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My latin man came back to the computer all smiles. "So what do you think? Hot right?" "That was beyond anything I thought it would be," I said truthfully. "I loved every second of it." "I thought you would," he said and laughed. "I got a really good closeup you have to check out. I seeded him deep, but let some out near the end to get a shot of the cum leaking out of his ass." "Hot. Well here's my number, maybe you can send it to me." "Alright I'll see what I can do," he said with a smirk. "I'm gonna get cleaned up. I'll hit you up later." With that he disconnected and I closed my laptop. I moved it to the bedside table and laid back too exhausted to move and soon I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning with a hard on and sleepily grabbed my dick to give it a good squeeze. It throbbed and my thoughts began rushing to the scene from last night. I pictured Joey's ass loaded with poz cum and thought of myself kneeling behind him and eating his ass, sucking the cum out. I moaned as I kept picturing the poz latino's cock sliding in and out of Joey's hole, unloading more cream in an endless cycle with me leaning in to eat his ass again and when I thought of swallowing that cum from the source my orgasm hit me with a crash as I exploded again, cum hitting my face and chest. I came to and scooped up some cum and licked it off my fingers. It tasted salty and I smiled. I wiped the rest off with my cum rag and looked over at my phone to check the time when I noticed a text. >hey stud, it's Carlos. I just watched that vid this morning and it's hot as fuck. Too long to send to you though. wanna come over later and watch it? My heart beat faster as I thought about it. I really did want to see the close up, but I didn't know about meeting the man who pozzed my boyfriend. I left the message unanswered as I got up to shower. It couldn't hurt to meet him, it's not like he was going to stealth me like he did Joey when I knew he was poz. I worked up the courage to text him back saying I was free all day and he responded with his address telling me to meet him in around 2. I also saw a message from Joey saying he wanted to have lunch together, but I told him I was having lunch with a friend. Two could play shady. I spent the rest of the morning grooming and cleaning the bed sheets and was on my way over to meet Carlos in person so quickly I was there by 1:30. He answered his door in the same boxer briefs I saw last night looking hotter than he did on screen. "Hey there stud," he greeted me and moved aside for me to walk in. He moved in for a peck on the lips and I didn't hesitate to reciprocate. "Nice to meet you," I said awkwardly. I had no idea why I was so nervous. We sat down on his couch in front of his laptop. "Great to meet you. Man, I saved up a lot of cum before yesterday and was looking to unload when you told me about your boyfriend. I know I came a lot. I used a lot of lube hoping he would think that was it." He was leaning back on the couch and rubbed his crotch when he said that and my eyes went down to his briefs. "You gotta see this," he said and woke up the screen on his laptop where the video was loaded. He must have had a good camera on his phone because the clarity was great. It started with his dick already in Joey. He pulled out and I saw the condom and watched as his hand pulled on the latex briefly before his head burst through in all its glory. "Get comfy," he said pulling on my shirt and I peeled it off getting off my pants in the process. I wasn't wearing any underwear and sat my bare ass down on his couch. He lifted himself off the couch to whip off those briefs and my eyes caught his uncut dick flopping out, already hard with the skin still bunched at the head. He moved a little closer to me so our legs were touching and leaned back again. I took that as a cue to sit back and relax, too. We watched as he fucked Joey with a frenzy. I stroked my dick and looked over at Carlos's body and cock, his hand stroking the shaft, his skin loosening a bit to let the head peak through before getting covered again. I felt Carlos's hand touch my leg and drift over to my cock, giving it again few tugs before moving to grab my hand and pulling it over to his body. I stroked his furry chest and moved my hand down to his cock, mimicking his hand motions, with a thumb brushing his tip and swirling. His hand went back to my own uncut cock and did the same thing. Our eyes went back to the screen as his thrusts got slower and deeper. We watched as his cock pulled out, the broken condom bunched up at the base of his cock. I moaned when I saw his cum leaking from Joey's bottom and both our hand motions got quicker as we watched him scoop that leaking cum back to Joey's hole with his dick and pushing it back in. There were a few more thrusts and the video was over. I looked over at Carlos and said breathily, "Damn that was hotter than I could have imagined." He had a seductive look in his eye and pursed his lips slightly, making them more plump. "I know, it got me real horny." My hand was still stroking his cock and I had very brief thoughts about stopping, but they quickly evaporated under his touch. I moved in closer and we kissed, his tongue meeting mine in glorious harmony. His hand moved off my cock and up my body to touch me while my hands did the same. He positioned himself to lay on the couch and I leaned over him, moving from his lips to his neck, then up to his ear where I felt him shudder as my teeth slightly nibbled while I sucked and licked like crazy, our hard cocks grinding into each other's bodies. He moved his hands to my shoulders and I moved down to work on his nipple, biting lightly and suckling. He raised his arm to make room for my head and my nose caught his scent. It drove me wild and I moved my nose in to take deep whiffs, my tongue reaching out to taste his salty sweat. He moaned in pleasure as I took my time, switching to the other pit when I had made sure I got as much as I could. I moved down further along his sexy body and passed his dick, kissing and licking his thighs and his balls, which were also salty before grabbing his cock. I could smell his ripeness and it drove me wild. I had never tasted someone so natural. I pulled his skin down his rock hard cock and didn't stop to admire, opting just to lick all around the head with my tongue. It was tart, like nothing I had ever tasted before. My tongue tasted every inch of him before I moved to swallow him. I took him all the way to the back of my throat where he began thrusting to get in deeper. I relaxed my throat and sure enough he broke through. He grabbed my head and held it, slamming his dick in and out. I gagged and he pushed all the way in and held it there as my body convulsed trying to get air. He released me before I could lose consciousness and I pulled off gasping for air. I looked in his eyes and saw a burning desire. When I caught my breath and went back on his cock, I was more prepared as he continued mercilessly for a moment. He was short on breath but managed to choke out a warning that he was cumming. I thought about backing off, but his arms were now wrapped around the back of my head and his thighs were pressing on the sides of my head as his cock slid down my throat. If I pushed off him, I might stop him but I gave in quickly wanting the pleasure of swallowing his cum. He unloaded the first few shots down my throat, buy pulled out a bit to finish right on my tongue so I could get a taste. My own orgasm came with that taste, splashing the couch and my leg. I kept nursing his cock for and bit before letting it go and sitting back up. "Wow, you're good," he praised. "Seriously the best head I've ever gotten." I couldn't help smiling and then laughing. We sat there for a bit catching our breath. "Sorry about the couch," I said. "Don't worry, it happens. Wanna shower?" We both climbed in his shower and began soaping each other up. His hands roamed my body as we kissed some more, and I felt his hand work my crack and felt him work a finger in my hole. He fingered me for a minute while we kissed and he pulled out, moving on to cleaning me again. When we got dried and I dressed, he put the same briefs on and went back to the living room. He moved back in to kiss me and I couldn't help kissing back. "Well, I hope I'll see you again soon," he said. His eyes showed sincerity and I smiled. "Yeah, that would definitely be fun." "Let me know how things go with that boy of yours, especially if he gets the flu" My thoughts drifted to Joey and I smiled. "I will definitely let you know what happens." With that I kissed him again a few more times and he let me out. I drove home, thinking that the deed was done, wondering where to go from here.

Chapter XIV Steve fucked me a couple more times Sunday, but most of the day was spent watching tv and then going out to eat and then to a movie. Now Monday morning had come again and off to work again. This time I was better rested and not worrying about things so much and it went so much better. Things really clicked and I found all my things from the past week were even caught up today. Very productive and made the day go by quickly. Soon it was time for everyone to clock out and head home, but I lingered to make notes and plan the next day's work load and before I knew it, the phone was ringing. I answered it to find Steve calling to find out what was taking me so long. I had not noticed that it had become after 8 when quitting time had been 5. He was worried and had wanted some help with an old problem. I told him I would be right there and immediately got things closed up and out the door I went. In barely 10 minutes since he had called I was at the motel and finding out what he had wanted done. While I was at work, Steve had went back to the baths. He had played a little there but just as he was getting ready to leave he saw a guy come in he had been looking for for quite a while. Seems the guy and several buddies had jumped him when they found out he was poz and beat the hell out of him even though he had never touched any of them before. He had found out that this guy was the leader and loved being fucked BB but didn't want poz and got buddies to beat up on and chase away anyone they found out was poz. Steve wanted to know if I would help him get him back big time. He told me he also knew that once that guy got a cock in him he wanted more and more and could not stop. I saw where this was going in a hurry and agreed. We then headed to the baths again hoping he would still be there. On the way there Steve described the guy for me as he didn't want the guy to see him before our plan got into action. We got a room and Steve immediately stayed there while I went looking for our mark. It didn't take long before I found him, on his knees sucking a cock in the common area. I was sure it was him as Steve had described a tattoo the guy had on his arm and his sure matched. I got behind him as he sucked the cock he had been working on and started to play with his hole. He quit sucking and turned towards me. He was checking me out and told me he had never seen me here before. I told him it was my first time. My wife was out of town and I just wanted to try doing a guy's ass and see what it was like. When I mentioned I was married that seemed to relieve him and he went back to sucking the other guy. I started to play with his ass again and getting some lube out I soon had a couple of fingers in his hole. He was loving it and could hardly keep his ass still at all. He finished the other guy off and, licking his lips, turned back to me and wanted to know if I had a room or wanted to go to his. I told him it was up to him. He said lets go to mine, so we headed towards it. We had basically got a room at the end of the hallway, so as we were headed to his room we went by ours. I pretended to slip on something and knocked on our door. Steve then opened it a crack to watch where our mark and I were headed. We got to the room and I found out he liked to keep the lights off and only light from tv showing porn. It didn't take long to get him lubed up and my cock buried in his hole deep. We had also left the door opened just a crack and I turned my head once and could see Steve with a big grin on his face watching us. I plowed good but knew it would be kind of fast knowing what else was coming. The mark was into it in no time though and moaning his pleasure at getting reamed. I came in about 5 minutes is all though and he was begging for more. As he did, Steve, opened the door and got in fast and closed it to keep it pretty dark. The mark asked who it was and I told him it was a buddy of mine from work that was just like me wanting to try m2m. He told me he sure needed some more for sure. It only took Steve a minute to have his huge monster lined up and driving it in. The guy about went nuts, saying it was too big, but Steve just buried it all the way in anyway and held for a bit. Then he started to plow as hard as he could and I knew from experience that the guys ass was going to tear and bleed and Steve's DNA would soon be in him. Steve pounded the guy who was howling some in pain but soon turned to moans of pleasure. This went on for a good 15 minutes and then I heard Steve tell the guy he was coming and filling him up good. The guy almost yelled yes I am coming too. Steve ground his cock in for a bit and then pulled out with the guy saying he needed some more. We just headed for the door. As I opened the door the guy was sitting up and the light was good enough then he could see us from the read leaving. I heard him gasp and turned to see him pointing at Steve's rear. He was gasping out that he was looking at a biohazard tat. Steve then turned and looked at the guy. The mark recognized him then and his mouth dropped open and he could not speak. Steve just told him, hey, pay backs are a bitch aren't they, and we then left and went back to our motel. Sorry guys was having problems again and it posted the same damn thing several times by the time I got it to work.

