oblivious to what I was doing. Michael was fucking into him hard, pulling all the way out and fucking it all the way in again, straining James' sphincter and fuck chute. Only when I kissed James on his mouth, he snapped out of it, opened his eyes and kissed me back instantly. His hand flashed to my dick and began wanking it. I could see the ecstasy in his eyes. When he felt pre cum leaking from my slit, James immediately put his mouth on it to get the taste. This left me laying back on the couch, looking at Michael's rhythmic fucking. His eyes were closed by now as he concentrated on the pleasure of his sloppy second on James' hole. At times, he was stopping deep in James, not moving a bit, so he wouldn't cum, holding out as long as he could. As that happened I thought I could see some slight movement of his shaft, as if he was so close to orgasm that more pre cum or even bits of cum were flowing through it. The thought of how James' insides by now were coated with my cum and Michael's pre cum was driving me wild, though I cannot tell whether in a good or a bad way (or whether the two were actually the same). Remembering how hot the sandwich fuck was, moved behind Michael and started licking his hole. He surprised me by pulling out of James all the way and pushing into my mouth. I licked of my own cum, the ass juiced and Michael's pre cum, covering it in turn with my saliva, so he could push it back into James. As he did that I fingered his hole and spread it. When I knew he was ready I lined up my dick and slowly slid in. Michael held still for a moment. When I was in all the way, I held onto James' hips the way Michael did before and fucked them both. Michael twitched up and down my cock and at the same time fucked deep into James. And I controlled it all. When I felt Michael getting close, though, I'd stop moving, not rushing things, of not wanting to actually have him cum in James. I still felt Michael's body contracting, though, which was very hot. I kissed Michael's neck and whispered words of appreciation into his ear. I really liked the guy and I enjoyed even sharing him. My jealousy was gone and its place was taken over by a stronger feeling of closeness. Fucking like this for a while brought us all closer and closer to orgasm. I tried to gauge James' pleasure and not let him cum to early, knowing that that would effectively end the night. But I also needed to concentrate on Michael. When I eventually sensed James getting to close, I had us stop. Michael had to slowly pull out, as I pulled out of him. James was still extremely horny and immediately began sucking on my dick, licking off the taste of Michael's poz hole. He wanked Michael at the same time and then sucked us in turns. He was like a bitch in heat, like a dirty whore. I spat into his face and told him to sit down on my dick. So I sat on the couch as James' ass hovered above me. Facing me, he slowly took all of my shaft in. Michael soon had his cock between both our mouths again. So while I was fucking James, or rather James was fucking himself on my cock, both of us licked and sucked Michael. He slapped his dick in both our faces and let some salive drop onto us once in a while. There appeared a grin on his face, he took a step back and stood behind James. Then I felt his fingers on my cock. Rather: I felt them along my cock in James' hole. He was fingering James while I was fucking him! Then I felt his tongue on my balls, licking up to James' cunt, applying more and more saliva, pushing it in with his fingers. James was going crazy. Suddenly, I felt neither Michael's tongue nor his fingers, but soon after I felt something big against my dick, and pushing into James alongside of me. Fuck, Michael wants to double-fuck James! It didn't quite work, though, James was tightening up and Michael couldn't get in. Michael left the room for a second and returned with a bottle in hand. He held it to James' nose and said "Inhale deeply, bitch!". As James did just that, I felt him relax. At that moment, Michael pushed his cock against James ass again. This time he managed to get it in. I felt him slowly sliding up against me, the already tight ass accommodating both our cocks. We were packed tight! It was amazing! I looked at James, who's eyes were glassy, part tears, part ecstasy. Michael kept feeding him poppers, which, as I kissed James, also effected me a bit. All I could think about was fucking the tight hole being fucked by Michael. I could hear Michael moaning out "Take it, you dirty little bitch! Do you like that? Do you like getting double fucked? Do you like our bare cocks in your overpacked tight hole?" James could only moan his approval. Michael kept going on "You will get it. You will get both our cum deep inside that nasty hole of yours." James was twitching around us: he wanted it. The tightness, the twitching, the talk got us ever closer to climax. I sensed the signs of it in James and this time I wouldn't stop, even if I could. Michael sensed it, too, and fucked him with even more fervor. His cock rubbing against mine and James' motion on my cock pulled me with them. Michael spat out once more: "Take it, James, take my cum." As I felt Michael cum right next to me, covering my cock and James' insides with his poz cum, James and I couldn't hold back. I came inside of him as well, mixing my cum with Michael's poz load. James was fucked out. He could hardly talk and quickly fell asleep. Michael and I relaxed watching porn, also not talking for a while. Soon Michael's hand was on his cock, which got hard immediately. I quickly followed suit so were both stroking out cocks watching three guys doing it bare. Two of the men had biohazard tattoos and they were topping a young looking twink. James was still passed out, but Michael and I were looking at each other hungrily. Soon my head was between Michael's thighs and I was giving him a sloppy blow job. I could still taste cum on it, but also something else. A tinny flavor. Blood. We must have ripped James pretty good, looking at his hole, I could see the cum leaking out was slightly pink. For some reason this made me even hotter for Michael's cock. I deep throated him, sucked on his balls, spat on the shaft until the taste was completely gone. Then he drew me in for a deep kiss. Our tongues were all over each other, our hands on each others cocks and asses. Michael nibbled on my ear and then whispered: "Did you enjoy stealthing your best friend? 'Cause I sure did." Stealthing? So that's what we did? Michael continued whispering: "I'm sure it's going to take, we tore him up good." His cock got even harder as he spoke his dirty mind. Small pangs of bad conscience troubled me, but every time I thought about how I probably helped infecting my best friend with a deadly disease, Michael's hand and mouth made me feel so very good. It didn't take long for the guilt to be associated with the pleasure. The wrongness suddenly seemed so hot, so right. Thinking about how both our cocks had stretched James and opened him up for Michael's charged load made me even hornier. Michael noticed: "I see you did enjoy it. Once you yourself have the gift, you will know how hot it really is." For a moment I thought what a dirty fuck Michael was. First he picked me up at a club and even though he was practically family fucked me bareback with his infected dick. Then he made me accomplice in infecting my best friend. And now he was putting these thoughts into my brain. I should have been appalled, I should have been angry. But I was really just bloody horny. Soon I was turned over on the couch, Michael above me fucking his cock into my hole. This naughty, fucked-up man was playing me like a fiddle. While pushing all the right buttons, Michael kept whispering and moaning about stealthing and gifting and how I was a good apprentice. He really rammed into me as he panted "Do you think it will take? Do you think we pozzed him yet? Want to make sure?" He pulled out, walked over to James and stuck his dick in. "I'm going to make sure he gets it." This was so fucked up. This was so hot! I should have stopped him. I should have woken James up. Instead I leaned back, stroked myself and enjoyed the show. James was way out of it. Michael was giving him a good treatment, fucking in all the way, pushing in fast and forceful, trying hard to rip him up even more. But James did not wake up. At one point I wanted in as well, pushed Michael to the side and stuck my dick in. I emulated Michael's moves, fucking James just as hard and aggressively. Here I was getting sloppy seconds to Michael and myself, our mixed cum as lubricant around my hard dick. I could already see some specks of blood on it. I blew. Michael immediately took my place. His muscles flexing, he fucked and fucked him, pushing out cum deeper and deeper into James's channel. "Fuck, he so going to get it. We made sure of that. You made sure of that, David!" He worked up his lust, worked himself to another orgasm. I noticed the tell-tale signs of it approaching, and we looked into each others eyes as another load of his charged cum spewed into James torn up body. "Does James have any toys?" Michael panted a little out of breath. I picked his dildos and his butt-plug and handed them to Michael without a word. I only thought "Was is he going to do now?" The answer was following quickly as Michael stuck James' biggest dildo in. "We going to make sure it's in there deep and stays in there for some time. We don't want leakage." When he was done pushing the cum in deeper, he took the butt-plug and sealed James' hole. I wondered how James could sleep through all of this.

Since this is the general discussion forum, I thought this would be interesting. We all know barebackers come from all walks of life, but sometimes its really interesting to see how much someones personal life is different from their work life. Obviously there is no need to get too personal, but I think it could be an interesting topic. For example a guy I know who is a huge raw slut is also an epidemiologist for the CDC. Personally I am an IT analyst, although I am contemplating going back to school for something else. What about the rest of you? If you want to include your education that could also be interesting. I'm always surprised by how many guys which highly advanced degree's are also guys who love it raw.

