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After several agonizing minutes, I saw them both back on screen. Joey wasted no time and went in for a kiss while grabbing the latin man's dick through his boxers. Poz latin grabbed Joey's shirt and pulled it off. He pushed him onto the bed and quickly yanked on Joey's pant legs to pull off his unhooked jeans. He wasn't even wearing any underwear. My poz latin man crawled between Joey's legs and kissed his thighs, eliciting seductive looks with lip biting from Joey. I watched with fascination as my poz latin moved from the thighs to Joey's dick, licking first the balls and then sucking to full erection. He moved to kiss up Joey's chest and nipple and even moved to his armpits. He pulled back and made a face and I heard him say "deodorant". Joey smiled awkwardly and the poz latin smiled back and pulled both Joey's legs up on his shoulders leaning in for a kiss, which put Joey's ass in the right position for him to grind his dick on. He had to have gotten hard and I heard their moans for a couple of minutes as I stroked my own cock wondering if Joey would let him in raw. As I had expected, Joey pushed on my latin man's chest and said, "wait, I have a condom in my jeans." As he got up to grab it from the floor, my man grabbed a bottle of lube from the desk. Standing on his knees on the bed, he watched as Joey crawled back on with condom in hand. He sucked his dick for a bit, though it was more like he was being skull fucked. Joey removed the condom and handed it to my poz latin, then flipped around to face the other way. I watched as the latin squirted some lube on his hand and rubbed it briefly on his cock before wiping his hand on Joey's ass. He put the condom on, making a show of it and smiling at the camera. Joey looked back to see him squirting lube on his covered dick and then moving to finger lube into Joey's hole. "Ow," he cried as my latino's fingers dug in. I saw him pull his fingers out and wipe his hands on a hand towel on the table. I watched him line his cock up behind Joey and then push in. Gasps escaped Joey's mouth as my latin man didn't stop until he bottomed out. He didn't wait for Joey to get used to his dick, just started thrusting into him. I saw him add more lube and then run his hands down Joey's back to his shoulders, pushing them down while Joey lifted his ass up, letting him enter more. "Fuck yeah, like that, you feel so tight. I bet you love this thick dick ripping you apart." Joey could do more than groan in reply. His head flopped over to face the camera and I could see his eyes scrunched up. He was in pain, I could tell. Yet he was loving the torture. The latin leaned back and grabbed his phone from the table. He fucked more and aimed his phone at the action and pulled all the way out. I watched as he pulled the condom tighter on his dick and saw it give. He pulled the latex back up to his head and added more lube before going back in, all one handed as his phone recorded the action up close. His thrusts this time looked more purposeful. Or maybe that was just me. I looked at Joey's face again and he still had his eyes shut, though he seemed to be enjoying it more. I watched as my poz latin built up to a frenzy before it looked like he finally came. His last few thrusts being deep and hard. He was still recording as he pulled out, still hard, the condom bunched up at the base of his dick. He rubbed Joey's ass and back as he aimed the phone at Joey's hole. He fingered it and smiled, pleased by his work. I saw Joey's eyes open and my heart skipped a beat at being caught, but they closed once more when he aimed his dick back in and thrust once or twice and pulled out again. He put his phone down under the pillow and then entered him again, this time reaching under Joey with both hands to bring him up to a kneeling position, his back pressed against the poz man's chest. He reached down to Joey's dick with one hand and rubbed Joey's chest with the other as he thrust into him, fucking him while jerking him off. Joey's load came quick, shooting high. his deep breathing and moans were warning enough that they sat back on their feet and leaned back so the cum could shoot high and onto Joey's chest and face. As that all happened, my poz latin looked right at the camera and winked. That set me off and I came all over my chest, the first spurt hitting my chin. I cleaned up with a hand towel as I watched him push Joey face down on the bed again. He pulled out completely and reached under the pillow and pulled out what looked like like a used condom that was tied off. He held it to his own cock as he peeled off the broken one and then hid the broken one back under his pillow. "Fuck that was amazing man," he said. Joey looked up at him and nodded, hardly able to say a word. He watched as the poz latin threw the full condom in the trash can and then lay his head back down. After Joey caught his breath, he cleaned up and went on his way.

Spent 1 night in California last night. Posted ads on BBRt, CL and A4A. Well in no time, I had cummers showing up at my hotel door. I left the door ajar, turned the lights down low, slipped on my blindfold and lubed up my hole and they filtered in 1 by 1. In a 4 hour period, I took 17 loads. They just kept cumming and cumming and some of them even returned for a repeat session. One guy that wanted me to see him was a big muscular black guy with a HUGE cock who totally wrecked my hole. He went for a good 45 minutes. I had so much cum in my hole by the end of the night. Hope to do it again sometime soon and try and break the 17 record. Best night ever!!

That weekend, Nate spent naked almost all the time and ended up being breed by myself or Jake countless times, when I got back from dropping Jake off at work on Monday Nate had an evil grin on his face “you have been holding out on me” as he points to a box in the closet” I was looking for the ironing board and found that” He was pointing to a Fort Troff box in the corner of the closet, I had just about forgotten we even had it, the room having been a catch all just two weeks earlier, the cleaning and preparation for Nate’s arrival was pretty hectic. I pulled the box out and we emptied it of its contents, poles and straps and chains, we began assembling the sling off to the side of the room. After adjusting the height of the sling and making sure it was secure and wouldn’t fall over Nate stripped his clothes off and fell back on the sling, a evil grin crossed my face as I slipped his ankles through the foot loops then secured his arms to the sling, he was spread eagle with nowhere to go. I pulled out a ball gag and guided it into his mouth not knowing how much noise he might make, I pulled out a blindfold and placed it over his eyes and secured it, With Nate secured, Dumbed and blinded he was at my mercy. I let him lay there for a while occasionally coming in and teasing him while he lay helpless, I would rub his balls and caress his ass, I found some feathers and would lightly touch his nubile skin and create shivers for him, his cock was standing ridged in a constant state of arousal. Finally as I finished up with the housework I came in and caressed his nipples and ran the feathers along his chest and abdomen, his cock became more ridged and I lowered my lips to pleasure him. As my lips encircled his glans he began to moan, his ass clenching and releasing winking at me, I could taste his sweet precum on my lips as I allowed my tongue to taste his sweet pucker, he squirmed in the sling and a mumbled “#uck Meeee” seemed to escape from his lips, with Jake at work I began teasing Nate with heavey Poz talk “So you want daddy to breed you with his deathstick?” “##ummmph””ummpp” “You want dads cock in you Neg boihole?” I rubbed my beard on his balls then dove deep into his hole with my tongue, now completely ignoring his ridged pulsing cock, this was for my pleasure not his right now. I continued to tease and loosen up his hole with my tongue occasionally slipping a finger into his hole, then I stopped rimming him and started finger fucking him roughly, carelessly allowing my fingernails to scratch up his anal walls as I slid first two the three and finally all four fingers into his tight but now stretched sphincter. I spit on my cock to reduce friction a little, but offered him no more lubrication on his hole as I popped my cock head into his tight Twinkie ass, he reeled back into the sling in pain and as I thrust into his rectum with all 7.5 inches in one swift jab his ass raised up off the sling and I could see tears escaping from behind the blindfold “It’s ok the worst is over, Daddy is going to fuck you now and make sure you’re his” I had paused to allow Nate to adjust to the fullness he now felt, as I felt his hole relax its grip on my tool I began a slow fuck, his gasps of pain turning into moans of pleasure as I raked the head over his prostate repeatedly. My precum soon was lubing up his hole and making it slick, I looked down as a pink froth was forming on my cock. I pounded into him for a good ten minutes periodically jabbing in farther to tear him up more, he was panting and blubbering beneath the gag. “You like daddy pounding your hole, making you his little cumdump boi? You want daddies seed in you, you want daddy to Poz you up with his toxic seed?” He just babbled what sounded like yes daddy Poz me up, I was at the point of no return as I slammed my engorged cock into him and blew 4 or 5 spurts into his neg boy-hole. I kept pumping in and out of his wreaked hole until my cock went soft, working my cum into his intestines. I finally pulled out and placed a small bucket below his ass to catch the cum dripping out of his gaping hole. I went into the bedroom and retrieved a plug which I roughly plunged into his rectum to stop the leakage, then removing the gag, tilted the bucket up and drizzled the contents into Nate’s mouth and all over his face. I then leaned over and kissed his supple lips and cleaned the mixture of cum and ass juices and blood from his face, returning to his lips and sharing the mixture. I let Nate lay in the sling to recover but removed the restraints and the blindfold, he knew he could get out at any time, but he continued to lay there as I did some more chores. About a hour later I looked in on my little slave boy to find him snoozing in the sling. I leaned over and kissed the boi then slowly removed the plug from his rear, inspecting the damage I had caused with my rough fucking. I helped Nate up out of the sling as he drowsily fell into me, I lead him to the shower where I washed him and caressed his sore, slightly gaping hole then we dressed and went to pick up Jake. We entertained Nate the rest of the week, trading off fucking and sucking him periodically throwing him into the sling, but did not repeat the rough fucking he got on his second day here, I never told Jake how I ravaged and wrecked the boys hole while he had been at work, working my toxic cock savagely into Nate’s tender bottom. All too soon it was Friday and we were dropping him off at the airport to return to the northwest University town he had come from Nate started e-mailing and messaging us daily for the next couple of weeks, before his classes got too much for him to do much more than study for finals, and attempt to pass his classes. The messages got fewer and more time elapsed between them, I figured he had gotten us out of his system and was losing interest. April blended into May and since early April we had only gotten a few sparse e-mails or texts, Memorial Day weekend was fast approaching and as we made plans to go on a short trip my Yahoo messenger pinged that he had sent a message “Hey daddy remember me” “wink” “How could I forget you son” “Sorry I’ve been distant, but with schoolwork and studying for finals I got bogged down” “I can forgive, how do you think you did” “Well I came down with a small cold after returning home, about two weeks later” “Oh really was it bad” “Not really just sore throat, and sniffles and a major headache, but I survived, although it put me behind in my studies which is why I had to buckle down and stop lusting after my daddies” “oh you were lusting after us? Should we be worried?” “hahaha, daddy you make me feel so special, I went and got tested just before finals” “You did, and?” “Still negative, sorry daddy” “That’s ok, we really didn’t fuck you that much, maybe only about 12 of my dirty loads, and 7 or 8 of Jakes negative ones” “That’s kind of why I was messaging you daddy, I was wondering if I could come and stay with you this summer, my parents are going to Europe for about a month on a cruise and I don’t want to stay in that big house all to myself” “Well I’d have to talk it over with Jake, but I don’t think he’d mind a hot twink hanging out with us” “Well daddy I have a final in about 20 minutes will get back to you tonight” “Ok catch you later” I closed the messenger window and picked up my phone and texted Jake, explained the situation to him and said we’d talk when I picked him up. “Hey babe, how was work” “Wasn’t too bad till I got your text” “Oh why?” “Well as hot as Nate is, I got to thinking if we could afford to feed a 18year old boy all summer” “I see your point, but I think we could manage somehow” “Yeah we’ll have to chat with him, what time did he say he would message you?” “About 7 o’clock” “The thoughts of him coming to stay with us also left me with a hard-on most of the afternoon” “Oh yeah, bet that made it hard to get up from your desk” “Nice Pun, stud we'll talk it over with Nate” With that we played grab knee all the way home then Jake threw me in the sling, fully dressed and we made love, him lifting my legs up to remove my shorts and briefs then diving into my mancunt with his tongue before impaling me on his cock. At just after 7 Messenger pinged and we sat there camming with Nate, expressing our concerns and Nate countering them with things like: “I’ve got some money saved up and he’s willing to get a summer job to help out, oh and yeah I’ll be driving down so transportation wouldn’t be an issue” Jake and I finally gave him the go ahead to make plans for his visit, then Nate stripped off his tee shirt and shorts and beat his meat for us “oh yeah you want this boy cock don’t you, well in a short time it will be yours” He shot his load then ended the chat with blowing us a kiss Jake and I sat there a moment before I attacked him and we struggled down the hall groping and fondling each other the whole way before falling onto the bed and making love, both of us looking forward to Nate’s arrival in just a few days