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……….”

Got a message from a German Turkish top today. He was in the area for just one night on business. Stocky hairy guy with big dick (21cm x 7cm, that's about 8.2 x 3). Plowed me me for 20 minutes and shot a big load in my ass. Squeezed out another one in my mouth afterwards sucking him back to life :-)

I just went back to the gym, after years of neglect. This is what I wear there. Got me a few interested stares, but no takers so far....

Part 9 Eric and Shaun swapped places and Shaun had Bobby clean his cock as Eric fingered the boy. Shaun held Bobby's head because he knew Bobby would like it and he told Eric how much Bobby wanted to be held so Eric put his arm around Bobby and squeezed him tight as he fingered him. Shaun asked Bobby if he was happy being held by his two men and Bobby went into another orgasm which answered the question. His cock started to get hard so he slowly fucked his little brother's throat and held his head as he told Eric all that he learned about Bobby. Eric listened and then teased Bobby about his wanting to be seduced, chemmed and pozzed. Bobby purred like a kitten in response. Eric sent Shaun to get cleaned up and get the place ready as he talked to Bobby and decided what the future would be. Since Bobby liked being the innocent boy Eric told him that he was to be their little boy and he put Bobby's thumb into his mouth and told him that Shaun and he would be his new parents and would hold and love him, Bobby again went into his orgasmic convulsions but didn't cum as his cock had already gone dry. Eric told him that he looked like a real boy since he couldn't cum and told him he was never ever to jerk off again and certainly would never top. If Bobby touched himself then he'd be put in chastity. Eric told him that on his birthday he wanted Bobby to be fucked by 21 guys, one for each year. Bobby assumed that meant tomorrow and didn't know that tonight at midnight it would happen. Seeing how Bobby knew and wanted to be corrupted Eric told him that he'd find some nice babysitters to watch him and he better be a good boy or he'd tell the babysitters they could spank him. Eric decided he'd keep Bobby spun all night but not completely twisted and set up a pipe and gave it to Bobby. As Bobby smoked Eric told him that even though he was nearly a 21 year old man that he was to emotionally and in his behavior become a little boy in his head. He should always suck his thumb at home when he didn't have a cock or pipe in it. As a little boy you'll do what your Daddy or big brother say even if you're scared Eric told him and saw the boy's eyes show he was high again and he had Bobby get on the floor on his knees and told Bobby to be a good boy and drink as he started pissing down the boy's throat. Bobby was rubbing his hole with his thumb as he drank his Daddy's piss and Eric told him that when he wasn't sucking his thumb he should put it in his boypussy. Bobby loved being used but didn't like the taste but told himself that there were probably more things Eric or Shaun wanted that he wouldn't like but he knew he could do it because he wanted to be their boy. Eric knew they'd all have fun together and wanted to spend a few minutes with Shaun so he sent Bobby to the shower and told him not to come out until every hair except his head, eyebrows and eyelashes was gone. Bobby walked to the bathroom and Eric saw he was again sucking his thumb and hoped one day soon to find the boy doing so in his sleep. Shaun was setting up the bar as Eric walked up behind him and put his right arm around him as he held out the pipe in his left and told Shaun to keep smoking until it was done. As Shaun smoked Eric told him he loved him and how much fun they were going to have with Bobby. Eric told him he was a man and his lover but Bobby was their boy and he'd love him too but Shaun was his number one. Eric knew over the next few weeks and maybe longer he'd spend a lot of time with Bobby and wanted Shaun to feel secure. By the time Shaun set the pipe down Eric was ready and pushed him against the wall and pushed down his shorts and smiled as he slid into Shaun's ass as he knew he would be prelubed. Eric stroked Shaun as he fucked him and told him he was never to stroke Bobby. Eric came quickly and after having Shaun clean his cock he dropped to his knees and blew Shaun. Shaun was so excited that he shoot off quickly and then Eric stood up and kissed Shaun and shared his load with him. Eric filled in Shaun on the plans for the night then went and got his party supplies ready as Shaun finished setting up for the party. Bobby shaved his body and found he liked the smooth look and knew he'd never look like a man all shaved and smiled because he was a happy boy. He was about to piss in the shower as he always did but instead he laid down and pissed towards his face and got some in his mouth and swallowed it but wished it was Eric's. After drying off he walked to his room naked and saw Shaun sitting there with a pile of clothes. Shaun dressed his little brother just as he did when they were younger. Bobby loved the attention his brother made to the little details. He put him in tight white boys briefs and when Bobby saw himself in the mirror sucking his thumb and wearing just a white T-shirt tucked into the white briefs he got excited and as Shaun brought a polo shirt he saw the boy cock was chubby and growing and actually looked massive in the size 14 briefs he stopped and rubbed Bobby's crotch making the boy moan. He then told his brother to lift his arms and put the shirt on him and then whispered into his ear that he needed to learn to ignore his cock and only think of other men's cocks and his boypussy. Bobby for the first time realized that his cock wasn't going to give him pleasure and asked if it was ok to hurt it and Shaun said he was sure they could do that. Just as Shaun picked some tight jeans Eric came in and gave him a butt plug and said he wanted Bobby's boypussy plugged all the time. The plug wasn't big but had a real thin neck making it comfortable for longtime use. Shaun had Bobby pull his briefs down to his thighs and then bent him over the bed and told Bobby to lick the plug and Shaun licked his hole. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to eat his brother all day and regretted not doing it years ago. Eric passed Shaun a shard and said that should keep his pussy hungry for a while and said he needed to leave the room before he mounts the boy again. Bobby enjoyed knowing that Eric wanted him. Shaun pushed the shard in then the plug and had Bobby stand and pulled up his briefs. After the jeans went on Bobby started wiggling his ass showing the bump was working. Between his tight jeans, bubble butt and his wiggling Shaun thought he looked like a walking advertisement for legalizing raping boys. Shaun smiled and thought the guys tonight were going to love his little brother and he got his worn Yankees cap and placed it on Bobby and told him to stay in his room until he or Eric got him. When Shaun found Eric in the kitchen he told him Bobby was dressed but he had him wait in his room. If I stayed near him for another minute I was gonna rip his clothes off and fuck him again. Eric was amazed at how much Bobby brought out the top in Shaun and decided to remind him that like Bobby he was a sub for Eric and he told Shaun to pull both of their pants down. He spun Shaun around and bent him over and spit on his hole then he pushed a shard in and two fingers pushed it deep, then he had Shaun pull up his pants and get back on his knees and suck Eric's black tool. Eric told Shaun that he could fuck Bobby tonight in front of everyone but otherwise he too was going to be a cumdump. Tonight both of you will be knocked up and then bobby's pussy will become a hole for all of our friends but your pussy is for me only. But since he knew how hungry Shaun could get he wanted the two brothers to use double headed dildos together often and maybe even tonight they could put on a show. Eric didn't cum as he wanted to save it for later but he spit in Shaun's mouth just before the first guest arrived. As Shaun went to the door Eric went to get Bobby but first grabbed a pipe. Bobby was lying on his bed and looked so young and innocent he made Eric hard again instantly. As he rubbed his crotch he saw Bobby stare at it and asked the boy if he had rubbed his own but Bobby told him he didn't and he loved wiggling his butt with the plug in it. Eric told Bobby to sit up and handed him the pipe and told him to use it. Once Bobby had taken two hits Eric took the pipe away and said that's enough for now and that the first guest arrived. They walked hand in hand to join Shaun and their guest.

I miss the travel groups. I love the forum, and some of you sort of feel like friends even if we've never met (yet), and am friends with you on Facebook as well, but as I travel a lot it would be okay to have the travel groups to ask for suggestions for places to visit, good experiences/bad experiences etc.

I'm a copper, married, dont often get to play - but when I do I love submitting and getting really slutty, which of course includes me giving up my holes to bareback cum loads.

Had a date last night with a regular, as soon as I was cleaned out, headed to his place. Lean solid black man with about 9 thick inches, lubed me up with some vaseline then placed ky on his dick and pushed in as I lay on my back with my legs on his shoulders. Deep dicked me to the second ring. Switched positions and eventually I was on my stomach with him above me. I reached back and pinched his nipples while he pumped till he came deep inside my ass. After a minute, he pulled out and I sucked the dripping leftovers out of his dick. He fingered my wet hole making squishy sounds till it was time for me to leave.

Just got topped by a Latino otter. Uncut "average girth and length but he was very sensual with his fucking. I opened the door in my papi pride jock and after helping his uncut semi get fully erect, he topped me and seeded me with his three week load. Oh it feels so good. Currently sitting here with his babies in my pussy as I type this. We will repeat this session. Who knows, he may even become my boyfriend.