I was feeling real horny as I often do, watching bareback porn and chatting with guys on-line. I was already in my gear, which included black leather boots, chaps, jock, harness and vest. Ricky, my Mexican dealer, was on his way over and always liked it when I opened the apartment door when full gear. He will often let me do a test slam if it was new or stronger stuff, saying said it was hot watching me point the product and then my greedy and piggy rush reaction. Rick would have made a great dealer/MASTER as he seemed very interested but was straight. After I hit and Rick left with his cash, I went on a cam site where I attracted a very large following after posting "leatherslave to slam on cam." All the nasty, horny perverts waited and watched as I tied off and registered a juicy vein. "Plunge that liquid into your whore body, slut" I heard one shout and I complied. I was fully slammed-up with chems when I pulled out the rig and let the blood drip from the injection site. Then I did a bit of a sex display show for all, spreading my ass showing my puckering cock hungry hole. After awhile they all went away to watch some other perv slam himself, but one man in leathers, harness and all stayed on and wanted to talk. He was German and was a total LEATHER-SKIN-SLAMMASTER. he only played with white subs who were very submissive, trainable to his ways, obedient, chemical user, leather wearer and ready to be owned. We agreed to meet that night at a bar in Silverlake. I was to come as I was on cam but not to slam myself as he would point me soon enough. At 10 P.M. I parked my car and walked down the street into the bar. I was only one in leather - with my ass exposed and soon I began getting some grabs and attention from some of the patrons. A bear trucker started talking with me and grabbing my crotch and ass as he told me how he wanted to fuck me. "Slave belongs to me his MASTER" a German accent came from over the bear's shoulder. The bear back away as a towering hunk of man stood before me. He wore excellent quality, skin-tight leathers. "Master likes what he sees in the flesh and wants to own and dominate it. Slave wants to be Mine?" MASTER pulled a leather collar off his belt and locked it tightly around my neck, quickly adding a chain dog lead. MASTER then lead me around the bar like a dog displaying me to the patrons, chatting with some buddies and showing me off like a toy. A couple of his buds asked him some questions about me. While I couldn't hear everything MASTER said, I did hear him say he was going to video most of our session for everyone. Before I knew it we were outside and I was put in his backseat, my hands cuffed behind my back by chain link and locks. MASTER sat next to me with car door closed and windows tinted very dark. He then chained my collar in such a way that I was forced to sit straight-up, my head immobile. Without a word Master pulled out a bottle and poured some of the contents onto a rag which he then placed up against my nose and mouth. I could not help but inhale the drug which knocked me out within seconds. I woke up in some other place sometime later. I immediately realized that, while unconscious, I had been fully-shaved - my skin was smooth and hairless, and that a leather hood with only mouth opening, no eye slits, had been placed over my head. In addition, a throat gag was in my mouth, and I was still collared, my wrists and ankles were shackled, and it felt like some sort of cold metal device had been inserted deep into my ass. MASTER had me prepped while I was knocked-out. Within a few seconds of having come-around, MASTER welcomed me back as he pushed an IV butterfly splint right into my arm vein. A clear tube lead to a syringe injection area. MASTER drew up some blood to see that he was in a vein, then pushed a syringe of fluid to clear the line so He could feed meth directly into his slave. MASTER enjoyed feeding his slave chems as I would feel often huge chem rushes throughout my body. The gag was only removed for MASTER's large cock and chempiss. Slave's chemmed hole was front and center of his training and ass abuse. A huge meth slam would invade my body as heavy metal rods were being forced deep inside slave's hole. I felt the sting of sharp needles being punctured through and around my stretched ass walls, cutting and bleeding of slave's tissue and flesh as slave felt the sharp blade of a knife cut into it's skin and slave's ass leaked of meth-infused blood. Of course slave was rough-fucked bareback many times and many of MASTER's cum loads were dumped into slave's ass, ensuring MASTER's cum made its way into slave's system. When MASTER skull-fucked me, slave could taste MASTER's sweet juice and slave's anal blood mixed into a toxic brew. Slave was kept for many days as MASTER's play toy, always in bondage, unable to leave. When the meth started to wear off slave could feel pain in its overworked ass. MASTER heard slave's moans and would feed another dose of meth into the tube. MASTER also had implanted a metal wire electronic device into slave's anal walls. MASTER tested it by sending a direct shock at different voltages into slave's ass. This had the effect of keeping slave under MASTER's control and to punish slave if slave was slow to obey MASTER's orders. Over time MASTER modified and altered me into an altogether different creature. Slave's body was acid washed to kill all hairs and any potential regrowth. A GPS and slave information chip was implanted into back of slave's skull so slave could be tracked and identified. Slave's voice box removed so slave could only make barking sounds. Eventually slave's dick and balls were surgically removed as there was no use for them on a slave. Slave's training was finished with mind-fucking and heavy doses of brain-washing so slave has only one role: to serve MASTER.

It started out as a typical Monday morning: I took my partner Rick to work then returned to our relatively new house which we had purchased the summer before, beginning some projects and editing some videos which had been shot a couple of weeks earlier. I was completely absorbed in my work, but then I heard noises that alerted me that I wasn't alone, but that our boarder, our 18 year old godson, was in the house. He was staying with us while he attended classes at the local university. It was still mid-January so Joel still had a week before classes began, so he was just puttering around and tying up loose ends, settling into his new lifestyle. I had just stepped into the shower and was washing my hair when I felt a presence, I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, rinsing the soap from my face I opened my eyes. Standing before me in the walk-in shower was my godson Joel, in all his natural beauty, his semi flaccid cock waving at me. “Uncle Ned, can I share your shower?” Not giving me a chance to reply he stepped up to me and reached around me for the loofa and the soap, his now hard cock slapping my thigh, he worked the soapy sponge across my back and down my ass crack before moving it to my front and across my hairy chest, caressing me and pressing himself into my crack. It didn’t take long before the soap and his drooling cock had him balls-deep in my hole. He gyrated inside me and slowly slid his engorged phallus out of my hole before plunging back in. He was inexperienced at fucking and I suspect my ass was the first thing to surround his cock other than his own hand. Joel kept fucking me even when I protested that this was wrong “Joel don’t, you don’t know the risks.” But he just nibbled on my neck and ears and whispered “Uncle Ned, I know you’ve wanted me for a long time and now you’re going to get what you want.” With that he shot his pent up teen age spunk into my ass. Then he pulled out his still hard cock and turned me around and began making out with me in the shower, my hard cock pressing into his abdomen. He soaped down my front with the loofa and pressed his lips to mine, his tongue darting into my mouth. “I always wanted you to be my first” he whispered to me, before handing me the cleaning sponge and turned around pressing his tight twinkie ass onto my drooling cock. I soaped down his back and ass cheeks, resisting plunging my tool into his crevice. He wiggled his ass against me but my will power was too good I finished washing his torso then rinsed myself off before exiting the shower. I toweled myself dry, tossing Joel a towel as he sheepishly exited the shower. He took the towel and bolted from the room back to his own. I reached around and felt my recently fucked hole, cum was beginning to ooze out so I reached in a drawer and pulled out a small plug and using the cum as lube slid it in to prevent any further escape of my godson's load. If he wasn’t careful, the load I was carrying might well be his last negative seed.

It’s January 1, 2015, and tonight, for the third year in a row, I had a man’s arm inserted elbow deep into my tweaked out hole as the New Year dawned. It’s just a little tradition I have . It started on December 31, 2012. I was in Chicago getting thoroughly fucked by Verne, a 60-ish pervy top Daddy, at his place in the Bryn Mawr neighborhood. Earlier that night, a guy I was planning to meet cancelled on me, and I thought I’d be snuggling with Mr. Dildo all night. But, happily, there is this thing called the internet. I chatted on asspig with this hot 60-ish Daddy and he sent me his phone number. I called and he invited me over to pnp and be his fist bottom for the night. Sure! I said, and I think I was on the way to his place before I hung up the phone. It was a good thing his place happened to be less than a half mile from my hotel. I arrived at his place at 10 PM. His place was well kept as he was. We went to the bedroom, where he had points ready; we did them, and then he started fucking me - and pretty well too. He took only about 15 minutes to nut, but once he did, he pulled his cock out of me and without skipping a beat, just started fisting me. I was pleasantly surprised at his expertise and totally into this daddy stud now, so I settled in for a good long hard fisting...fucking awesome! Well, he was still in my hole when New Year struck - I really wasn’t paying attention, but he noticed and really thought it was hot. He used it for dirty talk as we kept fisting into the morning - since he got off on it so much, naturally I did too. Now to December 31, 2013. I was in working in DC for a month and since it was New Year’s Eve and I did not have to work the next day, I was really looking to have a good time that evening. I didn’t know anyone in town to call or where to shop for supplies. I was super horny since I remembered the past New Year’s and was determined to do it again. I decided to take a chance and hit up a couple guys on bbrts about partying - careful to say I buy my own dinner. I struck paydirt with Brett, a cute blonde vers guy my age in Arlington; he invited me to come over, so off I went. At 9 PM when I arrived, Brett met me at the door (naked) and waved me into the house. Two other guys (also naked) were sitting on the couch and they smiled and waved as I entered the room. I made a joke about being overdressed, and started getting naked. Brett introduced me to them as Mike and Glen, and then began to prepare some rigs. Mike and Glen looked like they had been partying some already. Brett looked really hot walking around with his veiny thick 7 inch hard-on bobbing to and fro. I thought, this is gong to be a good night. When the rig was ready Brett handed it to me saying I could use the bathroom if I wanted. I said I’d like to mount him and bottom out on his hard cock and then do my slam with his cock in me. He grinned evilly, saying, fuck yeah, let’s do it. Brett laid on his back on the floor and I straddled him, taking all of his cock into my ass in one thrust. He smirked at me, looking pleased with himself. I put the rig to my arm and they all said it was hot watching me slam while riding a cock. Then the four of us fucked and sucked each other for at least two hours until I noticed that it was 11:40 PM. I had already talked to Brett about fisting me, and he nodded eagerly as he was totally into it. He thought the whole scene of stuffing my hole as the year turned was kinda hot too, especially since it would be my second year in a row doing it. Brett set up his web cam angled toward the bed to get all the fisting action out to the world as soon as it happened. I got on the bed on all fours facing away from the camera, huffing hungrily at the poppers bottle as he slathered lube on my tweaked out hole and unceremoniously pushed his forearm half way to the elbow and held it there, twisting and flexing his hand inside of me. Mike and Glen, who were still fucking, watch Brett invade my ass. I loved it and told him so. Mike started reading the webcam site comments off the computer - most of the comments were nasty and full of name-calling - I loved that too! Brett kept his forearm inside of me for nearly two hours after the New Year came. Along the way the Mike and Glen fed me their cocks, and eventually Brett got his arm into me up to his elbow. And now to what happened tonight, December 31, 2014. It happened just a few hours ago now. I planned to do this third year in a row ever since last New Year’s, but I wasn’t sure where it would happen until last month. I was sharing my plan with a Mark, fisting buddy I know in Kansas City. He said he’d love to help me out - and I was more than willing to have him expertly fist open my hole as the New Year arrived. Mark has a husband, Brian, who just likes to have his cock sucked and watch Mark fist guys and get fisted. We started at playing about 8:30, and after preparing our points, I offered to let Mark get in the sling first. He eagerly accepted. I told Mark I was not going to slam until he had his whole hand inside of my hole; Mark agreed to that as well. He is so easy to fist; he has a big receptive hole and I would have no problem getting into him right away. But I know that he likes to draw the initial penetration out a bit, so I tease him, holding off. He finally can’t wait any more and nearly ordered me to fist him, begging, please, please, just put it in NOW! I smiled. I know what Mark’s feeling; I obeyed and shoved my left hand into his eager hole. Immediately, he hits a vein in his arm with the point and pushes. I hold still, waiting for the rush after the tourniquet makes a “snap.” I look deep into his eyes and I can see when the high is at it’s fullest. Against the background noise of his incoherent groaning punctuated by the occasional “FUUUCK,” I worked his hole open for about an hour. Then he politely offered to give up the sling to me. He is such a sweet guy! I gave him a couple of slow “all-the-way-in-and-out” strokes to express my thanks. As I take my hand out of Mark’s hole, my own starts to tingle, knowing what’s coming next. It’s now 10:15 and I am reclining into the sling, putting my legs in the stirrups and getting my ass over the edge to give him the best possible access. He lubes up my hole by injecting a massive syringe of J-lube into it and the shoves his hand in. He smiles and tells me he loves watching me slam with his hand in me. That’s my cue to go ahead with the slam. I know it’s a pretty big dose, .4g, so I’m eager to get it in and start flying. I find the vein easily, insert the needle, and draw some blood back into the syringe before pushing its contents into my arm with one smooth motion. I hesitate before I remove the needle and look into Mark’s eyes, surrendering my hole to him with complete abandon. In response, Mark moves his fat squirming hand around in fuck hole. I pull the rig out, cap it and drop it into the bucket. Here it comes: the familiar taste, the coughs, the vibrating eyes, the full body rush and the intense burning sensation in my hole as the tina courses through my body. Mark’s arm is thick and his hands are large but he is an amazingly skilled fister. Before a half hour is up, he is elbow-deep in my hole, rocking the sling as he maintains his depth into me. The clock tells us it’s midnight as we hear it chime the New Year in. I look at Mark with a lusty grin and mouth “thank you.” He smiles and slides his arm out of my hole with a long, slow motion and then just as slowly, advancing his arm into my hole to his elbow. I can feel his bony elbow press on my opening. I greedily snort more poppers and spread my hole wider for Mark as Brian slides his cock down my throat. I realize: THIS is exactly where I need to be and I am overcome with a feeling of satisfaction at how utterly natural this all is, and I love it! Three years in a row, welcoming the New Year with a fist in my hole. And as Mark skillfully twists and thrusts his big arm in my hole, I can’t wait to make it four in a row.