Part III I was surprised to find Darryl shoving poppers under my nose, telling me "Take a good shot." I did but was puzzled. He told me I was going to need it and he intended to keep me loosened up. He also reminded me that the other guys had heard me call myself a black cock whore and that I wanted black cock from then on. Over the next few hours, I got black cock, I got constantly poppered. More than anything else I got constantly fucked. Even if I couldn’t feel whoever was fucking me cumming in me I knew it was happening due to feeling my balls time and again covered with a hot liquid dripping onto them. I can’t remember exactly when it happened but eventually the fear and pain gave way to complete lust. I began enjoying the feel of a cock sliding into my increasingly cum-filled ass. Because of the amount of cum that was being pumped into me, the actual fucking didn’t really hurt that much. After all, isn't cum known as the perfect lube? What hurt was the initial entry of one particular cock. Strangely his wasn’t the longest, just the thickest. Once he got inside, I took a deep breath which coincided with Darryl shoving that bottle of poppers under my nose yet again. It helped, the pain shortly turned to ecstasy and I wanted both the fucking and poppers to keep going. I had lost my sense of time as I was still secured, gagged and was lost in serving as the raw hole into which these horny black studs would dump their loads. Whoever the guy with the thick cock was, kept fucking for what I imagined was the longest period during my loss of time. I heard him grunt only twice and I was able to tell when he came inside me. My balls felt warm while that thick organ was still inside me both times he slowed and stopped stroking into me, grunting loudly. When he finally pulled out I felt so empty but expected another cock inside me soon. I was left alone for quite a while then felt someone undoing the ballgag. My jaw was sore from the initial knawing on the large rubber ball. I heard someone, probably Darryl asking me if they turned me loose what was I going to do. I heard myself telling him that I wanted more black cock. Whoever he was turned and called out "He's ready, guys." Next thing I knew, I was released and was doing poppers myself and sucking on a Darryl’s huge black cock while wishing one of the others was fucking me. I finally got to see the other two guys. The one with the thick cock and the other guy were just stroking their cocks at the moment watching me sucking on Darryl. After about ten minutes of sucking, Darryl asked me if I was ready for black cock again, “Hell yes!” I muttered. He climbed onto the bed and I felt him sinking his cock into my well-used ass with no pain and no need for lube. One of the other guys took his place and another black cock took its rightful place in my mouth so I could suck him ready to fuck me again or swallow his cum, whichever came first. He came in my mouth before Darryl finally announced that he was about to breed my white ass again. Just as Darryl pulled out, thick cock tried to put his cock in my mouth. I got the head of it in and he started regaining his full thickness. He asked me if I was ready to be black bred again. Again, I answered “Hell yes!” Even knowing his was the cock that was the one that nearly hurt me entering. I took another shot of the poppers. The third guy took his place at my mouth and gave me a nice mouthful. While not as long as Darryl or thick as my present fucker, he had a nice sized cock that smelled and tasted of cock sweat, cum and, probably, my ass. I loved it. I loved it a long time and got a huge load of cum to swallow just as thick cock slowed and started telling me to take his big black cock and another load of his cum. At that point, I heard Darryl’s deep voice asking me if I was still felt myself a black cock whore. I was trying to get up straight on the bed but heard myself telling him that was ready for more if they were. He told me that he had thought of a friend of his who would definitely be interested in fucking a willing white boy cock whore. I told him I was ready. Apparently he was just walking in the door. He was about my height, 5’9 or so but a stocky 230 lbs at least. He asked if I was the cracker cock whore. I told him that had just been their fuck toy for the past few hours and asked if he wanted a crack at the white boy. He just slid down his sweat pants, showing the largest black cock I had now seen. It had to be a solid 10 or 11 inches long and, at least as thick as the thick guy before. I heard myself asking if I needed to suck him hard or should we get to it? I had to take another shot of poppers when he said, “Let’s see what the white boy’s pussy feels like.” Maybe I should have been scared but between the poppers and what I thought might have been cocaine I had been snorting I was ready I just knew. I was wrong, I wasn’t ready and he wasn’t just as thick, he was thicker. The cum thankfully worked as lube but didn’t relieve the sensation of that huge organ splitting my ass open. He also taught me about meeting the second ring and piercing it. I had read it but he did it. Then he laughed, telling them he was surprised that the white boy had lived taking his cock that easily, now let’s see how he takes the fucking. I took another shot of the poppers. When my boyfriend had introduced me to them, he told me that they intensified the sexual feelings and allowed you to relax to accept sex more readily. I hoped so now! \\ Two hours later I was at home, showering and sore. I knew I was going to have to go back to the doctor for testing The one thing I was sure of at this point, if I got the opportunity to get Darryl to line up a white boy gangbang again, I was ready.

After putting away my laptop, I went to bed and woke up the next morning around noon. I didn't have work and so I lay there a bit longer thinking about what I had done. Joey had no idea what was coming. That got me hard thinking about the cock in that picture again. I looked over to find Joey had already gotten up. I heard the tv on and figured he was watching a show so I tiptoed to the door and peaked out. He was on his phone and was quickly typing out a message. I wasn't sure what it was, but I know what I hoped. I went back to bed after grabbing my laptop and brought up BBRT again. There were a few messages from random guys, but I saw one from the poz latin and brought it up. >well it seems he's very interested. He wants to meet tonight at 6. You were right about his insisting on condoms. I've got a camera set up so you can watch it go down. Here's my Skype... >awesome, I can't wait for you to poz his cheating ass with your toxic cum. I'd love to watch your hot body shove that thick cock in his hole. I could feel the excitement rising again. I wanted to make Joey pay for his indiscretions in a way that gave me as much excitement as he got from his countless tricks. >fuck yeah bud. I'm gonna give him a fuck he's never gonna forget. You're gonna love watching my thick dick slide in him. Alright, gotta go, I'll log onto Skype tonight so you can connect to the camera before he gets here. I shut down my laptop and walked out to see Joey still typing away. His smirk told me all I needed to know. "Good morning," I said. "Afternoon babe," he smiled at me. "You looked so peacful sleeping after last night I wanted to let you sleep in." "Thanks. Any plans tonight?" I asked. "Just gotta help my mom out with something. What about you?" "I think I'm gonna chill at home. I have errands to run all day today so I'll probably relax and watch some tv. " "I'm gonna head over to my place and get my laundry done before I have to be at my mom's," he said and came over to plant a kiss on my cheek. "Okay, I'm going to go brush my teeth and get ready for my day. Say hi to your mom for me," I said almost enjoying the web of lies. As he got ready to leave, I went about my daily routine. After washing my face, my coffee was ready and he was gone. I sat down at the computer again sipping my drink. I pulled up BBRT again, as there wasn't anything else I could think of except tonight. Ignoring messages from people I didn't care for, I ended up the guy's profile again looking at his pictures. I thought about what it would be like to taste his cock. It occurred to me it would be just like sucking any other uncut cock, but I then wondered if it would be soapy and clean or more naturally musky. In my daze I saw a new message from him and opened it. >on again? Can't stop thinking about it, can you? In just a few short hours your boy is gonna get knocked up with my babies. You can probably back out still if you want... I thought about what he said, but it was too far gone. I wanted this to happen. >no, I can't stop thinking about it. And no, I'm not going to back out. He's gonna get his pleasure, and I'm going to get some this time too. >i like the way you think. You should get some pleasure out of this. Alright, I just gotta replenish my lube bottle with baby oil. Let's connect on Skype before the main event ;] My cock was throbbing. Part of me told me I was evil, but I didn't really care. I was just too caught up in all of it. The next several hours were hard to fill. The time was moving by so slowly and I wasn't able to focus on TV. I spent my time watching bareback videos wondering if that would be what it looked like. By the time 5:45 came around, I had already shot my load but felt so horny I was ready to burst. I logged into Skype and connected with the latin man. When his cam came on I grinned. I saw his pictures, but still didn't expect him to look athletic and hot considering he was toxic by his own definition. My cam was on too, so he could see me sitting naked on my bed. "Hey there stud. Looks like you're ready for a show," his voice came through very manly. "You have no idea. I'm nervous," I confessed. "You have nothing to be nervous about. I'm the one doing the deed here," he laughed. "And he's not even going to know." I smiled at that knowing Joey was clueless. I had a good view of the bed, looking from the side. "Showtime. He just texted that he's downstairs. You can turn off your cam, but I'm going to cover you up with porn anyway." I watched as he clicked with the mouse anyway few times. I cut my feed and turned up the volume as I noticed he left the sound of the porn off. Probably so I could better hear Joey's moans. He went off camera for several minutes after throwing on some boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination.

I stepped into the shower after our fuck and thought about what was going through my mind. Had I really been turned on by the thought of my cheating boyfriend getting pozzed by one of his tricks? As I washed off the sweat from our fuck, my hand soaping up my dick and nuts, I thought of the intense orgasm and I started to firm up again. Something that should be said about an Aquarius is that we have intense fantasies. I imagined Joey going to meet a poz trick and pictured him bending over to receive his gift. I got rock hard as I thought of the guy, who I pictured as Ethan Wolfe, sliding into him raw and thrusting, unloading his cum. Just then my second load burst forth and I stood there panting. I rinsed off and got out of the shower. My mind kept playing over that scene and I knew that I wouldn't be able to forget about it. When I went into my bedroom, Joey was fast asleep, cum drying on him. I was still awake so I went grabbed my laptop and went out to the living room. I had heard of a site called BBRT from a friend I knew who was into barebacking when I lamented to him of the fact that Joey was so staunchly "safe", but I told him I wanted to try being monogamous as Joey had asked. I went there and signed up for a profile quickly realizing there was more kinky stuff than I realized. Skipping most of it, I put in my stats thinking I would probably be better off being honest with whomever the guy would be so he knew what he was in for. I put up a cropped photo of my shirtless body when Joey and I were at the beach last summer. In my bio I put that I was discrete and looking to play out a fantasy - vague enough not to rouse suspicion in case there was someone who might report me for my immorality. I navigated to the search options and checked of boxes for poz tops who give loads within 10 miles of my zip code and looked through the options. Living in a major metropolitan city, there were plenty of guys fitting that description. I scanned through the first page and found a Latin guy the same age as me, 26. He was uncut and his bio explained he was into poz talk and dark fantasies. I had to purchase a membership to see his pictures better, but it was worth it. He looked hot and I felt my dick plumping up as I viewed each pic of his thick furry latin frame. I got a notification that I had a message and clicked over to see that it was from the same guy I was looking at. >hey there stud. What fantasy are you looking to play out? My heart fluttered and I hesitated, staring at the message for what seemed like hours. There was no taking it back if I told him, but if I didn't I knew I wouldn't be able to tell anyone and I wouldn't be able to get my revenge. >hey sexy. Well, to put it bluntly, my fantasy is to poz my boyfriend. I just found out he's been cheating on my the last year and a half we've been together. I sent the message and sat waiting for a second. I went back to his profile and looked at his public pictures some more, taking in his brown furry skin. I got another two messages and clicked back to see one of them was him unlocking. >that's one hell of a fantasy, very hot. I unlocked, do you have any pics of him and you? I quickly went to upload some nude pictures of Joey under private, adding the caption as "the bf" and added a few of myself just for good measure. I clicked onto his profile and unlocked my pics and started looking at his new photos that showed a pert furry butt and an impressive thick 8 inch tool. I began salivating at the thought of it pumping Joey full of cum when a new message appeared. >you two are very sexy. You've both got a sort of jock/cub thing going on, I like. So he's been cheating and you wanna get revenge by pozzing him. Tell me more. I told him how Joey and I had been together for a year and a half and that he was being shady so I snooped in his phone and found messages from a lot of guys that he hooked up with. I mentioned our rough fucking and how he wouldn't even let me fuck raw. Then I told him about my fantasy and that I even jacked off in the shower thinking of him loaded with poz cum. While waiting to hear back, I went to the picture of his cock and rubbed my dick through my sweat pants. It was thick and even hard there was skin bunched up at his head. There was another pic of his foreskin pulled back and I saw his thick mushroom head leaking cum. I rubbed my cock head and felt how wet I was getting when the alert came. >that can be arranged. For some reason the condoms I use tend to break And I've been poz for a year now and haven't started my meds yet so I know I got some toxic cum. I'd love to help you get your revenge. What's his name on Grindr? I sent him what I knew and described the image, as it wasn't one he sent to me. I gave him my address and said he would be around for at least the next day. He told me that he would head over to the Starbucks near my apartment and look for the thumbnail and hit Joey up in the morning.

