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There is a certain sort of clarity that comes from finally knowing one’s place in the world, of finally knowing what one is meant to do with one's life. Some find this clarity in work, others in art, still others in family; I, however, found it in one thing: cock. Laying on my bed naked, three fingers thrust deep into my cum filled hole I felt at peace with the universe. In that moment I knew that, from then on, all I would need to be happy was a fat cock shooting cum deep inside my hole. I closed my eyes and, fingers deep inside myself feeling the cum that flooded my guts, remembered the cock that had put the cum there. He had been the one to message me, one of half dozen men to message me as I got to NYC and checked into my hotel. Most had been gross old trolls but this man stuck out amongst from the crowd. At thirty-five he was sixteen years my elder, but Jesus he was sexy. A strong handsome face, a bright winning smile, and a broad muscular chest covered in thick dark hair and strapped with a black leather harness made his profile picture almost impossible to look away from. His woof was quickly followed by a message. Hey there kiddo. Cute pic. Name’s Steve. How are you? I responded quickly. Hey! Chad here. I’m good, I just got into town. I’m staying for a week, a birthday gift from my parents. They sent you all the way to NYC by yourself? Yeah, got me tickets to a bunch of shows too. I told them all I wanted was a week seeing theatre in NYC on my own for my birthday. That’s awesome. I had a few other things in mind as well. Oh really? Like what? Well there aren’t that many real men in Central Illinois where I’m from hoping to have some fun while I’m here. Cute boy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding fun in the city. Haha. Thanks. So what are you looking for then? I’m honestly not really sure, I don’t have a lot of experience. I know I like to bottom, and that I’m attracted to older guys, especially muscular hairy ones, but that’s about it. Well I think I’m good for a few of those. lol. Yeah for sure. You got any more pics cutie? My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was interested in me. I sent him a picture of me in a pare of light blue briefs that I thought showed off my fit runner’s body best. Very cute boy, love that you’re letting your chest hair grow in. Very hot. I smiled, I was quite proud of the patch of light brown hair that grew between my pecs and the narrow swath of hair that ran down into my crotch. Thanks! His next response was the zoomed out version of his profile picture. It was a mirror shot in a full-length mirror, Chad stood naked in a brightly lit bedroom. My eyes quickly drifted down the fur-covered abs to the dense patch of pubes out of which sprouted a long, soft, fat cock, it’s broad mushroom head hanging low over large balls. I couldn’t stop staring at it. My mouth watered and I felt my hole twitch. This man was unlike anything I had ever seen in my hometown, he was a god. You like? He messaged. God yes! I’m at work just now, but I only live a few blocks from work at 46/8 if you wanna come over and hang out. My heart thudded even faster. I pulled up Google maps and looked at the distance from the Hotel Edison where I was staying to 46th and 8th. I gasped out loud when I realized I was only one block over. When do you get off. I get done with work in an hour, but I don’t get off till later I sent him my phone number and said, text me when you’re done then and we’ll hang out! Great! See you in like an hour then kid. I felt like I couldn’t breath, my cock was hard as a rock and my heart was thundering in my chest. I ran and took a shower stroking my cock a little but being careful not to cum, and then laid on my bed naked scrolling through porn on tumblr while I waited. Almost an hour to the minute my phone buzzed again with a message from an New York area code number. Hey boy, it’s Chad. I’m just getting done now. I should be home in like 15, if you wanna come over in 20. Sound’s perfect! I replied. If I had been restless before now I was positively bounding off the walls. I paced up and down still naked, my six inch cock hard and shinning with precum. It was as if I could not be still, I was so excited and nervous that I was simply a bundle of energy. After about fifteen minutes I grabbed a pair of briefs out of my suitcase, and then thought better of them and just pulled on a pair of tight fitting jeans without them. I slipped on a black wife beater, and tugged on my shoes hurriedly before dashing out the door. He texted me his address saying that he was home now, just as I practically ran into the lobby of the hotel. I punched in the address to Google Maps and darted out the door. His place was less then a five-minute walk, and as I hurried along the street I could feel by breath coming in short ragged bursts. Keeping my head down I scurried past the doorman in the lobby of his apartment and slipped onto an elevator before he could notice me. I got off on the 31’s floor and then, hands trembling, knocked on the door for apartment 31E as instructed. There was a long moment of silence and then with a soft clock the door opened. I felt like there was no air in my chest and I took in his beautiful impressive form. He stood bold as brass, his door swung wide, in a pair of low slung basketball shorts that tented out at the crotch, his muscular hairy torso exposed for all to see. He smiled a broad bright toothy grin, and said, “Perfect timing boy, come on in.” He stepped back letting me into the apartment and then closing the door after me. “You want a beer or something?” “Yeah,” I stammered, “a beer would be nice.” “Great, make yourself at home.” He gestured to the brightly lit white walled living room as he walked into the kitchen. As he walked away I noticed a small thin patch of dark hair in the small of his back and the waistband of what had to be a jockstrap sticking up from his red shorts. My cock again twitching I was walked into the living room and perched on the edge of the couch my leg bouncing with nerves. After a few moments Chad returned with two beers. He seemed to have shifted his shorts down further on his waist as now a thin sliver of white jock waistband could be seen over his shorts in the front as well. He sat down on the couch, just out of touching range and handed me one of the beers. We sat for a little while talking about my life in Illinois, what he did for work, all the while sipping on the beer. I didn’t notice it at first but Chad was slowly shifting closer and closer to me but after thirty or so minutes I realized that his hairy leg was now touching my denim covered one. Chad kept talking as though nothing could change but I felt heat rising up my leg from where his knee touched mine. As he asked me questions about what I was studying in college his hand slipped onto my knee, at first it was still and then slowly he started to rub my thigh. What came next happened so fast that had I blinked I would have missed his move. Chad shifted and suddenly had me wrapped in his arms, his mouth inches from mine. A heartbeat later his mouth was pressed to mine, his tongue quickly invading my mouth. I melted into him, giving myself over to his embrace returning his kiss with equal passion and hunger. His hands swarmed over my body and mine did the same running across his bare skin feeling the heat coming off of his torso. My cock strained against my jeans as his hands drifted down my narrow torso to my crotch. “Tell me what you want,” he said in a husky whisper. “I don’t know,” I said honestly, my inexperience showing. “Well this seems like it could use some attention,” he said rubbing my throbbing cock through my jeans, “You want me to suck your dick?” “Sure,” I replied. Chad pulled away from me, his hands grasping at my shirt pulling it off over my head and then tossing it off to the side. He slid down onto the floor getting between my knees. Quickly he unbuttoned my pants and pulled the off of my tossing them aside as well. I sat on his couch fully naked my six-inch cock hard as a rock staring at him. Chad smiled that winning smile again and lent forward to take my cock into his handsome mouth. It wasn’t difficult for him to swallow my whole cock, and soon he was slathering the whole thing with his warm spit. I groaned, feeling hear rising in side of me far to quickly. I was far too horny and far too young and inexperienced to withstand such a talented mouth as his for very long. Chad seemed to know that and soon let my cock spring from his mouth. He stood up in front of me and as he stood pushed down his shorts. They fell to the floor in a heap and he kicked them off now standing before me in a bulging white Bike jockstrap. There was that smile again. My breath left my chest, and my heart thundered, as he pulled the pouch to the side allowing his fat cock to flop out. He was only just starting to get hard and already his cock was thick and plump. “How about you get on your knees and get my cock hard.” He phrased his request playfully but somehow I knew that the only possible answer to his question was yes. I slid from the couch onto the plush carpeted floor and after swallowing hard a few times reached out to take his semi hard cock in trembling hands. It was warm and meaty to the touch; I held it for a long moment before opening my mouth and leaning forward to take the slowly swelling head in my mouth. I swallowed as much of his cock as I could finding it more and more difficult to take as his member became engorged, growing to its full impressive size. I struggled to work the entire length of his cock slobbering all over it, my face becoming covered in spit and cock juice and precum oozed from his cock. Chad seemed to enjoy my sloppy blowjob, his hands resting on the back of my head as me murmured encouragements, “Yeah boy, work that dick, get it all nice and wet.” I’m not sure how long I sucked his cock but by the time he pulled his cock from my mouth my jaw was sore and his cock had swollen to be almost nine inches long and about as thick around as a beer can. “You suck a lot of cock back home kid,” he asked, that smile flashing across his face again. “No, and yours is by far the biggest I’ve ever sucked.” “Then you must be a natural bourn cocksucker.” I laughed a little nervously and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “You ever been rimmed kid?” “No, most of the guy’s I’ve been with have thought it was gross.” “Then they aren’t fit to fuck you. Get on the couch and pull your knees into your chest.” I did as I was told and got on the couch with my ass at the edge of the cushion and lent back pulling my knees to my chest and exposing my hole. “Damn,” Chad said kneeling down in front of my ass. “Such a hot furry hole on a boy your age, you’re one hot little fucker did you know that?” I blushed. “No seriously, I love fucking boys your age, nineteen, twenty-ish, but most of them are either smooth or shave their asses it’s nice to see a boy who lets his ass and hole be furry the way they are supposed to be.” With that he lent forward and ran his tongue up my hole. I gasped I had never felt anything like it. The warmth of his tongue on my hole sent shockwaves through my body. I moaned loudly as he began to work my hole in earnest. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It was like he was making out with my hole, licking around the edges, pressing his tongue against my still resisting hole. He was slickening my ass with his spit desperately trying to work his tongue inside of me. I had only been fucked a few times and not very recently so my hole was very tight and put up quite a fight before ever so slowly giving way to the unrelenting pressure from Chad’s tongue. I groaned loudly as his tongue made it’s first foray into my hole, but he did not stop there licking all around he pressed more and more of his tongue into me. When he had exhausted the extent to which his tongue could penetrate my defenses Chad slicked one of his fingers with spit and, still licking around the edges of my tight hole, pressed the digit inside of me. My groans turned to whimpers as I was penetrated slowly buy his probing finger. Chad twisted his finger around in my hole pulling slightly to one side or another stretching my tight sphincter. Before too long he slicked up and added a second finger to my hole, causing me to gasp and groan all over again. It was the third finger that reduced me to a dull panting silence as he stretched me open. I had never felt such pleasure coming from my ass, I had known that I liked bottoming but this was beyond anything I had ever felt before. His three fingers still deep inside of me, twisting around in my innards, Chad sat back on his haunches and look at me. “You have an amazing ass kid.” His chin glistened with spit, “I have to fuck you.” I thought about his massively thick cock and imagined if his three fingers were bringing me so much pleasure how much pleasure his cock would surely bring me. “Yes,” I gasped, “please fuck me.” He twisted his fingers around some more and then went on, “there’s just one thing, I only fuck raw and I don’t pull out. If you want me to fuck me you’re getting my load shot deep in your gut.” My hole was tingling around his fingers, I had always imagined what it would be like to take a guy’s cock raw and feel him cum inside of me. I was away from home for the time in ages and who knew when the next time an opportunity to take a massive raw cock would come my way. Without ever even wondering what his status was I said in a breathy voice, “Please fuck me, I want you to cum inside me.” “Good choice boy, you have no idea what’s coming to you.” That bright toothy smile playing across his lips again he sat up and slowly withdrew his fingers from my hole. For what seemed like a very long moment I felt totally empty and longed for the full feeling that his fingers provided. Then Chad shifted forward and his cock head came to slide up and down my slick crack. He teased me for a moment before he changed his weight and brought his cock head to rest against my hole. Chad then dropped a big glob of spit on his cock and locking eyes with me, began to press forward into me. I groaned and whimpered as his broad cock head pressed against my still tight hole slowly forcing its way past the contracted muscles. For what seemed like an eternity there was only tension and pain and then all of a sudden my hole seemed to realize that it was fighting a losing battle and just gave up the fight all at once. My hole blossomed open around Chad’s invading cock swallowing the first several inches of his fat member in one swift stroke. I felt like I had been punched in the chest, and I gasped and spluttered feeling unsure of how to breath as I became accustomed to Chad’s massive cock being inside of me. He held still, his eyes shinning, allowing me to get used to his cock. Once my breathing had slowed he spat on his cock again and pressed forward another few inches. Three times we did this till I felt his large balls against my ass and I knew that he was finally completely inside of me. The was a long pause where Chad held completely still allowing my hole to become accustomed to being stretched out like it was. Then very slowly he began to slide his cock from my hole, his mushroom head rubbing against my insides sending slow tingles through me. I whimpered as his cock slipped towards my hole. This was like no cock I had felt before. All the boys who had fucked me in high school and during my first semester at university had had fairly small cocks and all had been wearing rubbers when they fucked me. I was in heaven as his mushroom head tugged at my wide stretched sphincter before popping out leaving my hole agape. I shivered for a moment feeling empty and wanting but Chad’s cock was soon pressing against my hole again his wide head keeping it from closing. Just as slowly he had drawn his cock from me he pressed it back into my waiting hole. My breath caught in my chest as he once again came to rest balls deep inside of me. “Feel good boy?” “God yes,” I groaned, “Please fuck me.” “When I’m done with you boy you’ll remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” Chad was suddenly done with being nice and gentle and with a wicked glint in his eyes he bucked back, his cock almost slipping from my hole again, and then slammed back inside of me. He hammered deep into my hole, his balls slapping against my tight ass. With each thrust a short moan escaped my lips and I felt sweat spring up across my chest and back. He fucked me like that for nearly five minutes, his ass wrecking pace never slowing for a second. His face had started to glisten with perspiration and the smell of sweat and sex hung heavy in the room. Wet sloppy sounds accompanied his every thrust now and my moans had turned into breathy whimpers. Then suddenly he bottomed out and held his cock inside of me for a long moment before pulling out completely. “Get on the floor kid,” he instructed, “I wanna be able to really wreck that hole.” A little stiffly I did as he instructed and rolled off of the couch onto the floor sticking my ass in the air and resting my chest on the carpet. “No, on your back still,” he said, “I wanna look in your eyes when I fill your hole with my spunk.” My heart skipped at that. Although I had always been a safe-sex kid now that I had felt his raw cock inside of me I knew that I wouldn’t be happy until I felt this amazing man’s load inside of me too. I flipped over and pulled my legs up, tucking my knees off to either side of my chest. Chad smiled and shifted his position. He was now directly over me, his hands on either side of my shoulders. Deftly he allined his cock with my no longer quite so tight hole and sank back into my wet innards. In this new position Chad’s enormous member punched even deeper into my guts banging away against what I felt certain had to be my inner hole. Then with one particularly powerful thrust he burst through my second sphincter his cock slamming far deeper then any cock had ever before. I practically screamed as his cock invaded yet deeper into my guts. “You like that boy?” He asked, his face now slick with sweat. “God yes.” “You like my cock wrecking your hole?” “Yes!” I called out. “How does that raw cock feel deep inside you?” Even as he spoke he still hammered away at my hole causing my answers to come in quick breathless bursts, “I love it!” “You want me to cum inside your hole boy?” “Yes!” “Good, cause even if you had said no I’m still gonna dump my load deep inside your wrecked boycunt.” No one had ever referred to my hole as a cunt before and my long forgotten cock twitched when I heard it. “Please cum inside me! I want to feel your load in my hole.” I begged. “You’ll get it soon enough.” He lent down then and shoved his tongue in my mouth. As he bent forward the angle of his cock changed and now as he slammed the full length of his cock in and out of me his massive head was bashing into my prostate with each trust. I was practically shaking it felt so good. I never wanted this brutal yet astoundingly pleasure fuck to end. Chad’s breathing had become slightly more ragged and his pounding even more ferocious, as he started changing over and over again, “Oh fuck yeah boy, take that cock.” What seemed like a glorious eternity later he locked eyes with me and said, “You ready for my load boy? You ready to get bred?” “Yes, please, fill me with your cum,” I pleaded. “Fuck yeah boy,” he growled as he slammed his pulsing cock deep as he could inside of me and unloaded a flood of semen into my waiting guts. My body was shaking and precum was running from my cock like a river and Chad slowly long dicked my hole working his load in. “Your ass feels so good with my load in it boy. How do you like having that big load from my fat POZ cock deep in your cunt.” I froze, had he just said POZ? “What,” I practically shouted, “You’re POZ! You didn’t say anything? What the fuck.” I tried to push him away but his hands were on my shoulders and he continued to fuck me slowly as I squired and tried to get away. “Why didn’t you ask if you cared,” he said, that wicked glint back in his eyes, “Besides a boy like you needs to learn that taking loads is what he’s meant for. Taking POZ loads just makes that so much easier.” My brain was telling me to fight him off and run but as he started to pick up the pace and fuck me again the pleasure coming from my hole won out and I relaxed allowing Chad to continue to use my hole as he saw fit. He fucked me once more on the floor shooting another load into my now completely wrecked hole, and then once more in his bedroom adding another two loads to my ass. When I got back to my hotel I stunk of sweat and cum but I didn’t care. As Chad’s cock had dumped it’s second load inside of me I had let go of my fears and succumb to the pleasures of raw cock in my hole. Now that I was back at my hotel room, laying naked in my bed with three fingers deep in my hole feeling the loads Chad had given me I found my self not worrying about the consequences of taking POZ loads but when I would be able to get my next load. I grabbed my phone from where it lay on the bed next to me and sent a message to Chad. This is an insane question, but… how do I get more? I’m still so fucking horny I need to get fucked again. His response came quick: I knew you were a slut at hear. Check out BBRT or if you like I can send your number to a few friends in the area who I think would be up for breeding your hole. Yes please. Ok, fasten your seatbelt kid, it’s gonna be a bumpy night.