I know it's a ways away, but never too early to start planning. I'm going to IML this year for the first time. I'm looking for a hot young cumdump to go with me. I'll pay all your travel expenses... you just have to take as many loads as possible all weekend. I love whoring out young slutty cumdump bottom boys. So, if you love getting your hole flooded by a group of random guys, hit me up and let's make some plans.

So, we have the discussion about underwear, but what about swimwear? I'm heading to a beach the coming weekend to get away from winter weather...and love swimwear nearly as much as undies! So what do you prefer to wear yourself? Might be interesting to see if there is a difference in top vs bottom on this...so i'd be interested in what you like your partner to wear also. I'm a bottom and love to wear speedos or tight short squarecut suits (my fav since they still emphasize ass but not dick so much). For tops I love speedos since I wanna see what I'll have to work with I also like the short trucks that look like running shorts if they are thin.

Chapter XIV being worked on now.

My apologies for drooling shamelessly, but RogerDavies if I was anywhere near you - BABY - as long as I had a dime, you'd have a nickel.

THANK YOU! Doesn't even have to be "dom" for me, just a total top all about his dick and my ass. Simple.

Last night. Got fucked by two guys. I answered an ad that said safe only top guy looking When I got to his apartment in a dangerous part of town there were two guys They were all over me rough and dominate In about 30 seconds they had me stripped naked and bent over a dirty couch. I was scared oneguy in front one in back Strong hands pushed me forward off my feet and the guy stepped between my legs Spreading my cheeks. I barely squeaked out, "safe right?" They both laughed and the guy in front of me took control of my head with both hands. He forced my face down into his unwashed crotch and fed me his meat. As I was gagging on his thick cock I felt the other guy pushing into me. I was tense and really scared now so my butthole was clenching up. He brutally penetrated me. It hurt like hell as he mounted and started jackhammering me. I was getting force fucked bareback withing 5 minutes of entering this place. He thrust into me for about a minute while I struggled to breath around the monster cock shoved down my throat. After the first guy spilled his load inside me they switched positions and I was swallowing the cock that was just up my ass while the other guy used my cunt. He dumped his load in me too and they threw me out the door naked and dripping seed from my hole. They threw my clothes out the window and I quickly pulled them on and ran home. I am their bitch now and will go back when they call.

Saw a local 24 yo white grad student from scruff in the liquor store at the corner from my apartment. We'd been seeing each other online for a couple of weeks, but we never met. His profile says he's a big sub bottom with a cum fetish. I started chatting with him in line at the store and invited him over to my apartment for a quick drink. We weren't even through with the first whiskey and coke before he was bent over my bed. I started pounding him with my bare cock. We never even bothered changing positions. He was craving cum. After I unloaded in him, he took his bag and left. Not 3 minutes had gone by before he texted me and asked if I had another round in me. I told him to get his hairy ass back to my place. I fucked him again and left another load up his gut. He put on his gym shorts, and I walked him to the lobby of my building. As we were saying goodbye, you could see the cum running down his leg on the marble floor... 2015 is off to a good start. I uploaded the pics I took after each breeding. You can see his red gym shorts never even made it off of him before the breeding started.

First time was raw, and I begged for it. I was at my friend Jim's house watching tv with his big brother Jeff who was 21 and home from college. I was 15 and we were smoking hash and watching 8mm straight porn, when my Jim's girlfriend called from where she was babysitting and called him to come over. After he left, big brother made out with me and I sucked his cock until it was hard and he fucked me the first time on my back with my legs high in the air. He fucked me the second time doggy style and dumped two loads in my ass.

Lost my virginity when I was like 12-13. Didn't start using condoms much before college. I mostly use condoms with anonymous hookups or those that request them. I usually bareback with regular fuck buds.

Usually im a very quite person in the town where I live but once I start to travel the true slut comes out. Last October I traveled to bit in Europe and the USA. Horned up after months of no sex I took my plane from South America with my first stop Berlin for the hustlaball. Since I had to change planes in Paris with a long lay-over I went to a fuck buddy of mine to take a nap..... Unfortunately he was on his way to work so I gave him a quick blow job and swallowed his load and of he was... After I arrived in Berlin in the late afternoon I went to the opening reception of the Hustlaball and the pre party at Connection. A couple of beers later I found myself on my knees giving blow jobs in the darkroom. A total of 5 cocks sucked and swallowed 2 loads. I was so tired from the journey so I went home to take a rest. In 2006 was the first time I went to the hustlaball in Berlin and I wanted to visit it again. The party was just one big fuck fest. I ended up sucking, being sucked, fucking and being fucked by numerous guys. I ended up dumping my load in a hot pornstar's cunt which was full of cum already. My last night (which was also the last warm evening in Berlin) I spent in Tiergarten, a big cruising park and where I sucked 2 dicks and fucked and dumped a load in 1 cunt. After 4 days in Berlin my next stop was London where I had an interview with Treasure Island Media. Since I was in London just for 2 nights I thought to spend at least 1 night sleazing around. After the interview (which went great .... to be continued :-) I went at night to Hampstead Heath.... a huge cruising area. Although the weather was not that great i managed to suck 2 dicks, fuck to cunts and pump my load in one of them. Next stop was Lisbon. First day I sucked and swallowed cum and piss from a friend of a friend who lives there. Second day I bred a "safe only" cute young teacher who was shaking completely after he realized that I let me fuck him bare. Third day was 4 some with some sucking and fucking. But since it was not bare I didn't want to shoot my load there. The last night I went to the sauna. Got fucked by 1 guy and brutally face fucked by a guy with a huge cock and managed to swallow his load too. Last stop in Europe was Paris. I just love sun city sauna. The first day I went and I sucked several cocks in the steam room. The second day I went back and fucked some more for fucked by 2 guys. After I was done I went to a grindr hook up, he fucked me and I swallowed his load and finally ended my trip with a load of my fuck buddy up my cunt. After Paris I left for NYC where I participated in a huge sport event so I couldn't fuck around. My last 2 days of the trip I spent in Miami. Fucked 2 guys bare on the first day, the second day 1 sucked and swallowed one guy and on the last day I fucked a "safe only" guy bare..... What a trip

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.

My Dr. ask me how sexually active I was and I told them the truth.That I sometimes have unprotected sex with strange people at the clubs I go to. They ask me if I want to go on PrEP and I said yes.