I've been meaning to write this story out for awhile, it might be similar to a lot of stories already on here, but I wanted to put my personal spin on it. Bear with me, this is just the first part of this fiction, more will follow. Revenge I waited until Joey got in the shower before I grabbed his phone from the bedside table. My boyfriend had been hiding something from me and I was determined to find out what that was. He had been sidestepping questions and overall I got this feeling like he wasn't where he said he was when I texted him. I looked at the pass code lock on his phone and typed in his combination, having seen him enter it when we snuggled on the couch. For someone with something to hide, he could have made it harder to snoop through his phone. I swiped through his screens and cringed at how many random games and one-time use apps there were with no organization or folders. Among all that, I found he still had Grindr on his phone. I thought about whether or not I had ever heard that telltale yone go off while we were together and I couldn't remember ever hearing any sound, it was always on vibrate. I opened the app and went to his recent messages and while there weren't any new ones I saw that he was messaging someone as recent as this morning. I read through the thread and saw that they had hooked up that day while I was at work. I was livid as I read more and read through the other messages to find he was hooking up with guys at least twice a week and it seemed like a different guy each week. I suppose I should have taken it as some sort of consolation that he was using condoms because he always demanded them - even with me, but I just couldn't get over the fact that he lied about being monogamous for the year and a half we were together. I thought about how I might have been alright with having an open relationship if we had simply discussed it. We could have brought in a third guy or had an orgy. I started to get hard thinking about that and had to shake my head to focus on the problem. I looked at Joey's profile: discreet, masc/ddf safe and NEG only, no flakes. I shook my head and closed the app, making sure to put his phone right where I found it. Joey was still in the shower, but I didn't want to risk getting caught snooping. I thought about what I'd discovered and briefly considered confronting him about it, but I didn't feel like that would be enough. I thought about cheating myself to get even, but I would have to sleep with a man every night for month just to come close to his number. Thinking about going behind Joey's back made me hard again, just as he came out of the bathroom. "Hey baby, " he said as he strut over to me nude and steaming from his shower. Joey was sexy, 5'8" tall, white, and thick like a wrestler. He crawled across the bed to my 6' athletic latin frame. I admit I was getting a little chubby and thought maybe that was why he cheated and it made me angry. "Looks like you could use a hand," he growled softly as his hand stroked the outline of my uncut cock in my sweats. I briefly considered pushing him away, but I didn't want to come up with some lame excuse to cover up my newfound knowledge. Without a word, I pulled down my sweats and let my 7 inch cock stand to attention. I reached over to his head and pulled down, giving the signal for head. He licked at my skin covered head and slowly went down until I hit the back of his throat. There was still an inch to go so without warning I thrust in and out, forcing him to take more. He gagged and tried to push back but I held on tight and kept up the pressure until he coughed and sputtered for air. I let him up just a bit to catch his breath, but didn't let go of his head. Before he could sit up and yell at me, I pushed my dick back in his mouth and face fucked him. Being more prepared, he relaxed his throat enough for me to slap my balls against his lips. I thrust in and few more times and felt my cum rising. I pulled out and slapped my dick on his face and moved to stand up before I came. "Damn baby, that was hot" he managed to say after getting his breath. "Where did that come from?" "I had a stressful day," I lied. I moved behind him and rubbed his hole with my finger. The same hole someone was fucking that morning. "I was thinking, can I finally fuck you raw tonight?" "Andy, you know how I feel about that," he replied. "I know we've been exclusive but I just don't feel right yet." I didn't feel right about him lying right to my face just then, but I didn't say anything. I just walked over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom so I could fuck my frustration out on him. I lubed up my cock and slid into his waiting hole, realizing how much I wanted to bareback him. I thought about my cum leaking out of his hole and it made me rock hard, but I knew he wouldn't dare let anyone fuck him raw, not even me. I grabbed his nips and squeezed them as I thrust my dick all the way into him. He bucked up and squealed like a pig. I'd never been that rough with him before. "Fuck, baby that hurt" he cried. I smacked his ass in response and slid almost all the way out and back in again. His moan told me he was more prepared this time. Little slut, I thought. Of course he would get be used to my dick now. Getting fucked earlier today loosened him up. I started thinking of that guy he messaged fucking him raw and that sent a wave of pleasure through me. I wanted to see Joey flooded with cum, even if it wasn't mine. He was so worried about HIV and I thought about how it would be his just desserts if he were pozzed when cheating on me. That last thought of Joey filled with poz cum sent me over the edge. I thrust into him as hard as I could, four angry thrusts until I came. I pulled out and slid the condom off, tying off one end and putting it in the trash. Joey panted as he pushed himself up off the bed. It seemed he had cum on the sheets, the sticky substance showing on his stomach. "Wow, that was the best fuck we've had" he said. I smiled at him and nodded. It was true. I hadn't cum like that in a year, and what set it off was the thought of pozzing him.

I want to write this story while it's still fresh... The moon is in Scorpio tonight. The cyber-socket porn awards are happening right now. I would attend but I'm just a little too focused on my goals to have fun like that more than maybe once a week. Anyway, so today was a good day. Went rock climbing at sunset (took some naked pics when I got to the top) and in the evening I went to a hot yoga class- you sweat a lot, It's great. At the end of class, all the guys get naked and change into their sweat pants or shower. It's fun. Mostly straight guys. I always appreciate their beautiful and healthy bodies. So many different types, all stunning. Tattoos, Beards, Body Hair, Muscles. You get to see it all at a high end yoga studio in LA. Except the locker room is NOT cruisey. Today I saw a really sexy man with a thick uncut cock. It was glorious and I swear it started to get hard while he undressed... Staring at me. After he got out of his sweaty shorts And into his clean ones I noticed he tucked his boner into the waist band. I was so excited, I just wanted to go up to him and say "HEY MAN- I wanna suck your cock!!" I didn't, however, as it's just not that kind of locker room. Also, I eventually noticed he had a partner- I figured it would have been extra inappropriate. Anyway a few hours later I get a message on grindr... What do you know? It's the couple from my yoga class obviously I arrive at their apartment within 20 minutes. First, Let me tell you a bit about me... I'm from LA. Born & Raised. I started having sex when I was 9. Me and my buddy used to get naked in the pool and mess around all the time. It went on for years... It was awesome, it was at that time I learned that I especially liked placing my penis between butt cheeks. Fast Forward to now- men and women both often tell me I'm really sexy. I mean, I know I'm extremely sexual lol but I guess I'm a handsome man too. I'm tall, lean and muscled. I exercise for at least 2 hours daily, and it shows. Although I'm still a bit lean, my features are defined. An all American look... 6'1 brown/blonde barbershop hair cut, beard, blue eyes and a really fresh smile. I pride myself on my oral care I also love my butt. Although, I never bottom. It's not that I haven't, or don't want to- I just always end up topping. My butt is exactly my favorite type of butt to fuck. Strong, round, and furry. Not too furry, but right through the crack down to my taint. God I love my butt. I love the way it smells after a work out, I love playing with the outside of my hole.. It's just a sacred space to me. Since I so rarely rarely bottom- I know the only way I would do it would be bareback. So I get to the couples place and let myself in. Their room is dark, so I can't describe the way they look- but I will describe what happened. I strip and get right in between the two of them, I start kissing (we'll call him Cody- obviously the bottom) you can tell he's the bottom because he has a smooth ass. While I'm kissing Cody and playing with his butthole I notice that Nathan (the top with the furry crack and uncut cock) starts eating my hole. He was good- getting real deep. We all take turns kissing each other, rimming each other, sucking on each other's nipples. It was fun, I just would have appreciated the lights on. I can't describe the scene! As usual my urges get the best of me and I order Cody on all fours. I start to devour his butt and kiss the back of his neck while he starts grinding against the tip of my penis. Nathan notices immediately, and goes to get a condom. I'm surprised but I don't stop. Cody obviously likes it and I'm so hard, he's obviously already been fucked and I can tell he wants me inside him. Nathan is paying close attention and he very deliberately applied the condom onto my dick using his mouth- which was cool. So I figured I would wear it. I start fucking Cody pretty hard- just cause I kinda want it to hurt. So I'm fucking Cody while Nathan has his face in my ass and I'm thinking that the only way this could be better is if there was a 4th man so I had another furry butt to devour while I fucked this lean stud and got my hole eaten.. So I notice that Nathan is trying to fuck me. Which would be cool- but he was wearing a condom. Last year I bottomed 3 or 4 times. MAX... So what is the first thing I do? Take the condom off of Nathan's cock. You think he would get the hint? Nah such a gentleman- he puts another one on. There was a point to distracting him thought. At that same moment I pulled out of Cody and skipped the rubber off of me- and pushed back into him. Melting like butter as I slide in, my thick cock pushing against his warm hairless hole. I think that Nathan is still trying to fuck me with a a condom- but I still won't let him in. I'm pumping hard and Cody is moaning. "Do you like that?" Is all I can get out before Nathan shoves his thick uncut cock down my throat. I'm fingering his hole & starting to pound hard as I feel myself getting closer... Without asking I push deeper and empty my nuts inside Codys hole while I hid the removed condom in the palm of my hand and finger Nathan's hairy hole with my left hand. Within seconds I'm massaging his prostrate and he explodes deep in my throat... I'm pulling up my sweat pants (no underwear) I grab my phone and put on my baseball hat and look at Nathan and I say to him: "I wanted your cock so bad in the locker room, I love when these things happen" as I walk down the stairs and out to my car. This is just one experience from my sexually healthy and active life. I am HIV Neg; I get tested regularly and I'm a part of a PrEP study at the gay and lesbian center. I am an escort and if you're in LA and interested in meeting- check out my Instagram @XandirVale and send me a DM. Alternatively I can be found at rentb-y.com/3104977952 Many details of this session were left out, however from start to finish I believe it lasted about 50 minutes.

I agree completely. Too much porn is "Formula" driven. And that is as much the fault of the consumer as it is the producer. They think we want 3-5 minutes of sucking followed by 3-5 mins of rimming followed by 5-7 minutes of fucking culminating in pulling out to shoot then sticking it back in all done to the sounds of zombie like moans and canned talk that is more to fill the silence than to be hot. When they try something other than that it doesn't sell or gets complaints. TIM is a perfect example of that. When Paul Morris did all his own videos they were edgy, hot, and new. Real men fucking. Then TIM got famous and big and started having memberships to live up too. Now they crank out the same formula crap as all other studios. They have to because they committed to their subscribers to provide new content on a regular basis. No one can be creative on a schedule. They have deadlines and demographics to keep up with. We tell them what to produce with what we buy. Personally, I think the membership website is worst thing ever to happen to porn for the above reasons. Amatuer porn is free from that and is real guys having real sex. Which is way hot. Usually.

What I miss mostly about bareback porn is that it is too focused on the bareback thing, the fucking and breeding. Usually in a plain hotel room or a cellar/dungeon and guys go for it, flood the bottom with cum or fuck as many holes you can get. My ideal BB movies would be Titan or Raging Stallion or (yum) ManAtPlay style movies just without the condoms. Movies with a story and hot guys, great production, direction and setting and dialogue.

I wear cockrings almost around the clock. It has nothing to do with whether I fuck or get fucked. And as a top, I like seeing my bottom with a cockring.