This is complete and total fiction. I have no idea what the real sexuality or status of Zac Efron is. I just really wanted to write this story because of how hot the idea of a young hot celebrity getting pozzed is. It is my first story here and my first post, I hope you all enjoy. Zac Efron was hard. His fat cock dripped pre cum in his hand as he rubbed the shiny knob back and forth. In his head was an image of the boys of One Direction bending at the waist and presenting him their five hot, young holes. Each one was lubed up and had their legs and cheeks spread, boy holes ready and willing for Zac to lick and suck, finger and fuck. Back and forth rubbed his hand as his imagination sunk more and more in to depravity. In his mind the boys were busy fingering each other, using more and more lube until they were happily fisting themselves in an orgy of young twink celebrities. It was very naughty of Zac to be doing what he was doing. He wasn’t at home, or even in real privacy. He was in the living room of some muscular hunk he’d met, Henry. Henry was over 6feet tall, and was so muscular. He must have worked out every day to have such huge arms and pecs. Zac had six pack abs himself, but Henry was rocking eight. He knew it was risky for him as the All American straight boy celebrity, but he just couldn’t say no to a tall muscle hunk. They’d met at a party of a mutual friend, and then gone on to hit some more bars, with Zac getting far too drunk, so Henry had bought him home and dumped him on the sofa. Henry was feeling positive for the first time in weeks. So many sluts he’d brought home recently had run away once they knew he was poz. Fucking silly bitches had no idea what they were missing out not allowing him to set them free. Rising from his bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror he had set up in his bedroom. His tanned skin was pulled tight over his hard abs and large pecs. Stubble graced his chin where he hadn’t shaved and his black boxer bulged at front and back as they struggled to hold in his thick uncircumcised cock and muscular arse. He knew he was fit, that was why he was bisexual. No point in confining himself to just one sex. Especially when he had so much to give, his own special gift that he liked to pass around to everyone he slept with. Casually scratching at his heavy, toxic balls, he left his bedroom and headed downstairs. Zac was miles away. His casual rub through the sleeping bag had become a full on sexual wank. His hand was inside his briefs and was rubbing his cock over and over. His other hand was down, still inside his briefs, but under his balls and rubbing at his arse. As far as Zac knew, he was the only one awake, if Henry came down, he could quickly hide himself. Right now though, the only person he cared about coming was himself. Henry crept slowly down the stairs. His head still hurt if he moved too fast, plus he was considerate and didn’t want to wake Zac if he was still asleep. As Henry reached the bottom of the stairs, he was shocked to find the thin, younger celebrity lying back on the sofa, running his hands around inside his briefs, and, most shocking of all, was clearly fingering his butthole. Henry felt like Christmas had come early. Here was a fucking fit young lad, on his sofa, clearly jerking off and loving the feeling of having his finger buried deep in his young bum. Henry descended the rest of the stairs and coughed as he reached the bottom. Zac had been caught. Here was Henry, standing a few feet away from him, and here he was on a sofa with his hands in his briefs, clearly aroused. Two choices ran through Zac’s head: 1) Hide himself and laugh it off or 2) Draw his hands out of his briefs and invite Henry to replace them. Fuck it, he knew he shouldn’t, but Number Two it was. Zac slowly slid his hands out of his briefs and worked them over the thin, tight body. He ran them over his pale abs and over his pecs, tweaking at his nipples. He left one hand there, while he moved the other, the hand that had been playing with his arse, to his mouth and slowly started to suck on his fingers. “You just going to stand there man,” Zac called to Henry, “Or are you going to come and give me a hand?” Henry replied “You only want a hand?” “I’ll take everything you have,” said Zac as he tweaked his nipple and let a soft moan leave his lips. Henry smirked to himself, wondering just how much Zac knew he was going to get. Henry walked forward slowly. He massaged his bulging black boxers as he did so and his cock was growing to full hardness. This was awesome. What more could he have wanted than this obvious cock slut being in front of him? As Henry reached the sofa he reached down and pulled Zac to his feet, mashing their lips together, sliding his tongue out and in to Zac’s mouth. Zac returned the kiss and the two guys swapped spit as they mashed their hard cocks together in their underwear. The black of Henry’s boxers bulged obscenely and were a marked contrast to the white of the briefs which contained Zac’s hardness. Henry grabbed at Zac’s brief clad arse and ground himself into the hard cock that he could feel through the thin cotton of the briefs and his own boxers. The bulges rubbed together and both lads groaned into the mouth of the other as they continued to kiss. Henry pulled back from the kiss and spit in to Zac’s mouth. Zac, slut boy that he is, swallowed and begged for more. Henry couldn’t help but comply. Zac moved his hands to Henry’s chest and started to rub and pull at Henry’s nipples and hard, built pecs. He pulled back from Henry’s kissing and moved his head down to the right nipple. He took the erect nub into his mouth and slowly started to suck, while using his tongue to tease the end. So engrossed in sucking the tit, Zac didn’t even notice the black biohazard tattoo that surrounded the nipple, and even if he had, the dumb young celebrity didn’t have a clue what it meant. Henry loved this. He loved having a guy appreciate his chest. He spent ages working out every day to make sure that his body looked in pristine condition. “You like my muscles Zac?” Henry asked, as Zac continued to lick and suck away. Zac released the nipple, smiled up at Henry with a cheeky grin and replied “Too fucking right.” “Here you go then, lick away,” Henry said as he flexed his muscles. Zac licked away at the tensing chest muscles, licking up into an armpit and down to a bulging bicep. He loved that this muscular guy was letting him have his way and lick, suck and explore whatever he wanted. His cock was rock hard in his briefs and he was in serious danger of spunking himself without even touching his dick. Henry was loving the silky feeling of a hot tongue moving over his body. It felt good on his nipples, good in his armpit, good on his bicep and he knew it was going to feel damn good when he got it on his cock. Pushing on Zac’s head, he forced the younger man to his knees and thrust his bulged boxers into Zac’s face. Zac immediately continued to lick and suck away, through the boxer shorts that confined the cock in front of him. Zac raised his hands and pulled the boxers down Henry’s thighs. Henry’s hard cocked slapped up onto his hard stomach. It was uncircumcised and when Zac pulled the skin back, revealed a lovely purply pink knob. The heavy knob head leaked precum, which ran down in copious amounts. Zac had never seen such a lovely cock; in fact he hadn’t even seen an uncircumcised cock before. Now here was one in front of him, and it was leaking more precum than he had ever seen a cock leak. It was literally like a leaky tap with the amount of clear liquid that was dripping from the end. Zac ran his tongue up and down the sides of the cock, tasting Henry’s skin. The precum that he could taste tasted different to the precum of the lads he’d sucked in the past. It had a slightly tangier taste, but it was a taste that was unmistakably male and unmistakably hot. What Zac didn’t know was that he was licking up toxic poz precum, taking in to his mouth the hot DNA of an infected muscle stud in heat. The length was close to 10inches, it had to be as Zac could hardly get it down his throat. He knew he could take 8inches, but this was a struggle. The knob was thick and it pushed at the sides of his throat as he tried to deepthroat it down to the balls. As he tried to do this, he slipped his hands up Henry’s legs and played with his balls, tickling them gently with his fingertips. Henry looked down and loved the sight of the struggling younger man trying to please him by sucking his hard poz cock. He believed that effort deserved reward, so he pulled Zac off his cock, pulled him up, kissed him hard so as to taste his own precum and then pushed Zac back on to the sofa. Henry dropped to his knees before the hot ripped young guy and buried his face into the briefs in front of him. He could smell that it was likely not the first time that the briefs had been worn, but this just turned him on more. He sucked at the knob that he could taste through the briefs before pulling them down and engulfing Zac’s dick to the root in one go; his nose was tickled by Zac’s pubes and his large square jaw rested on Zac’s full balls. Henry moved his head up and down the cock, using his tongue to work the sides and the knob, sucking up the sparse in comparison precum and slowly moving his hands in circles over Zac’s young arse globes. He spread his fingers and moved them closer and closer the crack and to the hole he knew he would find there. Sticking the middle finger from each of his hands into the crack, he located the hole and, without warning, simply pressed them both in to the hole. He knew he needed to be a bit rough in order to make sure that his poz load, clearly heading up this hole later, would take. Zac groaned and shot spunk down Henry’s throat. He was awestruck by how quickly he had cum; shooting his cream from just having some fingers shoved in to his arse. He couldn’t believe that, but it felt so good. Henry loved the taste of the neg cum on his tongue, but he had other plans for it. Pulling off Zac’s cock, he stood up and grabbed Zac’s ankles, lifting his legs. He then dropped back to his knees, but placed Zac’s legs over his shoulders. This allowed him to see clearly Zac’s tight pucker. Henry spat the spunk he had just received from Zac’s cock on to Zac’s arsehole. “I only do this bareback, no condoms in this house,” stated Henry as he scratched at Zac’s hole with his finger nails, “is that ok?” Zac didn’t even hear what Henry was saying, all he could see was the towering mountain of muscle, the thick arms, huge pecs, rippling abs and huge cock. He nodded his head and told Henry to fuck him as hard as he could. Henry smiled; he had a fucking cum slut here and one that clearly didn’t mind taking a charged load. His tattoo was big and obvious, Zac must have seen it and yet he was still agreeing to go bare. Henry snickered to himself. Who knew Zac Efron was a little chaser bitch? He stood up and thrust his long bare poz dick in to the hole, using the cum as lube, nothing else lube but Zac’s neg cum and dripping sweat. Henry planned to rip that hole up. Zac felt like he was being split in two, but the feeling that he had got from just Henry’s finger were multiplied as he felt the thick uncircumcised knob rub over his prostate again and again. He moaned and groaned about on the sofa, aware that he was making a lot of noise but not caring because he was embracing the fact that he was a true born cock slut. He loved the feeling of cock in his mouth or up his arse. He wanted to do this all the time. Forget girls, it was all about cock for Zac from now on. He never wanted Henry to cum as that thick cock felt so good up his tight hole. He started to flex his anal muscles and squeeze down on Henry, raising his arse to meet the thrusts into it. “Harder......please......fuck me harder,” groaned out Zac as his prostate took another hit. Henry started to really thrust in and out. He was battering the arse on his cock and was loving every minute. It felt so good to just be able to let loose and just fuck. Nothing felt better than to just pound away at some tight man arse. It was always tighter than pussy and guys who limited themselves were just missing out. He looked down at Zac squirming below him. He could see how much Zac was enjoying it from the way he was breathing and moaning; his body thrashing about and clearly loving the cock that was literally rabbit pounding his prostate. “You love my cock up you don’t you Zac?” Asked Henry as he ground in against the boy’s prostate. “Fuck, yes, uhgn, Zac grunted back, “harder, please.” “Yeah, you like my poz cock up you, you want this fucking hot toxic load deep in you,” grunted Henry, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in. “Wait…..what?” Zac asked, “What do you mean poz, do you have HIV?” The panic in his voice was palpable, the silly celebrity cock whore suddenly connecting the dots over the biohazard tattoo. Henry laughed, could Zac really not have known? Was he really lucky enough to be fucking such a hot little naïve cunt? Could he really not know what the tattoo meant? That just turned him on more and he started to really hammer the tight hole stretched obscenely round his huge cock. His muscles flexing, veins popping and sweat dripping he looked down at Zac Efron beneath him: “You bet I’’ve got HIV and when I’m done with you, so will you. Gonna set you free slut, gonna make it so you can take loads all the time…or would you rather I stop?” As he said this, Henry stopped thrusting and just held himself, his cock balanced at Zac’s hole, the head pressed in and the hole popping, but nothing but the knob inside. Henry could clearly see him cock was smeared with blood and some brown ass juice and it was taking all his self-control not to just plough Efron and poz him up regardless of what he wanted. Zac was scared, he didn’t want HIV….did he? If he was poz, he could get fucked at any time and not worry about anything, and this huge cock felt so good, did he really not want to finish the fuck? Possibly because of the leftover booze in his system or possibly just because he was a born slut, Zac Efron, celebrity heartthrob and wank fantasy to millions looked up at the muscle daddy fucking him and said three little words…”Poz me up.” That was all Henry needed, he started to pound harder and harder, telling little Zac just how much he was going to enjoy being poz, how being free was the best gift in the world and how, if the load took, he’d be able to share his strain with plenty of other young celebrities. Zac kept up with the dirty talk his end, begging the big stud to breed him, to make him a dirty poz whore. In his mind, his imagination flipped back to the boys of One Direction and how hot it would be to make his way through them, pozzing each one of them just like he was being pozed now. This made his cock extremely hard and had him begging Henry to fill him with a toxic load. Henry reached down and grabbed Zac’s cock. He jerked it no more than five times before Zac shot spunk high in to the air. As his arse tightened and clenched around the invader thrusting in to it, Henry came hard, spurting his dirty poz spunk deep into Zac’s bruised and torn colon. “Take my dirty AIDS load you bitch, pozzing you up good now, take it, take my cum,” screamed Henry as he shot load after load in to the battered celebrity hole. As the two men collapsed on to each other, Zac’s spunk sticking them together, they kissed and licked sweat from each other’s bodies, Henry keeping his fat cock stuffed in the boy’s hole, slowly humping from time to time, just to shake up the poz cum that was being absorbed by Zac Efron’s anal walls. As the two drifted off to sleep; each dreaming of who else they could bring over to introduce to their new activities, Zac was so happy and relaxed, he began to piss himself, spraying Henry and his own body with his yellow liquid. This just got Henry hard again and without a word he started fucking the boy again. Zac smiled, knowing a second load would increase the chances of him becoming the poz whore he now wanted to be.