Chapter VIII Well, another morning and ready to get to work soon. Standing in bathroom of my motel room and staring in the mirror. It has now been about 36 hours since I had had my first m2m sex. I had been totally straight and now, wow, first gay sex, and then found out he was HIV+ and had let him cum in me not only that time but some more times. Then the next day meeting a friend of his and letting them both have sex with me and cum in me multiple times each and both were poz. What the hell was I thinking and doing? So conflicted now. Pick up a hitcher and now standing here trying to get my mind to work and figure out what to do now. I knew what I had to do. As I was turning to leave the bathroom and head to work, Steve, the hitcher, was coming in. He had gotten up to tell me good luck at work. I could not help but look down as he was naked, as we had all fell asleep that way last night. His absolutely beautiful cock was swinging between his legs as he moved. 12" and almost as big around as my wrist, wow, what it could do in my hole and I felt the familiar tingle there and my own cock twitch. Damn, stop, no time for that. I told him I still had time and was going to call a doctor today and see about getting something called PEP, I had read about. I told him I just could not get my head around becoming poz. He told me he understood and told me about a doctor here in this town to go see who dealt with HIV at a clinic. He then grabbed me and before I knew what he was going to do planted a big kiss on me and with his cock pressed against me I couldn't resist and kissed back. As I headed out the door he yelled he would be waiting when I got back. Work went much smoother this time and I called the clinic and was surprised as they said if I could get away they could see me that afternoon late. This also put my mind more at ease and made the day go faster. Then I begged off early again to head to the clinic. I got to the clinic and the nurse/receptionist gave me the usual forms to be filled out. He told me they were pretty slow today so it would not be long to wait at all. I had a seat but it was only for about a minute when the nurse called me to the front desk. He told me I had put down I was married on the form but was there to see about HIV? I told him I had gotten kind of dumb and picked up a hitcher and before I knew what I was doing had had sex with him and had never been with a guy before. I then told him that he then told me he had HIV and that is the reason I was there. He asked why I had done it and I told him I still had no idea and that before I knew it I had let him have sex with me several times, even knowing about it. He kind of grinned at that and told me he knew what I was saying. I kind of let that pass. He then asked if I had noticed any bleeding from my hole and I told him I had. He then said the doctor will probably want to do a rectal exam also and maybe even with a scope to look inside also. I went to sit down but again just a very short time and I was being called to go to the back to an exam room. The nurse/receptionist showed me back. I remarked he seemed to do a lot and he told me he was the only nurse and receptionist they had. He took me into a room and did the usual, bp, temp and so forth. He then told me I might as well disrobe and handed me a gown to put on. He then started typing some things into a computer as I took off my clothes. I caught him kind of eyeing me as I got naked but didn't pay much attention to that. Then as I got the robe on and he was done typing he stood up and told me the doctor would be there shortly. I couldn't help myself and glanced down at the front of his scrubs and noticed a definite tenting to them. He went out and I had to smile knowing he had gotten hard watching me get undressed. They both returned shortly. The doctor asked me a few cursory questions. Noted that I had a little time left but I would definitely need to start PEP quickly to have the best effect. He told me he had better check for tears, especially after I had described the cocks sizes that I had let do me. He was kind of shocked I had let not only my hitcher do me but then and turned around the next night and let his friend in on it too. He had me lay down on my back and the nurse helped get these things set up and my legs into them. I asked what kind of thing they were and the nurse told me they were commonly referred to as stirrups and normally used to examine women. I could see that. The doctor then took a quick look at my hole using a magnifying glass and told me he could see a couple of small tears but nothing bad. He then told me he was going to do a scope check and he would be back in a bit with it and went out. The nurse then told me he would get me prepped for the doctor. He would probably be gone a bit as another patient had come in and he would stop and look in on them real quick before returning. He then got between my legs and started to wash the area with some warm soapy water. It felt so good as my hole was still terribly tender from being used so much the last two nights. He then told me he was going to appy some lube for the scope to enter easier. He started to apply the lube around my hole and then inserted his finger to lube the inside of my hole. I couldn't help it from what had happened the last couple of nights and my cock started up and the tingle of pleasure caused me to moan. The nurse then looked me in the eye and straightened up. He kept his finger in me and I felt it rotate around my hole and he told me he needed to loosend it up some for the scope. I couldn't control the tremor that went through me from the pleasure and then he drove another finger into me and I almost came up off of the table with the intense feeling that caused me. I then felt another finger and then noticed the nurse smiling as he revolved his fingers back and forth in me. His other hand seemed to be busy also and then I felt what I was sure was his hard cock at my hole as his fingers came out. I couldn't move as the surprise of the moment caught me completely unready for that. His cock kept going in further and further and then I felt his balls hit my ass as he was all in me. I started to ask what the hell he was doing and he all at once pulled his top off and started to fuck my hole hard. I looked at his chest and was shocked to see a biohazard symbol tattooed around one nipple. As I looked up at his face he grinned and told me that yes he was poz and since I already had it in me to go ahead and enjoy another load. I could not move. He then told me we didn't have much time and he needed to cum fast. He then started to pound my hole really hard and fast. It was only a matter of about 3 or 4 minutes and he told me here it comes and he planted his cock as deep as he could and I could feel it twitch as he unloaded his toxic cum in me and my own cock exploded my load all over my stomach at the same time. As he grabbed the warm soapy water and was washing my up again the only thing I could think of was I am such a damn slut. Letting another stranger use my hole. How could I ever refuse a cock if I couldn't even refuse one while waiting to be examed. He got me cleaned up quick and then applied some more lube and was just finishing when the doctor came back in. He got his scope ready and soon had it in me and looking over my insides and the feeling of that scope in my just used hole didn't help what I was feeling any either. He commented to me that he thought I had told him my last load had been last night. I kind of hemmed and hawed a little but told him that was right. He told me it sure looked more like some fresh cum in me but he could be mistaken. The nurse standing behind him was grinning ear to ear and I had all I could do then to keep from laughing. The doctor told me he saw nothing unusual in there though. He had drawn some blood earlier too and told me to wait he would have some the results for that in a bit and then we would get me started on meds. He then went to check. I got the robe off and started to dress and the nurse was telling me he was glad I hadn't said anything. He told he was sorry but just could not resist as my ass had looked too tempting and my story of already taking several poz loads had just got him too excited. I told him not to worry as it had felt great to me too. The doctor came back in in about 15 or 20 minutes later and told me my blood work came back pretty normal. It was too early for anything to show up anyway. He then explained the PEP to me and told me how much to take and how long and so forth. He then told me I would probably need another exam in about a month and then probably again in about 3 months to make sure. He told me he liked things started at certain times and I was to start the meds the next morning without fail. I told him I definitely would. He also told me I probably should not have sex with those guys again to make sure also. I told him I wouldn't. I really wasn't so sure of that though and was just hoping. I left then and on the way out the nurse was waiting at the outer door and as I stopped to say goodbye he grabbed me and planted a kiss on me. It caught me by surprise but I didn't resist and he told me after to come back sometime soon and see him.

Just so fucking hot

I defintely love it when my Top feeds his cock to me after it's been in my ass. It shows him that both my holes are available to him at any time. I especially love it after he's cum in my ass and wants me to clean up his cock with my mouth. If I'm lucky, I can squeeze a few more drops of cum out of his cock. As for my Top eating my ass during the middle of a fuck, I'm totally for it. I know how to clean myself out so I'm never worried about any unpleasantness. And with my hole stretched open, my Top can really eat, tongue and spit in my hungry hole. I've yet to meet a Top that will eat my ass after he's cum in it, though.

I honestly love the spice and makes me horny as fuck!

I had a top that got off on ass to mouth, and I'll do anything to please my top, so I performed ass to mouth for him several times. I was a little put off the first time until I saw how much it got him off. After that, I started enjoying it too just because I knew how much he wanted it.

The other men nodded their approval and made their way into the main room to pull on a few shreds of clothing before heading back downstairs. Chuck got down between my legs, lifting my ankles so that they rested on his shoulders, his big, thick, precum slicked cock hear resting against my swollen, and dripping pucker. “How’s that hole feel boy, you think you can handle one more cock?” “Please fuck me Chuck, I want you so bad. I don’t want this to stop. I need more cock.” It had become a need now, I longed desperately to feel Chuck’s thick meat entering my hole, to have him stretch me out and leave his load deep inside of me. It wasn’t just Chuck, though I longed to feel him inside of me, it was all the men I had had that day and more. I just needed to be fucked, and I was starting to not care by whom. I had four POZ loads deep inside of my gut already and although Chuck didn’t have a tattoo that I had yet seem I sensed that I was about to receive my fifth; but that didn’t matter I didn’t care about status I didn’t care about anything so long as I was getting more cock. I wonder if this is what Johnny had felt when he had first started bottoming for Chad or if his lust was less then mine. “How does it feel to have all those loads inside you boy?” “Perfect.” “You know that those loads are special, don’t you boy? You know that even as you lay there trying to suck my cock inside your loose sloppy cunt that they are changing your life forever?” “Yes.” “You ready for another life changing load boy?” “Yes.” Chuck pressed forward with his cock sinking it slowly into my hole in one careful thrust. I exhaled with joy as the largest cock of the day worked its way into my cum lubed guts. It wasn’t that Chuck’s cock was the thickest and longest of all the men I had been fucked by that made this moment special though, it was him that made it special. He was the one who had started all of this, he was the one who had brought me to this moment and I longed for nothing more then to make him as happy as he had made me. I tensed my hole around his cock and then relaxed as he came at long last to rest hilt deep inside of me, milking his cock with my tender hole. He smiled and pulled back just as slowly. I was probably imagining it but I thought that I could feel every vein, every ridge, and contour of his cock as it slipped easily from my hole. Chuck pushed forward again slowly, working my hole open for his massive tool before he really plowed me. Cum frothed up around his dick as he churned up the loads of his friends inside my hole. “I can’t believe you’ve been masquerading as a top all this time, a hole like this is too good to waste it’s got to be bred.” He was starting to pick up the pace of his fucking, his eyes never leaving mine. “But we won’t waist that nice cock of yours either, Johnny’s already said he wants to be the one to milk the first load out of you tonight with his sweet sweet hole.” He slammed his cock into me hard a few times pulling out almost completely each time causing me to yelp with pleasure as his cock head crashed into my prostate. “Would you like that boy? Do you wanna breed Johnny’s tight hole?” “God yes. He’s so fucking hot.” “Good boy. You are doing so well,” he cooed as he pistoned his dick rapidly in and out of my hole,” When we first broke Johnny in he was crying before my dick even touched his hole, but not you. You’re just hungry for more aren’t you. Even my fat cock isn’t enough to satisfy you is it,” he stabbed the full length of his cock into me hard as if to punctuate his point. “I need to be fucked, I just need more cock. I don’t know why or what’s happened to me but I never wanna be without cock again.” I felt agitated, scared by my confession, but Chuck just smiled. “Don’t worry boy, we’ve just unlocked the cumslut in you. This was always who you were supposed to be not some bitchy top.” Somehow I knew he was right. “Please Chuck, give me your load; breed my ass; fill me with your spunk.” “You got it kid,” Chuck closed his eyes, lent forward, tightened his grip on my legs and began to fuck me even faster pounding a little harder and a little deeper with each stoke. Sweat sprung up upon his brow and his breathing become racked and uneven. It seemed as though every muscle in his body had tensed under his thick coat of dark hair, and his skin began to glisten with sweat. I could smell his powerful musk growing thicker in the air, over powering even the smell of frothing cum which had become so prevalent. He grunted like a wild animal and then with a powerful surge of energy that vibrated through my entire body he bottomed out in my well fucked cunt, tossed his head back and came. I felt his cock throbbing as ribbon after ribbon of warm sticky cum rocketed out of his fat mushroom head. He flooded my already overflowing guts with his massive load and I relished every second of it. As his orgasm subsided he collapsed forward on top of me his cock still lodge up my ass. I turned my head slightly and found his hairy sweaty pit in my face. I licked up and down it’s length tasting the sweet salty sweat that clung to the dark hairs, Chuck moaned as I swirled my tongue about. Very slowly he got up, his cock slipping from my hole leaving me feeling empty and longing to be filled by another cock. After a long moment of silence Chuck said, “Put your shorts on and grab the rest of your clothes, lets go down stairs and join the boys. I’m sure by now Johnny’s hole is nice and lubed up for you to breed and we’ll see what we can do about getting a few more cock over here to breed your sweet cunt before the night is through.” THE END.