I cruised the bookstore again a few days ago and this time I was the whore. I roamed around looking for cock, but it was slow as there were only four or five guys there. I honed in on one guy who was skinny, hairy, and a bit of a redneck. Personally I prefer thicker men, but I wasn't being choosy as, the sign of a true whore, my sense of horniness won over my basic preferences. In the straight theater a guy sat down and tugged on his cock through his jeans. And just kept tugging. Even in the dark I could tell it was sizable. I sat down next to him and reached over and rubbed his cock through his jeans for him. HOLY SHIT. HIS cock WAS FUCKIN' HUGE. I unzipped his pants and fished part of the monster out of his pants, got down on my knees and started to suck. Suddenly some other guys showed-up to watch, so he stood-up, instructed me to follow him, and we went to a private room. Once in the room I fell back to my knees and fished-out what turned-out to be an eleven inch beer can thick white cock. It was and remains the biggest cock I've played with to date. I did my best to service this guy, and as I like a challenge, I was trying really hard. As I did so, he reached down and pulled the back of my shirt up and asked "Do you like to get fucked?" "Yes," I mumbled, my mouth full of dick. He responded by gesturing for me to stand-up, and, turning me around, he spat first on his cock head, then on my hole. Handing me a bottle of poppers, he ordered me to take a sniff. I inhaled as much as I could handle as he started to push in. Holy fuck, his cock felt like a telephone pole was being shoved up my ass. It hurt like hell. He virtually ordered me to keep sniffing saying "'Cause this is gonna hurt." And he was right, as as he slid in, I kept sniffing. At one point I asked him to slow down as it was really hurting and that was when it turned a little crazy. He said," shut the fuck up faggot, you wanted this cock now you are going to get it." I was starting to tear up it was so painful, I kept sniffing and sniffing and sniffing. He said, "Once I am in, I don't pull out". I was trying to push him back but he picked up the tempo. He continued to degrade me and hold my head against the wall. I was called every name in that 15 minute time span. As I accommodated his big fuckin' dick, he cursed me out, calling me a 'pussy', 'slut', 'cunt', 'faggot', and 'whore', as well as saying "Take this big fucking dick. Take this big fucking dick and keep sniffing, faggot." At this point I was bent over, my head crushed against the bench seat. He grabbed my hips and continued to pound my hole. I could hear my self whimpering, but it felt like I was listening to myself from a distance. He finally got to the point where he announced he was going to blow, and all but shouted "TAKE MY CUM BITCH! TAKE MY FUCKING CUM FAGGOT! TAKE MY CUM AAAARRRRRGGGHHHH," as his load shot into my ass. Before I could recover, he withdrew, wiped his cock on my ass, tucked himself away, opened the door and left. On his way out, and before I could pull-up my pants, so my ass was open to all passersby, he commented to the guys "Don't bother. This hole is all used up." I started to fumble and pull up my shorts but just kept fumbling. I had cum running down my leg and I was trying to close my hole but couldn't. I started to freak out a bit, finally got my shorts on and left. I sat in my driver's seat and frantically tried many times to clinch my hole shut but couldn't. I gathered my wits and drove home. Cum soaked through my shorts and smeared all over the seat. It is now three days later and I have recovered. Well, not fully but close enough . At first I thought I would never play with that guy again, but a fellow pig remarked I would start thinking about him and craving his cock, which is exactly what has happening. I can't stop thinking about how he just used and degraded me. He made me feel like a true whore. I hope I run into him again.

I never turn down a condom fuck because many times they will take it off anyway. They see you as safe. And when they can't get off, they are gonna take it off, maybe ask you if they can, or you can say in the heat of the moment, "take it off and cum in my hole". They think you are saying that becuase you are so into them that you are throwing caution to the wind....lol. Most guys ego's can't resist that one. Let it be their idea. Never turn down a good fuck. And a little forward thinking might get you a second and third fuck, and even if they go all the way with the condom the first time, they will eventually give in. Plus, you can always keep the used and filled condom. Don't be stupid.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

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?"

I hire one particular escort almost every week when he's in town. He's a poz hung muscle daddy with a 00 gauge PA. I love this stud, he fucks to hurt and leaves me bleeding n dripping poz seed. We have an agreement that if he ever wakes up with an STD, I want it, like I want everything else which comes out of his 9 incher. The morning after he returned from a xmas fuck tour of Southern California he awoke with a PA hole full of green puss and his cock stuck to his crusty jock. Hands free I spewed my seed just hearing what he would be giving me later that morning. I hit the shower and worked my showershot so roughly in my cunt that I was bleeding even before I left my house. Although I spend a couple of afternoons a week being a cumdump and average a couple of STD's yearly - but I've never knowingly sucked a pus-dripping cock or begged for a stud to knock me up with gonorrhea and syphilis. He answered the door in a jock strap with a wet mark from his dripping cock. At my request, He had re-inserted his PA which was oozing green puss. I got on my knees and licked the puss off his oozing cock, My cunt twitched when he smeared some puss on his thumb and jammed it in my hungry slit. This cumdump fuckin' wanted his toxic cock more than any cock I ever wanted. He took me from behind while I stood on his staircase. I spewed into my jock the second his cock pushed past my sphincter. We fucked like dogs in heat, I was fuckin' myself on his cock as hard as he was fucking his cock into my ass. Later he told me the load burned as it was deposited deep in my snatch. It was the hottest fuck of my life, and worth the penicillin shot in my ass the next day. Several of my piggier buds got off knowing they'd be fuckin' a gono hole, so I spent my afternoon passing the gift along. I hear they had no problem finding pigs who begged for gono cock. Every time, I think I'm a super twisted fuck, I find out i'm just like a thousand other cumdumps in SF, begging for anything my top will give me.