PART FOUR I was enjoying being in Sam's arms and us kissing so much that it didn't even register that the lights had been turned on. "CLOSING TIME GUYS!!" came the announcement and I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that our time at the bar had come to an end. As I looked into Sam's eyes I asked, "Is it OK if we go back to yours tonight?" "What about your wife?" "I told you, she's away for a few days at a conference." "I was more referring to the fact that you have a wife" I rubbed his rock hard cock through his pants & whispered in his ear, "What wife?" He took my hand and we went outside and hailed a cab. Even though I was still high, being away from the security of the bar made me a little more cautious while we were in the cab. Whenever I saw the driver's eyes look away from the rear view mirror I stroked Sam's cock with a cheeky smile on my face, making sure he was staying hard the whole trip home. I couldn't help but feel proud that I was such a good cocktease on my very first time with a guy. Even though it was only about a 10 minute ride, it was torture for both of us. I wanted Sam's cock so badly, and he wanted me on his cock so badly! Even though I should've been nervous, I was beside myself with excitement when we finally got to his place. He fished in his pocket for his keys, while I couldn't help but do a little fishing myself and put my hand in his other pocket! He opened the door and I couldn't control myself, my tongue deep in his mouth and unzipping his pants to get a proper grip on his cock. Between kisses he managed to get out, "Are you sure you don't want a drink of water or anything?" "There's only one thing I want right now" I replied and pulled both his pants & briefs down in one motion. I could see a couch out of the corner of my eye and pushed him towards it, him stumbling with his pants round his ankles and shoes & socks still on. He sat down and leant forward to take them off, but I pushed him back wanting a proper look at the hard cock I'd been anticipating. It was like something I'd seen in the (many, many) porn movies I'd watched in my time. It would have been 9 or 10 inches uncut and even though I should have been intimidated I was so excited to suck my first ever cock, and that I'd have so much to work with. All I could say as I looked at it was "Wow". "That's usually what most guys say when they see it" Sam replied with a smile. I smiled too looking at the head, glistening with precum, knowing that I'd turned on my first guy so much. I started licking all round the head, lapping up & savouring the taste of both his cock and the precum leaking from it. Knowing how much I loved eye contact from Jessie when receiving a blowjob I looked deep into Sam's eyes as I started to really suck his cock, working my hand up and down his shaft. It was only then that I realised he was more or less still fully clothed, but with his pants around his ankles. It didn't worry me though as I was too busy enjoying every inch of my first ever cock, courtesy of this sexy older man. As I sucked him, Sam reached into a drawer next to the couch, pulled out a little glass bottle and started to unscrew the lid. He took a deep sniff out of the bottle in each nostril & I felt his cock get even harder (as if that was even possible!) "What are those?" I asked. "They're called poppers. A lot of guys use them to make the highs even higher" he replied between moans. I snatched them off him and inhaled them deeply. Immediately I was flying and there was only thing I could think of, wanting Sam deep inside me. I pulled my clothes off as quickly as I could until I was stark naked in front of Sam. "My god Adam, you're amazing" Sam said as he looked up at me. "I want you to fuck me Sam" I sighed as I straddled him. I coated my hand in spit and ran it up & down his cock, lubing it up as much as I could because I knew it would be a bit of work to get him inside me. "Take another hit of the poppers" Adam told me, "They'll loosen up your hole & make it a lot easier". I took a massive hit and aimed his cock at my virgin hole. My eyes widened as I felt the head of his cock inside me and moaned in a mixture of pain & pleasure. "Just gently ease your way down" Sam told me and I started to work his cock inside me, holding it as I tried to control things. Before I knew it he was halfway inside me and I already felt so full! "You're doing great baby" Sam said, looking into my eyes. I knew then that it was my job that night to do everything I could please this beautiful man. I took one more hit and sat down on his cock, feeling his balls rubbing against mine. "Ooooh yes" I moaned in delight and kissed Sam deeply. "You like being inside me, my sexy man?" "You're so tight and beautiful" he replied as I rocked on his cock. "The only thing is, you've got me so horny, I don't think I'll last very long. That's alright my man, we've got all the time in the world" and I started to ride him, taking another hit before handing them to him. He took a massive hit & seemingly within seconds screamed "OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA CUM!!!!!" Knowing what I liked when I was about to cum, I held his face in my hands and kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before. It should've been strange to me that I was so willing to take on the female role in this situation but I just wanted to make my man happy. The moment I felt the first spurt of cum paint the inside of my ass I was so happy that this sexy guy wanted to plant his seed inside me. I rocked gently on him, milking his hard cock before it flopped out of me. I let out a little groan of disappointment "Turn around and let me look at you" Sam said. I eagerly turned round & bent over to present my ass to him as he adjusted his pants, pushing them all the way down, hands in his pockets. "Ooops, little bit of cum seeping out." He said and quickly pushed a couple of fingers inside me to get it back in while I giggled. I felt a sharp pain but just figured it was due to my ass getting fucked for the first time... END OF PART FOUR