My heart was pounding and my head was spinning. I knew what that symbol meant and I had just taken that man’s load, his POZ load. I had to get up, to get out of there, to get that man’s load out of my hole. “Keith you next and then Chad and I will finish the boy off,” Chuck said. I realized I hadn’t moved at all, frozen in shock and fear. Just as I made to put my legs down the youngest of the three men came forward, smiled at me just as Wes had done and got down on his knees. His lust was faster then my fear and before I could really think about anything other then the show of it all Keith had lined up his own meaty cock with my what must now be dripping hole and slid inside. Just as it had when Johnny had started fucking me, as soon and Keith’s cock brushed my prostate all of my panic and fear melted away. Even as my eyes drifted down from his strong handsome face to see the biohazard tattoo encircling his nipple I just felt the sweet euphoria of having a thick cock inside of me. “Man you’ve got a wet warm hole,” Keith said with a kind smile, his voice ringing with a slight touch of a southern drawl, “Gonna make me shoot fast. Wes did a good job of stretching you out normally boys cry the first time they take my beer can.” If I had to guess I would say Keith was probably around twenty-five, he still looked young but there was something experienced in his eyes. He kept is brown hair a little long and messy, that All-American towel dried look. His eyes were a clear sky blue and boyish. There was nothing boyish about the rest of him though. His chest and arms were thick masses of muscle the kind that came from playing sports and working hard on one’s body. In a way he reminded me of a grown up version of the footballer I used to breed in high school. Though I suppose this time the tables were reversed. A thick patch of hair grew in-between his massive pecks and around his light brown nipples and led to a rather extensive treasure trail which ended in a thick bush around his fat cock which was now pumping steadily in and out of my ass. He was not as pale as Johnny nor as olive as Wes but the warm golden brown that came just from being outside in the summer in the mid west. His cock was spreading me wider still then Wes, he hadn’t been kidding it ready did feel like he was shoving a beer can up my ass, and I loved it. “God you’re hole feels so good I’m getting close.” Keith breathed in a hushed voice, as though he didn’t want the others to hear. Then leading forward, burying his dick deep inside me he bent between my legs and kissed me hard on the mouth before moving to whisper in my ear, “I know you saw my tattoo, do you know what it means boy?” “Yes,” I whispered back. “You still want my load boy?” “Yes.” “Not that it matters at this point, you’ve already got two POZ loads lubing up my POZ cock in you.” My brain rushed for a second, and then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Johnny’s round peach fuzz covered ass where emblazoned on the left cheek was a yet another biohazard tattoo. I knew then that I had never had a chance. From the moment Chuck’s cock had entered my mouth I had been destine to take these POZ loads and there was nothing I could have done about it. “Tell me what you want boy.” “I want you to breed me. I want you to knock me up, to fill me with your load, to flood my guts with your cum. Please breed me.” “As you wish boy,” Keith bucked his cock hard a few times pulling me out of the trance I had fallen into during his long slow fucking of my hole, and buried his cock balls deep inside of me while his cock spurted his load inside of me. “Thank you,” I whimpered as his cum mixed with the other loads frothing inside of me. My body was shaking slightly as Keith pulled out and the last man I didn’t know stepped forward, this much be Chad.

Part Three. I was so high still from either the poppers or the stuff he was putting in my ass I had a hard time keeping up with him as he headed for a group of cars parked along the roadway. Dan stopped and opened a car and grabbed a bag and said “come on piggy, time to make you a whore”. He heads down this path and over a bridge to another trail and ends up under some kind of tree that’s branches all most come the ground with a picnic table under it. STRIP BITCH! Off come the shorts in a heartbeat. He then pulls out two Styrofoam pads and puts one on the bench part and tells me to get up and kneel on it, he then pulls out a dog collar and puts it on me and fastens two chains to the collar and secures them to the ends of the table. He then ties ropes to my ankles and spreads them wide and ties them to the table ends. My hands are handcuffed and tied to the other side of the table. He said this is where the real fun starts my friend. He grabbed his lube and plastic bag, hands me a bottle of poppers “you won’t need those very long bitch”. I can no longer see behind me or move much, but I know I am going to get my ass packed with lube and whatever is in that bag. I feel him filling my ass with lube and I am pushing back wanting more than that damn finger. I all of a sudden hear someone cough; as I look up there is three guys standing in branches with cocks out jacking them, when Dan said “almost ready come on it”! Dan, then asked me if I ever partied; I said sure! (Thinking beer). Dan said I am sure this is going to be a lot more then you ever dreamed of! He then had his friends grab my arm as he wrapped some band around my arm. I am so high from whatever was in the lube, but now I am scared shitless, not knowing what he is doing, then I see him with a syringe and needle coming up to my arm, I start to fight, but I have no where go and not able to fight very well. Dan tells me to calm down that what he has been putting in my ass is the same that he is going to give me now, just more. I see the needle go in my arm and the band come off. I am still in a panic, but aware that these guys seem to be getting naked and see guys grabbing each other’s cocks and feeling my body all over. I put my head down and can see someone is now behind me and feel his cock going into my ass, no pain, no problems. I can hear myself telling myself or them how great it feels, “Please fuck me, please fuck me, fuck yes”. I find myself pushing back wanting the strangers cock in me. My hair is then grabbed and I am now getting my mouth filled with a nice cock and hearing what a complete pig I was. I think it was Dan who said, “He was a straight bitch yesterday, and a cock, cum, chem whore piggy now”! I look out of the corner of my eye and see Dan standing there naked, and more guys seem to have found our hiding spot! I feel the first guy in my moth explode and I start to swallow his cum like a baby to milk. Then hear the stranger in my ass telling Dan he was going to knock this bitch up, then grunted and said take my fucking hot load you cunt!! And I am sure it was a hot load, it felt great!! Two more are now filling my holes and start talking dirty to me about making me one of them, a toxic bitch for them to use for years to come because no one else will want me!! I was confused, but didn’t care at that point, I was getting gang-banged by complete strangers, high as fuck and loving every minute of it and wanting more. Dan leans down as I am gulping another load down my throat and laughs saying, “you have no idea what these guys are talking about do you pig?” I can’t really answer at this point with a cock filling my belly with his seed and the other holding my hips and just slamming into me telling me I am going to be a pregnant piggy before the days end!! I thought back to yesterday and the thought girls must be going through knowing they were getting pregnant and carrying a man’s babies in her, and I was a proud bitch at this point, me pregnant with other men’s babies swimming in me, knocking me up with their seed!! I looked up at Dan, the guy pulled his cock out of my mouth and I just said “I am proud to be the bitch to these men and carry their babies in me”! I want to feel every guy in the world put his seed in me!!. Dan then asked if I knew what being Poz was, I just shook my head “no”, “you will bitch, you will”! As the last of the men, who I was told come down to the park on their lunch hours and after work to release a load or two were done, and only Dan and I were left and even he fucked me again and made me clean him off, released me from my bondage and kind of curled up on the table and fell asleep……………..

yeah, man very hot - reminds me of myself when i started cruising the park and rest areas pleeese more

Chris entered the free HIV/STD clinic very annoyed. He had just been hired by a bareback gay porn company and, prior to shooting, the company insisted he get tested. Chris was 29, 6'2, a former bodybuilder who had softened out, and honestly, the softening had actually made him more attractive, as his body now had plumpness in all the right places, namely his ass. His Greek heritage was apparent by his deep tan that framed a dazzling smile. Chris was also a huge bareback slut, which is why he was trying his hand at porn, figuring that since he had let every guy who fucked him blow his sperm up his colon for free, he might as well try getting paid. He had been completely taken aback by the insistence of the company that he get tested because he honestly assumed status didn't matter. Even as he waited in line behind other sluts to check-in, a spermy load was being squished around in his hole from a random trick he met on Grindr. The gay boy working the desk made him sign in while raping him with his eyes. Chris, who was wearing short, tight jean shorts for a reason, didn't mind, in fact he liked the attention. He had also thrown on a skin-tight tank top and leather flip-flops on his beautiful, golden feet. After Chris signed in, he took a seat in the waiting room and waited for his number to be called. He gazed around the room at all the drunken one-night stands and condom 'breakage' cases around him and smiled to himself. His ears perked up as his named was called, then was directed to an examination room for the tests. The nurse came in and introduced himself as Jorge. Jorge looks to be around 40, about 5'11, with a bit of a belly and tanned skin, was no one's definition of attractive. He wore sperm-white scrubs and white crocs. Taking a seat, Jorge said "I will ask you questions of a very personal nature. Answering is optional and used for statistical purposes only." Without missing a beat, Chris replied "I'll answer all of your questions, I'm not shy." Jorge smiled, and began by asking "Are you gay, bi, or straight?" "100% strictly dickly" "Are you normally a top or a bottom?" "100% bottom bitch." Then the questions became a lot more exciting for Chris. "How often do you have bareback sex?" "All my sex is bareback." Jorge looked unfazed. "How often do you let guys cum in your ass?" "I don't allow any pullouts. What's the point having dick up my ass if the top doesn't blow his load in there?" "How many times in the last week have you let a guy cum up your hole?" "I stopped counting at 30." Nothing seemed to shock Jorge, nor did he give judgmental looks. "Look, can we skip to the test? I'm only here because the porn studio that just hired me wants the test done before I'm allowed to get creampied in any of their movies." I had to stop here to go to work. This is my first time writing a story and I will continue it shortly.

Cant wait to start, douching usually takes me an hour and a half so I look forward to shortening that time! thanks for the tip

Raw. I was 12, he was 13. He put lotion on his Dick and ripped me open. He shot a huge load inside me. It came out mixed with lots of blood.

By a strange circumstance... For the next 15 years, Dave and I fucked and converted many boys. Some wanted it, and some were too dumb to see our status or ask about condom use. Often we double teamed the guys, and made sure that we both gave them a huge load. Our favorite was when we got a guy who wanted to be double penetrated. We loved the feeling of our poz cocks rubbing against each other as we bare fucked a hole, and our loads were often deposited at the same time when we were able to DP. We had a stash of condoms that were prepped for breakage, and our 'silicon' lube was laced with baby oil to ensure breakage. Our goal in life had become to spread our seed and procreate through our disease. We had ads on all the popular hookup sites, and all clearly stated that we were poz, and preferred to fuck bareback. Sometimes it got us the ass we wanted, sometimes the guys were hesitant. Those were the ones that we either stealthed, or used the old 'just the tip' line on till we were shooting our poison deep into them and changing their lives forever. The big shock of my life came when we got a hit from a cute 18 year old freshman named Tom who had just moved to DC for college and was looking for some Daddy types to help him come out into the gay world, and give him the bug. When he unlocked his pics for us, I was stunned. It was like looking into a slightly distorted picture of me at that age. He didn’t have my light blonde hair; rather it was a dark strawberry blonde, but his features eerily looked like my younger self. We chatted, and over the course of a couple days, I discovered that he had grown up with a single mom and had never known his dad. He had come out as gay in high school, but growing up in a small town he had not known of any other gay guys. Tom really wanted to meet us, and Dave was fully up for giving him our bug; there was just something in the back of my mind that had me on edge with Tom, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We all met at a local diner for lunch, and to chat before deciding on going any further. It was over that lunch that I finally discovered what had me on edge with Tom. We talked about his plans to study sports medicine at school, and that he in high school he had been on the wrestling team where in placed in the Nationals top three every year of high school. In fact his wrestling skills had landed him a nice college scholarship. But it was when He showed us a picture of His mom that it all clicked. I had fucked around with his mom back when I was in the military, and must have knocked her up. Tom was my son. Not only was he my son, but he was gay and was a chaser, just as I had been, although I had never admitted as much until Dave had converted me. I dropped the bomb that I had just discovered on Tom and Dave. I knew Dave well enough to know that as soon as the recently discovered truth was out, his cock was rock hard and leaking his toxic precum with the thought of us gifting my own flesh and blood with our bug. Tom, I didn’t know that well, but the look that came over his face was eerily similar to the look that was on Dave’s face. The two of them quickly finished up their lunch, and were practically dragging me back to our place. Once we were alone in our apartment, Tom pulled me to him and gave me a deep passionate kiss. “I’ve always had this fantasy,” he said “of finding my Dad and him being gay. I never imagined that he’d be this hot or that he has something else that I wanted other than being a mentor to me.” “What do you mean, Tom?” I asked. “You know. I want the bug. To be poz. My cock and hole are twitching right now with the thought of it being given to me by the same cock and cum that made it possible for me to exist.” As much as my brain wanted to rebel against the idea, my cock began to harden in my jeans and the thought of my seed, that had helped create this young man in front of us, being fucked into him and its poison finding its way into his blood and converting him began to interest me. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted to give him what he wanted. “I have an even better idea,” I said, “you can call us Daddy and act like we are your Dom Dads. But we will all know the truth and enjoy the hell out of it.” “So,” Tom asked, “does this mean that you will fuck me? Give me your poison seed and convert me to be like you, Dad, poz?” “Yes, son.” “Nice! How about we start on that converting of me now.” With that out of the way, Tom grabbed both my cock and that of Dave, and began to massage them through the denim of our jeans. Both of us let out a moan, and I grabbed Tom’s hand form my crotch and began to direct him to our bedroom. Dave followed behind us, stripping his clothes off as he went leaving a trail of hastily removed clothing. Once in the bedroom, Tom began to strip, but I stopped him. I wanted to be the one to take of each article of clothing and expose the body that I had unwittingly helped create all those years ago. As I pulled off his shirt, a nice firm six-pack, a beautifully sculpted adonis belt and solid pecs were revealed. His lithe body reminded me of mine when I was his age. I still had the six-pack, but now there was a lot more fur there, not just the trail of hair that lead down from his belly button into his jeans. Tom reached over to me after I had his shirt removed and slid my tee shirt over my head. He leaned in close to me and put his head on my furry chest and a purr left his lips as he nuzzled into my pecs. We both kicked off our shoes and then at the same time reached for the button and zip of the other’s jeans. I batted Tom’s hand away and told him to wait his turn. As I undid the button and pulled the zip down, a moan came from the doorway where Dave stood naked and jacking his cock. “Stop with the tease, you two, and get naked so we can get to the fucking. I don’t think I can hold off cumming for much longer. This whole Father/Son thing has got me really close.” “Then stop playing with your cock and wait like a good boy” I said with a smile in my voice.