I had been talking to a guy online for about two months before this point. Let's call him Tom. Tom had a profile on BBRT NKP and here on breeding zone. I had been wanting to experiment with chemsex for about 6 months before I left for the states, I had been watching some videos to see what the deal was. I believe it was this site that introduced me to the concept, before hand I had no idea about meth use in the gay community(or a subsection of the gay community) but I had it in my head that if I was to try it, it should be in America(where I could get away with it). Plus it seemed to be more available over in the states. What I was looking for was tough, a top who was willing to introduce someone to Tina for the first time who also was hiv negative. This may not seem like much. But first of all nobody seemed to even respond to me on NKP(maybe they were too high) I was beginning to this it was an online ghost town, or that perhaps my account was broken. After searching for some time, I found two profiles that matched the requirements, a neg Top, who can administer. I messaged both guys. One replied "Any pics?" I sent him some pics of me, including a face pic. "Hmmm any more pics?" He wasn't sure. A little disappointing. The next guy I message replies "I would love to meet". However plans changed and we didn't get to meet for quite some time(scheduling conflicts). This was a good thing in some respect. We managed to talk a little more and I felt comfortable this was an honest and open guy, he was in his 40's and seemed mature, extremely attractive, and sexually right up my street. He asked for porn vids that I found hot so he had an idea of what I was into. He liked these very much. We eventually arranged to meet a little over one week before I was set to leave. He was situated up the top of Manhattan and told me to meet him around 9pm. I took the train up, then hopped a cab to his place. A nice apartment complex. I don't remember feeling nervous. Strange really, I felt more nervous walking into a gay bar, or sucking off my first New Yorker, but this, what would be the most extreme thing I was about to partake in, and I felt eerily calm. I also remember thinking very calmly "I could die here" just before I pressed the buzzer. He unlocks the door from his room upstairs, I'm not told what room number or floor he is on, but the second I step in I get a text. "Be right down, have to get something from the basement" I wait in the foyer. Probably a good time to mention my previous experience with drugs. Tried ecstasy a handful of times, first two times were great, the rest sucked. Cocaine 3 times previously, got absolutely nothing from it(became quiet and fidgety) and weed on a handful of occasions. In no way was I a drug user, never partied and played, with the exception of weed with two guys in NYC. So why I was actually doing this I have no idea. But I'm hoping it's good. Tom comes down to meet me, and we both head to the laundry room where he empties the machine. He seems rushed, I spend my time examining him as he does his laundry. His head is shaved(bald), he has a grey goatee, very handsome masculine look, dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, he's in good shape. He really is a perfect match. Perfect Daddy. I wonder if he's high already, but I think he isn't How will he be with me, what will I do when I'm high? "Positive thoughts" I keep telling myself in my head. Positive thoughts. We enter his apartment, it's nice, big, he leads me to the bedroom. A large bed is covered with rubber sheets, to the left of the bed on the floor is a large duffel bag, filled with all kinds of sex toys. To the right is a computer and desk, on the desk lay some syringes. Now my heart starts to race a little. "Do you want to have a look through the toys?" "Sure". He shows me his collection, rubber cock and ball rings, rubber anal inserts, large buttplugs(one shaped like a sperm), sounds kit(makes me wince), rope, cuffs, things that I couldn't even identify. "That's an impressive collection" I say, wide-eyed. "Yeah. So I'm thinking we get you in a harness" He instructs me to take my clothes off. Then he puts the harness on me and tightens it. I feel infinitely sexier. I've never worn a harness before or since, but it felt great. He began to explain the benefits of said harness. "So when I'm fucking you I can just grab it like this, and pull you towards me" he says as he demonstrate by grabbing the shoulder straps and pulling me towards him, this makes me horny. "Hmm, a rubber jockstrap." He then takes a jockstrap from his bag, again, I've never worn one before this. It fits well and covers up that dick of mine. I'm slowly being transformed into his toy, there is only one thing left. He talks me through the whole experience, what it will feel like, how he preps the meth by pouring hot water until the crystals have fully dissolved, etc etc. He then shows me about 4 or 5 videos of slamming, and explains what the person might be feeling. "Ok so are you ready?" "Have you ever done this with someone for the first time?" "No, never introduced anyone" I sit on the cold rubber bed, he props two pillows behind my back. "Hmm, hang on." He goes to the bag, and takes out two of those, I actually don't know what they are called. Like small leather hoods that go over your hands. and leather cuffs. He loosely ties me to the bed. ​"It'll be interesting to have you tied up for your first slam" My heart starts to pound faster, the nerves are coming in hard and fast. Should I look at the needle going in? Maybe not. Everything will be fine. He holds the needle up to the bedside lamp. "They're full dissolved, see? Let's see how hard it is to find a vein." He runs his finger over the inside of my elbow, a vein comes up immediately. He then puts on the tourniquet and waits a few seconds. Wipes my arm with a pad and sticks the needle into my vein. He pulls back I look, see red inside the needle, then look away. "Ok. Now tell me if you feel any burning or stinging in your arm." I look again, he slowly pushes the plunger until the meth is inside me. He then snaps off the tourniquet and looks at me. I feel nothing. He gives me a look as if to ask how I feel. "Nothing?" I say, smiling nervously. He looks in disbelief. "Nothing?" "Nope" "Are you sure?" "Yeah I don't feel anything" "Hmm, that's crazy. Maybe I didn't give you enough" He turns around to look at the syringes on his desk. I let out a nervous laugh. "Maybe if I moved around a little" I say as I bend my arm up and down(as much as it will go with the restraint) Then I feel a sudden tingle in my legs, reminiscent of the first time I tried E(which I was the last to come up on then too), then BAM! This indescribable rush goes through me, my breathing becomes heavy and I blow out a long shaky "woah" I look at Tom, he seems excited. "OK....nowitsworking" I say in a short burst. I start to feel myself and wish these restraints vanished. I start to feel as if I could make them disappear if I really wanted to. Tom sees me squirming in ecstasy on the bed. "Now I know it's working." He then turns around and straps up his arm and gets ready to slam himself. I writhe around feeling everything with my body, everything tingles in such an amazing way. This is too good for words. I'm loving this, nothing has happened yet and I'm loving it already, I think of a thousand scenarios of what will happen throughout the night in the space of a second or two. My mind is well and truly fucked! It's very hard to focus on anything, everything has a shudder effect. I hear Tom exhaling heavily I look over and he's whipping of the strap from around his arm. "Fuck" "Fuck" I say almost at the same time. He seems very controlled, I don't know how he does it. "Do you have sensitive nipples?" "Not really" I answer. "You will". He then straps two sucking cups to my nipples and pumps them until they stick. "Thank you so much for this" I gush, I feel forever in his debt. I become overtly grateful and complimentary, he smiles knowing it's the drugs doing their work. He also becomes very talkative, he asks me about the first time I had sex. He raps my legs around his waist and I start to grind against him as I describe my first time. "Tonight will be a night of firsts" He tells me in that calm and hushed voice. For some reason we both feel the need to half whisper to each other. "Ok let's get these off" He removes my restraints as I thank him again for being so generous to have me over and get me high. He thanks me for coming. "God if we met earlier? I'd send you home stupid". After some talking, he takes my head and buries it into his armpit. I lap away at it as he moans. He takes the suction cups from my nipples and twists them as I start to suck on his. I still don't feel sensation in my nipples, however the rush from the meth was too much to notice if I did. This was perhaps the most sexually confident I had ever felt, I had to constantly remind myself, this is actually happening. I move down to work his cock. He tells me to suck it hard, so I do,gripping with my like and sucking down on his soft veiny dick to the balls, he grabs both balls and pushes them against my mouth "open" I try to accommodate for both cock and balls but it proves too hard, even though his cock is only semi erect, his balls are far too big. I settle for one ball and a dick in the back of my throat, my mouth is stuffed. He likes the feeling as I gag and retch. Eyes water, stomach knots, body squirms. Next I take both his balls in my mouth which is another mouth-filling task, his dick lays on my face with his wet helmet resting on my right eye. I feel like a good little slut. He tells me to smell his dick, which smells of precum. After sucking his dick some more it becomes hard enough to fuck with. He puts a rubber cock ring and ball separator on himself and tells me lie back. I put my legs in the air and present my hole for fucking. "No." he says. "Put your feet here" he motions to his chest. I place both feet on his chest and he slides his cock into my ass. At first my hole rejects him, pushing him out when he gets into a rhythm. It's the Tina, it has made my ass tighten up. However, I have an idea. I get up and take out a bottle of poppers out of my bag and lay back on the bed. "Maybe if you choke me" I suggest. He places his open palm against my neck, just under my Adam's apple, then moves up and down to find the strongest pulse. I take a huff of my poppers and raise one hand in the air(this is a safety technique I use at first with some guys, when the hand drops, I'm out and they should let go. Any longer and it could become quite dangerous). He presses down, not too hard, but enough to make my feet tingle. Everything goes tunnel vision. I'm back in Ireland doing something menial or talking to a friend or something. All of a sudden a man's face appears from nowhere, then a room behind him, where am I? Confusion. I feel a heavy tingling and something moving in and out of my hole. It has a similar feeling to pins-and-needles. Then I remember where I really am, in an apartment in New York, high on meth, being fucked unconscious by a complete stranger who could have killed me with little effort. The rush of realization is incredible. My breathing becomes heavy "Wow! Oh my God" He leads in to make out with me, his dick is now in my ass without me pushing it out. "Did you have a little dream, baby?" "Yeah, how long was I out" "Only about 5 seconds, don't worry." He fucks me harder and although his cock isn't rock hard it feels incredible. I could feel the rubber of the cock ring against my hole. I wanted everything he had inside me. "I think I can get my balls in you" he lets out in a grunt as he thrusts back and forth. "Yeah?" I ask with some scepticism, the drugs have taken away any pain the fucking may have caused, but it in no way made my ass wider, in fact it had a tightening effect on my hole. This problem was solved with a little force, or a nice choke-out. "Yeah, I think so. Hang on." He rolls me back so my ass is in the air, he then stands over me and squats down. I feel him pushing against my hole and decide to push out, hoping it will let him in. This works and he pushes his balls inside me. He pulls them out "Oh fuck" he lets out in pleasure. He pushes just his balls into my hole a few more times, dipping them in and out until it becomes easy. He then pushes his sloppy cock into my widened hole, followed by both balls. Everything is inside me. It has to be the best feeling I've ever had during sex, it's incredibly hard to describe that pleasure, knowing you're connected to another man by both his cock and balls, they fit tightly into your hole. You are being completely used as a place for him to rest his dick and balls. The feeling of his pelvis pushing against your ass, knowing there is nothing further that can go in, he is as deep in you as he can possibly go. Amazing! I feel with my hands to ensure everything is in. I rub his taint while he grinds against me. He stops moving, but I continue to grind in a circular motion, churning my insides with his balls and dick. "Hold still" he tells me, he looks focussed and stares into the distance. "You feel that?" "Nope" "I'm pissing inside you" "Oh fuck!" I concentrate on the feeling, a tingling in my lower back, I'm being used as this guy's urinal. "Ugh, it's hard to piss in this position". He only pees a little in me before slowly pulling his balls and cock out of my piss-filled whole, he keeps me propped up with one hand. "Don't move boy. Fuck yeah" he spits in my gaping hole. Then reaches into his bag of toys for a large butt-plug. He spits on it, and pushes it against my ass lips, it's not going in as easy as it should. He calmly instructs me to breath in and out, eventually the rubber plug slides right in, filling my ass completely. After about 30 minutes of playing, I go to the toilet to take out the plug and push out the piss. I feel very wobbly on my feet but very happy also. I notice that when the plug comes out there is no more piss up my ass. I feel around to check. Either my ass has absorbed the little piss there was, or it's gone a lot deeper than I can reach. The next few hours become a blur. I get slammed again which is so much stronger than the first, I cough and it hits me like a euphoria freight train. This turns Tom on greatly. We make out more, fuck, suck toys and attempted fisting. He could slide four fingers but not past the knuckle. I found it extremely hard to concentrate on what was going on, everything spun and shuttered, I felt fantastic, almost a state of frenzy. When Tom is on top of me he sweats so much it dribbles down onto my face and chest, almost like a tap. Our sweat has a distinct smell, a chemical smell because of the meth. He takes me to the shower to cool off. I check the time and hours have gone by. It's about 10.00am the next day. "My boyfriend will be home soon" What? Oh no, "is this going to get awkward?" I think. I say nothing. "It's ok though, we could always go to the bathhouse" First time for everything. I let him know I'm up for this adventure and he tells me to get dressed and meet him at the nearby subway, while he cleans up and gets dressed. I walk to the nearest subway, it's a hot day out and people are up walking to work. I'm very aware of my movements, not to act like a tweaker. He eventually meets me and we head towards the bathhouse. It's not long until we are there. I'm becoming paranoid that people will know I'm high. Tom seems fine. We get our locker key and head to our room. After stripping, I head to the locker with our clothes. To large black men check me out in my jockstrap(given to me by Tom) the place seems pretty empty, which doesn't surprise me given the time. I put away my stuff and head back to our booth/room. I'm tingling all over and moving faster than usual. I get in and Tom lunges at me, jamming his tongue down my throat and shoving his fingers up my hole. I turn to liquid in his arms, the feeling is very hot. He has a small bag of toys with him. He takes out a large metal buttplug. It's very wide, "Guess where this is going" he says as he slaps it against the palm of his hand. "No way" "Get on all fours" I climb onto the bed on all fours. He squirts some lube onto the top of the plug, then pushes against my ass. I feel there is know way this will fit. I try to push out to open my ass up. "Breath, relax." He instructs. It's hard to do so, even though there is no pain at this point(from the drugs) I'm still nervous of damaging my ass. I breath in and out. Then take a big hit of poppers and repeat. I feel it enter my hole, it begins to hurt. "Damn, is this nearly in" I think to myself, then my ass retracts. "It's in" he tells me, before leaning in to gently kiss my ass cheek and tell me "good boy". He slaps the base of the plug and every time he does is sends an extremely pleasurable shiver up through my insides. He lays me back on the bed and spreads his ass cheeks. "Stick out your tongue" I do, then he sits down hard on my mouth. I work my tongue slowly up and down he asshole, trying hard to push my tongue deep. He lets out a series of moans and groans to indicate he loves the sensation. He then grabs the back of my head and really pushes me into his hole. He wants me to go deeper and I can feel his hole pushing out against as my tongue slides deeper. My tongue is stretched out to the point of pain, but knowing the pleasure it gives him causes me to endure it. This goes on for a few minutes(with a few air breaks) before he lifts his hot ass from my face. He hands me down a rubber butt plug. "I want you to put this up my ass" "Can you pass me the lube?" "No just use spit" He opens my mouth and slides the plug all the way down to the end, I gag, he pushes further, fucking my throat with the plug. This gets him off. He sits on the end of the plug and forces it down my throat with his ass. I'm now being smothered and choked. I cough up some spit. and he takes the plug out and turns it around, facing his hole. I take it off of him and push. It takes some force and I worry about hurting him, but he seems to be fine. It eventually goes up his hole. I smack the end of it as he done with my and he groans in ecstasy. We make out for a while with plugs up our asses, I then go to give him a blowjob. After some time sucking his semi-flaccid cock I feel it's time to take the plug out. I leave our room to walk to the toilets. I get a few propositions on the way, but ignore them in a chemmed out haze. I enter one of the cubicles and try to push out the plug. This is more difficult and painful than getting it in. I finally manage to pull the metal plug from my insides and the thing is hot. Really hot. Hard to hold. I have to run it under a cold tap before I can carry it back to the room. By the time I get back he has jerked his cock hard. And places me on all fours before fucking me for quite some time. "Shit I've got to go to work soon" I wonder how he can even think of working, as my mind is so confused and fried from the meth, I could barely see straight. I guess this guy is well used to this kind of activity. This worries me slightly. Maybe all isnt as it seems with him. He edges himself with my ass a number of times but is too uptight to cum. "Wanna meet me later on, say 7pm?" "Ok". We both head to the showers. As we wash up he tells me "I think I have to piss" "Can I drink it" "Sure, get down there." I get down on my knees and open up. He shoots hard, like a fire-hose down my throat. It tastes extremely strong but I swallow every drop. As we walk back to our room to get dressed it hits me hard. It had totally slipped my mind that his piss was filled with strong chems, and it sent me flying high. "You feel it?" He asks me in a hushed tone. It really tickles him that I'm high as a kite in public. We get dressed and leave the bathhouse. I get home(somehow) and try to get some sleep. This is impossible. I am shaking like a leaf and sweating buckets. I go to the bathroom to have a cold shower. I look in the mirror. My face frightens me, it looks so different to what I usually see. There is a deadness in my eyes. I try not to focus on it, and shower and change. By the time this is done it's almost time to head out the door again. I get to Tom's apartment again, his eyes are red. He looks like he's just shot up. "Hey baby, come in" I come in and undress. "Ready for another slam?"

It was a cool spring morning and I was cruising on Breeding Zone looking for trouble, well really looking for good jerk off material and just wasting time when I noticed an e-mail alert in my notifications. I had a friend request. I clicked on the link to find a cute young guy who wanted to be my friend. After looking over his profile I quickly went back to my friend request page and clicked on add and save to add this hunk as a friend. I had been dabbling in writing stories for the site and was fairly successful in getting a small readership of my fantasized tales. Well this hot naughty boy, had been following along with one and had commented on it several time encouraging me to progress in the story line. A few days had passed and I received a message in my in box from the boy thanking me for accepting his friend request and asking me to be his daddy and to fuck him the way the coach was using his new swim and wrestling students. I responded back I would love to use him as my character was doing to his hot athletes in the story. He wrote back a couple days later, you have yahoo? And I replied that I did and gave him my yahoo nickname and he replied back with his. I added him to my messenger and sent a request for him to do the same. About a week had gone by and I had not heard from him and I figured he had flaked on my request, suddenly on a Saturday afternoon I was playing on face book when a messenger notification popped up “Hey daddy sorry for the delay but had School projects to finish” “You’re in school” “Yes college” “Big or little one” “Large one in metropolitan city” “You get much action there” “Not really into guys my age, tried it once in senior year of high school, but it wasn’t good” “So you like daddies, so how old were you when you tried man on man sex? “I had just turned 18, my buddy said he wanted to fuck me as my birthday present” “Oh really” “He wore a condom and it hurt like hell, I think he was a virgin as well, although he was 4 months older than me” “Sort of hot two virgins going at it” “Still haven't even tried bb sex yet dad lol” “And you want daddy to pop your bb cherry” All went quiet on messenger and he soon logged off, I put him down as another twink teasing me, most likely shoot his load and logged off. I went back to Facebook and a couple other social websites then saw I had an e-mail on my secondary mail account. I logged in and found he had written me a message on BZ asking me to be his daddy and asking if I was willing to make him my little boy, own his ass. I could play along with his fantasy, and told him I would be honored to be his daddy and own his hole, but I told him that he had to share his hole with my husband of 20 years. A few days later I got a message back saying he was excited that we wanted him and he would be on-line Friday evening for chat “Hey Daddy’s” “Hi son” “Are both of you there?” “I’m in the bedroom on the laptop, hubby is in living room playing games on the WII” “Oh, does he know about me?” “Yes, and he thinks you’re adorable” “Do both of you want me?” “Yes child, we want you” “You know I’m technically too old to be adopted” “I was hoping that to be so, I’m not a pedophile” “You ok with me being 18?” “Makes the fantasy that much hotter” “Is this just a Fantasy to you? I was hoping for more” “Well so far yes, you are being so elusive about your details” “What do you mean?” “I mean you won’t even tell me where you’re from” He discloses his general location to me and we discuss I have relatives in the area, and that he is just a year younger than my nephew in the area “So daddy are you going to knock me up?” “You want to be knocked up?” “I’m kind of scared, but I really think I do” “So when’s your schools spring break?” “In two weeks” “You want to spend it with your two new dads?” Once again he logs off, and it is a few hours before I get a off-line message from him “Yes, where should I fly into, you will pick me up won’t you?