I've been getting myself on a habit of working out four days a week, trying to maintain my pleasantly cub-esque form, and have been fairly happy with the results thus far. The gym is in San Francisco, and while it's not a 'gay gym' officially, about 90% of its members are the same guys you'll see at the Eagle Tavern donning their leather and smoking their cigars later on. As a result, I've always found this gym to be a fucking turn-on with the ripe mansmells, the beards and chain collars, and the almost mandatory eye-fucking of one another. The place is sexually charged. I normally work out Monday-Thursday after my office closes. I've tried going to the gym with my coworkers who basically do all cardio, no lifting, and the place is filled with early 20's girls in their yoga pants and the gym "bro" type grunting to show off to the aforementioned girls. That place wasn't for me. This week I found myself too busy with work on Thursday so that I wasn't able to make it to the gym before it closed. Friday and Saturday are usually a night of drinking with a few friends, or slutting around by some means (which I did end up doing, by getting my hole bred by a hot Latino bear both nights into the wee hours). Therefore, I found myself waking up early to get there on Sunday before it got busy. I was still pretty tired from the long nights before, but could either sleep for the rest of the day or go find something (someone?) else to do. As I had anticipated, the gym was fairly empty when I got there. A few older men on the cardio machines, not even watching each other but rather watching the news. I figured I'd be in and out within an hour. Getting changed in the locker room, tumbleweeds could've rolled by, it was empty! I stripped down to change and enjoyed a free moment to just let everything hang out. The smell of this locker room always made my dick chub up a bit, and my hole pucker. I stuck one leg up on the bench so that I could reach back and finger my hole a bit. Still wet with cum from the night before, still loose. I started with two fingers, then worked up to three fingers; This was heaven. I started to hear footsteps on the tiled floor so quickly quit my shenanigans and started getting into my gym garb. The footsteps approached me and I looked to my left to see a beautiful, mid-40s man opening his locker. He sported a full, dark beard, huge biceps and a baseball cap that basically said "I don't give a shit". I tried to be subtle while I glanced down to what he was sporting below the waist. Some mighty toned calves (friends don't let friends skip leg day!) and a sizeable package pushing the front of his shorts forward. I stood up, locked my locker and caught his eye, at which point he gave me a smirk. My hole puckered again. The gym floor was still empty and I had access to all of the weights I wanted. I decided it should be chest day and made my way to the rarely-empty press bench. Racked em up, got down and started to pump. After my third set I saw the same daddy from the locker room approaching, and dead stopped in front of me. I unplugged my earbuds and looked up at him stuttering something like "uh, s-sorry, 2 more sets, I promise". His voice was just as sexy as he was, deep and confident when he responded "No, it wasn't that. I used to be a trainer and I think you could be benching more...." I thought about what he said and he was right. I had planned on taking it easy today since my coffee hadn't even kicked in, but I should've been taking it seriously. "You're right. I can handle more" I responded. He grabbed two nearby 35 pound weights and slid them onto the bars, adding about 15 more pounds than my last record. "Think you can handle that?" he inquired, looking me dead in the eyes. While nervous, I wanted to impress this guy. "Sure, no problem" I said, trying to hide the trepidation in my voice. This would be a challenge, I knew. I think he saw right through me and added "I'll spot you, just in case." He positioned himself above my head and I caught a smell of his ripe balls, which made my cock jump. I had hoped he hadn't noticed. FOCUS, I told myself, but it was hard. Halfway through the first set I started struggling, but Daddy was right there to cheer me on. "You got this, keep breathing. Three more, almost done. Two more. One aaand done. Nice job kid." I was sweating already, probably half from the workout and half from this quintessential man hovering over me. "Take a few minutes and then we can finish your last set". I didn't know if I had another one in me but I wasn't about to say no. When I got back down under him I could see his shorts slightly tenting... and then I caught it. He had positioned himself just right so that I could somewhat see up the leg of his shorts and what a sight it was. A veiny, uncut cock, semi-hard that looked wide enough to tear me open. My heart was racing, but I took a deep breath and tried to get back to the task at hand. I made it through five of my eight reps and that was all I could do. I was a bit embarrassed failing in front of him but he just gave me this picture-perfect smile and said "Good job!", which made my heart flutter again. We introduced ourselves, me and Chris and him as Tom, I said thanks, and we parted to finish our workouts. Through the rest of my workout, he was always somewhat nearby on another machine or bench, working those massive biceps. I couldn't help but continue to steal glances, and caught the fact that I wasn't exactly being subtle about it. I was redeemed by the fact that I caught him doing the same thing a few times. After a pretty hefty session, I called it quits since I could barely lift my arms at that point. Daddy was nowhere to be found so I couldn't say goodbye, and I headed for the showers. I crammed my sweat-drenched jock and clothes into the locker, grabbed my favorite soap (gym-provided soaps always suck) and made my way, towel wrapped around my waist, to the showers). Two of the six shower stalls were occupied when I arrived so I took my favorite one at the end. They had plastic walls and doors so there was, unfortunately, no peeking. A few minutes into my shower I found my dick would just not go down, and my hole needed some fingers crammed up there to play with that load of cum from the night before. I started to furiously jack my own cock, while ramming three fingers in and out of my battered cunt. This wouldn't take long, especially after Tom's obvious teasing. I was lost in the moment on the verge of orgasm when I heard my door open and shut, and tried to cover myself to turn around when I saw Tom in his naked glory coming in behind me. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest but he wasn't about to play the hey, will you wash my back for me? game. Instead, he grabbed my by the back of my head and forcefully kissed me. Wow this man could kiss, and his beard brushing my face felt so good. When we broke off the kiss, I just looked at him unsure of what to say. "C'mon boy, I saw your mouth watering when you looked up my shorts. I knew exactly what you wanted. I saw you fingering your hole in the locker room before getting dressed." Shit, he saw that? Well, no harm I guess if this was the result. I looked down at his cock, and damn! At full mast it was even more impressive: veiny, thick, uncut and about nine inches long. I definitely hadn't seen one like that in a long time. When he noticed me looking down, he chuckled. "Yeah, I knew you wanted it," and with that he pulled me in for another deep, wet kiss. I felt his hand creeping down my back to my furry ass, and then felt one of his fingers prod at my hole. "Well, looks like someone beat me to the punch. How fresh is that load, boy?" I could feel myself blushing. "Last night..." "Hmmmm, so it's not from this morning? Well, we'll just have to fix that. Push some out for me." Flushed, I pushed out as much cum as I could into his waiting hand. He brought it up to his face and took a quick lick at it. I saw his dick throb harder when he did that, and he brought his still-cummy hand down to his cock, smearing that slime all over it. WIthout another word, he pushed my hands up against the wall and lined up his cock with my hole. I was glad, at that moment, that I had been fingering my hole all morning because a cock like his was meant for destruction. "You want this, boy?" "Mmmmmm" was all I could mutter out, getting the feeling he was going to give it to me whether I liked it or not. Hi lined up that foreskin-lined-head of his cock right up against my hole, and I pushed my hole out to try to ease the entry. As he pushed forward a bit, I felt the head pop in and I shuddered. It hurt a bit, but nothing unbearable. Then he shoved in a few more inches, brushing hard against my prostate, at which point a giant gob of precum decided to puddle around and drip off of my own rod. "Ready for the rest?" he asked. "Yes, please give it to me" I whimpered, lost in the ecstasy and taboo of getting fucked in the shower. And he did, he gave it to me, all of it. In one long stroke, he bottomed out in my hole, making me gasp loudly into steamy air. Quickly, he used his right hand to cover my mouth, quite tightly, and stayed perfectly still. "Shhhh boy, we don't want to attract any uninvited attention. I don't want to lose my membership here, I just started!" With that, he began thrusting in and out, slowly. My ass felt so full, so perfect at that time. The way my ass should always feel. This is what I needed, something more intense and primal than just pump 'n' dump from the bar. He started picking up pace and really battering my swollen hole. Every time his head brushed my prostate I shuddered, and more precum leaked out of my cock. This was bliss. He began long-dicking me, all the way out, then all the way in. Every time he pulled out my hole was left gaping, which just made him getting back in that much easier. "God boy, that load in your hole feels so good oozing around my cock. I'm gonna blow soon. You want that?" "Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes SIR" I whispered, ready to do what EVER this man wanted. "You like servicing men?" "Yes!" "I'm not going to say this again. Yes what?" "Yes SIR, I live to service men!" "Good fucker. Your hole is meant for it." He started to furiously thrust his cock all the way into my guts, causing a pleasure/pain that was indescribable. I couldn't stand it anymore and reached down to stroke my own cock. Suddenly, his hand flew down to my wrist and snatched it away from my poor neglected dick. "If you like servicing men, you need to learn that that's your job. Your dick doesn't have anything to do with that!" Like a dejected puppy, I just whimpered "Yes, SIR." My cock was so hard that it hurt, but he was right. He grabbed my other wrist and crossed my arms behind my back with a deadly grip. "Just be quiet boy, I'm almost there." Using my restrained arms for leverage, he pummeled my hole until I felt his cock growing even fatter. My hole was making sloppy sounds around it and then his arm flew around my neck and held me there while he emptied his balls into my guts, as deep as his cock could go. He held me there, my slightly choking around his massive bicep while he shot volley after volley of seed into my swollen hole. After several minutes of sitting just like that, my own cock still straining for attention, he slowly slid out. His load went so deep in me, nothing could possibly fall out at this point. Tom turned me around and looked me in the eye before pulling me in for a no less passionate kiss than before. "I want more of that hole." I nearly jumped with excitement at the prospect of getting another intense session like that. "Yeah? When?" "Later today." Well there we go, I had plans for the afternoon. We wandered out of the shower, drying off, and heading back to our neighboring lockers. While getting dressed, I had to ask. "So when?" "Give me your phone." "Okay" I said, handing it to him. "You're a slow learner, aren't you?" It took me a minute, before realizing the error I had made. "Yes SIR," I responded, taking pride in the fact that I had figured out what he meant. "Better. We'll work on that. Here," he said, handing my phone back to me. He had entered his contact information and an address, not far from the gym, and a time. "You come take care of this cock again, and then you can come to my Superbowl party." "Yes SIR, sounds like fun." I figured a few beers and hotwings after a wild day would be a good way to relax. "You mind helping out at the party, boy?" "No, not at all SIR." "Good, I can always use a bit of help at these things." "Yes SIR, I can do that." "Good. It was nice to... um... meet you, Chris" he said with a wink. All dressed, he grabbed his duffel bag and headed toward the exit. He stopped in his tracks and turned around: "I don't want you touching that cock, or emptying out my load. Got it?" "Yes SIR, got it. I'll just go find some clean clothes and get something to eat, and then I'll head over." "Just wear what you've got on, it's nothing fancy" he responded, with a little evil in his eyes. "But my jock is pretty much soaked fr-" he cut me off at that. "I know, boy. Do as I say, and you'll be rewarded." "Yes SIR, understood." "I'll see you then." He grabbed a muscle milk from the cashier and headed out the door. I was close to follow and I caught a glimpse of him getting into the passenger side of another man's truck, who must have been waiting for him. From inside the truck he caught my eye and I smiled, and then he turned over to talk to the other man and pointed at me with a big grin on his face. The driver grew his own big shit-eating grin and they drove off. I couldn't help but wonder what he said to the other guy, but I imagine it was something along the lines of "That's the dumb slut I just bred in the shower who was whimpering like a fag as I fucked him."., just a few hours to get something to eat before I head over to his place to ride that dick again, and enjoy some Superbowl festivities...

Just left a sex party that a guy from BBRTS set up at a hotel. It was a group of about 10 guys, I got 3 loads and gave 2. All within about an hour. I don't even know who was fucking me but I sure felt all 3 loads. My hole is sloppy right now. so HOT

A twink has been messaging me for a while on BBRT and NKP. Thought he was just a timewaster, but he messaged me earlier tonight and thought I'd call his bluff. Asked for his address and phone number, which he gave me. He didn't ask for my number so I didn't offer it. He's only about 10 minutes from my place so I figured no harm in testing him out. I got to his place, pushed the buzzer and he told me to head up. We hadn't discussed any scenes apart from loading him up, but the door was open and I heard some porn on, so i just went in and closed the door. I looked through and he was on his knees with his arse in the air. Bingo :-) I went in, stripped off behind him and had a good look at him. He was true to his word. Early 20s and nice furry arse. Figured I'd eat him out for a bit, which seemed to hit the spot. I had a bit of precum by then, which i figured was good enough. Put my cock head on his cunt then he just pushed back. His cunt felt great. Had to do my best not to shoot my load right away, but as it turned out I managed to dump a couple of loads up him. Right little cumdump. I'll be going back for more and will try to get some pics next time.

Got 2 today. One totally anon hookup came over, had door open, blindfolded, ass up in a jock. He rimmed me, then shoved in raw and shot his load after a few pumps. Was still horny so went to a local cruzy public bathroom and had another totally anon random guy load me. Loved it.

Huntsville - Get hit up on Grindr by a black 22 year old - 5'8" 130# asking what I was up to and if I was "Looking"? He attached 2 pics, one of him from the side with his cock hanging down and the other a full-front with his cock semi-hard, appearing to be absolutely huge! When a guy sends me only cock/body pics I assume he's a top. So I sent back my ass pics and a pic of me taking a raw black cock. I said "Yes, I'm looking, but I only take raw cock." He said, "OK, where do I come to"? That was easy! What wasn't easy was the set up of this hotel. It's literally in the airport terminal and the elevators to the guest floors require a key. That drives me nuts. But a determined whore will get his way. So when he arrived I told him which elevators to go to and I put a key on the floor of the elevator and sent it to the first floor. 20 seconds after the door closed he sent a message saying he got the key. I gave him the room number and by the time he got there I was ass up, face down. At his age, he got hard without needing any oral (which is perfect for me). I don't carry lube with me, so he ate my hole a bit and used that spit to slide his freaking HUGE cock into my hole. After 7 or 8 inches I thought he was done, but I was wrong. That cock was massive. Must've been 9 or 10 inches. He fucked me good while I hit the poppers. Then he stopped and told me to roll over. GRRR. OK, fine. So I have my legs in the air and he tries to suck my cock. Well, when I'm getting fucked I don't stay hard. It's like my cock goes away unless I play with it. So he just decided to breed me. He fucked me pretty hard and we did this hot, intimate, lips touching but not kissing fucking. I was holding him and he was pounding me. Imagine the ass on a hot black 22 year old that runs and plays tennis. I had a great time just grabbing onto his cheeks as he pushed in and out of me. He spread my legs really wide and thrust in extra deep when he shot his load. Then he slowly collapsed down onto my chest. I rubbed his back and his arms and caressed his head as he lay there. He didn't get up for 90 seconds or so. He was nice and sweaty and his cock never got soft enough to slide out. It was quite hot. I still have his load in me but I have to go to bed so no more load taking tonight. Tomorrow looks like I'll be in Boca again, so hopefully get to have dinner with my dad and maybe meet up with this young Latino boy I wanna give a massage to. Have a good night, Pigs!

I worked my way out from underneath the large, black man, as the girl came over and shook him roughly. He barely stirred in his sleep. "He gonna be out for a while. You must have done it up big," she said matter of factly. I, meanwhile, was turning a new shade of crimson, and was picking mu my clothes and getting dressed as quickly as I could. "I need to go," was all I could think to say. She just shrugged and said, "If you say so," she walked out the door, and I followed a few seonds later. I looked around, but she had literally disappeared - there was no one out, only cars driving down Fourth. I hightailed it back to 4th and main - a long trek. Had I really followed him all that distance? I breathed a sigh o f relief when Imsaw my car. I unlocked it, started up, and sped back toward the 'burbs. As I walked in, my dad was just leaving for work. He gave me a wink on his way out, and put his hands up to his chest to mimick a set of large breasts. I smiled weakly and ran up to my room. In the shower, I started feeling funny - a little dizy, a little sick to my stomach. I shook it off when I realized that his two huge loads were involuntarily seeping out of my hole. I felt like a slut, and loved it! I knew right then, without a doubt, that I loved sex with me. I was, as my dad would say with derision so often, a "fag." But at that moment, with cum dripping onto the shower floor, I could care less.. I got a man of with my hole - no, my pussy, as he callled it. I have a pussy, and it makes huge black men cum. I got hard, jacked off, and sat on my bed, thinking about where I could get more guys to fuck me. *** *** *** Fast-forward three days and 11 hours. I am back in the bookstore with my ass pressed up against a hole in the wall. An unknown dick is pumping in an out of my wet hole, sloshing around a load from the last cock. The bookstore is a can't-miss hookup. I have been fucked four times, and each one was as diferent as the last. But none were as good as my black daddy. I had not sen him since that morning I ran out of his place, buttoning my pants on the way out the door. The man on the other side of the wall groaned and shot his load. I milked his cock with my hole, and he eventually slid out and left the booth. I buttoned up,my Brittanica jeans and peeked out the door for a glimpse of my latest fuck a short, dumpy white guy, middle aged, was waddling out of the peeps. He left a nice load in me. Too bad for his wife, i got it instead. And then, just like last time, there he was. Standing outside of a booth, rubbing his crotch and staring right through me. I felt cold inside, then my ass twitched and my dick started to inflate again. He ran a hand all the way down the length of his cock, bulging through that same pair of checked pants. It was onscenely huge. Had i really taken that whole thing. "Hey, bboy," he said. "You back again?" I walked over to him, my pussy went with fresh cum. "I haven't been able to think about anything but you laying on top of my." "You got a fine pussy. Suck the cum right out of a man's dick." Despite the roughness and crudity, I was proud, and more than a little turned on. " I can do it again," I said. He turned and walked into the movie theater. I knew what that meant by nnow,, so I followed close behind. Once we got inside, i dropped to my kneews. In seconds, his cock was down my throat. "Damn, baby," he said. "You got a pussy in your yeah, eat dat dick."mouth, too!" I just grunted as Ii kept working his dick. Within a few minutes, I felt a new set of hands on my head, and heard another voice, thick with ghetto accent, whisper, "Yeah, boy, eat dat dick." I obliged - all the way down,and ran my tongue over his heavy balls. He moaned. "Damn!" Said the new guy. "I want some of that!" "Five bucks," said my man. What?! I was being sold? Instead of shock or shame, I felt hugely flattered. "Fuck dat," said the new guy as he backed off. My man responded, "That's another five." The new guy stopped in his tracks. He moved closer, looking me over as I kept throating that giant cock. "Yeah, but not here." "Let's go," my man said as he pulled his dick from my throat. "Come on, girl," he said. I followed. What else could I do? I knew I wanted those cocks to fuck me. In the back of my mind, I was also hoping that he'd have more of whatever was in that needle.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