THE END... I watched as Peter eased the metal pin from my cock. As he pulled it put a dribble of precum spat out of the head and covered his fingers. As I watched he licked his fingers clean and grinned. He turned the dial up a notch and then leaned forward to feed me poppers, ordering me to take deeper breaths each time. After the fourth hit I was dizzy from the combination of poppers and chems. I watched as he turned the dial on the small box up and felt the immediate reaction in my arse. He lifted my legs and pushed the metal butt plug deeper into my arse. I could literally feel it against the muscular walls of my arse and i was sure i could feel my arse juices sloshing around it too. It felt incredible. Peter turned the dial up again and I could feel the hairs on my head tingle as he straddled me. Suddenly he was speaking to me. About school. I didn't really catch what he was saying but it was something about physics lessons. I watched as he poured a whole bottle of poppers into a jock and pushed it into my mouth. Greedily I opened my jaws to accept it and breath in the chemical smell mixed with the rancid smell of sweat. Then as I watched he stood over me he started to piss all over my cock and balls. And suddenly I remember my physics lessons as the piss reacted with the electrical charge coursing through my body. The shock shot through my body making me gasp and jolted my body. I watched as his arced his piss up my body to my face and straight onto the jock in my mouth. I felt the piss soak the fabric and start to trickle down my throat. I could taste the chems in it. I couldn't help but moan. After seeming to piss for ages, his cock finally dried up. I was literally lying in a pool of piss. As I lay there drenched Peter unhooked the black box and pulled the butt plug from my arse. I heard it make a sucking sound as it came out and felt my hole close up. Peter stood up and ordered me to follow him. I stood up and felt my legs give way. He turned to look at me and laughed. He grabbed my arm and wrenched me to my feet and dragged me after him into the bathroom. He pushed me into shower and I heard the rush of water. He ordered me to wash myself down. I obeyed as he stood there watching as I soaped my body and washed off the piss. My hand slid to my arse and after soaping it I couldn't resist sliding a finger in. His hand swept up out of nowhere and hit me in the face. He dragged me out of the shower, swearing and cursing at me. I was whimpering as he dragged me back into the main room and threw me across the sofa. I landed awkwardly, winding myself. He grabbed my head and forced my jaws open and pushed a phial into my mouth, holding my nose to make me swallow. I was begging him to stop as he fed me anther vial. Then he pushed me on all fours and i felt him push the head of his cock against my hole. I screamed as I felt my arse tightened. Grabbing my hips he pulled me all the way onto his cock. He was right the shock had loosened the inside of my arse but it seemed that my butthole had tightened as he forced his way past the muscle without mercy. I was fighting for breath as he plunged in and out of my arse, literally ripped me open. But I wanted it all and I wanted it deep and found my hands gripping his thighs and drawing him even deeper into my greedy arse. I realised that the chems he'd fed be were stronger than ever. I heard myself urging him to fuck me harder and deeper. To fill me with his cum. To use me. He pulled out and flipped me over, raised my legs into the air and slammed his cock back into my hole. As I opened my mouth to scream his hand wrapped round my neck and choked the sound out of me. My arms flew up to stop him but with his other hand he slapped them away and held the over my head. As he plunged remorselessly in and out of my hole I felt his grip tighten. Spots started appearing before my eyes as he stared straight at me. Suddenly I felt my arse give way and felt his cock slide even deeper into my arse. He moaned as he felt it too and released his grip. I pulled air into my lungs as I felt his cock slide past the sphincter deeper in my arse. Never before had I had a cock so deep. I could literally feel it banging deeper and deeper into my hole. Peter was still staring at me, his eyes seemingly full of, I couldn't believe it, hatred. But at that point I suddenly realised that is what I wanted. His hatred. Fuelling his fucking. Using me. His breath was getting quicker and quicker. He released my hands and I felt his hand grip my cock hard. I was completely powerless as I felt him wank my cock. Pulling the foreskin all the way back. I felt my balls tighten and suddenly without warning I was spewing cum all over the place. He kept on fucking me. And wanking my cock. And I kept spewing cum. It was coating my balls and stomach. He stopped wanking me and scooped the cum into his hand and smeared it all over my face. And still he didn't stop fucking me, sweat was dripping off his face and onto mine. His breathing was ragged but the pounding did not stop. His cock felt more engorged in my arse than ever. I imagined my insides were raw and bloody from the cock abuse. But I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him deeper and harder. And I told him so. And suddenly he yelled and pulled me deeper onto his cock as I felt his cum explode up my arse. I felt it flood my guts, spilling out his cock and deep into my arse. And still he kept pumping my arse. I felt his hot cum speeding out of my arse as he finally pulled out. He slid me down and pushed his cock into my mouth. I obeyed and opened up my throat to take his cock as far as I could. It was still spilling cum which spilt down my throat. My tongue lapped his shaft tasting his cum and my arse juices as his face fucked me, his balls pushed against my mouth. Finally his pounding subsided and he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He straddled me and looked down at me. Chem fucked I smiled. He leaned down and handed me a phial. I accepted it and drank it down. I should have seen it coming. I passed out. ************************************************** I came to with the sun shining in my face. Something was not quite right. And it took me a few seconds to work it out. I was in my own bed. I was naked. I sat up. My clothes were in a folded pile next to the bed. On the bedside table was an envelope. Gingerly I picked it up and opened it. "Morning Cunt. Not a bad start. But you've much to learn. One point." My cock twitched as I out the note down and lay back. My hand skid between my legs and as I rubbed my cock I sighed. Master was pleased.

I came to and I was on a bed again. Except this time I was tied to it. My wrists were bound with rope above my head. My feet were tied to the end of the bed. I couldn’t move. And I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. My cock was hard and dripping precum. My head was buzzing from whatever chems he had given me. My body felt warm. I was sweating. “Wakey wakey cunt boi.” I looked up and saw Peter watching me. He was standing at the end of the bed. He was also bollock naked. His cock was hard and dripping as well. I wanted him to slide it down my throat and deep into my arse. He walked around the bed and climbed on and straddled me. It was almost as if he was reading my mind. I moaned as I saw his cock inches from my face. I leaned forward hungrily. “No.” He slapped my face really hard. My eyes started to water. He laughed. “You suck my cock when I tell you. Understand?” I nodded and said yes. He smiled and pulled a small box from under the pillow. “Candy time.” He pulled out a couple of pills and pushed one into my mouth. He grabbed my jaw making me open my mouth and then gobbed into it. I swallowed gob and pill greedily. Then he pulled out a bullet. Clearly it was ketamine. I loved ketamine but was always wary of it having taken too much once and ended up in a k-hole. He twisted the spindle once. Twice. I wimpered. He pushed the bullet up my nose and looked at me. I breathed in and the k hit the back of my throat. It burned. He then swallowed his pill and took two bumps of k. Then he leaned down and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the k in our spit. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my chest and abs. Fuck it felt good. He pulled away and started stroking my cock. As I watched he gently but insistently pulled and rubbed it. And then suddenly my cock was in his mouth. I moaned and pushed my hips up. He didn’t resist and as I watched he literally gorged on my cock and balls. The chems were beginning to take effect as I was lost in the intensity of his mouth and tongue on my cock. He focused his attention on the head and I moaned loudly as he worked the most sensitive part. I could feel precum spurting down my shaft and heard him lapping it up. Just as suddenly he stopped and jumped off the bed. He went to the table and when he returned he was holding a small holdall. I smiled at him as straddled my legs. “Time to get you opened up boi for my cock,” he said. I nodded eagerly as he told me how he was going to stretch my tight hole with his cock and breed me. Fill me with his cum and then keep fucking me. He pulled a shiny silver butt plug from the bag. It didn’t look as big as the first one as he licked it. It felt cold against my arse as he slid it into my hole. The cold felt good in my arse and I moaned again. He leaned forward and fed me some poppers. He rummaged in the bag again and started talking again. “It’s too easy to stretch your hole with a dildo don’t you think?” I tried to focus on what he was saying as he pulled some small boxes out of the bag. “I think making your muscles relax beyond the sphincter is just as important.” I looked at the boxes. They had wires attached. I didn’t understand. “I find this method much more enjoyable. For me. For you it depends.” I watched as he attached the wires to the butt plug in my arse and then to the small black box. He leaned down and kissed me. “Play time.” As I watched his hand found the small dial on the box and turned it slightly. I heard a buzzing and at the same time my arse started to tingle. I moaned. He turned the dial again and the tingling intensified. It was spreading from my arse up my body and into my balls. He turned the dial again. My arse jolted from the increased charge and a shock went through my body. My eyes widened and I gasped. It felt incredible. He put the box down and started to slowly wank my cock. The feeling was incredible and I moaned loudly as he pulled my foreskin back and started to stroke the head of my cock with his thumb. He stopped and turned down the dial to rummage in the backpack again. “Good boy. You liked that didn’t you?” I nodded. “I wonder what you will make of this?” He pulled out a long piece of silver – like a nail – and a bottle of lube and smiled at me. As I watched he straddled my legs again and reached under the pillow. He pulled out a cloth and stuffed it in my mouth. Then he grabbed my cock. I froze as I watched the silver nail approach the head of my cock. “Don’t move,” he whispered. He squeezed the head of my cock and slid the tip of the nail into the head. I screamed into the cloth. “DON’T MOVE!” he yelled. As I watched he pushed the nail into my cock. I could feel it sliding down millimeter by millimeter. As it opened up my cock. Finally he stopped. All I could see was the head of nail. “Good boi. I am impressed.” I let out a deep breath. Then he picked up the black box again and turned the dial. The humming was followed by the same tingling but this time I could feel the tingling inside my cock. I gasped from the strange sensation in my cock and arse at the same time. My master leaned down and started to squeeze my balls making me moan even louder as it intensified the feeling in my cock. I closed my eyes as the sensations took over my body. I could feel my heart pumping hard, and blood rushing through my ears. I was sweating so much I was lying in a pool of sweat making me realize I was lying on a rubber sheet. Then as I watched Peter leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. The feeling was too much and I yelled out as I felt his hot tongue on my shaft. He turned up the dial again as he sucked my cock making my cock jerk and creating an excruciating sensation as my cock tugged against the nail inside it. My balls were tingling as if I was about to shoot a wad but nothing happened. I was on the verge of orgasm and could do nothing about it. He pushed the butt plug into my arse sending waves of feeling deep into my gut. I could literally feel my arse widening. Widening for his raw cock. At this point I realized that Peter was in complete control. He was my master.