Call it cheating if you will, but I found myself horny as hell, strangely wanting to get fucked. My wife knows about me and my boyfriend and doesn’t have a problem as long as I practice safe. She thinks I do anyway. That’s why I’m horny right now. I need to be fucked and fucked raw. I needed someone’s hard cock in my mouth, then in my ass and finally his cum in me. I tried to find my regular Fuck Buddy but he was out of town on business for two weeks. I made it the first weekend but was desperate the second on when his trip ran long. I got so desperate that I ran a Craigslist ad. I decided, against my will, to maintain the ‘safe sex’ thing and insist on condoms despite the fact I hate them and their feel. I was nervous for the first thirty or so minutes batting my decision back and forth. I wanted fucked but was scared since my Fuck Buddy was the only guy that had ever fucked me. My phone dinged which told me that someone had answered the ad. I went to my computer and checked. Sure enough I had an answer to the ad. I read the ad with excitement and loved the pic of his huge cock, but it wouldn't work as the guy wanted me to travel to him during the work week, and I knew I wouldn't have time, so, in disappointment, I ignored his reply to my ad. I was about to shut the computer off and just give it up my efforts to get laid, when I glanced up just in time to see another entry in my inbox. I clicked on it and, before reading it, the pic of a huge black cock had me hypnotized. When I regained my composure, I read his response which said he was nearby and ready right then. I stared at the pick of his hard cock and took three deep breaths before slowly typing my address into the reply box. I also asked how long it would take for him to get there, since I was still wavering on the idea. If he was going to take more than thirty minutes or so I was afraid I would change my mind. He answered immediately telling me he was fifteen minutes away and had just gotten out of the shower. I was scared. His cock was huge compared to that of my Fuck Buddy, but I was that horny. It didn’t help that I had long harbored a fantasy of being fucked by a black man. Sure enough, in less than fifteen minutes that I found myself letting a complete stranger into my house for the intent purpose of letting him fuck me. I invited him in and, completely out of character for me, grabbed his crotch with one hand and unbuttoned his slacks with the other. He was nearly hard before I got his pants down around his ankles. His cock had to be a good ten inches or so just from his scrotum which held two gigantic balls. At that point I was hoping that what I saw was what I was getting and for quite some time. I dropped to my knees and took the head of that massive organ into my mouth, that being about all I could get into it, and began sucking. He got a bit harder and decided to cut to the chase. “I’m here to fuck a white boy. You ready?” The adrenaline charged through me at the comment. He did cut to the chase; he pulled me to my feet, asked about the bedroom and nudged me toward it. Once there, it took me no time to pull my t-shirt and shorts off. I offered him the bottle of lube which he took and started applying to his cock. My breathing got difficult as I stared at that glistening black obelisk suddenly scared that it was destined to be thrusting into my ass. As I climbed onto the bed I thought 'it's now or never'. He was on the bed behind me immediately, spreading my ass cheeks. I felt that huge mushroom head of his cock against my anus and wondered if he could get it inside me without tearing me up. I relaxed and felt the head pop in. He was surprisingly gentle as my Fuck Buddy and took his time working his cock completely inside me. My breathing was slow and controlled as I could manage. Once his pelvis met my ass, he got verbal. “You are a really tight white boy. You ready to get fucked?” I mumbled something under my breath that sounded like, “Hell yes, you black motherfucker, fuck me!” He pulled slowly out and plunged back in viciously back in. That was the start. For the next twenty or so minutes, my ass and prostate were savaged with no sign of mercy. His hands were on my hips making sure he had a clear, uninterrupted path into my ass. I was at that point of ecstasy nearing what I expect was as near an anal orgasm as I had ever come, when he asked me, “You want this load, white boy?” It was at that moment that I realized the whole time he had been fucking me raw. My lust haze had kept me oblivious to it. “No, No! Don’t” I mumbled not really meaning it. “Too bad, you’re getting the third load now!” he said as he slammed his pelvis against my ass for the final time and held it there. “Third?” I questioned. “Yup.” He held my hips against him for about a minute before relaxing his grip. I fell forward and felt my ass. Sure enough I felt cum and a lot of it. “This was supposed to be safe! With condoms!” I squealed. “You should have given me a condom.” Was his only comment as he started pulling his sweatpants back up, adding that I should let him know if I wanted to fuck again - because I had a sweet ass.

So a few guys have said to wear a cockring with my swimwear to fill things out/make bulge more apparent. I've used cockrings a few times, but since I'm a bottom I never really thought it was a big deal for me (though i do love tops in them, either just for looks or to fuck). So is this a typical thing? Would you (especially tops) prefer that? Or is that a turn off?

My first time was bareback right when the AIDS crisis had started. Then everyone started wearing condoms. Maybe about 20 years ago a guy was fucking from behind with a condom, he stopped, then he fucked me again at which time I noticed it felt better, but wasn't aware that it was bareback. When he pulled out he quickly took care of the condom for me not to see it, and whispered in my ear: "I left you a present" and he left the room. I touched my hole and go so turned on when I felt it leaking with his cum. I never again wore a condom.

Completely agree with everything you mentioned. I find the amateur videos / webcam sessions where they talk naturally (and in the best one's the talk is super pervy/taboo/uninhibited) and you can tell how into it both guys are far hotter than any produced porn.

I'd luv to find a guy in your position. Not only would I put a load or two deep inside your hot looking butt I would come back later to lick and eat your wrecked hole... which would probably make me hard again...meaning you'd get another load from me

Lito Cruz

Fucking hot. Thanks for writing. Boyfriend stories make me hard.

There may be other revenge stories on here.... but yours is really hot! Looking forward to more... why do I have the feeling that while Joey may be the first to get pozed up of these two, he will not be the last one

Before I read your story, I'd never heard of anyone leaking like that except me. It's a constant stream of piss or pre-cum or jizz--whatever it is, it tastes delicious--that always accompanies a slam. But it always makes me feel self-conscious. Even guys I've slammed with have reached down to grab my dick, and finding a small, wet, soft clit, they give me a strange look that ruins my high. Thanks to your story, I have hope I'll meet someone who'll love my ability to soak us in dick juices, and just wallow with me. Until then, I have your story. Thank you.

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!

I clean out every morning I am not working and put an ad up. I need fucked fucked, but everyone just wants a blowjob, which I won't turn down. First guy at noon was a repeat guy a couple weeks back. He's sexy and I love his cock. He stood up and shot his load in my mouth. There was so much and he shoved his cock back in. I tried to swallow as much as I coupld, but most of it was spit out on the carpet. I could blow him all day, every day. An hour later the second guy arrived, biker with tats. He had a big curvy cock like a ripe banana. I sucked on it, he told me to take my time, about 20 minutes later he shot all over my mouth, cheek and shoulder. Third guy just left, I didn't think he would show up, but he did. In text he kept asking if I was clean. Well, of course I've taken a shower recently. He kept asking and I told him not to even waste my time and not to show up... then he's like "We good?" I said as long as you don't continue to riddle me with 20 questions, I ain't Batman. He showed up didn't even ask any questions, just dropped his pants and had me on my knees. He wasn't that big, but still his cock was good. He pulled out and jacked all over his pubs while I tounged his piss hole trying to lap up what I could.

understall fuck. gotta love those american toilets! http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=WDW49-G797-#.VLbM6iusVIE

Just had a 27 y/o hot otter fuck buddy unload deep in my ass. I got to swallow some hot precum since he was edging since 9:00AM this morning and he breed me at 2:30 in the afternoon. I love his raw cock in my holes. It was a quickie since he is was on his way to work.

Thanks guys. I'm working on more stories. Posted part of the next one called the tattoo artist.

I would love to be accosted and coerced into a van with 4 or 5 lean guys in really short cutoff jean shorts, who drive me to an abandoned building they have set up as their clubhouse. They tell me I have been chosen to be fully instructed in the art of pleasing men and that I am now in their custody until they decide I am free to go. My clothes are taken and they guide me to a tiled room with showers, toilets and sinks with an exam table in the middle that has stirrups and a rack for the huge open top enema vessel. I am instructed to shower then taken to the exam table and my legs put in the stirrups, all my pubic hair is trimmed down and then shaved smooth before the several enemas begin. After being cleaned inside and out, they take me to a room with a bed and some padded benches and a few tables with dildos and plugs and bottles of lube. Then the elixir is administered, the thick oily liquid enters my vein and supercharges my raw cum lust as my eyes cross and my breath escapes my cum sponge hole quivers. I see all those toys and lubes and walk over and slide a cockring on, then squirt some lube in my ass and start sliding dildos and vibrators in my hole trying to satisfy my hungry hole. Then the journey begins, they start my training with one guy fucking my ass as I 69 with another pushing my head onto his cock to take him deeper in my throat until I can throat fuck his cock. They take turns fucking me and filling me with hot cum, and rotate between me sucking on their cocks and eating their ass, but every hot load of their cum is shot deep in my ass. After endless hours of taking loads in my ass and sucking dicks and eating ass, they put a plug in my battered hole to keep the seed in and toss me a pair of tiny cutoff jean shorts. I am accepted and I am home...

I got my cherry violently popped by a couple a black man and a cute white boy while I was visiting LA. It took lots of therapy sessions to cope with it. Then for last few years, I met men who got me to take chem and now I think of it as a fond memory. It's interesting how my thought process changes under the chem.

saved for... reasons.

Well I am versitle but more a top. My bf has been blue so I said I was wiling to take it up the ass. We were making out and whispered to clean out. I went and freshened up and he started going at my hole. Then he threw my legs over my head and started pushing it in. The pain was intense, I started relaxing and he started to pump a away. Then he asked me to get all 4. Well it didn't take long before he dropped a 4 day load up my ass. He jacked me off and then he wanted it again, well we/I have never had 2 loads in me. He threw my legs over my ahead and started fucking me hard and then he shot his 2 nd load in me in less than a couple of hours. I went to bed with both loads in me. What a fuck and a night.

Agreed. The urge to slide into a warm wet hole is tough to resist. Mother Nature wants us to breed and she can be a real unrelenting bitch about getting her way. Therefore, in the case of repeat fuckbuds, the probability of the top's cock entering raw increases over time. He may not even mean for it to happen. Most of us are familiar with the scenario. After 3 or 4 fucks you've gotten to know each other a bit. You get together and get naked. Things heat up. The heat of another male body feels good on the skin and the deep connection shared between two members of the brotherhood of man warms the spirit. Ass and crotch meet. The top's hard cock ends up nestled inside the bottom's warm moist trench. He rubs it around a bit in the spirit of foreplay to help the bottom relax. Precum starts to flow and before you know it, the bottom's manhole kisses the tip, slowly start to open, and swallow his cockhead. A rubber is sitting right there on the nightstand, only an arm reach away. He still intends to use it but he wants to break the connection just yet. Our world is a cold and alienating place for so many men. Such tender moments of affection are rare and he wants to hold onto it as long as possible. He can sense the bottom's deep desire to take him bare - the longing in his eyes, the gentle smile, the slight involuntary further parting of his legs, the arching of his pelvis. The knowledge that another man is willing to surrender his asshole to him so unconditionally is highly rewarding. Letting him put his manhood and sperm - his very essence - in the most private part of his body without protection is the ultimate form of acceptance. The feeling of a hot wet hole slowly surrounding his throbbing cock is one of the sweetest sensations known to man. Millions of years of evolutionary programming compel him to thrust gently forward toward the source of his pleasure. Thoughts of reaching for the condom return to his consciousness as he pulls back and thrusts forward again, burying more of his cock inside that oh so sweet spot. Oh God it feels good without one! Three-fourths of the way inside already, he might as well go ahead and complete the penetration then stop and suit up. Of course once he has buried his rod to the hilt he should hold the position for a minute or two to let the bottom adjust right? Savoring the feeling of being buried balls deep and uncovered in an incredible hot ass would just be a coincidental bonus. A few post adjustments thrusts wouldn't hurt either right? God! He just can't bring himself to pull out and has to wonder if it even matters at this point. As he stares into his bed mate's eyes then glances toward the condom again, all the bottom need do is remind him, "we don't need that." Such perfect words of absolution and joy!