Before we knew his name, we called him Neighbor Boy. Brian saw him first. On a gorgeous Saturday in May, I walked into the kitchen to see my husband jacking his fat dick while sneaking glances out the window. When he heard me approach, he flashed a piggish grin and motioned me over. That’s when I caught my first glimpse of Neighbor Boy. He was shirtless, maybe 18 or 19, and hauling boxes into his family’s new home. His face, square-jawed and intense, was still boyish in a lot of ways, but you could easily see the drop-dead-handsome man he was becoming. And to make things even hotter, he was obviously packing a man-size piece of meat, judging from the package bouncing between his legs. As sweat ran down the ridges of his abs, his shorts began to slip past the beltline, exposing just a bit of what appeared to be a bubble-perfect jockbutt. My eyes followed the dark line of sweat forming between his asscheeks; I wanted to bury my face in the fresh boy-musk around his crotch, his pits, his fuckhole. Brian turned to me with an evil grin. “That boy is ours,” he said, still furiously jacking his cock. Then, with a grunt, he sprayed three powerful volleys of thick, unmedicated poz cum across the kitchen sink. * * * Brian and I have been together for 10 years. I’m 35; he’s 40. People tease us about looking like twins, and I can see why: we both have dark brown hair, beards, and hairy chests. We also have cocks that are roughly the same size, about 8.5” by 6.5”. And when our big dicks spring out of our jockstraps at the same time, we can usually turn a run-of-the-mill bottomboy into a trashy, knocked-up dickpig in no time at all. It wasn’t always that way. Back when we met, Brian was a top. I was vers, but I wouldn’t let him fuck me raw. My reasoning was simple: I was neg, he was poz. And then one night, he invited me to his house for a homemade dinner. It was my birthday, and he’d hinted at some kind of surprise. I had no idea what was in store: halfway through my first cocktail, I started to slur my speech. I remember asking him what was going on, but Brian just stood there, grinning like a demon and rubbing his cock through his jeans as I slipped into unconsciousness. When I woke up, I found myself suspended in midair, my body swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm. In my drugged-up stupor, it took me a few minutes to realize that I was directly underneath a large mirror on the ceiling. Very slowly, I managed to process the image I saw in the mirror: for some reason I was naked, with my legs splayed wide and arms tied back. I’d heard of slings, but I’d never been in one. And just then, it dawned on me that my body was swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm because a total stranger was pounding my hole. That’s when I heard Brian’s voice cut through the noise in that dark, crowded, sweat-stenched room: “The second booty bump definitely woke him up,” he said. Right about then, the guy fucking me started to convulse, and everyone in the room shouted encouragement as he thrust in and out of my hole frenetically. Next I heard a loud round of clapping and grunting from the crowd, followed by an odd sensation of warmth and wetness when that cock pulled out of me. My hole released the stranger's mushroom head with a subtle *pop*, and then I suddenly felt an emptiness in my ass, as if my knocked-up cunt somehow wasn’t complete anymore without a raw dick lodged deep inside. But the emptiness didn’t last. Within a matter of seconds, I felt the familiar contours of Brian’s cock inside me. “Hey, baby,” he said, his big dick making an unfamiliar sloshing sound as he fucked away. “That was load number four, and you've just begun. It’s your birthday, remember? My gift is to get you fuckin’ pregnant. You want another poz load?” I stared at him, uncomprehending. Then my eyes grew wide as I realized what all this meant. “No,” I said. “Fuck no. I don’t want to be sick. You know that. What the fuck are you doing?” “Oh, please—you have no idea what you want,” he replied. “From the moment we met, I saw right through you. You’re just another clean-cut, handsome boy waiting for somebody to give you permission to be a cumpig. I mean, just look at your dick right now—it’s harder than I’ve ever seen it.” I glanced down at my cock, and I could see it dripping beads of precum onto my abs. Meanwhile, Brian kept pounding me. “Your dick seems to be a few steps ahead of your brain at the moment, because your dick knows what you need,” he said. “And what you need, little piggy, is an ass full of fresh poz loads. Don’t worry—your brain will catch up to your cock before the night’s through. Until then, we’ll just gangrape you full of poz seed, OK?" "FUCK YOU." "Sorry, bud, but I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You're the one getting fucked tonight, remember? You're getting fucked and bred and, if you're really lucky, maybe even pozzed. So...are you ready to beg for another dirty load, boy?” “Fuck no, Brian. I don’t want this. Fucking stop, OK? STOP.” He didn’t stop. Instead, he nodded to someone behind me, and I was quickly muzzled and blindfolded. Brian stopped thrusting for a moment, lodging his cock deep in my hole, and ordered me to stay perfectly still unless I wanted to get hurt. In the stillness that followed, someone wrapped a tourniquet around my bicep. I felt a pinch in my arm, and the tourniquet came loose. Almost immediately, I gasped as a wave of dark energy rushed to my chest, my lungs, my cock, my ass. I coughed violently, and I struggled to catch my breath while the dark wave kept crashing through my nervous system. And just as Brian predicted, that's when my brain finally caught up with my cock. I was in heat. I loved the feeling of Brian's raw dick pounding me full of toxic seed. And by the end of the night, I would whimper and moan anytime my hole wasn’t stretched around a charged-up cock. I'd been transformed from a neg condom queen to a bareback slampig in a matter of hours. In the years since, Brian and I have developed a knack for initiating young men into the world of chemsex, feeding drugs to unsuspecting boys before knocking them up. The hottest of all, I think, was the seduction of Brian’s college-age nephew. And it didn’t happen on just any night, either, but on the night of our wedding. This kid was a hot little faggot with a naturally hungry butt. He was deeply closeted, but Brian and I saw right through him in a second. So after flirting with him on the dancefloor, then feeding him our dicks in a restroom stall, we took him back to the honeymoon suite, smoked him out with the glass pipe, and slathered Tina-laced lube all over his fratboy fuckhole. Within 15 minutes, he was taking a seat on my raw cock and bouncing on it like a natural-born bitch. Eight hours (and two giant slams) later, Brian’s fratboy nephew was a confirmed chemwhore, proudly spreading his wrecked fuckhole while it oozed loads from 11 strangers. Even then, he was still shoving fingers hungrily into his cunt, pleading for another slam of Tina in his arm. Instead, we dropped him off at our dealer’s house with instructions to push every boundary possible until this boy was corrupted through and through. Our dealer didn’t disappoint, and within a month or two our fratboy nephew was a slampig escort with a real talent for getting double-fisted. We couldn’t be prouder. * * * The day after we saw Neighbor Boy for the first time, we introduced ourselves to his parents. Over the course of a 30-minute conversation that included far too many details about the sister we didn’t care to meet, we found out exactly what we needed to know: Neighbor Boy’s name was Dalton, and he was finishing up his senior year at McKinley High. He’d just turned 18. He had a steady girlfriend named Melissa, and he’d landed a scholarship to be a kicker for one of the state university football teams. “Oh, and one more thing,” Dalton’s father said to us. “We’ll be chaperoning our daughter’s class trip to Washington, D.C. at the beginning of June. Dalton is perfectly capable of running the house by himself for a week, but could you just make sure he doesn’t throw any giant keggers? We’d really appreciate it.” We nodded eagerly, because we’d found our window of opportunity. As the conversation wrapped up, we slipped our hands in our pockets, attempting to hide the bulges from our rapidly hardening cocks. * * * When Brian and I returned home, we closed the door and fell into a deep, sloppy kiss. We would do whatever necessary to fill all of Dalton’s holes with chems. And if we had our way, he’d be going to college in the fall with poz blood flowing through his veins. “I wonder if Jesse knows Dalton,” Scott said. “That could be hot.” I nodded and grabbed my phone. “Let’s give him a ring.” We love Jesse because he’s an evil pig. But we love him even more because he’s an evil pig who happens to look like a blond, buff Mormon. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a lumberjack. Like Dalton, he’s a senior at McKinley, and we’d initiated him about six months earlier after chatting him up on a bareback fetish site. We pozzed him on the day after his 18th birthday. He was already entertaining some very dark fantasies by the time we found him—apparently he’d been watching bareback porn and trolling fetish chatrooms for years. But unlike most of the naïve little faggots we corrupt with chems and impregnate with toxic seed, Jesse was eager to get slammed into the stratosphere, and he required no encouragement to spread his muscled boybutt for our poz dicks. And now, in the months since his seroconversion, he’s been helping us lure boys to the world of chem-fueled bareback fucking. Jesse answered my call right away. Yes, he said, he was pretty good friends with Dalton, who was basically the hottest guy in the entire fucking school. We asked if Jesse was planning to hang out with Dalton anytime soon. Yes, he replied: he’d be at Dalton’s pool party the following weekend. “You guys should come, because a lot of the parents will be there,” he said. “I’ll tell Dalton to invite you. And I'll tell you something else: everybody at school would swear he’s straight, but I just don’t know. I get a weird vibe from him. Maybe not a gay vibe, but like a curious vibe.” “So you’re saying there might be a faggot buried deep inside that boy?” I asked. “Just a hunch,” Jesse replied. “Well, in that case,” said Scott, “it’s time for us to get deep inside Dalton and find out.” MORE SOON...

My parents divorced when I was seven, and outside of cards on my birthday and the holidays, I didn’t hear from Dad. My mother only said that the divorce happened because Dad found someone else but she never went into more details, leaving me to think Dad left us for another woman. When my mother passed away when I was 20, my Father came to the funeral and re-introduced himself to me. Having not seen him in 13 years, it was scary to see how much we both looked like each other. While he was late 40’s and showing signs of graying, we were both 6’ 4’’. He was about 260 pounds with a bit of a beer belly while I was about 235. He suggested when things settled down for me we should meet for coffee and catch up. A couple of weeks later we met at a local coffee house, and Dad said that he lived about an hour away out on a farm with his partner, Sam, and Sam's son, James. Dad explained that while married to Mom, he realized he preferred being with men, and once he met Sam, he couldn’t stay with my mother any longer. He added my Mother hadn't wanted him to be part of my life as she was afraid that I would turn out to be like him. Obviously it was very shocking to hear all of this at one time especially with my Mother gone, other than my Father, I was alone in the world. In any event, Dad said he wanted to be part of my life again - if I was willing to let him in. Over the next few weeks, we got together a couple of times, and increasingly I felt comfortable with him, eventually asking him why he decided he preferred men. "Well, I've found that with the right guy, the attraction and sex is so much better than being with a woman," and adding "James has recently come out to us, and we're very happy to support him as he comes to understand himself." Dad also mentioned that given that he and Sam are so open about their relationship, it didn't seem at all surprising that James had come out to them. Meanwhile, when I wasn't with Dad, or working, or with my buddies, I started to watch first bisexual and then gay porn, just to see what it was about. While I thought I was straight, the sight of two guys fucking intrigued me, so as discretely as I could I asked Dad about what he and Sam did. "We take turns fucking each other," Dad replied, adding "since we're partnered, we always fuck bare, as we both feel sex should be bare between people who love each other." More for me to mull over. A few weeks later Dad suggested I come out to his place for the weekend to meet Sam and James, describing Sam as being in his early 40’s, about 5’ 9”, 235 pounds, and that James, although only 20, was a spitting image of his father. I accepted his invitation, and on the selected Friday night, I arrived at Dad’s place shortly after 8:00 P.M. Sam, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts, answered the door and immediately pulled me into a tight hug. I was startled when I realized I could feel his hardening cock against my body. I also felt one of his hands reach for my ass, but I blew it off as an accident. "I'm very glad I've finally gotten to meet you," Sam said, "...welcome to our family." After a few more pleasantries, Sam said my Father and James were in the basement rec room watching a movie, and suggested we go down to meet them. With that, Sam led me through the house, gesturing for me to precede him down the staircase. Arriving at the foot of the staircase, I saw Dad and James, but I also saw the movie on the TV screen, and my attention was riveted on the video: the movie Dad and James were watching was not the usual movie but instead was hardcore bareback gay porn, and moreover, Dad and James, who had been making out, were wearing only thongs. As I stared at the unexpected scene before me, Sam came up behind me, now naked, his 8” cock fully erect, and whispered in my ear "Do you like what you are seeing?" Although I might have been speechless, Sam knew what to do: he reached for my cock and quietly remarked "Yeah, it looks like you do like it." Next thing I knew Sam assisted me in stripping off my shirt and pants, leaving me with only my boxers, and, as he caressed my cock, he began kissing me, initially tentatively, but with increasing passion as his tongue snaked itself into my mouth, even as we gradually worked our way across the room to the sofa where Dad and James were still making out. Then, extracting himself from James' grasp, Dad stood-up and gave me a warm kiss, the first we had exchanged since I was a toddler, but unlike those early kisses, this kiss was deep, long and intense. Then, looking deeply into my eyes, Dad said simply "You're home now," as he then resumed kissing me, even as Sam and James began playing with my cock and my ass, licking and caressing both, leaving my ass in particular, very slick. James then began exploring my ass, inserting first one, then two fingers into my body. I could feel his unexpectedly sharp nails abrade my hole, but I was too distracted by Dad and Sam to pay Sam much attention, but I was fully aware when Dad said "Now it's time for you to truly become part of the family," a phrase that didn't have any additional meaning to me, after all he and Sam had said pretty much the same thing scarcely ten minutes earlier, but I went along with Dad's instructions as he positioned me on my knees and he pushed my head down onto Sam’s cock. It was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and Sam's very salty precum struck me as delicious, so I did my best to suck and lick my first cock, noticing as I did so, a bio-hazard tattoo on Sam’s stomach, but before I could ask about it, Dad slid his cock into my ass. I was very tight being an anal virgin but my dad slowly worked his cock deep inside of me and then slowly started fucking me. As he was fucking me bare he started talking about breeding me and making me part of the family like Sam and James were. He said that my mother was right to keep us apart but now that she was gone, he would truly make me his son again. After about 20 minutes of him pounding my ass, he finally grunted as he shot his cum deep inside of me. As he finally pulled out, James then replaced him in fucking me. As my dad and Sam started kissing each other I noticed the same bio-hazard tattoo on my dad. My dad said that the tattoos meant that they were both poz, as was James. My dad had decided if I came to visit that he would make me part of the family and this was their plan, and that when James had been working his fingers into my ass, he had made sure his sharp finger nails cut-up the inside of my ass, with the intention of ensuring that not only would they all fuck me, but that I would like convert. James worked me over and then he slowly maneuvered me so he was laying down and fucking me in a position that allowed Sam and Dad to see James' cock when it slid out of my hole: it was covered in pinkish cum. Sam immediately to James' position, and and continued the assault on my ass. Sam wasted no time in telling me that wanted me in the family, and would love to show me how to fuck like a man as he had shown my father back when. Sam was merciless in his pounding of my hole, which steadily leaked cum. Then, when I didn’t think I could take any more, Sam blew his load in my ass. I passed out from all the fucking. To be continued….