I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

Adam had just turned eighteen a few days before, but he knew he looked younger and that might be a problem. He pushed his long blond bangs out of his eyes and looked across the street at the door and the neon sign above it. The Edge’s sign flashed blue at a regular pace. He’d wanted to come to the bathhouse since he first learned of it when he was sixteen. Now he was legal and he wanted to go in, but was kind of scared of what actually went on inside. He seen all sorts of men go in during the fifteen minutes he had watched the door. He took a deep breath and walked across the street. Adam opened the door and was confronted by a heavy set man behind a security window. “One please,” he asked nervously handing the man a twenty. “ID kid,” the man asked looking hard at Adam. Adam handed him his driver’s license and waited. “Shit kid, you look sixteen if a day. You’re gonna be really popular tonight,” he chuckled handing Adam a towel, and a lock with a key on a wrist band. “No clothes allowed kid, only towels, ‘k?” "Sure,” Adam said beginning to get second thoughts about walking around with only a towel on for several hours. Before the man behind the glass buzzed Adam into the bathhouse another man entered. He was a good six foot tall, and a rock solid 285 lbs. His dark brown curly hair was cut short. The beginnings of a five o’clock shadow made him seem even more masculine that he already was. A hefty budge in his jeans only added to this image. Adam could feel himself start to get hard, as he stared at the man in awe. This was a man’s man without a doubt. Adam felt his six inches start to ooze pre-cum. “Dean you old dog, how the hell have you been? Long time no see.” “Not bad Jack, business has had me doing a lot of traveling the last few months putting out fires for the company. I’ve finally got some time off and looking to release some tension if you know what I mean.” He chuckled as he grabbed his crotch. “You want a room like usual?” “Sure, which one do you have available?” “How about 18?” the man grinned as he nodded towards Adam? “Lucky 18, always good for some fun,” he said looking at Adam. “Pig sling room booked yet tonight?” “Nah, want it?” “Yeah, let me have it too. I think I’ll have something to fill it before the night is over,” Dean said with a smirk. Jack buzzed the two men into the bath house. He was glad the bath had video cameras hidden all over the place. He was looking forward to seeing Dean pound the hell out of the hot looking eighteen year old twink. Jack knew the boy was in for the ride of his life tonight and when the twink left he would be a changed man in more ways than one. Adam didn’t know what to expect when he walked through the steel door into the bathhouse. The long hall way was dark with a dim light at the far end. He felt the large man come up next to him. “First time here?” Dean asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I just turned eighteen a few days ago and wanted to see what it was like,” Adam said shyly. “Well, welcome to The Edge. I’m Dean,” he said extending his hand to the young twink he was looking forward to breeding. “Adam,” said the boy taking the man’s hand. “Don’t worry guy, I’ll be happy to show you around here. I know it can be a little intimidating the first few times, but once you’re used to it can be a lot of fun. Here let me walk you to your locker and you can put your stuff away and get changed,” Dean said being friendly. “It’s just like a gym locker room at school. Afterwards I’ll meet you back here in a few and we can walk around together. I have a room, so if you feel like the whole thing is a little much we can go back there until you’re ready to explore some more.” Dean walked off leaving Adam to change and put all his clothes in his locker. This felt a whole lot different to Adam, than changing in the locker room at school. There everyone generally tried to avoid looking at everyone’s junk, but here all the men were actively trying to make sure everyone saw it or were busy looking at other guys’ cocks and asses. Most of the men in and around the locker room and sauna were either hard or semi-hard. Adam was surprised there were so many different types of men here. Some were heavy-set and hairy, others almost skeleton thin, still others were built gym-rats. Surprisingly there as a fairly large amount of the men there were much older men, but many though were just average looking middle aged men. Adam was in the minority in that there seemed to be few young twinks and most of them seemed more interested servicing the older men rather than someone like him. There was a pretty good mixture of Afro-American, white and Hispanic men. Some of the much older men would wrap their towels around them tightly so you see their dicks like hard mounds under their towels. Others in better shape just threw their towels over their shoulders, so you could see their dicks pointing straight out or swinging like thick pieces of sausages between their legs. The men grinned and smiled at Adam as he took all his clothes off. More than once did the young twink catch some of the men stroking their dicks as they looked and his dick and ass. He felt like a piece of meat a pack of starving dogs was preparing to devour. Adam tried to wrap his towel completely around him but it was too small to stay wrapped completely closed. He was forced to hold the ends together with one hand. In the other hand he had a small baggie with rubbers in it. The most sexually Adam had managed to do in high school so far was jack off with a couple friends when they had been drunk after a few parties. Adam came close once to sucking off a band member during a football game in the fall under the bleachers, but in the end they both chickened out for fear of getting caught. The incident had left him hot and bothered for days and weeks afterwards. They would pass one another in the hallways, but were afraid to do anything. Adam didn’t want to graduate from high school in June still a virgin. Sure, this wasn’t the most romantic place to do it, but here were men, not boys, who would make sure he learned something about sex. He didn’t want to look foolish in bed with the first guy he slept with at college. So here he was, willing to lose his virginity here and hopefully would get to fuck a guy as well. That way he would 'know his way around a man in bed' so to speak. If he was lucky Dean, who was the hottest guy there, would be willing to do him. Dean returned a few minutes later dressed only in a towel and carrying a small bottle in his hand along with a pack of cigarettes. He was fully hard at the thought of breeding Adams tight eighteen year old ass. He figured the boy may have been fucked by some of his school mates, but never had a man up there yet. He wanted to make sure he changed that for Adam and be the first charged load of many before the night was over up his tight little twink neg ass. Dean knew the boy was a bit tense, but once he got the 1st hit of Tina in Adam that would all change. He hoped he might even be able to slam the boy making him a total slut begging for dick, and then put him in the pig sling room to make sure the boy left here pozzed up after being gangbanged all night. He loved stealthing young twinks where ever he went. He’d been stealthed at sixteen by someone else and figured it was only fair to share the gift with as many men as possible. Since he was constantly moving and taking trips for his job, Dean was able spread his gift world-wide to as many men as he could. Dean thought Adam looked so pure and angelic with his longish light blond hair, smooth pale skin and cute perky coral colored dime-sized nipples. He stood at about 5’6”, and 120 lbs. with bright blue eyes and Dean guessed he had a six inch average sized cock, uncut as Dean would discover. Though he didn’t play any sports, Adam stayed toned by skateboarding, which made him very desirable in the bathhouse as a fuck toy to be used and bred. “Let me give you a tour and then we can chill on patio for a bit,” Dean said admiring the sexy eighteen year old who would soon be getting his gift. Dean walked Adam around the bathhouse showing him the TV room, exercise machines, video room, glory holes, maze, showers and steam room. He could tell the men were jealous of him walking around with this hot twink. But in the end they would thank him when all of them had the chance to slide in the boy’s hot lil’ cunt and breed him. Otherwise only one man would be lucky enough to tap it and judging from the boy carrying a bag of rubbers would have to fuck him covered. Adam and Dean walked out on the dark patio and found a table in the back behind some tall ferns where they couldn’t be seen too well by others. Adam found Dean easy to talk to and soon found himself talking about the first hand job with his best friend. He later joined various other friends in beating off to porn videos and magazines. His best friend thinking it was too gay made them stop jerking off together and made a big effort in publicly getting a blow job from a well-known slut of a cheerleader. Going online and reading stories and watching videos was all in the end Adam had left to relive his needs. Finally now that he was eighteen he wanted to lose his cherry to an older more experienced man. Dean smiled to himself; this was going to be even more fun that he thought. He was going to get to take the twink’s cherry and poz him all at the same time. Dean realized Adam was interested in him because the teen kept adjusting his hard-on under the skimpy towel Jack had purposely given the teen. Soon once the eighteen year old was fucked up; Dean would have him walking around with the towel wrapped around his neck and not his waist. He wanted all the men in the bathhouse to see what they were going to get a chance to load up with their loads after he was finished with Adam. Dean decided it finally time to get the ball rolling and prepare to pop this cherry. He opened out the cigarette pack and pulled out a “T” laced joint and lit up taking a big inhale, before passing it to Adam. Adam didn’t normally smoke pot that often. He preferred to stay straight, so he could stay in control and focused on school. He wanted to get into NYU film school the next year after graduating and knew grades were important. Adam didn’t want to seem uncool in front of this hot stud of a man. He knew this man would be gentle with him if they had sex. He trusted Dean and knew the man would treat him right in bed. Plus he thought the weed would help him feel more relaxed when he got fucked for the first time. Dean at first thought he’d have to do some fast talking to get Adam to smoke the “T” laced joint as he watched the inner turmoil inside him, but the teen soon was smoking away. Dean took a couple more big hits and had Adam finish the rest of the large joint. He could see both the pot and “T” were starting to really work on the unsuspecting eighteen year old. Before Adam finished smoking the joint Dean took the roach from him. He took the last hit from him and leaned in to shotgun the last hit to Adam. With little effort he was soon kissing Adam passionately making the twink even hornier than before from smoking the joint. “Hey Adam, let’s go hang out in my room for a bit. We can watch a video while we relax,” Dean stood up and helped Adam stand up. He grabbed him and kissed the blond twink hard again causing the twink to drop his towel. Dean stroked the six inch dick causing Adam to moan into him. He grabbed the brown bottle and his pack of cigarettes taking Adam’s hand leading him to the room where he’d lose his cherry and take his first poz load. Adam pulled away from Dean heading back to the table. At first, Dean thought it was to grab the bag of rubbers, but Adam grabbed his dropped towel. To make sure Adam didn’t notice the rubbers, Dean wet his middle finger with spit and slid it home in Adam’s virgin cunt. He aimed for the eighteen year old's prostate, which, of course, caused Adam to gasp in pleasure. The “T” laced joint was already beginning to do its work and make Adam horny for cock. Dean worked Adam’s ass for a few minutes before pulling him to a standing position kissing him hard. He continued working the teen’s boy cunt as he kissed him deeply. Finally Dean pulled away smiling at now lust filled Adam. “Ready to go to my room?” he grinned, asking the latest in a long string of victims. “Hell yeah!” Adam panted excitedly. He had never been so horny after smoking a joint. Dean’s fingering felt even better than his own fingers. He desperately needed to feel this man inside him. He hoped Dean would be gentle since was so he was so large and Adam was still a virgin. He knew it would hurt at first but would feel better soon afterwards. Or at least that’s what all the stories on Nifty said. Dean made Adam wear his towel around his neck as they walked to his room. He wanted to do a little advertising for Adam’s later gangbang. He wanted Adam to walk out in the morning with his eighteen year old pussy dripping poz cum from being well fucked by as many men as possible. Dean played with Adam’s ass as they walked pass various men looking or having sex throughout the bathhouse on the way to his room. The poor twink was moaning like a slut and trying to force more of Dean’s fingers into his teen cunt even before they got to the room. Fortunately the walk to Dean's room was only a few seconds, and upon arrival, Adam was hornier than he had ever been in his life. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man to fuck him and take his cherry. Dean maneuvered the eighteen year old boy to the bed and finally pulled his fingers from Adam’s hole. He stood over the panting lust filled eighteen year old boy. Dean knew the boy was ready for the next step in stripping away his innocence. Dean finally pulled off his towel exposing to Adam for the first time his red bull can thick cut eight inch fuck stick. The huge mushroom head with its large gold hoop piercing was nearly twice as wide as the cock was thick. Adam had never seen a cock that big or dangerous looking. He had no doubt when Dean finished with him Adam would know what it meant to be fucked. He knew he should be afraid of the dick, but there was an itch building deep inside his hole to feel Dean shoving it in him. It was like he was totally losing his inhibitions. Sure Adam knew some of his inhibitions were lowered by the weed, but this was different. It was like they weren’t even there anymore. Adam needed sex and needed it bad. Dean grabbed one of his famous “T” laced bottles of warming lube; it was time to prime Adam for his first breeding. end of part 1