I was overnighting in San Antonio, TX when I got the urge to go online and check out the local guys. One particular Mexican guy caught my attention. We talked on A4A and he came by my hotel room after a brief convo. I usually chat for a bit to get a sense of who I'm inviting over to my room, but this guy was young (22), muscular, smooth, short (5'4"), uncut and HUNG! (7.5 thick!) Pretty much everything I'm not! Well, maybe except the hung part lol! So I had no idea what to expect aside from him telling me he loved furry bear cubs. As soon as he walked in my room I knew I'd been right to invite him over. He put down his gear, said "Hey" and came right over to me sitting on the bed and we started making out... SERIUOS making out. He climbed on top of me laying me down on the bed and I could feel his cock was already rock hard in his jeans. We got undressed and started trading blowjobs. He got back on top of me and worked his tongue down between my legs, lifting my legs and going for my hole. I obliged and rolled my hips up grabbing my ankles. Damn that boy could rim! I actually felt his tongue sliding in and out of my hole, slowly, making sure I could feel it! Some guys just dart in and out so fast it feels like a dog lapping at the water dish LOL! Anyway, I flipped over onto my stomach as he continued to rim me like there's no tomorrow, hoping he'd get the hint I wanted that thick, uncut cock. Instead, he plopped down on the bed beside me and I started sucking him again. Online his profile said "Safe Sex Only" and I noticed when he put his stuff down there was a condom so I figured I wasn't getting his load tonight... but I went for it anyway! I got his cock really wet and slick then slowly worked my mouth up to his and started deep kissing as my ass worked its way up to the tip of his dick. I just started by gently riding him as his cock brushed my hole with every stroke. Then I sat up straight with my thighs on either side of his chest and lowered myself onto the tip of his cock... There was no objection... I slid down further... He wasn't stopping me... Now the head was pushing its way past my sphincter muscles... His eyes started to roll into the back of his head and he began to moan really deep - then I knew I had him! I sat completely down on his pelvis and I could feel his cock stretching my insides - it was amazing! I rode him for a few minutes then got up onto my feet and squatted down on him as he began to thrust upward and fuck me in earnest. After a few more minutes, he pulled out and got off the bed walking to the edge. He motioned for me to lie on the edge so we could fuck missionary. That lasted all of 5 minutes, 22 years old remember, before he was getting close. He actually asked "You want me to pull out?" Yeah right! I said I wanted his load deep. So he pushed all the way in and ground his hips into my ass as he pulled my cheeks apart. He was moving his hips in this circular grinding motion that was hitting ALL my spots... I mean I wasn't even touching my cock and was precumming like a leaky faucet. He said he was cumming and sure enough I felt his dick pulsing deep within me as he blasted his young, Mexican DNA into my guts. He pulled out and immediately headed for the shower. When he was done, we exchanged pleasantries as he got dressed and gathered his things (including the unused condom). I got the sense he regretted fucking, basically a stranger, raw and breeding them. Oh well, I got EXACTLY what I wanted: a hot load of manseed deep in my hole that's still inside as I write this. I will DEFINITELY message him when I'm in San Antonio again!

I was in elementry school, got fucked by stepdad raw. I was a boy whore @ age 10

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

I slowly gained consciousness struggling up through the bands of sleep to feel the warm sun and gentle ocean breezes caressing my naked body where the tangle of sheets had left me exposed. As I stretched I came across a mop of blonde curls that must belong to one half of last nights twin star attractions. His ripped golden tanned young body betrayed the days and weeks spent in the surf of Malibu visible from this very room. Looking around I noticed that his other half was missing, but also noticed a couple rails had been snorted off the morning tray my always efficient butler had delivered to the night stand. I leaned over and did a couple rise and shine runs, and then carefully dusted my already hard cock head with a healthy dose. Carefully rolling over I positioned myself at the well used fuckhole of my surf god and pushed in. The half dozen loads I’d seen him take, as well as the couple I’d dropped into him the night before, certainly made it an easy glide in and that the magic dust found an inviting home. I’ll never know if it was my cock or the coke that woke him up but I soon found his warm wet ass grinding back on my cock even as the rest of his beach toned body seemed to cling to sleep. A low groan escaped from deep inside the hunk as he pulled a pillow over him and mumbled something about wanting to sleep. The protest was short lived as he began to succumb to the spreading warmth of his ass and my long slow strokes in and out. He looked over his shoulder at me and with a lopsided smirk told me to give it all I had. A different groan next passed his lips as I switched gears and started pounding deep. My nine inch fuck stick was plowing a well trodden path, but it didn’t care. Neither did I care that i didn’t know which twin I had impaled. Was it the recently evicted reality “star” or his equally dim but fun loving twin? I put the question aside for now as I reached down and pulled his hand away from his cock gently reminding him where any of his remaining neg cum was to be deposited. In the midst of the drug-fuelled cum frenzy the previous night, both twins had begged to be fucked and filled with cum and that their neg cunts be converted, so they could join my company. I’d made them promise to only cum in my ass until we had been sure they were shooting poz loads. Just as I was beginning to feel that tingle deep at the base of my cock, blonde stud number two emerged from the bathroom freshly showered and wrapped in a towel. I told him to drop the towel do a line and get his cock in me. His meat grew as he bent to take his rail and I then knew I was plowing the un-famous twin. The reality surfer had a beercan thick cock and I was looking forward to it stretching me out. I slowed my stroking while he got in position and then pistoned myself back and forth on the brothers as I neared completion. With one last thrust I hilted in the bottom twin's ass and started dumping my latest potent load in him. This twitched out my ass and had the top twin filling me soon afterwards. We collapsed in a sweaty cummy heap for a few moments while our breathing returned to normal. My top stud slipped out of my ass and came down to lick and taste his brother's well worn ass, and to clean off my cock. The other twisted around to clean his bro's meat. I loved how cum hungry these two were. I guessed they were 22 and immediately thought of how popular they’d be amongst my friends and colleagues as I introduced them around my company and found them a permanent location. Thinking of the company, I untangled myself from the twins who were already drifting off, and headed for the shower, where, to my amazement, I found a muscular marine looking stud sleeping in the corner of my oversized shower. Turning on the cold water, I blasted him awake and had him wash me down and towel me off. I chuckled to myself thinking Human Resources would be busy on Monday. The marine would make a good houseboy and I’d need to get him and the twins signed up to the company.

Sliding in balls deep and feeling the actual flesh of another man grasping the base of my cock.

I have recently learned to appreciate the spontaneity of great sex. Especially as foreplay turns into barrier free insertion without a mention ever being made of whether a condom was expected or required. Breeding sort of takes that spontaneity up a notch. When a top is unexpectedly fucking bareback he seems to emit an energy that can be felt and as he gets close to cumming the energy is amazingly high and i love giving him that high.

Almost all the tops I've been with prefer to cum inside. Some ask beforehand because they don't want any surprises. I have been semi-stealthed when barebacking. A top will fuck me bare, cum inside, and even feels that way then when I ask if they ended up cumming they say "no". If I confront them more about it I've had a few that say it just felt so good and they didn't want to take the risk of asking only for me to say that they couldn't cum inside.

I grew up near a drive-in movie theatre. On weekends I'd ride my bike and collect the condoms that were thrown on the ground. I'd put the condoms in my mouth and eat the cum. Some of the condoms. Tasted like pussy, some like shit, that taste on the outside and cum slipping down my throat was a great combination of flavor.

The next couple of weeks flew by, I cleaned up the spare bedroom just in case the boy actually called us from the airport, not really expecting him too since I’m used to being teased by sweet young things. Friday night of the second week came and went, really expected it would then around 5:30 on Saturday morning my phone buzzed “Just arrived, on way to baggage claim, please cum pick me up” My heart was all aflutter as I nudged my husband awake “The boy actually arrived, get dressed, and let’s go get him” We didn’t even bother to shower and just threw on some clothes, we both were a little sweaty and even had a hint of the sex we had with the neighbor boy the night previously we arrived at the new terminal in about 25 minutes and circled around the arriving flight area, on the second go round my heart stopped as I spotted him standing near the curb, I stopped about 50 yards away and texted him “Here, at airport looking for you, dark blue ford, little roller-skate, wave if you can see us” I noticed him fumbling in his pocket and pulling out his phone, he read the text and began looking around, he looked toward us then raised his hand and waved, and I pulled forward and stopped the car in front of him. Popped the trunk and got out to help him with his medium sized bag and gym bag, as I approached him he set down his gym bag on top of his other bag and pulled me into a big hug, there were small tears streaming down his cheeks “I wasn’t sure if you were really going to come get me, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this” I hugged him back as my partner shifted himself to the back seat making room for our house guest, I threw his bags in the trunk and slammed it shut, climbing into the driver’s seat, putting on my seat belt and pulling away from the curb and onto the exit from the airport, the boy looked terrified and excited all rolled up into one “I’m not sure if we ever exchanged first names but I’m Nathaniel, and I’m so happy to finally get to meet you in person” I introduced myself and my hubby to him and took his hand in mine to let him know he had little to worry about, he moved my hand to his crotch which was already bulging in anticipation. We exchanged small talk on the short drive back to our apartment all the while he groped me and I him, while my hubby in the back seat kneaded his shoulders and teased him with views of his large phallus. We arrived at our apartment and I parked the car and retrieved his luggage from the trunk, assisting him to carry it into the dwelling, once inside the boys reservations suddenly disappeared and he breathed in a sigh of relief, out of public view he suddenly relaxed. “So how was the trip?” “a little bumpy, but I made it here, I honestly didn’t know if you were really going to show up and was prepared to take the bus to the city” “Aren’t you glad we showed up, saving you the bus trip and god only knows what else?” “Yeah and you two turned out to be the sexist couple, when you pulled up I thought I had gone to heaven” I laughed, and Jake my partner chuckled. Being a serodiscordent couple my status was only discussed in whether I disclosed to potential partners, Jake only occasionally got off on Poz talk, and the idea of gift giving was somewhat taboo with him. I had warned Nate throughout our conversations to keep his chaser status under wraps “So how’d your coffee house encounter go” I asked referring to his post on BZ about a pending hook up with a daddy he spied in a local coffee house “he was a flake sort of, he made a date then kept rescheduling, then when we did get together he just wanted to suck me off, wouldn’t even let me touch his junk” “Ah I see, so total wash out eh” “Yeah, but I learned a good lesson out of it, some guys just like to tease” I had refrained from making a move on Nate, didn’t want to scare him off, this god from the northwest, I picked up his luggage from the middle of the living room, bent over slightly towards him and placed a kiss on his cheek, then carried his bags into the spare room, he followed me as I showed him his bed set off to the side of the room “This is your room for the week, if you so choose to stay here” “Why wouldn’t I want to stay here daddy” With that he became somewhat the aggressor and began kissing me passionately, I reached under his tee shirt and began playing with his nipples as Jake came up behind him and began nibbling on his neck, he raised his arms above his head and we removed his tee shirt revealing that hot torso I had been drooling over ever since seeing his photo album on BZ. I began sucking and nibbling on that nubile body while fumbling with his belt and zipper, then peeling his jeans from his hips, boy claimed to be all bottom but his cock was ridged and drooling while Jake and I worked over his body, Nate stepped out of his jeans and cute sexy briefs and stood before us completely naked as we caressed and fondled his hot body, it didn’t take us long to shed the few articles of clothing we wore and soon we were on the bed with Nate between us as he sucked my cock and got rimmed by Jake, opening up his nearly virgin hole. Nate got me hard and turned around to sit on my erection as he began taking Jake deep into his mouth, the head of my engorged tool poked into his moist hole, he grimaced and screamed as my shaft penetrated him for the first time, I quickly pulled out, Afraid I had hurt the boy “No daddy, it really didn’t hurt that much, put it back in” I reached over to the nightstand and withdrew a bottle of lube and applied it into his hole then worked my cock back into his slick orifice, this time he just moaned around Jakes cock ,as it slid into his throat, Nate gagged a little, then swallowed Jake to the root. The boy suddenly became voracious and began bucking back onto my cock, which was by now coating his rectal walls with my toxic pre-cum, stretching and tearing his sphincter and ass up. I began piston pumping the boy as I knew this first time I wouldn’t last long. Jake was beginning to growl and scrunch up his face and I knew Nate was getting a taste of his baby batter as he shot his load in the boys’ mouth and throat. Jake pulled out and Nate licked his cock and balls clean as I continued to pump away at his tender ass, as my partner exited the room to go fix some breakfast I pulled Nate down onto the bed, still impaled in his ass I began fucking him with him on his side “You want my toxic Baby batter up your ass boy?” I whispered in his ear “Yeah daddy, knock me up, give me your Poz seed” “So, you want my toxic, Poz dna in you” “Give me your bug Daddy” A couple more thrust and I could feel my cock pulsing with my toxic seed flowing into this once sweet thing, one, two, three blast of cum deep in his gut, my cock aching to spew more seed into this once innocent boy, a boy now begging me for my seed ”here it cums boy no turning back now” He suddenly clamped down trying to push me out but only succeeding in milking my cock of its final drops, I lay there behind him nibbling on his neck my cock still buried in his convulsing ass, I pulled his face around, and gave him a big sloppy kiss as my cock began to soften and slid out of his hole. He rolled over and kissed me back before sliding down to clean off my cock his ass suddenly in the air again as Jake re-entered the room with breakfast. “Well this can wait a few” as he set down the plates and slid his cock into Nate’s now used and cummy hole. Jake fucked him for about 5 to ten minutes before adding his negative deposit to join my toxic spooge. We ate breakfast and then took Nate to the shower where we proceeded to make out and tease him while soaping him up and washing him off. Jake got dressed as we were drying off then proceeded to tell us to be good as he left to go do errands. I took the towel from Nate’s hips and led him to the king size bed and turned on the television and Blu-ray to stream some movies for the boy, it didn’t take much and he was hard and dripping again. “Ok son, now its daddies turn, I know we have discussed you only wanting to bottom but daddy has needs too” With that I took his 8 inch cock in my mouth and began to give him a blow job to remember. He was getting close when I began to rim his hole and he thought he was going to get fucked some more. I could taste the two loads of cum in his hole and sucked some out savoring the taste the kissing him deeply to share with him the cummy taste of his ass, as I lay on top of my hot Twinkie stud I guided his cock to my hole then breaking our passionate kiss sank my ass over his pole impaling myself on his ridged dripping cock “Daddy I don’t top” “Well if you’re going to take my seed, you’re going to have to earn to give back every now and then” I rocked back and forth a few times sliding my ass lips up and down his engorged penis giving him immense pleasure, Nate began working his cock into my hole then hilting it blew his first top load deep into my guts. I rolled off him and cleaned my ass juices and his cum from his cock then once again sharing it with him via a deep kiss. “Wow that was mind blowing” “Don’t get used to it son, that is the last time you get to fuck daddy again till you test Poz.” “Well times a wasting” With which he rolls over and mounts my hard cock again this time using the cum in his ass to lube my entry, I pump in and out of him for some time working his slick wall with the seed that already exist then slowly adding my pre-cum to the mix I was still sliding my cock in and out when Jake returned home a couple hours later having made two more deposits. Jake prepared dinner and Nate and I picked out some movies on Netflix to watch