I don’t think I’m your typical gay man. I’m about 5’11, 160 lbs., shaved head, full beard and mustache, with a ton of ink and very versatile with play. I find piercings, especially prince albert and septum piercings, very erotic. I also love bearded and heavily tattooed guys. I have always been instantly turned on by the kinkier, sleazier side of sex. I enjoy going to the bathhouses, bookstores, and love gloryhole sex. Watersports parties, getting soaked with piss and drinking piss from “the tap” are all very hot to me. I also get into slings, toys, and dirty talk with sex. But I also have a turn on for taboo sex. Taboo bareback sex!! I have never been into condoms. I love bareback sex, anonymous bareback sex. I’ve taken a ton of cum down my throat. I have fucked guys bareback and cum in them. I love getting fucked bareback too, but I have never let a guy cum in my ass. I’ve resisted my desire to be a cum dump for a long time for fear of contracting HIV, even though I go online and chat with guys about my desire to take poz cum and get charged up. I have even seen guys walking down the street with biohazard tattoos on their arms, proudly displaying their HIV status. Just the sight of their biohazard tattoo gives me an instant erection. My desire to knowingly take poz cum has grown more and more difficult to resist. I no longer want to resist this turn on. I want to take load after load of poz cum and charge up. It consumes my thoughts. It’s 6pm on a Friday night in Chicago, and it has been a long week. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and warm. To kick off my weekend I decided to head to my favorite corner coffee shop and have a light dinner. I ordered my usual latte and sandwich and decided to grab a table in the outdoor dining area and unwind. I love people watching and cruising, and today is no exception. The streets of Boystown are busy as usual with sexy men. It’s been about 20 minutes, and I’ve had plenty of eye candy to enjoy. Then I spot him. He rounds the corner. My eyes travel up and down his trim body. He’s just my type of guy, nicely built with a shaved head, long beard, and full sleeves of ink. Curls of hair stick out above the neck line of his t-shirt. As he walks past me to enter the coffee shop I can see the outline of his cock down the right leg of his jeans. I can feel my cock pulsing with approval in my pants. After a few minutes he remerges from the coffee shop and sits a few tables from me. I glance over at him from time to time, trying not to stare. As I look back at him my eyes make their way up his perfect body. I’m caught. He’s staring directly into my eyes. He looks at me continuously then gives me a nod with a little grin. His eyes stay fixed on me for a brief moment, then he gets up and approaches my table. As he put out his hand he said, “Hi, I’m Paul.” I reached out and shook his hand. He had a firm handshake. “I’m Adam.” “Care if I join you, Adam?” “Of course not, have a seat.” “I couldn’t help but notice you checking me out. I know you definitely caught my eye too.” I grinned and nervously chuckled then said, “Yeah, I’m guilty. I have a thing for guys with beards and tattoos, and you’re quite handsome….hard to take my eyes off you.” He said, “Well, I like the same things in my men. I wonder what else turns you on.” After a slight pause he said, “This is going to sound like such a line, but do you come here often, because this is one of my favorite spots, and I don’t remember seeing you here before today?” “yeah, I come here pretty often. This is my favorite coffee shop. We must have been missing each other.” “Well, I’d love to run into you here again, Adam. I was admiring your beard and tattoos…. You’re very sexy.” “Thanks. I have a lot of tattoos. I have a lot more planned and want to get my neck and hands inked too.” “A man after my heart…..woof. So what are you doing tonight? Want to hang out…maybe grab a beer?” “Sure, I’d love to.” “I usually hang out at a bar down the road. Want to head there for a few?” “Yes….definitely.” Paul walked out of the coffee shop ahead of me. He had a nice round ass that filled out his jeans so nicely. This man was really turning me on. We walked side by side to the bar, occasionally brushing against each other lightly as we walked. “So, Adam, I’m curious. You like beards and tattoos just like me. What else turns you on?” “Oh, I think I would surprise you, Paul. I can be a bit kinky.” “Ooooh, you got my attention,” as Paul touched me on the arm. “Tell me more….what’s kinky to you?” “Well, I know it’s not for everyone, but I get into watersports.” We arrived at the bar, and as we were walking in he said, “So, what do you enjoy with watersports? Getting pissed on, pissing on guys? Drinking piss?” I didn’t answer right away as we sat down at the bar and ordered two beers. We got our beers and Paul immediately continued our conversation. “So, you were telling me about your turn on to watersports…..” “Well, anything goes with piss for me. What do you think about that?” Paul reached over, grabbed my hand, and rubbed it across his crotch and down his leg. I could feel his cock was semi hard. I took my hand and grasped his rod. It was tightly pressed against his jeans and felt about 7 to 8 inches long. “Does that answer your question?” I could feel my cock getting hard in my jeans as I said, “I guess you are into piss play too.” “You bet I am, and a lot more.” “Like what?” “Well, I also love toys, and slings, and I only bareback when I play. I love cum.” This man was reading my mind. I felt like every word would make me melt right into his arms. “Now you have my cock getting hard, Paul.” Paul reached over and rubbed my leg then lightly brushed his hand across my semi hard cock. “So you like to bareback too?” “Yeah, I love bareback and love cum, but I’ve never let a guy cum in my ass. I’m still neg.” “Well, I’d love to be the first to cum in your ass, if you want me to, Adam.” My heart was beating faster and my cock was nearly fully erect at the thought of Paul filling my ass with his huge cock and cum. “There’s only one thing, Adam.” “What’s that?” Paul looked a little nervous too, “Once I start there’s no pulling out, ……and…..” Then Paul slowly lifted his shirt, lowered his jeans a bit, and showed me the tattoo on his abdomen. “See that tattoo?” “Yes.” “You know what it means don’t you?” He had a bold, black, biohazard tattoo just above his pubic line on the right side of his abdomen. My cock was raging hard, pulsing in my jeans. I was so turned on and so scared at the same time. Paul looked directly into my eyes, waiting for my response. “Yeah, I know what it means.” “And, how does that make you feel?” My eyes lit up, “You’re poz!! Do you want to poz me up?” “Well, if you want it, I’d love to give you my poz load.” I reached over and took Paul’s hand and rubbed it across my hard cock. “I guess that’s a yes. I was a little nervous, because I really like you, but I’d love to give you my seed.” I said, “This has been a fantasy of mine for so long. I’ve held back from being the cum pig I want to be, because I was afraid to poz….but yes, I want this. I have jacked off so many times fantasizing about taking toxic loads.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure. I want this!!” Why do you want it?” “I’ve been craving to play uninhibited and take all the poz cum I can get and poz up. I love cum. I want to be a poz, cum pig. I’m tired of resisting my turn on to poz.” “Well, Adam, I chased to poz, and I love being charged up. It’s also a huge turn on of mine, and I love to gift. I’ve been poz for just over two years, and I’m not on meds. You better be sure about this, because there’s a really good chance you will poz tonight if we do this. I have a fairly high viral load, so I’m pretty toxic.” It felt so good to talk to someone in person with the same turn on. I was so nervous, but wanted this so badly. Paul slowly reached up, put his hand on the back of my neck and head, and looked me directly in the eye. He leaned over and his lips slowly touched mine. Then he slid his tongue deep into my mouth and gave me the most erotic, passionate, French kiss I ever had. Then he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fill your ass with every drop of my poz cum tonight.” He then slid his hand onto my thigh and pressed his leg against mine. I leaned into his shoulder and slid my hand on his thigh and firmly grasped his hard cock. He kissed me again and said, “I have to take a piss, then do you want to head to my place?” “Yes, I’d love to.” Paul got up and walked into the bathroom. I got up and followed him. He was standing at the urinal trying to piss when I walked in. I came up behind him and slid my hands across his ass to his waist. Then I led him into the bathroom stall, and got down on my knees. I licked the head of his cock, then engulfed the head of his hard dick in my mouth. His cock was a full 8.5 inches, and my shaft was rock hard with excitement. I pressed firmly against my hard cock in my pants. “You want my piss too?” “Yes, feed me.” Paul stood still, fully erect, “Here it comes.” I felt the first drop of piss leak out of his piss hole. The sweet, salty taste made my cock even harder. Then he fed me more of his piss giving me enough to fill my mouth as I gulped every drop down. He slowly emptied every drop of piss down my throat then pulled me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, then hugged me. Our hard cocks pressed firmly against each other. “Do you have to piss too?” “Oh yeah.” Paul grinned, and slid down in front of me to his knees. He unzipped my jeans and pulled out my erect cock. We could both piss with hard-ons. He took my cock into his mouth, sucked it slowly then stopped with the tip of my cock in his mouth….waiting for me to feed him. I slowly let out a small amount of piss, stopping the stream each time I filled his mouth for him to gulp it down. As I was filling his mouth with piss he pulled my cock out of his mouth letting piss run down his beard and drip onto his shirt and pants. He slipped the head of my cock back into his mouth and I gave him every drop of my piss. Then I pulled him to his feet, tucked my cock into my pants and zipped up. Paul wiped the piss into his beard, took me by the hand and led me out of the bar heading to his apartment. I was excited and trembling. The thought of Paul giving me what I wanted raced through my mind. I could be pozzing tonight. I glanced over at Paul and he gave me a smile and took my hand in his. “Trust me. I know you’re a little scared to take this step, but we’ll take this slowly. I know you want this and you will love being poz.” I gave Paul a little grin, and he squeezed my hand. My cock was dancing with excitement pressed firmly against my jeans. I felt like I could shoot my load right there in anticipation. We got to his apartment, and he led me by the hand to his bedroom. He pulled me close to him and slowly pulled my shirt off over my head. He kissed my chest then slid his hands down my abdomen to my crotch. He pressed firmly feeling my hard cock through my jeans. Then he unbuttoned my pants, slid my zipper down, and dropped my jeans to the floor. I had no underwear on and my cock stood at attention, jumping with each pulse and wave of excitement in my body. I was already leaking precum. Paul took off his shirt. His chest was covered with thick hair with a thin treasure trail disappearing into his jeans. His arms were fully inked down to his wrists, with a large sparrow tattooed on the left side of his neck. I kneeled in front of him and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled his pants down just enough for me to see the mark of a proud poz man….a mark I longed to have on my body as well. I kissed his biohazard tattoo then put my lips around his cock through his jeans. He was rock hard and slid his jeans to the floor showing me his beautiful, toxic tool. I ran my tongue across his balls and down the shaft of his rod to the head of his cock. The sweet taste of poz, precum leaked from his piss hole onto my tongue. I slipped his cock into my mouth and felt the head hit the back of my throat as I slowly sucked and lubed his pole with my spit. Paul pulled me to my feet and buried his tongue in my mouth kissing me. His warm body and hard cock was pressed against mine. The smell of piss lingered on his beard and filled my nostrils, exciting me even more. I was melting in his arms. We kissed for quite a while then he grabbed my ass firmly with his rugged hands. “Ready for my poz cock?” “Yes!!” He told me to lie on the bed on my belly, and I obliged. He crawled onto the bed at my feet and kissed my ass cheek. I felt his long beard wisp against my back slowly toward my head, kissing my back a few times as he positioned himself on top of me. His hard rod came to rest between my ass cheeks with his body pressed against mine. He kissed the back of my neck and slid his arms around my chest. I could feel the wetness of his precum lubing my ass crack as he ground his cock against me. My body was flooded with excitement. My cock was rock hard and my nipples were like firm erasers. “I want to be your cum dump. Fill me with your poz seed.” Paul sat up, his legs on each side of my ass with his cock between my ass cheeks. He took his rod in his hand and pressed and slid his cock firmly against my hole. Then he reached up and massaged my neck and shoulders. With a somewhat rough grasp of my shoulders, he worked his cock deep between my cheeks against my asshole. My cock pulsed and my ass cheeks tightened around his shaft with approval. Paul spread my ass cheeks apart and spit on my hole, then slid his cock across my hole lubing the length of his shaft. He again spread my ass cheeks, but this time I felt the head of his cock pressing at my tight hole. I arched my back and spread my ass, pressing against his cock. He pushed his head firmly at my hole. My ass opened and engulfed the head of his cock. Then with a firm thrust he shoved his cock halfway into my tight hole. My body jerked with pain and my ass burned. He held his cock still in my ass and again spit on my hole. The burning subsided. He then pulled back a little and began to advance into my ass, lubing my hole with his spit and precum. The pain turned to pleasure, and Paul worked his cock all the way into my ass. I felt his pubic hair against my cheeks and again arched my back forcing his cock into my ass balls deep. I moaned with pleasure, “Fuck, yes!!!” “You like that? You like my poz cock in you raw?” “God, yes!!!” “Good, cause I’m going to seed you good.” Paul pulled his cock out of my hole, then slid back in, working my ass with the full length of his pole. His thrusts were deep and rough hitting my prostate each time he bottomed out inside of me. He pulled his cock all the way out of my now gaping hole and turned me onto my back. Paul bent my knees over his shoulders and worked his body above mine. “I want to look into your eyes as I give you my poz seed.” He then directed the head of his cock to my ass. I felt the tip of his wet shaft against my hole and he slid back into my ass with ease. With one long, slow thrust is slid is cock all the way into my ass. Again I felt his balls tight against my ass. “Feel that? Every inch of my cock sliding deep into you leaking poz precum?” Paul looked into my eyes and slid his tongue deep into my mouth, swirling his tongue with mine as he began to work his cock in and out of my hole. He then stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes as he buried his cock into me all the way with each thrust, pulling almost all the way out then plunging balls deep into my ass. Sweat was dripping from his chest and beard onto my body. He kept working my ass harder and deeper. “My virus is in you, more and more with each thrust of my cock. I’m going to poz your ass up. I know you want it!!!” “Yes, give me your poz seed. Charge me up.” “Are you sure, cause I’m close to flooding your ass with all my toxic cum.” My cock was so hard I felt like I was going to shoot my load with each pounding against my prostate. “Yes!! I want every drop of your cum. Please poz me.” “Here is cums.” “Give me your poz seed. I want this.” I felt Paul’s cock expand in my ass and with one more deep thrust he plunged his cock all the way into my ass. He kept his cock buried deep inside me, and I could feel his cock pulsing, filling my ass with his toxic cum. My ass tightened around his shaft with excitement. “Fuck!!! You’re getting every bit of my virus…..yes!!! Take my poz cum!!!!” The excitement was all I could take. I didn’t even touch my cock, and I began to shoot my load. My rod erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of cum onto my chest and beard. We were both covered in sweat. Paul kept his cock deep inside me, and slid my legs to his sides. He leaned down and licked cum from my chest, then kissed me. I could taste my cum on his lips. “Taste your neg cum? It’s some of the last you’ll shoot before you poz.” “Fuck yes!! I want this!!” “Good, cause there’s no turning back now. Now keep my toxic seed in you. Let it do its job.” Paul’s cock slipped out from my ass. A small trickle of poz cum leaked from my ass and ran down my crack. Paul rolled onto his back and pulled me into his arms pressing my cum-soaked body against his. “I want this as much as you do, Adam. I want to poz you, make you mine. I’ll give you all the toxic seed you want.” We laid in each other’s arms for a while, naked and panting. Then Paul said, “I have to piss again….be right back.” He jumped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. I got out of bed and followed him. I could hear Paul pissing in the toilet and I walked in and put my hand into the stream of piss spraying from his cock head. He stopped pissing and said, “You want more piss?” I licked my piss soaked fingers and said, “That’s why I’m here.” Paul pushed me to my knees on the bathroom floor and stood in front on me with his hand on top of my head. He let out a stream of piss soaking my body, face, and beard. He directed his stream of piss to my mouth and I opened wide as he filled my mouth with his sweet, salty urine. I gulped his piss and let him soak my face and beard to the last drop of piss. I loved the feel, smell and taste of piss. I stood up and Paul ran his hand down my piss soaked chest then put his piss soaked fingers to his mouth. He pulled me to him and kissed me, tasting his piss on my tongue and lips. We crawled back into bed naked, stinking of piss and cum, curled up together and dozed off to sleep. I suddenly jumped myself awake. My cock was rock hard. I was lying on my back and precum was leaking from my shaft onto my belly. I ran my hand onto the other side of my bed and looked at my empty bed. Slowly realizing I was alone. What an erotic dream!!!! I lie in bed and stroked my cock, thinking about this rugged, poz man fucking me and charging my ass up. I pictured Paul fucking me and whispering into my ear as he shot his load in me, “Take my poz cum.” That pushed me over the edge and my body bucked with excitement. My cock pulsed, shooting my neg seed all over my abdomen, chest, beard, and lips. My body was sweaty and began to relax. I licked the cum off my lips and ran my hands across my chest and lapped up the cum from my fingers. I got out of bed, jumped into the shower. I had to piss while showering and let out a stream of piss, soaking myself. My morning piss smelled strong and made my cock begin to grow. I couldn’t get the thought of this hot poz man out of my mind and felt my cock getting hard again as I finished my shower. I was consumed with thoughts of pozzing. It was something I could no longer resist. I got myself dressed and made my way to my favorite corner coffee shop for a morning JO. I grabbed a newspaper, took my coffee, and sat in the street side dining area. I could hardly concentrate on my newspaper. Thoughts of my dream danced through my head. I wanted poz seed badly. The streets of Boystown were busy with the morning bustle of gay men starting their day. It reminded me of my dream. Then out of the corner of my eye HE rounded the corner. Could this be real? My inked man from my dream was walking toward me. He had a shaved head, full beard, and was covered in tattoos. As he approached me his eyes met mine. He smiled and said, “Good morning.” “Morning,” I replied. As he walked past me, and entered the coffee shop, a specific tattoo caught my eye. There is was….a biohazard tattoo on his left upper arm. I felt my cock getting hard. A grin came across my face, and I leaned back and sipped my coffee. He emerged from the coffee shop and sat a few tables from me, just like in my dream. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Then he looked over at me. I was staring directly at him. He smiled and continued to look into my eyes. I got up and walked over to his table and said, “Hello, I’m Adam.” “Hi, I’m David. Want to join me?” I knew this was going to be an amazing day.