Here you go, lads - let me know what you think of it... Part II I turned to walk back into the toilets. And stopped. What had just happened? Had he really spoken to me? I touched my neck. It hurt from where he had gripped me by the throat and squeezed. That was real enough. As was my hard cock in my shorts. I turned around again. He had ordered me to leave. I should. I didn't want to risk annoying him. Not because he would hurt me. But because he might not. I looked around and wondered if I could loiter outside the toilets but there was nowhere to stand. The corridor was too narrow and I didn't want to risk it. I was also confused. Did he recognise me from the gym? I didn't think so. He had never noticed me at the gym. Why had he let me stay in the cubicle then? Did he find me attractive. He couldn't, I mused. He was a muscle guy and I clearly wasn't. It was all too confusing. I walked back into the main bar. The lights had been dimmed even more. All around most of the guys were now bollock naked. As I entered hands grabbed for me. I didn't resist as I was lost in thought. But I didn't stop either. I walked to the far end of the bar where I had first seen him. As I turned round a guy knelt in front of me and pull down my rubber shorts. I didn't resist as I felt his hot mouth engulf my cock. My hand automatically went to the back of his head and pulled him deeper onto my hard cock. It felt good. I pulled open my poppers and took a deep hit. Fuck this guy was good. He was swirling his tongue around the head of my cock like an expert as one hand kneaded and pulled gently on my balls. I flattened my hand against the back of his head and slowly started to face fuck him. I looked down. It was the young guy from before. He was damn good at this! No wonder the other guy had been moaning. I put both hands behind his head and pushed deep down his throat. He didn't even gag. The poppers were making me feel all warm and sweaty. I pinched my own nipple and looked up. Guys all around were watching and nodding appreciatively as the young guy serviced my hard cock. I couldn't see him though. A thought flashed through my mind. He was still in the toilets. The centre of attention. And it wasn't with me. My cock started to soften again. I pulled out and looked down at the guy. I leaned down to kiss him and whispered I was sorry. My hands travelled down further to reach for my shorts. They weren't there. I knelt down til I was face to face with the guy as I searched for my shorts. Fuck it. He had slipped them off and now they were no where to be seen. I stood up again. I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. What the fuck was I going to do? I was going to stay. I was so horned up now that I needed to find some release. I had been bollock naked in clubs before. And I knew that I looked better than I had ever looked before. But what about the muscle guy? I was suddenly angry. Fuck the cunt, I thought. He wasn't around. I was too proud to hang around. Guys here wanted me and they could have me. I pushed my way from the bar and headed into the club proper. As I walked out hands reached for me again and I stopped every time so that I could feel sweaty flesh on my skin. More than once I kneeled down to take a hard cock in my mouth. Savouring the taste of other peoples' sweat and gob and cum on those hard shafts. I savoured the feeling as guys felt my sweaty arse and probed and teased my hole. But I moved away whenever I felt a cock against my arse. No yet. I didn't want to be fucked just yet. The main club was now a seething mass of sex to a hard dance beat. Everywhere men were fucking, sucking and kissing their way into drug-fucked oblivion. As I wasn't high it was like I was standing above them. Observing. Part of me wanted to be in the middle of that drug-fucked orgy but another part of me wasn't so sure I wanted to get that lost. Anyway where would I get drugs now? Just then I saw my mate. He was standing there looking at me. He winked and beckoned me over. "Having fun?" I told him I was horny and needed a 'little help'. He chuckled and reached down into his boot and retrieved a small bullet of paper. "MDMA" he whispered. "Just enough." He winked and walked away. I pulled open the paper and without caring who saw tipped the white powder into my mouth. It was bitter. Very bitter. So I washed it down with my water and then dropped the bottle on the floor. I loved MDMA. It worked quickly and kept me hard. And it didn't take long to take effect. Soon I was wading through walls of flesh. Rubbing against other sweaty bodies. Kissing. Groping. Licking. Sucking. Giving myself totally to the sensations around me. High on drugs. Drunk on poppers. I licked precum from my lips from all the cocks I sucked. I licked the sweat from mens backs and chased it down to their cracks. I buried my face in the pits of men I didn't even look at. It was fantastic. And then suddenly he was there. Watching. Again. I froze as he glared at me. Then I noticed. My mate at his feet. Kneeling there. Eyes glazed over. The muscle guy had his hand on the top of his head. Owning him. My mate looked up at him and smiled. And received a smack around the head for it. My cock stiffened. I felt precum ooze from the head of my cock. That should be me. He raised a finger to his lips as if bidding me to be silent. As if he knew I wanted to scream in frustration that he had chosen my mate over me. I wanted to turn and run but I couldn't . I was stuck to the spot. And suddenly he moved away from the wall and turned away from me. The sea of fucking flesh parted as he continued to walk deeper into the club. My mate tried to stand up and follow him. He was violently pushed away and fell. Lost in a sea of mouths and cocks that buried him. The guy turned around. Stared at me. And winked. Then beckoned me to follow him. I didn't hesitate. I now ignored those same hands and mouths that had been enough until then. Now I was wanted. I followed him into the deepest recesses of the club. I had never ventured this far back before. I had been told this was where the most extreme hardcore sex happened. Guys wild on drugs, high on sex, just wanting to be used. He walked ahead of me. No one touched him. Every so often he would stop and look over his shoulder and smile. Once he stopped just under a dim spotlight and stretched his hands above his back. I watched as the muscles rippled under his sweaty skin. I was in awe. I walked passed men fucking. Fisting. Pissing on one another. All the things that only moments before I craved were no longer important. I was completely focused on following him. Suddenly he stopped. And then he was gone. Nowhere to be seen. I panicked and moved faster. I was at a dead end. Where did he go? It was impossible. I began to panic. I had lost him. Shit. but as my eyes became more accustomed to the gloom I made out a recess on my left. I turned and stood before it. This far back the music was but a dull thud. I heard someone move within. "Get in here fuck boy. Walk until I tell you to stop." I shivered. From fear. And expectation. Gingerly I walked into the gloom. I had no idea where I was walking. Or what I was walking into. The MDMA was at full pelt in my body. I was sweating. I was shaking. I was so hard it hurt. "Stop." I stopped and stood there shivering. "Cold are you fuck boy?" He was behind me. I jumped. I could feel his breath on my shoulder. I started to turn around. "No." He smacked me on the back of my head. Hard. "Don't turn around cunt. Who said you could. I saw you. Whore. Sucking any cock you could. Licking every arse. Gulping cum. Do you think I want me whoreboy to do that?" I shivered. He smacked me on the back on the head. "Answer me" he whispered into my ear. My legs almost gave way as I felt his mouth so close. "No. No Sir." He chuckled. "No. That's right. I decide when my whoreboy needs to perform." Suddenly I felt his fingers trace down my back. I moaned as I felt it trace my spine. "A fittie aren't you my cuntboy." I nodded as his finger slid between my arse cheeks and tease my hole. "Spread your cheeks for me boy. I want to see if this hole has been used. It better not have been." I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks. I hadn't been fucked that night. Or for weeks. I was so tight. I felt his finger push against my hole. I moaned again as he ran his finger over my arse. "Good boy. Not been fucked in a while I would guess." I nodded again. "Good. And taken candy I would guess too?" I nodded again. "Yes sir. Some MDMA." He chuckled. "Gay boy." Suddenly he grabbed me from the back, an arm around my neck and pushed a finger into my mouth. Before I could resist he was rubbing my teeth and gums. The taste was very bitter. "This will be more like it." I don't know why but I struggled which only made him clasp his arms around my chest. I struggled for a while longer until I realised it was useless. He was strong. And whatever he had given me was kicking in. A warmth invaded not only my stomach. But my cock, balls and arse. I could feel the sweat streaming off me. My head was spinning. I could hear the blood rushing through my veins. "Good boy. There doesn't that feel good." I couldn't even nod. He was now standing pressed against me. I could feel his hard cock through his jock pressed against my arse. I pushed back. I wanted his cock. He laughed. "Hungry cunt boy? No. Not yet. Not yet." His hand moved down the front of my body and grabbed my cock. I moaned. He gripped the shaft tight making me moan even louder. "Mmmm. Hard. Feels good in my hand. You will make a good slave boy with a cock like this." I nodded. His hand moved up my body to my neck and squeezed around it. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the neck. "I am going to fuck you up. You hear me? I am going to own you. You cock. Your arse. Your body. Your mind. Your soul. When I want you I don't give a fuck where you are or who you are with. You will come to me. Immediately. Understood?" I nodded as his hand gripped my neck tighter. "Yes Sir. YES!" My whole body was now burning with desire. For sex. To be used. He moved away. I tried to turn around but he slapped me on the back of my head. "No boy. don't turn around. I know what you need." I winced in anticipation. My hand went to my arse and I wiped sweat off and lubed my hole. "Tell me what you want" he whispered. My mind was reeling. "I want your cock sir. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Harder than ever before Sir. I want you to own my arse." He chuckled. "Good boy. Although I am going to have to teach you to be a better begger. But not tonight. Bend over. Spread your cheeks." I obeyed. I bent over and spread my cheeks. And nothing. I held my breath. Still nothing. I started to turn my head. "DON'T MOVE!" he yelled. Suddenly I felt his arms around my waist and the most agonising pain imaginable as I felt his cock rip into my arse. I yelled from the pain and my knees buckled. He lifted me up and push his cock further into my arse. I tried to push away as he fucked me. It was too much. His cock was ripping a hole in my gut. I retched from the pain and struggled to break free. He held me tight around the waist and continued to plunge in and out of my arse. I began begging him to stop. I told him - begged him - to pull out. Whatever he had given me wasn't dulling the pain. It was intensifying the feeling. Every thrust made lights flare up behind my eyelids. I could hear him grunting with each thrust. His breathing hard and laboured. "Want some poppers cunt boy?" I opened my eyes. I didn't understand. I felt the poppers pushed into my nostril and splash up my nose. I breathed in. Anything to help with the pain. But something was wrong. My mind wasn't working. "Good boy." No. This was wrong. I couldn't understand how he could be fucking me and feeding me poppers. I could feel his breath on my face. And his cock in my arse. Ripping me open with ever deeper thrusts. His cock? No. Not his. I panicked and started to struggle. He realised that I had discovered what was going on and I could hear him laughing. He leaned forward into my face again and grabbed me by the chin. "What fuck boy? Don't you like it? Don't you like being fucked? Used?" He gobbed into my face and smeared it in. The guy fucking me was still driving deep into my arse. He wasn't stopping. The pain was reaching a crescendo in my arse. "Please. Please stop" I begged. He grabbed me by the chin again. "Stop. Isn't this what fuck boy wanted. A cock up his arse?" I moaned. He laughed. "You didn't think I was going to fuck you did you boy. No. You aren't worthy. You think I would put my cock in your arse? After what I've seen tonight. After watching you stare at me in the gym. Lusting after me. Making me the centre of your wank fantasies at home. Me fuck you? No." The guy fucking me pulled me up. And pressed me against his body. His cock, deep in my arse, started to pulse. The muscle guy stood up. "Can you feel it? Can you feel his spunk?" I could. I could feel the guy behind me shaking as he started to cum. I could feel the bristles on his clipped chest. Suddenly I knew who it was. The was the first guy I had seen. He was fucking me. Against my will. He shuddered as I felt his cum shoot into my arse. I tried to move away again but he held me in his iron grip. He licked and kissed the back of my neck as he came. And came. And came. His hot spunk filled my arse. Suddenly I panicked again and writhed desperately to get free. His hand shot forward and grabbed my cock. Squeezing it hard he started to roughly jack me off. I screamed at the sudden pain but he didn't stop. But it didn't take long. A dozen hard sharp twists and suddenly I was shooting spunk. As I shot the guy behind me let me go. I feel to the ground. Into my own spunk. The muscle guy knelt down and grabbed my face. Holding open my mouth he made me taste my own hole - he fingered my sloppy cunt, and then made me lick his hand clean. I lay on the floor in a ball. My arse was fucked raw. My cock was throbbing with pain. Suddenly I felt a boot on my face gently pressing down. "You just might do fuck boi. You might just do." And then he was gone. To be continued...