I was in Toronto on business and had been chatting with a hot muscle jock who has a PA in his cock...which I happen to love. We weren't able to hook up at my hotel as I was staying quite a distance out of town, so I decided to hit the baths one afternoon when he was free, and I invited him to join me there. Arriving at the baths, I got a room with a sling. While waiting the arrival of the muscle jock, another very hung man kept hanging out my door so I finally invited him in. Began blowing him in earnest. He had a nice thick cock, and as I blew him, I craved it up my ass. As he moaned and thrust into my mouth there was a knock at the door. He jumped, but I told him I was expecting my buddy. I opened the door, and my buddy proved to be even hotter in person than in his pics online. He immediately stripped and clearly liked what he saw, as his very nicely sized PA cock was sticking straight up. I went back to blowing the first guy as I presented my ass to second guy. Without hesitation, he began rimming me, getting my hole wet for fucking. I then turned around and started blowing him, sort of enjoying his metal PA clicking on my teeth. He in turn began sucking the other guy. My buddy started fingering my ass too....and kissing the other guy. He invited the other guy to slide into my hole. The other guy was a bit tentative about going in bareback, but was encouraged and ended up going for it. While I continued to suck my buddy's dick, the other guy begin grinding his raw cock into my hole. My buddy was grabbing my head and pushing it down onto his dick. Then, my buddy wanted in my ass as well, so the two guys flipped me around and that pierced cock broke my hole open. I took that cock hungrily. One more switch...and the original guy was back to pumping my now very happy fuck hole. His breathing got harder and my buddy began to kiss him deeply. I just focused on feeling him pound harder and harder into me, feeling his cock begin to swell up. He let out a big moan and shoved deeply into me. I could feel a very large load being pumped deep into my guts!!! After his last spasm of cum left his cock he pulled out and left, leaving me and my buddy. My buddy was SO turned out he immediately threw me onto my back and began to pound hard into me as well. He wanted to save his cum for a later time...so kept edging himself even as he pounded my hole. We finally took a break and went out into the 'public areas'. He lead me to a fuck bench so he could begin to slow fuck me there, and to see who showed up. Some other guys did come around and were stroking. One slid his dick down my throat while my buddy plowed me. I heard some conversation, and felt my buddy pull out only to have a stranger's dick enter my hole. I moaned in pleasure as both of my holes were being used, slurping on the cock down my throat as he face fucked me, and as the guy in my ass opened my man. I could hear their breathing get faster...and they must both have heard each other, because I suddenly tasted cum being sent down my throat at the same time the guy in my ass also shot his load into me. When they left my buddy grabbed me and led me back to our room. He was intent on putting up the sling. I jumped into it, got my legs into the restraints. We left the door open for the show. He slid his hard cock into my now cummy hole and began very deliberately fucking me. Then he looked at me and asked "Want my piss, baby?" I let out a huge moan of "YESSSSS!" He stopped all movement and held me still in the sling. Looking deep into my eyes, I heard him say "Here it comes" and with that a flood of hot liquid flowed into my ass. He clearly was enjoying it as well. Eventually his piss stream ended and he began a rhythmic fucking of my hole again, which was, of course, full of piss and cum. There was a hot slurping noise each time he pulled out and pushed back in. My hole was so full of man juices being churned deep in my gut. I could feel him get harder and harder as his breathing became more labored. Then he leaned over and kissed me, whispering in my ear "My poz cum is gonna flood you now" as he simultaneously leaned back and shoved hard. His dick spasmed, as he added his charged load into my hole. He stayed inside me a while, kissing me over and over deeply. After he finally pulled out, we chatted some more. He met me at my hotel a couple of days later and gave me another good piss fuck! Totally made my trip to Toronto!!!!

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.

Sometimes, things just work out. I live in a small town which makes getting a load a rare thing, and getting more than one load has never happened - until this past weekend. I had put up a couple of ads, and had chatted with a few guys, but it seemed like nothing was going to happen. Then within 15 minutes something clicked and three of the guys with whom I'd been chatting announced they wanted to come over. In the next hour and a half, I was fucked very well, three times, by three different guys, all bare, and all three dumped his cum deep inside me. After the last one left I set up my camera and took a video of the cum, (quite a lot of it, as it turned-out) that was streaming out of my well used ass. I wiped myself off and got dressed with a smile on my face at the memory of a fantastic slutty time. My first multiple loading. Wearing a pair of jeans, I went about my business, cleaned up inside the house a little and took the trash out. About halfway to the trash can, my next door neighbor called out to ask me a question. I walked over and she asked me to look at something on her car. While bending over to check something under the hood I felt something odd and suddenly my ass and legs felt damp. She wasn't paying attention, so fearing the worst, I slipped my hand down the back of my jeans and my hand came out covered in cum. By this time the wetness was down to the back of my knees. Although it was somewhat awkward, I did my best to continually face my neighbor so she wouldn't see the wet streaks down both of my legs. Eventually I finished checking what she asked me to check, and very carefully exited back to my yard. When I got inside my house I put my hand back in my jeans and found the top of both legs wet with cum. I could even smell it with my jeans still on. I eased the jeans off and found a big wet spot in the seat. In fact it was so big a wet spot that it extended down both legs almost to the knee. It seems that the cum that I caught on video was only a small portion of what was actually deposited inside me. The thought that I was walking around outside with the three loads pouring out of me was so too much. I had to jack off, with my cum soaked jeans laying across my face.