This is the first part in a multi part story. It is purely a work of fiction from my perverted mind. Any similarities between anyone living or dead is purely coincidental also any statements made to the benefits of having HIV or taking meds is totally fictitious as well. My name is Frank and I’m 25 years old and gay. I’m 6’3 and weigh in now at around 190 pounds. I have blonde hair and green eyes and I can easily bench 230 pounds for five reps. I attended a Midwestern University and received my Bachelor’s degree in kinesiology and my Master’s degree in Physical Therapy. I would be as most readers would describe as a hunk or jock. During my undergrad years I also swam, both for pleasure and as a competitor. As a matter of fact I had been swimming since I was 10. It came to be a surprise when my best friend from high school and college called me one day and offered me a job as a swim coach to his junior college swim team. I had been working as a coach for the local high school and had spent many hours suppressing my hard cock that would spring up whenever a player would get too close or spend too long in the shower soaping up his equipment. I never acted on the impulses for fear of being labeled a child molester but when you have 100’s of hot young guys parading themselves past your office nearly naked a man has his breaking points. Mine typically would consist of closing my blinds and locking my office door and jerking a huge load onto my desktop then licking up the evidence. I’m sure a player or two got an erection from my breath that sometime had the hint of a cum swallower, as I would lecture them after a practice or gym class. When I was in my late teens I was a horny cocksucker in a very conservative town in the bible belt so had little opportunity to enjoy same sex relations on a regular basis. Even though Andy was my best friend and we enjoyed making out, we knew we couldn’t get caught so we never progressed beyond groping and cuddling when we could, and passionate make-out sessions when we would go camping. One fateful day I heard of a truck stop about 20 miles out on the interstate where horny truckers who would shag just about anything that walked. So naturally I made some lame excuses one morning about having to go get some new feed for the horses, jumped in my Camaro and headed out to the truck stop. I pulled up between two large rigs and got out to see if the rumors were true. Now, I was a attractive teen, skinny and lean, although full of muscle from all the workouts and sports I had done in high school. As I walked up the line of trucks, my knees began to shake a little, wondering if I had made the mistake of a lifetime, wondering if this was to be the last day of my life. Most of the truckers looked rugged and very menacing, almost as if they had just escaped from the penitentiary a couple of counties over. My thought was to turn and run. Later I learned the guys would be called 'bears' in the gay parlance. At most I would be called a cub and a virgin to boot, having little experience outside of snuggling with Andy. There was a café at the truck stop and as it was nearing noon, I went in and ordered a burger, thinking food would calm my nerves. While sitting there chowing down on my burger I notice that most of the truckers pretty much just ignored me and went on with their business. A couple of them seemed to be looking me over, but most didn't even seem to register me. I had been sitting there about 25 minutes while keeping an eye on the men’s room, thinking that was where the reported action was occurring, but honestly the men's room seemed to be just that - a men's room, certainly not a sex venue. Suddenly an older man approached my table from my blind side and asked “Boy, are you lost?" I looked up to find an attractive guy about mid 30’s looking down on me with a shit-eating grin on his face. I stammered and said something like "No, sir, I'm just having a burger on my way back north to college.” I was lying and I suspect he could sense I wasn’t there for the burger, because his next question was "Have you ever seen the inside of a big rig?" to which I managed to stammer out "No, but I've always wondered what they look like." He smiled and said "Well, finish-up and I'll give you a tour of my rig." I gulped down my food on the spot, left a $10.00 bill on the counter and and followed the man out to his truck. He opened the passenger's door and gestured for me to climb-in and take a look. Once I got in, he went around to the driver’s seat and in one smooth swing, got into the seat, asking “Pretty nice rig, you think?” I was all but speechless, but managed to say something appropriate. Then he swung around behind the seat past a curtain and invited me into his inner sanctum. I was dumbfounded, and couldn’t believe they could fit a queen size mattress in there. He then began caressing me and kissing me, murmuring "Oh my, what a pretty guy." Of course I was more than happy to go along with his directions as he took my tee shirt off of me and began rubbing my back. He leaned me back as he pulled my jeans down past my knees. I had worn my jock strap that morning and he pressed his face into my groin as he began to nibble and suckle on my rock hard cock through the material of the pouch. He sucked on my cock for a bit before removing my jeans and jock, so I lay there naked but for my socks. Again he complemented me, saying "Oh my, we have some succulent chicken today” although admittedly at the time I didn't know 'chicken' was a euphemism for a young guy. He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his jeans, and positioned himself over me and began kissing and sucking my entire nubile body. He licked my pits and the seat from my balls he cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and began licking and sucking on my ass and pucker. His spit was making it slick and his attentions were relaxing my hole. He probed my hole with one finger, then two. I cautioned him "You're going to make me pee if you keep that up” but he just nodded, took my cock in his mouth, all the while fingering my hole. I couldn’t hold back - the soda had made it to my bladder and I pissed into his mouth and down his throat. My hard cock had gone soft while peeing in his mouth but very quickly was rock hard again and dripping precum. He pulled off my cock without losing one drop of my precious fluids saying “Remember what I’ve been doing to you. Now you are going to show me what you have learned about pleasuring a man.” With that he leaned back. I pulled myself forward towards him and planted a passionate kiss on his full lips. He tasted of piss and, being a man, somewhat musky, but musky in a comfortable way, so naturally I wanted more, so I worked my tongue up and down his muscular body, lapping at his pits. The taste and aroma were an aphrodisiac. I nibbled down to the waistband of his shorts and he lifted his hips as I slipped his jeans and boxer shorts off of him, licking the head of his sustainable cock, which was my first real taste of cock! His precum was sweet and succulent so I eagerly sucked his cock into my throat, although I gagged a bit when he pushed my head down further, but he didn't relent. I coughed up phlegm a couple times but soon found I could deep-throat him with relative ease. I did as he did and cupped his ass and raised him up to reveal his rose bud. It looked clean and smelled freshly washed with just a hint of man musk I dove in not waiting to be invited and invaded his hole with my tongue. It tasted pungent and oddly, a bit like strawberries. I started to finger his hole and discovered he was easy to penetrate, so I wiggled a finger around inside his gut - which somehow felt squishy. I pulled my finger out and licked it to put two in and tasted a hint of cum. I looked up curious and he grinned, saying "You're my second today." He told me to keep fingering his hole and he would treat me to a good drink like I had given him. I was reluctant at first and he asked "Don’t you want to learn to please a man?" I nodded yes and took his cock in my mouth while fingering his hole. It didn’t take long and he was pissing down my throat. He then got to his knees and announced it was time for my next lesson. As I lay on my back, he took my cock in his mouth and raised my ass up in the air. He then threw my legs on his shoulders and positioned himself at my hole. He pressed my sphincter with the head of his cock and slowly invaded my body with his. It hurt like hell as the head of his plump tool stretched-open my hole, inch by inch sliding into me, eventually hilting his entire eight inches deep in my gut. When he reached full depth, he paused to allow my ass to adjust to the invasion. My legs fell from his shoulders to wrap themselves around his midsection. Holding him in in this position, his cock deep in my ass was an amazing sensation. He began to move his hips and his cock began its rite of passage in and out of my bowels. I was clearly there for his pleasure, and he raised one leg onto the bench to get more leverage and slowly bent me over so I was staring at my own cock, which was dripping precum onto my face. I curled a bit more and was able to reach my cock head. This seemed to make him even more excited 'cause he started fucking me with increased passion. As I sucked on my cock and watched his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I noticed a tat on his upper thigh. It was a bio symbol like you see in medical offices and on containers containing used needles. Now, I had been so horny I hadn’t even thought about safe sex when he approached me, and now I was paying the price: he was fucking me hard and almost certainly had ripped my man cunt in the process - now he was dripping his dirty precum on my insides. He growled a muffled gasp and shot his seed into my hole. I was his for all time. He had taken my cherry, my innocence and possibly my negative status from me. He withdrew from my ass, collapsing next to me, but still he grasped my still hard cock, pumped it, and said "Let’s see how well you learned your lesson." I figured 'what was good for the goose was good for the gander' so I climbed on him doggy style and pumped my load deep into his guts, so he may well have taken my last negative load. After I blew my load and withdrew from his ass, he lit up a cigarette and offered me one as I confronted him with my suspicions. He confessed he converted a few months back and while it wasn’t his intension to poz me up, I hadn't asked about his status before we fucked, so he figured I either knew what the potential risks, or I was already poz. He also remarked that as hot as I was, I would almost certainly be stealthed sooner or later, particularly given my high sex drive, so now I could have sex with anyone and not have to worry. It was getting towards 2:00 o’clock and we went at it again. He dumped another load in my hole and I came all over his face (which, to my pleasure, he made me lick off!) When we were done and he had to hit the road, he gave me a deep passionate kiss before firing up his rig and booting me out. He even gave me a butt plug to hold the juices in and so I wouldn’t leak all over my seat on the way home. I felt fulfilled. As he pulled out the scrap of paper he gave me detailing his return trip to the area fell from my hand for the wind to pick up and carry away. Andy had gone to the same university as me and we had some of the same classes but I had never confided in him that I came down with the fuck flu a month or so after my encounter with the truck driver. We even shared a dorm room for two years, but I never got treated for HIV while at college and I always lied to him about my occasional bouts of unexplained flu or colds. I was keeping myself pretty healthy for the most part and the virus hadn’t begun to ravage my body. Andy went on to get his masters at a different school and we somewhat parted ways. We exchanged Christmas cards and would call each other on important occasions, and I was his best man at his wedding. Still it was a big surprise to find out he was the athletic director of a small community college and he wanted me to become one of his coaches. (To be continued – taking the job)

My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!