Personally, I've found that a vast majority of people who are adamant about safe sex are also horrifically uninformed and completely ignorant about HIV or even how it is passed along. I'd guess that at least 9 out of 10 people who aren't already positive (and unfortunately, 5 out of 10 who are already poz) are SO under-informed that the only true risk to their health is their own ignorance. If I get to a point where the subject even becomes part of the conversation, it means I've invested enough time already that I don't mind the extra 5-10 minutes to fill people in on the actual risks or correct their misinformed opinions. It doesn't always change their opinions right there and then, but at least it gives them something to think about for the next time. But in situations where people are 'on the fence', that little bit of proper knowledge generally makes all the difference, even if it's only enough to give them 10 minutes to rationalize what they really want to do anyway.

Part III Two other gorgeous men dressed in the same red leather as Mac entered the enormous circle of light and walked toward their cohort. One of them was a Caucasian with a hairless, swimmers build and the other was shorter, smooth, solid and obviously Hispanic. The booming voice from the darkness spoke, “Mac, since you are new to your position, these Lures shall be your servants for the evening’s events. They will assist you in prepping the cum-whores for each round.” Both of the men bowed to Mac and moved to take their positions slightly behind him on either side. “Now, which game shall we play?” The shadow voice said slowly, giving it an even more ominous tone. “I believe that, for our first round, we shall use the Ring of Toxic Death. Mac, take your servants and secure each of our five secretly willing victims into their respective stations on the Ring.” Mac and the others quickly moved to obey. Starting with number 1, each of us was forcibly removed from his respective St. Andrews cross. Before we were moved our hands were cuffed behind our backs and the noose was placed around our necks. The long pole kept each man at a safe distance from our captors as we were relocated to the large, black, waist-high, pentagon-shaped device. Each side had a padded station that would perfectly hold a man that was bent over into a perfect doggy-style fucking position. Numbers 1, 3, and 5 struggled hard to no avail and, before their handcuffs were removed, they were shackled, with chains on their wrists and ankles, into their stations on the Ring. Number 2 didn’t resist as he was transferred. He calmly walked, with his head lowered, to his place on the device and allowed them to secure his arms and legs. I twisted and turned, pulling at the rope around my neck, but this was more for show. I wanted the others to believe that I was resisting more than I was internally. Even though I didn’t want to show it to everyone else, deep down inside I was really excited at what was taking place. The terror was intoxicating and I could hardly wait to find out what was going to happen next. Chained into place, all of us standing inwards, facing each other, I could see the terror in number 1 and number 3’s eyes. They were perhaps no more than twelve feet from where I stood and each was breathing heavily through their noses. Their mouths still contained the red gag balls that muffled their whimpers. The restraints on our wrist gave us just enough slack to allow us to remain standing, but we were unable to turn around. Each rope of metallic links, attached to our wrist cuffs, disappeared into dark holes in the middle of the Ring of Toxic Death. “We will now play a modified version of musical chairs,” The deep manly voice rang loudly from unseen speakers in the darkness, “and this game will decide who may win the first round. We shall call it musical slut waiting for his toxic death loads.” The voice chuckled a bit and other sounds of male laughter rang out in the darkness. “We shall play a song while Mac walks around the circle. He will stick his cock in each one of your un-lubed asses, which I imagine might hurt a bit. The last one to take his cock before the song ends will be the winner of this round. Random chance has picked number 1 to take his cock first. Mac, you will then go around the circle clockwise until the end of our little tune. If you resist taking his cock then you will have just volunteered to win this round. Mac’s First Assistant, tighten the chains to position our little friends.” The Caucasian man in red moved to a table and picked up a remote control. He pushed a button and all of the chains moved into the holes on the Ring. This pulled all five of us into a bent over position. None of us could move anything other than our heads. Mac walked up behind number 1 and pulled out his rock hard huge cock. He was obviously very turned on by what was happening, but he wasn’t the only one. My cock throbbed and precum dripped from the end of my hairy tool. “Let the music begin.” The voice rang out from the darkness. A generic techno type of music blared from unseen speakers. It was the kind of song that you might hear while fucking at a bathhouse. Mac positioned the head of his large cock against the asshole of cum-slut number 1 and pushed his hips forward in one slow, forceful motion. Number 1 screamed out from behind his gag-ball and I could see his eyes widen and then clench shut. We could all tell that he was in pain. His forehead hit the top of the Ring in front of him several times to obviously refocus some of the pain away from his dry fuckhole. Mac withdrew his hard shaft as more rapidly than it was inserted. I could see a grin on his face as he moved clockwise around the circle. When Mac rammed his cock into number 2’s hole there was a grunt of anguish, but I could see the determination in the previous Mac’s eyes. He just stared forward while remaining silent and still. I hoped that I would be as tough. However, I would not get my chance to find out. As the new Mac was walking from number 3 towards number 4 the music stopped. “Number 3 is our winner men!” The voice boomed from the darkness. “Mac, pull out your coin and lets have a toss to determine if we AIDS breed this little pig or if we release him?” Mac pulled out a coin from a small pocket in his belt. “Heads you get filled with lots of AIDS babies…tails…you go free.” Mac bent over to softly say these words into number 3’s ear. I could see the terror in the slut’s eyes intensify. Mac tossed the coin, caught it in his hand and slapped it down hard on his opposite wrist. When he removed his hand he loudly said the word “Heads!” Laughter echoed from the dark. Number 3 pulled wildly at his restraints in vain. There would be no escape. His fate was sealed.

GtP-3 After Rick pumped in his fourth load he pulled his semi hard cock out of the punk's hole. He fingered it for a while commenting, "Your hole its so nice and sloppy now. I think its ready for others to use it." Rick released of Jeremy's arms and pulled out a bottle filled with a solution that contained protein, electrolytes and G for the kid to drink. "As you work on replenishing your fluids I'll find you some more poz cock for your hole." This was the first time Jeremy had any clue that Rick had not only HIV+, but had fucked him bareback and cum inside his ass. Jeremy stopped drinking for a moment as he processed what Rick had just told him. "Do you mean you fucked me without wearing a condom?" "Yes I did, boy." "But you agreed we'd play safe." "I never agreed to that boy, you just made the request that we play safe. Once you gave yourself to me to be my bitch you gave up the right to request anything. Before I go and get you some more cocks to breed your hole with I think you need something to keep you flying." Rick produced another prefilled rig to use on the punk. This rig had a little more than what Jeremy got in his first slam. Jeremy watched with interest as Rick administered his second slam; the application of the tourniquet, the alcohol swab over a prominent vein, the needle stuck into the vein, the flash and the emptying of the drug into his arm. Rick told the kid, "Pull that tourniquet off and enjoy the ride while I make some phone calls." As Rick watched, Jeremy reached over and pulled off the tourniquet. The kid felt this slam even more than his first. He coughed out harder and heard a louder ringing as his eyes seemed to roll back into his head. He let out a loud, "OH FUCK!" as the drugs worked their magic on his brain. In his drugged up haze his mind was attempting to comprehend the affects his drug use would have on him. In his tweaked out mind he was becoming addicted when in reality he probably wasn't as addicted as he thought. As he lay there with Steve watching on closed circuit TV, Jeremy started to play with his sloppy, cum filled hole. Rick noticed what the drugged up teen was doing he walked over and began to use various dildos on his hole as he spoke on the phone. After a couple calls he placed the phone down and continued to work Jeremy's hole with a variety of dildos. As he stared to work in some of the larger ones he added some Special K to relax the kid's hole. Once Rick was satisfied that the K was working he removed the dildo he had inside the boy and replaced it with his fingers. The kid easily took for fingers spread apart and Rick felt that his hole was super relaxed he slipped his thumb in along side working his first inside the boy's rectum. Jeremy let out a couple moans and seemed to babble something that Rick could barely make out as, "Oh God I feel so full." Rick looked down at the drugged up boy telling him "Look up into the mirror boy." Jeremy did his best to focus when he noticed that Rick had his fist inside him. Rick told the boy,"You need to drink some more." knowing that the G in the solution would help the kid relax, possibly allowing Rick to work further inside the kid's gut. Jeremy worked on the bottle he was given as he watched Ricks arm disappear into his body. Steve watched in amazement as it took him several tries to just get Rick's fist just inside his hole. As Steve watched he heard a knock at the door. Steve knew what Rick's plan was since he had gone through it a few months back. He opened the door to see three of the guys who fucked him that first night, and he had partied with a few times after, standing at Rick's door. He welcomed them in and showed them the show on the TV. The guys couldn't wait to get down to the play room and at the drugged-up-boy. One of them asked, "How much has he had?" Steve responded saying "Well over two quarters in slams and a little more in a booty bump, a little K to relax his hole along with some G." Another guy asked, "Are you gonna tap that ass, bro?" "Nope, I've got other plans for him. You guys go and enjoy." The three guys headed down to the playroom while Steve continued to watch. When the guys got down stairs they wasted little time and stripped off their clothes. They stood around the drugged up boy as one of them recognized the boy from A4A. "Isn't this that punk that says he's open to new friends but won't talk to anyone with HIV?" Rick let them know, "Yes it is." "How did he get here?" "A friend helped set him up. He thought he was coming over for a night of safe sex, but when he submitted to me he gave up all his rights for the weekend." Rick pulled his arm from the teen's bowels as he told the kid, "Close-up that ass of your's, boy. Squeeze it closed." Jeremy worked his ass closed and he was ready to be used again. As two of the guys took turns at Jeremy's mouth, the third fucked his cum filled hole. Each man deposited two to three poz loads before they called it a night (actually Saturday morning) and went home. During this time Steve crashed on the sofa as Rick continued to invite guys over to fuck his drugged-up play thing.

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