It was promise of 'prize money' that brought me here, although I knew damned well what I was doing would qualify me as a whore, but college didn’t come cheap, and neither did anything else: my crappy apartment, gas, you name it. Frankly, everything was starting to look more and more desperate, so I agreed to put my looks to use with some shady Craigslist 'photo model' request stuff. Although one of the four times had been a guy outright looking for a hook-up for cash, one of the other three had led to this. The photographer had taken some pretty racy photographs of me, bent over and naked, blindfolded, that sort of stuff, but he had kept my face from being recognizable in any of the shots, just as I had asked. The money had been decent, not great, but decent. The photographer was an older guy, maybe in his forties, but he was in good shape. And, although I’d definitely gotten the gay vibe from him, as he apparently loved looking at my ass, he hadn’t made an overt move. So long story: for the first time in ages I was able to pay the rent as well as put some food in the fridge and still have a little bit of cash left over. A few weeks later I received a message from the photographer inviting me to a 'blackjack night'. At first I almost dismissed the message at face value as the last thing I wanted to do was gamble away what little cash I had, but then I’d read on and saw that it wasn’t what it sounded like. In fact it was way more than that. “I’ve shown your photos to a friend who hosts play parties at his home. Handsome young men like you willing to take a risk or two can win big cash at his ‘blackjack nights,’ up to $1,000 for the first prize. It’s consensual. It’s absolutely R-rated and involves what you’d imagine. Don’t worry, though, if you choose to come, you’ll be able to stop at any time.” I let the e-mail sit for quite a while, but a thousand bucks is a lot to a guy like me, so finally, I replied, and asked for more details. Annoyingly, there weren’t many. “I can’t tell you much more,” the reply came from the photographer, who added “I’ll be there, and I’ve been to them before. You’ll need a rudimentary understanding of blackjack, and there are usually three or more cash prizes, as well as various other gifts given to some participants. You’ll be popular, if you decide to go, I’ll tell you that. Up to you.” I replied and said I’d go. The 'home' the host lived in was large and far enough out of town that I was a bit worried as I drove there in my clunker, but once I arrived I parked in the large curved driveway that led to the place and went for the door, invitation in hand. I had a good body, I liked sex, and I could use a grand. I had no real illusions about the night beyond that, and that was fine by me. At the door, I was greeted by a guy in a nice suit, who took me to a small side-room, where he took my coat, keys and my invitation number, and then traded my printed invitation for a small white envelope with the same number on it. He led me to a door and knocked once before opening it and looking inside, then nodded to me saying “You can go inside to change. The envelope will show you which bag to use.” I frowned, but he left, so I went into the room as he’d said. There were about two dozen bags lying around, each with a single card attached to them from a deck of cards. A few were mostly empty, though most had piles of regular clothes inside them. I opened my envelope, and pulled out a four of hearts, and a small slip of paper in which were printed these directions: “Dress in the items in the bag matching your card, and then put your clothes into the bag. They will be returned to you afterwards. Then move through the door opposite that through which you entered this room.” I stripped down, found the bag marked with the four of diamonds, and found that inside, there was only a pair of white briefs with a red diamond printed where my left butt cheek would be. I exhaled. I’d known this was basically going to be that sort of evening, but the reality of holding very little cloth in my hand made it pretty obvious. There was also a small card-holder on a Velcro strap, just the right size for the four of diamonds that had come in my invitation. Inside of the card-holder were instructions that told me to secure the card-holder to my arm with the strap, and to keep my card inside. I did so. Wearing only the briefs, which, by the way, were very snug and left nothing to the imagination, I took deep breath and pushed through the door. The room had quite a few men in it already, and I felt my stomach clench a bit when I stepped through the door. Everyone was wearing white – there were already four other guys like me in little white briefs with diamonds on the back of their asses, but there was an obvious division beyond that. Some of the men were wearing white wife beaters and white cotton pants through which it was obvious there was no underwear, and they had the black 'clubs' symbol from a deck of cards on the back of their wife beaters. The 'spades' were all wearing white athletic lace-up shorts with the spade across the right side, and no shirt. The 'hearts' wore similar cotton pants to the 'clubs' but no shirts, with the heart design at the front right where a pocket might otherwise be. Only the diamonds like me didn’t have masks. Everyone else wore a plain white mask that covered his eyes, lending a sense of anonymity. The guys ranged in body types quite broadly, although it was obvious that other than the diamonds, these men were in their forties and fifties. They obviously, however, took care of themselves . And every one of the men wore a Velcro pouch strapped to his arm. A waiter, full uniform, and mask, slid over to me and offered me a drink. I took one, waiting nervously. One of the clubs walked up to me, and when he spoke, I recognized the voice of the photographer. I had thought he was in good shape, and I’d been right: his chest was wide, he had thick arms, and under the edge of the wife-beater, I could see the start of a dusting of dark hair on his chest. “Glad you could come,” he said. I smiled. “Thanks.” The door opened a few more times while we chatted about nothing, and finally, one of the men in the Spades outfits, a bit of a musclebear, really, hairy and thick chested and definitely built strong, stepped to the middle of the room and raised his hand. The room fell silent. “Thank you all for coming,” he said. “As you all know, the game tonight is blackjack, or twenty one. Those of you playing for the prize money, that’s the diamonds in the room, will gather cards from those with whom you choose to...” he paused, smiling behind his short beard, “...interact.” He paused, and looked around. “The only rule, of course, is that no one can tell each other what card he is handing out, though the suit might be obvious.” Again he smiled. “Remember, you are gambling with yourselves, and you may stop at any time. There will be an opportunity for many draws, but don’t forget you will not wish to bust,” he said, smiling again. This time, he pointed at a door. “There is a special room for those who ‘bust’ but would like to deal themselves back into the game.” A few of the men laughed, and standing next to me, the photographer smiled. I felt somewhat nervous. “As always, negotiate as you will, and remember, the first place prize is a thousand dollars for the lucky diamond who achieves 21, or closest to that number without going over. Otherwise, all the rules of blackjack apply. We’ll begin with the diamonds making their choices, but after our first round, we’ll move through the suits accordingly. Diamonds – if you could line up, please?” We did. My stomach clenched and unclenched, and I decided right off that I’d pick the photographer, who was not only hot, but someone I knew. There were five other guys with me in the 'diamond' group, and I saw that there were the same number of hearts, clubs, and spades. I did the math: there were two dozen men in attendance. I swallowed. Our host continued. “The private rooms are through the archway there and up the stairs. They’re marked with diamonds. Feel free to leave the doors open or not as you wish,” he grinned. “Some do enjoy watching.” I swallowed again. The host tapped the first diamond on the shoulder – a lanky red-head with a lean body and freckles – who nervously approached a salt-and-pepper daddy type in hearts. As soon as they started to speak, the host tapped the next diamond, who was beside me, and he went to talk to one of the clubs, a larger black man with very thick arms. Then it was my turn. I went to the photographer, the only one I knew, and he smiled at me. “I’d hoped familiarity would be a good thing,” he said. I smiled at him, feeling myself blush a little. “Yeah.” Once all six diamonds had chosen, the host said, “Okay, gentlemen. You may now let your diamond know what you intend, and he may accept or make another choice.” I looked at the masked man who I actually did kinda-sorta know, and he smiled at me. “I intend to fuck that pretty face of yours and make you swallow every drop,” he said, leaning in. I felt my dick harden in my briefs. I loved to suck dick, and as far as whoring myself out, sucking cock seemed a pretty small price to pay. I nodded. Four of the six diamonds seemed to like what they heard, since we all left for the archway and the four rooms. Two stayed behind, to make a new choice, I assumed. I led the older man into the first room with a diamond on the door. The room was richly dressed, with a bed decked out with fresh white sheets and pillows, as well as a small chest at the base of it labeled, helpfully, 'Toys'. When I went to close the door, the photographer took my wrist saying “I don’t mind an audience,” as he undid his cotton pants. He was facing the door, and he pulled one of the pillows and tossed it onto the floor at his feet. “Kneel there,” he said. I’d have my back to the door. I knelt, and he tugged down the pants to reveal a thick cut cock already growing hard. He took my head in both hands, and pushed my face into his crotch. I licked and rubbed my face against his hardening dick, and he chuckled. “I knew you were a cock sucker the moment I took that first picture. Lips like yours?” he laughed again. “Cocksucker lips.” Frankly, I agreed, and set to work whole-heartedly. His cock was salty with sweat and I loved the taste of pre-cum that drooling from his cock head almost the moment I swallowed his length. He hardened quickly in my mouth, and his grip on my head was strong without being too harsh. He fucked my face, short thrusts in and out of my mouth, without letting his dick come free. I gripped his thighs after a time, realizing quickly that he was the one in charge here, and wanted to enjoy knowing that fact. As his dick hardened, he grew a bit more forceful, but it wasn’t the longest dick I’d sucked, even if it was one of the thickest, and the reality was I was enjoying myself. My own cock was hard, proof that I loved to suck dick, and doing so was a quick way to get my own dick hard, and I let one hand go to reach down and tug my own dick free from my briefs. “You can pull it out,” he said, in a low voice, “but you don’t get to jerk it. Hands back on my legs.” I obeyed with a little grunt as he pushed his dick into my mouth, freeing my cock but not being able to tug on it. I decided to go balls deep on him, and surprised him by swallowing his full length and pressing my face into his pubes for a long moment. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. Behind us, someone added, “Nice!” I shivered, but pinned on the man’s cock, it wasn’t like I could turn around and see which men, or how many men, were watching. I moaned though, aroused despite myself. “Fuck.. Fuck..” the older man said, and gripped all the tighter for a moment. “Swallow it all, boy! Swallow... it... all!” he grunted, and my mouth filled with his spunk in three sudden spurts. I swallowed spasmodically, narrowly avoiding choking as the thick liquid hit the back of my throat, and managing to get the rest down in two more swallows. I slurped at his dick, tonguing the head of his dick and then bobbing again up and down the full length of him. He let go, and I took a few more moments to lick and suck at his balls, making sure to get him spit-clean. “Damn,” he said, once I leaned back on my heels. “That’s good service.” I smiled up at him, my lips feeling a little raw. He tugged me up, and we turned, our backs to the door, although I glanced and saw there were three men watching. Then he undid his pouch, pulled out a card, handing it to me. I looked at it. Four of clubs. That made eight. That sure wasn’t going to win. Still, I smiled at him, and put it into my own little Velcro carrier as he pulled his pants back up and I tucked myself back in, and then he led me back to the main room. There was a new man there now, in a 'dealer’s' outfit like at a casino, and he walked up to me as we arrived. “Your cards?” he asked me. I pulled them out of the Velcro case, and he pulled out a small pad, asking “Do you want to double-down?” Oh shit! I’d read up about blackjack, but I’d forgotten this rule when I’d gotten the second four. If you get dealt the same card that you already have, you have the option to split it into two hands. I’d basically be starting over again with two hands of four. If I wasn’t mistaken, everything I’d read said it was the smart thing to do. “How does that work?” I asked. The dealer didn’t seem phased by the question. “You’ll build one hand until you hold or bust, then the other. It will make for a longer night,” he said, without a hint of a smile, though I could have sworn I heard some amusement in his voice. I took a deep breath. “I’ll double down." He nodded. And we waited for the rest of the diamonds to return.

Fucking perfect ink and pozzing

I love when a top sits on my face, spreads his hole and make me lick and clean his hole. As for felching a freshly fucked and breed hole, absolutely love it. Love sticking my tongue in a hole, digging out all the cum, having him push that cum right in my mouth.

I've had that happen. I guess once a guy lets you fuck him or suck him where he comes is really his choice?

My first date with a man ended with him forcefully raping me raw. I convinced myself after that to only date smaller younger guys. I wanted bigger older men but was afraid of them until I finally found someone I was comfortable with and two months after we met I told him what happened and that was why I hadn't gone to bed with him yet. He told me that we could redo my first date and instead of me being raped that I could tell him to play rape me so that in my head I could associate older bigger guys and rough sex as what I asked for. Same physical sex but now my choice changed everything.

I recently too have developed this addiction.

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.

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.

It seems that since they've gone the site has been tamed slightly. There seems to be less activity too, esp from Tops.

Yep, it's very animalistic and can be very hot.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=PSPkY-G196-#.VLD3gXl0zIU Bareback fuck with cum as lube and huge creampie Here I'm fucking bareback one of my favourites bottoms. He has a soft, wet and hungry hole. This time he spent the night with me, so I bred his ass five times. As he came first, I used his load as lube and keptfucking him until i filled his hole with my cum. by elvoyerista

Work for bank - so my day job still involves deposits and withdrawals

BBRT is busy in London but the men tend to be either drowning in "ask me", very picky or escorts. London feels like an analogue city on this issue so I think the best idea is to go outside and cruise face to face.

Taken three more loads from the young fucker. Second time again lunchtime washroom fuck. As before sucked him to lube his cock then offered him my hole. After a minute or so I felt his cock pulse as he unloaded but this time he kept on fucking. After a few minutes, he pulled out, smiled and indicated 2 loads in me with his fingers. I sucked him clean. Fuck did he taste good. Third time was in washroom on my way home from work. He went straight to work on my hole and quickly unloaded in me. I sucked him clean and soon tasted piss. Hit! He tried to stop me sucking and said I need to piss. I said no problem and took him back in my mouth and took a nice load of salty piss down my throat. Hoping for more piss and cum from him

I have a FB and sometimes we go to a bathouse, so he can get fucked and loaded and I can felch those loads

If that's you in your avi I would have done the same.

I love eating a hole. Only thing better is eating out a used hole. The taste of ass juice and cum is heavenly.