It all started just because my regular fuck bud was a little too arrogant. He knew I loved his huge cock and could not get enough of it. He just got irritating when wanting my ass to use and wanting it now or he would look elsewhere, knowing I would do almost anything to get him in me. We were both neg and we barebacked only with each other. He would send me pics of his other 'conquests', either fucking them or them fucking him, but always sheathed up. He got so bad that if I did not agree to meet at 'his' time within about five minutes of it and always with hardly any notice of when he would be available until I got the message. Usually wanted me within a couple of hours of contacting me, no matter how many times I would ask for more time to prepare and see if I could get away or not. This got on my nerves the more he did it. I loved his eight inch cock, which had the girth of my wrist. I especially loved the way he would pound my hole, just the way I liked it, drilling me as hard and deep as he could. He about drove me wild with wanting his cock in me and he could cum huge amounts every time. The more he did me the more I wanted and he knew it and would basically tease me by contacting me whenever and at times I was sure he knew I would have no way to get there in time. I then found BreedingZone and shorty after BBRT and I started to think of getting even for those missed fucks I wanted so badly. The more I read on BZ the more I wanted to read and then started to read the gift giving and chasing fiction and thinking hey, that could be real actually. And then he messaged me again with only about a half an hour to prepare and I decided that was the last straw. I went to BBRT and filled out a profile and let it be known I was chasing, even though I wasn't, but wanted a poz hvl guy willing to poz someone, anyone. It didn't take long to get some hits. I needed someone close and could also get away with little notice also. I found the right guy for it and we discussed it and then met up for just a meet to talk. He said he would be willing to stealth someone and thought it would be a very hot time. He was close by, only a five minute drive, and he worked for himself, so getting away on short notice was not a problem either. I then got a hold of my fuck buddy and asked if it would be okay if I asked another guy to join us, as I was interested in getting fucked more than once in a session and thought it would be hot to be fucked again right after he got done loading my hole good. He was all for it and wanted to know when. I told him whenever he could get free and ready. I then got a hold of my poz guy and told him my fuck buddy was hot for me to get fucked twice and it would probably happen very soon. He was ready whenever the time would be. I was right too as it was only a couple of days when my fuck buddy sent me a message wanting to fuck and asking if the other guy would be able to join us. True to form he only gave me about two hours to reply and get ready. Fortunately I was able to make his deadline, and when I reached-out to my poz guy, he also was available, so the stage was set. I sent a message back to my fuck buddy and told him we could both be at our meeting place at the appointed time. So, everything was set, and I was hard thinking about the upcoming session.

I always look for young twinks when I travel to play with. I like lean or muscle bois who often have never barebacked before. My last trip to Columbus Ohio brought me Darin. He had just broken up with his bf of four months and wanted to play the field. His dad is a doctor he told me so he always plays safe and he and his bf had never barebacked. I told him how glad I was that he shared that info with me, I love neg boys they are so hot... especially when you can convince them to take it bare. I shared with him how I was married and had not played with many guys and the most of them I would not do much since I had no idea how safe they were. I shared how I still fucked my wife bare and how I did not want to give her anything. He asked me how it was to fuck pussy and told me he had never been with a woman. I started to tell him how hot wet pussy was and he was getting hot as I talked about fucking cunt and unloading in her. We talked for about a week both on the phone and mimed back and forth and set a plan for him to come to my hotel. When he got there he was cuter then I had even imagined. Blonde, think with a hot bubble butt and the most beautiful eyes... he came in and I offered him a drink... I had made drink and put some g in it... he asked me what it was and I told him it was an herb to help with sex. I told him I had taken some to calm my nerves... I could see him get tingly all over... we started to make out and he was melting in my hands... I undid hid belt and this thick 7" cock flopped out... I started to suck him and as he rubbed my 9" cock. I stood up and unzipped my fly and unbuckled my pants. My cock was standing straight up... precum dripping and he went down on me, I pulled him forward so his ass up and I could rub his hole. The G was really kicking in, he was pushing his little hole back on my fingers and I spit on two and worked them up his tight little hole. He stared to moan and push back harder... I told him we should head to the bedroom... I lead him in and told him to get up on all fours and I started to rim his hole... Damn that hole tasted so good... I had put some Tina beside the bed. It was in a syringe without the needle top. I also had some chocolate and I put some on my finger and had him taste it... I told him I wanted to lick this off and out of his hole... I put some on his hole and then slide the syringe in and shot the Tina in him. Then I eat his hole like no tomorrow. I was moaning and loving my tongue and I stood up and let my thick cock rub on his hole. Poured some lube on his hole and the Tina was kicking in because he was rubbing and pushing back and asking me to fuck him. I lined up and after what seemed like the 10th time he pushed back I popped my cock head in. Damn he felt great... He was so high that he took a big hit of poppers and I sank all the way in him. He was moaning and telling me how he had never been fucked with a cock so big. The boy loved it... I fucked him doggie and then flipped him over on his back and finally on his side... I started to breathe heaving and he knows I was going to come and he started to pull off and I pulled his hips back and unload in his hole... Fuck it was hot. He pushed back and I fucked him for a few more min and then whispered in his ear... did you like that?

Hey guys. Long time lurker; first time poster. I never really thought I'd have a story to post here.. I woke up horny this morning. It was just one of those days, you know? I was constantly checking my hookup apps on my phone while doing typical Saturday stuff. I wasn't really planning on getting any action, but it was still fun flirting with the cute guys in the area. I'm a slender white kid who just turned 20, with well-kept light brown hair, and deep blue eyes. Not to mention a respectable 7.5" endowment. I didn't have any shortage of guys who would play the flirting game with me. Eventually, though, I had a 27 year old dude send me a quick series of messages that managed to amuse me, intrigue me, and turn me on. "Hi!" "Omigosh, you're so hot.." "Can I suck you, please?" "Seriously, I'll pay you.." Flattered, and feeling a bit bad for the smaller, feminine guy of slight frame that I saw in his pictures, I responded that I was interested. I figured that he just hadn't gotten any in awhile, and just needed a bit of dick to take the edge off his hunger. Besides, he wasn't too bad looking, and I like femmes pretty well. Not seriously entertaining the thought of taking his money, I accepted his initial offer ($50) without argument. We kept on talking, and made our arrangements. He asked me to meet him at his apartment in the next town over an hour later, to which I agreed. I got showered, combed my hair out, put on a tight fitting shirt, shorts, and Steve Madden's over my ankle socks, and got in my car to drive over. While on the road, I made a note to remember to bring a condom inside when I got there. I had plans to "save myself" for when I wanted to mount that special boy, but better safe than sorry, right? I got there in about 15 minutes or so, and parked my car. While walking to his apartment's entrance, I called up as he had asked, and he said he would be right down. I waited patiently, shooting the shit with a Domino's delivery guy who was also waiting to be let in. Within a few minutes, the dude came down, and it was one of those "aw fuck, he posted his flattering pictures" moments. The thing about times like those is you have to make a judgement call real quick. Do you want to go through the awkward moment of calling it off, and making some kind of excuse? Are you horny enough that it's not too big a deal? Are you disappointed, but don't want to have come all that way for nothing? I went with the latter option, and greeted the guy while trying to mask a bit of disappointment. We headed back to the elevators, and up to his room, introducing ourselves in person for the first time. He had both of his roommates out for the evening, so we had the place to ourselves. He offered me water, asked if the temperature was fine, and asked if I wanted to watch anything on the TV in his room (including porn). He seemed a bit nervous, but was obviously trying to be a good host, which I appreciated. We watched one of the world cup games in his room for a bit, with him at his desk and me lounging on his bed. We talked about the area, weather, general small stuff. Then we turned to talk of cocks, guys, etc. We discussed sexual positions as well. He said that he was pretty much a bottom, but didn't expect he could take a cock like mine. Nodding, I said I was inexperienced, but knew I'd end up topping. He nodded, too. He admitted to being very horny, and I hadn't gotten off all day, so we were both ready to begin. I kicked off my shoes, while he slipped off his flip flops. I undid my shorts, and slid off my socks while he dropped his shorts. I quickly rolled over then, to put my keys, phone, and condom on his side table. With me lying on the bed, he grabbed the bottom hems of my shorts and pulled them off my shaved-smooth legs. He began to heft and feel my sizable package through my boxer briefs then, while I slid my t-shirt off over my head. He quickly rolled over to my side for a moment then, and shimmied out of his boxers, then taking his tank top off, throwing them both off the side of the bed. He then went to straddle my legs, and peeled my tight underwear back, allowing my seven inches to spring free, then flop against my stomach. Fixated on my sizable length, he quickly pulled my underwear down to my ankles and off my feet. With both of us naked on his bed, then, I began to appreciate the size difference between us. I weighed a good 150lbs, while this guy might be 100 sopping wet. I stood at 5'11", and he must be around 10 inches below that. Finally, while my turgid member had several inches in length, I'd be surprised if his was more than 5". At the base of his bed, he slightly spread my legs then, so that he could crawl between them and begin to lap on my cock a bit. It had been a good while since I'd gotten a BJ, and I lightly gasped at the sweet sensations. As he began to engulf more of my cock in his mouth, I began to get more into it. I lightly caressed and rubbed his sides and shoulders, physically encouraging his efforts. He moved further down my dick then, and moved his body further between my smooth thighs to give himself leverage. Enjoying the sensual body-to-body contact, I brought my legs in around his, enjoying feeling my calves on his, my feet on his. With the setting sun shining through the window onto his bed and our intertwined naked bodies, I had the brief thought of "thank goodness I'm gay." He came up for air after a solid effort with my member, and we engaged in lighter foreplay. He tweaked my nipples, and rubbed my pecs, while I ran my hands up and down his back. We both brought our faces closer then, and shared a very wet kiss. I noticed when we pulled away, that he had moved his hands to my thighs, and was pushing them apart quite firmly. I could now feel the tip of his cock prodding at my crack as well. Before I could continue to process this he brought his mouth back down over my cock, resuming his efforts. He bobbed up and down more fervently now, running his tongue quickly up and down my shaft. I let out light moans of appreciation for his surprising expertise, spreading my thighs ever further to grant him better access. He interpreted this differently, however, and while continuing to suck me, brought one hand down below my balls to tease the smooth entrance to my now-exposed hole. Somewhat uneasy now, but still enjoying the oral attentions, I allowed him to continue. I quickly began to enjoy it, to be honest, and gently bucked my hips against his hand. He shifted his body then, and began giving me a handjob, while he sat upright between my wide open legs. He stopped teasing my hole with his hand then, and instead used it to gently rub his cock head up and down my crack. He continued that way for awhile, and he smirked at me as I continued to gently buck my hips, now against the probing head of his cock. The developments of my situation were certainly not lost on me. I hadn't expected this smaller, stereotypically sissy fellow to make a play like this. He had desperately wanted to suck my dick, even offering money to do so, and even said he was a bottom. Pretty much. What confused me more was that I was enjoying his attentions. Wasn't I supposed to be a top? Something he said interrupted my train of thought. "Huh?" I asked, not hearing what he said. "I asked if you wanted me to fuck you." He stated confidently, still smirking, still pumping my cock and probing my hole, a mischievous look in his eyes. "Please." I simply stated, and I knew I said it with a note of pleading in my voice and a blush on my cheeks. Without another word, he climbed from between my legs to his night stand, looking for his lube in the drawer there. Thoughts drifted through my head of "this is your virginity," and "really? him?" But I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't turning back. I also noticed he hadn't retrieved a condom from his drawer, and while glancing over at mine resting on top of the table, I somehow didn't think to ask him to wear mine. He returned between my legs then, purposefully spreading my thighs once more. I timidly watched as he squirted some lube into his hand, which he rubbed up and down my crack, and around my hole. While I gasped at the cool feeling of the foreign fluid, he squirted a bit more into his hand, which he rubbed up and down his modest length. He then used his hand to guide his cock to my tight, virgin pucker, and looked me in the eyes, that mischievous look still present. "Ready?" He asked. I nodded. He shoved. After a few seconds of firm pressure, his head gained entry, soon followed by the firm few inches of his shaft, until he had wholly penetrated me. My face flushed at the new sensations, and I gasped lightly as I felt his member begin to gently pulse within me. I could feel him so well. The tip of his cock on my inner walls, his balls resting against my crack, his stomach and mine sandwiching my now-neglected cock between them, my arms gently dangling from around his neck, and our legs still intertwined. "You okay?" He asked, looking down into my eyes. "Uh-huh." I affirmed, looking meekly up into his. He began to smirk again then, and resumed bucking his hips once more, now his length pumping in and out of me. He was good, and he lasted a good while. Time and again he managed to make me gently coo with pleasure as his cock reached my sweet spot. I gently bucked my hips in time with his movements, coming to enjoy my more abstract role. I rubbed his shoulders encouragingly, and wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing them in in-time with his thrusts. As he pumped away, I began to ponder my budding role as a bottom. I thought of the defeated Kings of old, sodomized in front of their former subjects, so as to make women of them. I thought of the Greek and Roman youths pursued by the aristocracy, and young British sailors, subjected to the attentions of the senior Seamen. As he continued to buck and thrust, and I let light moans of approval escape my lips, I decided that I was quite happy to be among history's ranks of penetrated men. Soon enough, his breaths became more heavy, and he began to pump in and out of my ass quicker and quicker. Suddenly, he seized up, and gave out a low moan. I could feel his cum slowly dripping out between his softening cock and the edge of my hole. He rolled off to the side of me then, and gave me a calm, confident look. "I came inside you." He stated with purpose. "I know." I nodded once more. We lazed around naked on his bed for awhile longer, engaging in a bit of pillow talk. His lust sated, he talked about his job, asked about my job, what I was going to school for, other such things. I was happy to contribute to the conversation, but gave a light frown while glancing down at my fading erection, which had never been allowed to climax. He invited me out to dinner, but having already eaten I politely declined. As we both stood up to get dressed, he opened his wallet, and with a grin tossed $55 to my side of the bed. I sheepishly returned his grin, and his money. Surprised, he accepted it back, but asked why I didn't take it. I shrugged, and explained I was just into the fantasy of it. He seemed to nod with understanding as he saw me out the door, wishing me a "Happy Pride" as he saw me off. I walked back to my car, then. A noticeable twinge felt between my legs as I walked.