Part 3: Chuck took me over to the gym at which he and the neighborhood guys workout. Entering the gym, I noticed the guy at the front desk had a drawn look to him and he was eyeing me like I was fresh meat. Chuck introduced me as being new to the area and he wanted to show me the gym and see if I wanted to join. The attendant welcomed me, and gave me a complementary admission, as well as key to a locker and a fresh towel and told that the initial visit would be free and if I wanted to join the gym to cum back to the front and we could discuss membership. Chuck led me through door to the locker room which was non-descript. I remarked to Chuck that I didn’t have my workout clothing, to which he replied "Don’t worry, we will just use the sauna and then I'll show you the rest of the gym." Not knowing any better, I followed Chuck’s lead, stripped-off my clothing, and wrapped the towel around my waist, heading off to the sauna. Stepping into the sauna, Chuck and I were the only guys there, and Chuck remarked "All the guys hit the sauna when they come to the gym." Sure enough, after a couple of minutes a couple of guys wandered into the sauna and greeted Chuck. Chuck introduced the guys as Tyrone and Julio, explaining to them that this was my first time at the gym and I was new to the area. Tyrone and Julio both said hello to me and sat on either side of me. After a few minutes another guy entered the sauna and Chuck introduced him to me as Pete, saying that I was new and should be properly introduced. Pete looked at me, smirked, and walked over to where I was sitting and then dropped to his knees and opened my towel, took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me to full attention. As this is happening Julio and Tyrone both dropped their towels and showed their nine inch cocks to me, nuzzling my lips. I took the hint and alternately sucked on each of them. Between the cocks in my mouth, and Pete's attention to my cock, it didn’t take long until I blew my load in Pete’s mouth. Pete swallowed most of my cum but then got up and proceeded to kiss me, feeding some of my cum back to me in our deep kiss. Tyrone and Julio then suggested we leave the sauna and they would show me how they work out. As we got up, I noticed they had the same bio-hazard tattoo as Chuck and realized quickly that I was going to be bred again. Before I could contemplate saying no, Tyrone and Juilo directed me to an open workout area and pushed me down on the mats. While Julio fed me his cock to suck, Tyrone began to lick my ass and finger my hole. I could feel my hole being torn up by his jagged finger nails and it wasn’t too much longer before I felt Tyrone enter me with his cock. Tyrone was hard and rough in fucking me and before I knew it he came in buckets in my hole. Before I had the chance to catch my breath Julio took his place, and proceeded to continue the fucking of my hole. Julio worked me long and slow and he was in my ass for a good 45 minutes before he finally pulled out leaving me in a puddle of cum. I then licked Julio’s cock clean of my cum, Tyrone’s cum and my blood. Chuck looked at my worn out expression and said I was ready to go home. Chuck thanked Julio and Tyrone for showing me the benefits of the gym and then lead me to the locker room to get dressed. As I dressed I could feel cum leaking out of my hole, and then Chuck drove me back to my place. He walked me up to my apartment and remarked "The guys who fucked today weren’t on any meds, and with the potent loads you've taken over the last few days, well, the bug is sure to take." Chuck then continued saying "...but to be sure, Tommy and I will fuck you until you get the flu - and then I have a plan for you, - once you convert...." To be continued

Raw, when I was 15. Hurt like hell.

Part 2. After getting back home from Chuck’s, my mind was in a complete tailspin. In less than eight hours I had gone from never having even kissed a guy, to taking poz loads in my ass from four different guys. The sensations I had felt were nothing I had ever felt with my previous girlfriends and it left me confused. At least I had a week to settle into my apartment before I started my new job. Monday I got my television and internet connections hooked-up and proceeded to begin surfing the internet to understand better what I was feeling. I came to realize quickly that surfing the net for the straight porn that used to make me hard no longer had that effect on me, and over the next couple of days I found myself searching out gay erotic story sites, gay porn sites and message boards. On Thursday, Sam came over to my place to see how I was doing and to invite me over to his place to watch college football that night. Sam was only wearing a loose pair of shorts and a tee shirt and immediately my eyes were drawn to the outline of his cock. Sam saw the hunger in my eyes and simply dropped his shorts and asked "You want another taste?" All I could do was nod my head and he pushed me onto my knees to being sucking his cock. After I had sucked his cock to full staff, he simply removed it from my mouth and pushed me onto the ground and planted his cock into my ass and bred me again. This time he was very vocal about breeding my ass and telling me that I was taking his babies into my system. After he finally deposited his load into my ass, he said that I should be at his place tonight and I would get the attention I deserved. I was slowing coming around to the idea that I was going to end up pozzed from my fuck sessions with Sam, Jose, Tommy and Chuck. I couldn’t reconcile it all immediately but knew that I did enjoy the sensations of being fucked and wanted my chance to fuck my neighbors as well. I decided that I would go to Sam’s apartment that night and see what his idea of game watching was. When I got to Sam's apartment, I found Sam had invited Tommy and a friend, Tyron. Tyron was built as the proverbial brickhouse and within five minutes of me arriving I found out how built he was. While the game was playing on the television, Tommy sat next to me and immediately start kissing me and fondling my cock. As I was slowly undressed, Tyron said he wanted his opportunity at my tight hole and as he took off his clothing, I saw his cock for the first time. It was hard as a rock, dripping with precum and at 13 inches, almost looked like a third leg. Tyron got behind me and started eating my ass saying that he was going breed me till I passed out. Once Tyron got my ass nice and wet with his tongue, he began to fuck my ass with abandon. As he fucked me doggy style, Sam and Tommy took turns feeding their cocks into my hungry mouth. After what was an hour of depraved fucking, Tyron removed his cock from my ass, which was covered in a mixture of cum and blood as he had ripped-up my hole completely. Tyron then told Sam and Tommy to deposit their seed in me and both wasted no time in doing so. By the time they were done, I had passed out from all the fucking and all I remember is waking up the next day in my bed with my sheets covered in cum and blood. It wasn’t ten minutes later that I heard a knock at the door and in my daze I went to answer the door with dried cum on my ass checks and leg. I answered the door and found it was Chuck. Of course, I let him in. He saw how I looked and said that I was fitting into the neighborhood better than expected. Chuck suggested he show me some of local places I should get to know, adding that I should shower up before we headed-out. I took a quick shower and then Chuck drove me around town, showing me different places, from the supermarket, to various shopping centers and movie theaters, to finally the gym / sauna, of which Chuck was a member. Chuck suggested that we should go in and I should get a membership to the same gym / sauna to workout with the neighborhood guys. I should have guessed what he meant by workout. To be continued ….

Wow, hot story and great you want them to rape you more. I was at a bathhouse a few years back, in a room ass up taking loads. 8 black guys entered and close the door, i usually like the door left opened. Another they were alll really hot guys, 3 had PA on their big cocks. one by one each of them fucked my ass and cum inside me. i was sucking cocks while I was getting fucked too. After all 8 have fucked their man seeds inside my gut, 6 of them left the room and 2 stayed. They spent like 3 hrs, just fucking my hole, stretching my ass and cummin in it. After they had drained their nutts of cum, they left me to rest a bit. Man I was sore for 3 days, but it felt so good, I think i was walking funny too and I had to work those 3 days.

Same here. I hate being poz., but love being a BB slut. It has been a real pain in the ass.