I had been told on a handful of occasions throughout my stay in New York City about a bar known as The Eagle in the Chelsea are of Manhattan. "You've got to go to The Eagle" "You'll get what you want in The Eagle" "You've never been to The Eagle?" and so on. I was told it was a leather bar. Which at first put me off going, I'm not exactly a gay scene member. I'm a pretty regular bisexual guy who's interested in the world of kink without being a regular participant. Besides the only leather I had with me were a pair of regular boots. The idea I had in mind was leather ass-less chaps with a hardness and gay policeman's hat. I wasn't about to dress up as a member of the village people just to get into a club. After I was enlightened to what the place was actually like, I thought it was worth going. "Maybe on a quiet night" I thought, that way I wouldn't be bombarded with too much to process and I'd be more comfortable sat at the bar. I decided to go on a Monday. If I had checked their website in advanced I would have found out that Monday was actually foot fetish night. Now I'm pretty neutral when it comes to this fetish but if I had of know I probably would've went on another night. I head to the bar which opened at 9pm and made my way upstairs. On the quiet nights only the upstairs section of the three storey bar was open. I was greeted by a shirtless barman who looked like Chuck Lidell(ufc fighter) and ordered a drink. He was friendly and welcoming and very open from the get go, he explained to me why there was foot fetish videos on the TV screen, and two guys tickling each other in the corner. I felt a little embarrassed, he asked me about my type as he saw that none of the 9 patrons were talking to me. I told him I was into older guys. "You'd like my friend Kurt, he might be here later" "Cool" I thought. I observed as the barman played cupid with people sitting at the bar, those he knew previously and those he just met. He seemed to enjoy this, but was in no way forced like the barman at Stonewall. He was a really cool barman, didn't pretend to like anyone he didn't like but wasn't rude either. If he wasn't a bottom I'd be very keen to let him fuck me. I wasn't his type anyway, he was more into Latin guys. Speaking of which. A midget parks himself next to me on a stool at the bar. Is midget correct term? Dwarf maybe? Anyway he was about 4 feet tall, Latino, very confident. He immediately struck up a conversation with me. I was the only Irish guy he had ever met. We made some small talk and for whatever reason he wanted to show me some leather harness he bought. He had a picture on his phone. As he flicked through the pics of this unimpressive harness, in a very obviously deliberate move he "accidentally" brought up a picture of his dick(which to be honest was impressive given his size) "Oops, I didn't mean to show you that.....what do ya think?" "Very impressive" I answered smiling. I for just a second contemplated having sex with this guy, just so I could say I was fucked by a midget(dwarf ) however he was being a little overbearing and I soon became uninterested. He got up to use to toilet and never came back. In his place, sat an older black guy who worked just down the street and was just popping in for an after-work drink. He was friendly and interesting and we seemed to be getting on. "Can I swap shoe with you?" "What?!" This was an odd request. Then I remembered where I was. "Just for a few minutes" I hesitantly obliged, it seemed to give him a lot of pleasure. A German man in full leather(pants, boots, and harness) sat beside me, he had a strong BO. Not a bad smell, but a strong smell of sweat, quite nice actually. He joined in on our conversation and filled me with compliments. He leaned in for a kiss, as we were kissing a felt a hand slide down the back of my jeans and grab my ass. I thought it was the German but it was the black guy, I guess he wanted a feel. He then pulls me in for a kiss. The German shoves both his hands up my shirt and feels his way around. "You taste great" says the black guy. His hand sliding further down to the point where I'm sitting on it. His finger pushes into my hole. We all go in for a triple kiss, I'm getting horny. "Come with me" says the German. and takes me by the hand to the toilets. For whatever reason the black dude didn't follow us. Inside the toilets were two older leather guys, one taking a piss into the other guy's glass. He then taps his dick on the rim of the glass making sure every last drop had gone in. Without hesitation, the leather sub knocks back the entire glass of piss. "You find that horny" enquired the German. "Yeah it's hot" I replied. He pulled me into a cubical and shut the door. "Get down" I squat in front of his leather pants in the piss soaked cubical. He pulls out a bottle of poppers and takes a huff. He then feeds me some. The club music begins to pound heavier as does my heartbeat. He pulls out a semi erect penis with a large Prince Albert through the head I place it in my mouth and taste the metal. He pushes his semi soft cock down the back of my throat with gentle thrusts. The feeling of the metal sliding down my throat is new to me and very pleasurable. I take it down and swallow, massaging the head with each gulp. His crotch smells as good and strong as the rest of him, and the high from the poppers heighten this. I feel his cock harden with my lips. He puts the bottle under my nose again "Breath deep" I get nice and light headed, he begins to fuck my throat as he sniffs back the poppers. I see people in the corner of my eye looking in. It gets me going. I start to gag on his cock as he fucks harder and harder, I sense he is close to blowing his load down my throat. I pull back but he pushes my head against the cubical wall so I have nowhere to go. He fills my mouth with his cum, it tastes great. "Open" I open to show him his load. He spits in my mouth and slaps me on the cheek, I swallow it all down. As we leave the cubical and old man grabs me by the arm "I was watching you in there. You're a dirty little boy" This was all done in a very creepy way, that made me feel kind of intimidated, he was really grabbing my arm tight. "Let go of him" said the German guy. and he brought me back to my seat. As I got back to my seat I was scolded by the barman. "You should've let me know you were going to the bathroom, here I held your drink. Next time tell me. Anybody could've put something in there" Oops. I was very impressed that he cared enough to hold my drink and give me a lecture. Luckily(or unluckily depending on your fantasy) I wasn't spiked. "Anyway, Kurt is here, he's at the end of the bar" I excuse myself and head down to see Kurt. He's about 6 feet tall. Wearing jeans large black boots and a sleeveless shirt. He had a bald head and a goatee. Fitting my type(or one of my types) perfectly. Right away we got on great, I felt immediately comfortable around him, and his Texas charm was working wonders. We had a few drinks and he invited me back to his place. The barman looked over and said "See I told ya" he had certainly done his job as cupid well. Just as the place was filling up we decided to leave. Kurt took me to his place in Hell's Kitchen and up to the apartments rooftop. We took in the view and he offered me some weed, I accepted and he gave me a blow back from his joint. This let to a few minutes of passionate kissing. He was probably the best kisser I've ever been with(boy or girl) he knew his way around a mouth, his lips were soft and beard felt great. After a few minutes of swapping spit we moved downstairs to his bedroom. We both undress. "You've got a great ass" he remarks, I thank him. "I'd love to rape that!" "You can" I reply. I feel his body, he is in great shape. His dick is very long. I comment on the size of his penis and he tells me not to worry. "I'll go slow at first" I suck his dick for some time he loves it. Then he parks me on all fours in front of him. He taps my hole with his large dick. "Breath" I take deep breaths as he pushes his dick into me. I feel a shock and push forward, bashing my head off of the headboard. We both laugh before he gives my head a gentle kiss. He is such a cool guy it really makes me want to please him. "Lay on your back" He grabs my ankles and stretches my legs apart, he plunges his dick down in one go, it takes the breath from me but I have nowhere to go. So I take the shock, he begins to fuck. "Yeah exactly like that, fuck your boy hole" He is getting me extremely horny "Fuck me, that's so big" I tell him. "Yeah? You like me raping your ass boy?" I feels so good I can barely answer. "I can tie you up and just rape your hole all day long. If you scream I'll shove my sock in your mouth....Or maybe something else" With that he pulls out and straddles my chest. Pulls my head up by my hair and jams his cock down my throat. I gag a lot and start to drool over his cock. He then buries it back into my hole and fucks. He leans in so my legs are over my head, wraps his arms around me and tongues my mouth and he pounds my hole. This angle is extremely sexy and I can feel his dick pushing through my second ring, it feels amazing. He then turns me around and pounds me from behind, still penetrating my second ring balls deep in my ass. "Im about to cum boy" His speed picks up and I start to loose my breath. "You want my load?" "Yes Sir!" I bellow out. He shoots in me deep, balls deep right into my guts. It makes me hot how deep his dick is in me. "Your turn to cum" "That's ok" I reply, sensing that he might be tired from his machine like fucking. "No way. I'm not the only one having fun tonight" If I could marry that man I would. Where are these kind of tops in Ireland? "Come here" He places me on top on him straddling, with his large dick still in my ass. I grind it deep as I jerk on my dick. It doesn't take much wanking until I blow a huge load on his hairy chest, I collapse, sweaty and exhausted. He pulls my face towards him and makes me lick the sweat and cum from his chest. "Now that's hot" he says calmly. I fall asleep in his arms. He woke me in the morning, fucked another load into me and sent me on my way. We got to know each other before I left and met a few more times, he was one of the nicer guys I met in the states and is the kind of guy I'd do anything sexually with. Those kind of guys are hard to come by, especially at home. Makes me glad I listen to the advice and finally went to the Eagle. My first time there was a resounding success and pretty soon I became a semi regular. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it. Sorry this entry didn't come sooner. Still trying to come to terms with my recent diagnosis and events surrounding it. So some days it's hard to write about my experiences as I just don't have the energy, I may be a little depressed. Pretty soon I will report on the meeting I believe got me infected, which will be hard given that it has come to light that the guy knew he was positive and told me otherwise. But I think it's the most important part of my stay there, so it's coming up soon. Thanks for reading

i just put a pic on my profile of a 22 yr old bareback & fist top - hes pissing in my ass - he booTy bumped me after it and fucked/fisted me for 8 hours.

This has helped me. A guide with ten tips for Suppressing your gag reflex. http://www.wikihow.com/Suppress-the-Gag-Reflex

Great for wanting to stay safe....you seem to be doing all the right things and thinking this through. My big thing with your post is your comment about playing with NEG guys. I assume that you are a bottom and taking a guy bare.....these guys that say they are NEG are MUCH more of a risk for you than the guy that is honest. Guys out there are saying they are negative just because when they tell they are poz get turned down...or even worse the guys that say they are neg but truely DO NOT KNOW. If they are out there playing without condoms then there is a chance they are poz and don't know it....an un medicated poz guy is MUCH more dangerous to YOU than the guy that's on meds and undetectible and honest with you.

Homeless guys need sex too. Why not let them breed you and relieve some of their daily stress. Last year at Dory I spend some quality time bent over a table in BV park in San Francisco. I am convinced that two of the guys that bred me were homeless...at least they smelled like it. I was happy to take their dirty cocks in my hole and bring a little happiness to them.

I was changing in a public bathroom after swimming at Playa Del Ray when a homeless kid came in to piss in the next stall. He looked to be about 20-22, kinda hot under the shaggy hair and dirty clothes. He made eye contact with me a couple of times, so I smiled back. Next thing I knew, he was standing with his cock still out at my stall and I was sucking him. After blowing him for a couple minutes, I stood up, leaned over the toilet and let him fuck me. It was hot as hell, and he pounded me hard. It didn't take him long to shoot his load, and I took it in my ass. I kinda panicked a bit as I drove home, but it was super hot, and I could tell that he appreciated getting laid.

The best part of being a BB Bottom is feeling his skin against yours. The ultimate reward is feeling the seed run down your leg after taking a few loads. That is the true sign of a Cum Dump

I rarely feel the guy cumming inside. On some occasions if a guy has a big load and saved up for a few days I'll feel that big spurt which does feel good. Either way the best part about bareback is really the enjoyment the top gets out of it. For me it definitely feels better as well because the plastic of a condom blocks so much. But I know tops who barebacking me are loving it ten times more. From my experience having a guy bareback me they just love being inside me. Edging on my hole, spitting on my hole and fucking in my hole. That's what I love. A guy who just enjoys being inside me and I can see it by the smile on his face. The icing on the cake is when the guy is getting close and then starts cumming. I love feeling the thighs and his pelvis pushing into my ass as deep and he can go. Most tops I've been with just collapse on me after cunning and don't mind. A lot of them can even go a second round because the reality of the situation hits them. A piece of then is inside me. I'm carrying their cum and their DNA that tends to turn a lot of guys on.

Piss, bondage, group sex, public sex/humiliation, bukkake... Think basically any of the BoundGods/Bound in Public scenes, man how I'd love to do a shoot for them.

I love leather and tattoos. So want to get seriously well inked, with PA and my newly shaven head. Love to shoot meth piss in guy as he lies in the sling. Love being restrained and bound and used, piss or fucking. Like taking anon loads in a park.

Cum in my arse, cum in my mouth, macho Tops, leather, uniforms, piercings, skinhead gear, shaved heads, jock straps,cigar smoking Tops, piss, BIG cocks and BAREBACK sex!

Once we got to the room, the burly host closed the door and smiled at me long enough that I started to feel myself blush. The redbull was hitting my system now, and I was full of a nervous energy, even if my ass was sore and my dick still hard. "Okay," he said, and he smiled - teeth bright behind his short dark beard. "You said you'd ride my dick, and you'd take my bet for an extra fifty." I nodded. "Yeah." My voice was a bit shaky. "Here it is: if I come before you do, you get that extra fifty." I nodded again. "Okay." Well, given how sore I was, that didn't seem particularly hard, though I really did want to get off like mad. If I didn't touch myself, though, I'm sure I could handle it. I moved toward the big man, and knelt down in front of him. His hand took my chin and tugged a bit to make me look up at him before I could reach out and undo the laces on his shorts. "And if you come before I do? You stay for the after-party." I blinked. I had no idea what that meant. I saw his eyes narrow behind his black mask as he smiled wider. "Okay?" he asked. I swallowed once, then nodded. "Okay." He laughed. "Okay, boy. I'll give you a couple of minutes to suck it - I hear you're a pro - and then you're getting it up that ass of yours." I undid the laces to his athletic shots and pulled his cock free - he was thick, and uncut, and definitely had more than eight inches, like he'd said. This was probably the biggest dick I'd ever seen, and I couldn't help it - my mouth watered. I started to swallow as much of his length as I could, stroking his shaft and giving his balls a quick tug as I went as far down his length as I could. The low rumble in his chest let me know he liked my efforts, and I pulled out all the stops. I wanted him as horny and as ready to blow as I could. My tongue dipped into his foreskin and I pushed myself to suck as fast and as hard as I could, to draw his load out as close to the surface as possible. Hell, if I could swallow it, I'd be fifty bucks richer right off the bat! The big man's hands never touched me, but he thrust slowly into my mouth while I worked, and continued to make low rumbles of appreciation. I sucked and sucked - he grew very hard, and I was pretty sure I was getting him close - and then he pulled out of my mouth and moved to the bed. I rose, a little short of breath from my efforts, and followed. He crawled onto the bed and moved to the center, pausing only to get a bottle of lube from the table. He sat in the middle of the bed, his hard dick pressing up against his hairy stomach and wet with my spit, and gestured for me to follow him there. I crawled onto the bed. "Turn around and show me your ass," he said. I turned, raising my ass into the air in front of him. Despite myself, and despite how sore I was, I was already half-hard. His fingers were generous with the lube he squirted onto them, and they probed deep into my sore pucker. I heard him pour out more of the lube and stroke himself. "Okay," he said. "Face me, and climb on." It was a little awkward to swing my leg over him, but we were soon face to face, his cock resting between my lubed ass cheeks. I was pressed against him, his hard and hairy body rubbing my own skin. He grinned - even with me on his lap I had to look up at him a bit - and then his big arms cupped my thighs and he pulled me up into the air a bit. I crouched over him, and he used one hand to guide his thick exposed cockhead to rest against my hole. "Alright, boy," the big man said. "Here you go." He pulled me down, hard enough that I couldn't resist, but slow enough that I felt every inch of him slide into me. I hissed through my teeth but still he pulled, and finally, sweat breaking out on my skin, my butt came to rest on his thighs. He was buried deep, and sitting on his dick felt incredible. I moaned a little when he circled his hips beneath me. "Yeah," he said, and his hand slid up the small of my back. "Here it comes..." He was a strong man and his thighs were massive - he started to buck from beneath me, making me bounce up and down on his dick, his left hand clamped to the back of my neck to hold me in place as he thrust up into me. I remembered finally that my job here was get him off, and tried hard to clamp my ass on his cock. He grunted, biting his bottom lip, and picked up the pace. My own cock was hard - he was hitting me in all the right places, and I'd been so horned up for the last while that I could barely think straight. His dick was relentless, and I loved the feeling of his hand holding my neck. He braced his right hand on the bed to twist slightly and he pulled my up a bit by my neck. This new fresh angle made me cry out loud, and he grunted again. "You like that, boy?" he said. I could only moan and nod. He was pistoning my ass, and I was barely managing to maintain my crouch over him. He lowered me again after a short while, and his right hand began to rub across my chest while he ground into me. I moaned again, and his hand squeezed my chest and rubbed up my neck and down my stomach. I realized a moment too late what he was about to do, but his rough hand gripped my cock and he tilted me back and as he treated me to another jack-hammering of his dick, her jerked my cock with expert twists and - - I erupted all over his hairy stomach and chest.

Twice -- this dude that used to breed me pretty regularly got off on seeing me used....so do I. Both times we paid he dude to fuck me, once with cash once with weed. Homeless dude was black and had a giant cock. First time he bred me bent over the toilet at a Chevron and second time was in a trash room. If you're a good cumdump, you don't turn down loads....no matter what!

i just had a brilliant hard fuck yesterday (christmas day) with a gorgeous poz young top (23) with an 8.5" thick cock ...... had been chatting for a few months but due to commitments either way we couldnt find time to meet up ....... christmas day he phoned me to say he he had some time to spare after a meal with his parents and was going out later in eve with his mates........asked if he could visit and empty his sack........of course i said YES and he was at mine within 15 mins ........ i took a hard deep pounding and 3 big loads over the next hour .... one of the best gifts ive ever recieved on christmas day .... still smell his sweat and cum on me right now as i type - lovely.

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.

GtP-P2 Steve sent Rick an e-mail to let him know that the plan was set. Rick replied that he had all that he needed to 'take care of' the little punk. Steve was to be there at a distance to observe the action when Rick was set to meet Jeremy. Steve wound follow the two home and enter Rick's place after the two had entered and proceeded directly to the play room. Steve could let himself in and observe the activity on close circuit TV. Friday night came and as planned Rick was waiting near the bathrooms as arranged. At the appointed time on the dot, Jeremy walked in and headed directly towards Rick. He walked up to the masculine, dominant stud he was going to 'role play' with. Jeremy must have practiced his line cause he said it perfectly, "Will Sir Rick please take me home and make me his bitch!" An evil grin came to Rick's face that seemed to be duplicated on Steve's as he observed the action. Rick's reply was also scripted to put the little punk at ease and throw him off guard. Rick looked him up & down before answering "OK boy. You look like you'd be a good fuck. Let's go!" Rick put his arm around the punks neck (as he did with Steve) and walked out of the place almost dragging the kid with him. From his position it will be difficult for Jeremy to have any idea where Rick was taking him. To add to the confusion, Rick did not take a direct route home. When he finally got Jeremy back to his place Jeremy had no clue where he was or how to get there. Soon his confusion wound grow once Rick got stated with him. Rick took him into the house as planned, and straight down to the basement playroom. Once he had him down there he gave Jeremy his first order, "You look like a good boy. Why don't you show me by stripping down and showing me your body." Jeremy quickly took his t-shirt off, kicked his sneakers off (no socks as instructed), and finally dropped his jeans (no underwear as inducted). Steve turned on the TV just as Jeremy was shucking off his jeans. Rick admired the kid's lean, smooth body making note to comment on what he saw, "I see you shaved as I asked boy. Looks nice to see you all smooth like a prepubecent boy. Now get on your knees." Jeremy quickly sank down to his knees looking up at the dominant stud standing before him. Rick handed Jeremy a small cup (unknowingly to the kid) with some G & a couple crushed up Viagra mixed in cola and told him to drink it all down. Then he gave further instructions for the punk to undress him. Jeremy first removed Rick's boots, then his jeans. As Jeremy opened up Rick's zipper his 9" cock sprung out slapping the kid in the face. A small amount off Rick's precum splashed onto the kid's face as Rick laughed. He then told this kid, "Lick my balls boy." Jeremy licked the man's balls as Rick removed his shirt. Slowly the G began to work on Jeremy as he kneeled before the dominant man. He looked down at the kid as he worked his mouth on the masculine man's nut sack. Steve was enjoying what he was watching as Rick began to do his work with the kid. Next, Rick had Jeremy start to stuck his hard and throbbing cock as it leaked precum all over the kid's face. Jeremy eagerly swallowed the man's pole. After sucking Rick's cock for a while Rick looked down at his prey and told him, "get your ass in the sling boy. It's time to tie you up and make you my little bitch." Jeremy quickly stood up and hopped in the sling. Rick walked over, placed the kids ankles and wrists in restraints. The kid had no clue what was about to happen as the G & Viagra took effect. Rick pulled out a needle filled with a full quarter of Tina. Jeremy began to panic as he watched Rick fill the syringe with an ample amount of water that would allow the crystal to dissolve. Jeremy quickly said, "Hey, we never talked about needles." "Boy, you agreed to be my bitch and therefore gave all control to me. I will decide what you get, how much you get and in what manner you will get it. If you don't shut the fuck up I'll gag you, got it?" Jeremy was shocked at how he was now being treated. He was already feeling the effects of the G with feeling very horny when Rick stated to prep his arm. The kid's cock was hard as steel showing that the Viagra was working. Rick reached down and stroked the bound punk's hard prick a few times as he said, "It looks like you're enjoying yourself so far. I just want to be sure you'll be denying yourself the entire weekend you're here." A little moan escaped through Jeremy's lips as Rick dropped his cock and returned his attention to administering the drugs to the bound boy. Rick placed the tourniquet around his arm looking for a good vein too hit. Jeremy watched with fear as Rick wiped the area with an alcohol wipe and stuck the point in the punk's arm. Rick pulled back on the plunger getting a small flash of blood in the barrel before slowly pushing the plunger down emptying the contents into Jeremy's arm. Inwardly Jeremy was freaking out. He didn't know if he was going to freak out or OD and die. He had heard that once you tried Tina you could be addicted easily. In his mind he had become addicted to Tina with that one slam. He continued to watch as Rick pulled the tourniquet off his arm. Jeremy felt the drug race up his arm, into his chest when he suddenly found it difficult to breath. He let out a couple strong coughs as his ears began to ring and the drug took control of his mind and body. Jeremy could feel his heart begin to beat faster as it seemed that the temperature in the play room jumped. You could tell that his breathing had become faster and deeper by how his chest was moving. Steve enjoyed everything he witness on the TV as Rick moved in for the 'kill'. He moved between the bound teen's legs and started to finger the boy's hole. "I know you're liking how the drugs make you feel. Why don't we add a nice booty bump to increase the hunger in your neg hole." Rick put a generous amount of Tina on his fingers and worked them, along with some lube, into Jeremy's neg ass. Jeremy felt the burn as the shards began to melt and seap into his blood stream. Jeremy's first exposure to drugs had his mind spinning. He never felt so horny in his life. All he knew now (at least in his mind) was that he was becoming a drug addict and needed to be fucked. "How's my little punk doing now? Are you ready for the time off your life?" All Jeremy could muster was, "Oh fuck!" Rick stood with his hard cock pointing towards the punk's neg cunt, "Yeah, you're ready." Rick then shoved the full length off his cock inside the drugged up boy eliciting a loud moan from the boy. He showed no mercy as he power fucked the bound boy. Jeremy looked down at the stud without any idea that Rick was fucking him raw. He just laid there moaning with every thrust. Then he noticed that his cock had shriveled from its hard 7" to maybe 2". Rick played with his soft cock as the boy continued to moan The bound boy tried to figure out why he wasn't hard. "Normally I'm hard as steel when I get fucked. Why am I so soft?" "Boy you're soft cause you're a bottom bitch and that's your place in life." Rick wasn't ready to tell the little cunt that he had Tina dick from the large slam of 0.5 he was given. Steve continued to watch as Rick fucked into the punk. He knew Rick was about to give the kid his first charged load. Steve recalled being on the receiving end of Rick's power fuck and that when he was close to Cumming when he began to fuck harder. Steve had his hard cock in hand when he heard Rick scream out, "FUCK, TAKE MY CHARGED LOAD BOY!" Steve wasn't sure the kid knew what Rick meant by 'charged load' but he knew once the punk got the fuck flu he'd know (or be told). Rick deposited a total of four loads inside the drugged up teen as Steve watched and enjoyed the show.