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

First Time with Hard Drugs It started out as any normal night with me on line looking for a hook up. I had no idea I would end up here, in this house about to do hard drugs for the first time. May name is CJ (that stands for Christian John), I am 27, 5’ 11”, weigh about 145 pounds with brown hair and eyes. I had always considered myself to be a straight lace guy only getting drunk on occasion and never touching drugs of any kind. Then I met Chris. I was on one of the usual hook up sites when he messaged me. His pics didn’t do him justice. He was just over 6’ tall with a lean, swimmers build, long blond hair (surfer like) and blue eyes. But what really grabbed my attention was what he was packing between his legs. Let’s just say there are 2 things I hate, size queens and guys with small dicks. We exchanged the usual messages about what we were into, what we were looking for, positions and such. I never thought I had a chance with this guy till he invited me over to party. I was a little skeptical but he gave me his phone number and I called him to finalize plans. I cleaned myself up (and out) really well and was out the door. He lived relatively close to me along the bus line I used to get to work. I hoped the next bus and in 15-20 minutes I was at his building. I buzzed him half expecting to be told that no one by the name Chris lived here, but he answered the buzzer and buzzed me into the building. I found my way up the elevator and to his door. The usual pleasantries were exchanged and soon we were getting down to business. He was a great kisser. In no time we had our clothes off and were in his bedroom. He had some porn already playing on the TV there and we resumed kissing. Then he stopped and said that he’d be right back. He headed into the bathroom, I assumed to pee, but came back with a couple of needles filled with a clear liquid. He said I’ll do your first then myself. To say I was a little scared would put it mildly. I was so hot for this guy I thought what harm could there be in trying what he had to offer. I sat there silent and let him do his thing. Here I was about to try hard drugs for the first time. He put a belt around my left bicep. Took one of the needles and stuck it in my arm. I watched as he drew back a little bit of blood and then it all disappeared into my arm. He loosened the belt and I felt a warmth rush up my arm into my chest and throat. I suddenly felt as if I couldn’t breathe when I coughed really hard. All I could do was say “FUCK!” and “WOW!” I felt as if my senses were in over drive. I watched as he did himself and noticed that his cock was super hard where mine was shriveled up. Chris leaned in a kissed me. He was all over me like an animal. AS the drug took a hold of me I felt an increasing need to get fucked. And when Chris began to rim my hole that need increased 100 times. I found myself moaning and begging for his cock inside me. What I didn’t expect was that he was going to stick it in raw. When he moved up me and positioned his cock at my hole (no wait he just slid it in) I was a little shocked. But the feeling was overwhelming I couldn’t resist it. I just yelled out, “Give it to me Chris, fuck me.” Chris was balls deep in side me in seconds. He just held still while I tried to wiggle my ass for movement. I looked him in the eye and begged him to pound me. He had this shit eating grin on his face as he began to fuck me in earnest. It felt incredible. I had never been fucked like this before. He knew exactly how to make me feel good in all the right places. I don’t recall how long we had been fucking, but I remember looking at his alarm clock. It was around 1 am when his breathing became heavier, quicker and he began to fuck me quicker. I watched his face as he began to grunt. Then I felt him tense up as his cock spasmed in my ass. I swore I felt a warmth deep inside me and knew he was cuming. After he came down from his orgasm I noticed that he was still rock hard. He commented, “Thanks to Viagra I should be hard all night.” He fucked me missionary, doggy style, standing up, laying on our sides. We fucked in the shower, out in his living room and he even fucked me on the kitchen table. He gave me a couple more ‘shots’ over the time I was there, 4 shots in all. I left late on Sunday with a sore ass. As I rode the bus home I could feel his cum leaking from my hole. I knew when I stood up to get off the bus everyone would see the wet spot. At that point I didn’t care; I was just looking forward to getting with Chris again next weekend.

I've had a long time fantasy of being a party favor at a party. Put in a bedroom, blindfolded, and have the host tell everyone that anytime they're horny, I'm available for use.

Thanks Tiger, doing my best, but remaining very positive I will make it. Wishing you every success as well to becoming a non smoker, it is a great feeling.

I also find it kind of strange how you seemingly post about these situations seeking advice of some kind, but as soon as anyone offers some -- and so far, it's all been pretty on point advice! -- you immediately go on the defensive. Useful, worthy advice requires complete honesty first; if you need everything to be sugarcoated for you, then you're certainly not going to get any meaningful answers in return! Then there's your seeming non-commitment to how you've presented his supposed treatment of you. You claim that his "analysis" of your suggested you like being abused, and you thought that might be true...but then you turn around and say that you're not trying to make it seem like you're the good guy and he's not. You claim you're not trying to suggest he treats you badly...but then say he can be inconsiderate towards you. Then you say he's actually a nice guy...but you don't like how he makes you feel. So, if you want us to take you seriously it would help if you were at least honest with yourself first, and get over this inner conflict you seem to be having over whether or not he actually is a good guy. Coming to terms with that first is crucial here. So, I know you'll hate this answer since it's already been suggested several times, but counseling of some kind is probably your best bet, especially since you don't seem particularly capable (and I really don't mean to be insulting in any way, but there definitely seems to be a pattern emerging based on your posts) of coming to terms with this issue yourself. It's really pretty simple: you genuinely hate feeling conflicted over him and need someone to really show you that yes, you absolutely must cut off all ties with him if he's making you feel this bad or torn over it, OR you subconsciously DO enjoy the abuse and don't actually want to move on from him (even though you still should do so). It's ultimately all up to you, man. You can keep playing these mind games with yourself and let the cycle repeat itself over and over, or you can get serious and actually do something about it.

a little over a week ago I met a guy on BBRT. Hot, Smooth, Tatted total bottom. I couldn't meet up with him that night but he was up for a before work breeding. Had him get in a jock and be ass up when I came in. Walk in, he is on the couch, ass up in the jock. I dive into his ass, get it slick with my spit, getting my tongue as deep as I can. he is moaning from my tongue, and grabs his ass spreading it for me. I get some spit on my cock, line it up and sink into his hole. a little bit of pressure, but soon I am balls deep in him. He begs me for my poz load and tells me he loves the feel of my cock in his cunt. too soon I am loading him up. as I pull out, a little cum drips out. He fingers it back into his hole, and thanks me. Since that day, I have bred him three times, and he always begs me for my cock and cum. says I am one of the best fucks he gets. Too bad he is already poz, would love to be his poz gifter, but nice to have a regular thing again.

Nothing can seem to get me down, not even RAID. I recently caught myself a hot nasty case of the best bugs imaginable, and I'd love to share the wealthy, I swear I haven't had pussy that nasty since Michelle. Sweet god, not even Peggy was that nasty, and that bitch had tits that swung like a pendulum. Anyway who wants to get a delicious taste of my hot poz. If you are ever interested on getting sucked off, or getting fisted, Call me @ 813 672 3888.

The Turkish cab driver texted to see if I was free and if I wanted sex.love the bluntness of these guys it's really animalistic. He said he had two people to bring with him if that was ok . cool by me. I was ready anyway; always am.he arrived with two real hairy foreign looking guys and introduced one of them as his brother??? And the other bloke was I believe Algerian.i was spit roasted fucked hard and the Algerian bloke had a very Can thick dick which surprised me by sliding in me so easily.i was fucked and took all their loads so greedily. One thing that is similar with the Pakistanis and Turkish is non of them are interested or touch my cock.its just my hole they want which suits me just fine.i asked if he was really his brother he said Yes yes.if that's true that made me hornier.

Well I finally made it through my first month and now on my second. I have learned a lot and I think the most important is to take it a day at a time as that is all we have. My journey with this addiction is not over I realize that, but breaking it down t is day by day is so much easier. So pat myself on the back for the first month and keep on truckin, looking forward to writing that I completed my second month. Take care all and remember a day at a time as that is all we have.

I stopped smoking Dec 31, I wanted to start the new Year SMOKE FREE, no aids at all so far so good, I am very pleased, I think I will make it this time

I feel to my knees, my cock sticking straight up against my stomach. He undid his belt and shoved his pants down, kicking them off as he stepped towards me. Having worn no underwear as soon as his pants were off his cock sprung free pointing right at me, the head already glinting with a little precum. “Open your mouth,” he groweled, and smacked me on the lips with his thick cock head. Large angry looking veins like those that twisted across his arms stood out from the turgid shaft of penis, and I imagined how they would feel sliding in and out of my hole. I parted my lips allowing him to thrust the head of his cock inside my mouth. As he did so I clamped my lips tight around it and began to bathe his cock with my tongue. Forcefully he began to press his cock deeper inside of my mouth until he hit the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. I tried to pull off of his cock a little but his hands had found their way to the back of my head and head me fast. My head held firmly in place between his massive hands this great bulk of a man began to fuck my face slowly. I chocked and gagged on his cock as he forced it a little deeper with every thrust. As the head of his cock got to the back of my throat I tried repeatedly to swallow, allowing his cock to slide down my throat but each time he pulled back for another assault. Then, finally, with a particularly brutal thrust he allowed my swallow to pull him down my throat till his balls rested against my chin. Spit, and precum dripped down my chin as I deep throated his cock, unable to keep my lips tight around his thick veined shaft. “Fuck yeah boy, swallow my cock. Get it nice and wet for your hole.” As he savagely fucked my face my cheeks began to hurt, and snot began to run from my nose as tears sprung to my eyes. I was a slobber covered mess when he finally, still holding me head still, pulled his now dripping cock from my mouth. I tried to wipe my face with the back of my hand but there was too much to deal with. He just smiled at me and said, “good job, now on your back on the bed.” I scrambled off the floor and practically leapt onto the bed, laying on my back with my legs stuck up in the air. He smiled at me again, advancing towards me his ridged cock pointing straight forward at me. Without saying a word he walked toward me and, lining his cock up to my hole, pressed inside of me. True to his word only used the juices from my throat and the small drip of cum that was escaping my hole as lube as he forced his thick member inside of me. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head as I felt my hole spread wide around his cock. He advances slowly, stretching my sphincter around his massive girth, till at long last his balls came to rest on my ass. I opened my eyes and looked up into his, which glinted wickedly as he pulled out slowly from my hole again. My ring clung to his shaft as he withdrew, the tugging sending waves through me. “Chad wasn’t lying,” he said, as he began to fuck me, ‘Your hole feels so good wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna knock you up good before I tell the other guys to come over and use your hole.” Those were the last words he said to me. He then closed his eyes, and his hands on my thighs pressing my legs apart and down he began to slam into my ass. It was different from how Chad had fucked me, this was not about both of us, this was only about him. His cock punched into my hole over and over again, hammering away at my guts and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain with each penetrating thrust. Sweat sprung up all over my body and I felt the heat rising in the room. My hole began to make wet sloppy sounds as this stranger’s cock battered it loose. He kept up a steady string of animalistic grunts as he wrecked my hole, his breathing short and ragged. I watched the muscles in his torso and arms flex as he forced his cock forward, the veins in his powerful arms bulging slightly with the effort. My whole body shook with each powerful jackhammer like thrust and I knew that my hole was being destroyed. I, however, didn’t care; it felt too good. I had found that place of peace, and was doing what I was meant to do: taking a man’s raw cock up my ass. Eventually his rhythm changed from the hole destroying jackhammer to random quick thrusts of the whole length of his cock, he was getting close. Letting out a sound like the roar of a lion he slammed into me and held his pulsing cock deep inside of me. As his load emptied into my guts I felt a sense of euphoria wash over me. Once his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out, spanked my ass once and moved to go put his clothes on. Without saying a word he dressed quickly and then, with only a wink was gone. I lay there on the bed, cum dripping from my battered hole, my legs still in the air for a long moment. My phone buzzed. Slowly I let down my legs and rolled over to grab my phone from the nightstand. It was a text from Chad. Good job boy. Next guy is on his way. He’ll be there in ten. I smiled and slipped a finger into my loose hole.

I lent back on the bed, fingered my hole feeling the wet sticky cum slowly leaking out. My eyes were closed and I dreamed of taking more cock, feeling raw dicks sliding inside of me, feeling their loads shooting into my ass. My cock was hard but I didn’t care about it, I had a hunger growing inside of me that needed to be slaked. My phone buzzed, with my free hand I grabbed it and checked the message. It was from Chad. I got a few buddies who are interested. You feel like traveling or just wanna stick your ass in the air and have the cock come to you. Come to me, I want more and fast. I responded. You’re at the Hotel Edison right? Yeah. Great. Two guys already said they would be willing to come over. What room? I hesitated for a moment, my fingers stilled in my hole, could I have a parade of guys coming to my hotel room? Then very suddenly I decided that I didn’t care, and responded. 225 Great. First guy will be there in probably fifteen, he just lives on 56/8. I might come over in a few hours but I’ve got another boy who needs my seed first. I told my friend you would open the door naked and serve him as he sees fit, if he likes the service he gets he’ll tell the next guy to come over. Understand? Yes. Good. I’ll talk to you after boy. Have fun. I put the phone down, my hands trembling. Chad had said the guy would be here in fifteen minutes, almost ten minutes ago. I got up and paced around the room, my hole twitching with anticipation, my crack still felt wet and slick with Chad’s cum. Just when I was thinking maybe I should turn on the tv for a distraction there came a sharp knock on the door. He was early I thought. I walked to the door, still naked, and looked through the peephole. All I could see was a broad torso clad in a cut of t shirt that was barely wide enough to cover the man’s broad pecs. I stepped back and opened the door, keeping my naked body out of view of the hallway. The man stepped in and smiled at me. He was tall, even taller then Chad probably six-four or so, he had the solid massive build of a footballer and the strong scruffy face of a lumberjack. Arms knotted with veins and muscles stuck out from the deep cut sides of his shirt, which bore an Equinox gym logo. Thick bushes of dark brown hair jutted from his pits matching the deep color of his beard. His shaved head glinted slightly in the light. All around him hung the slight delicious odor of sweat and sex as if he had already fucked a boy once today. Although, guessing from the fact that Chad was probably balls deep in some boy’s ass right now, that probably wasn’t too far from the truth. “Hi,” I said rather sheepishly. “Damn,” he said in a deep voice broadened with a thick Brooklyn accent, “Chad said you were a hot fucked but…damn.” He crossed his arms over his chest grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off over his head revealing a rippling muscular torso. He had the sort of body that took perfect calculation to achieve, obviously bulging muscles softened by a thin layer of fat that gave him a naturally built look. Thick dark hair covered his body reinforcing the lumberjack. He toyed with one large pink nipple while he looked my naked body up and down. “So here’s the deal boy, with me there are no names, you just do as I say and I’ll give a good report to the next guy in line to breed your hole. You don’t do as I say and I tell him to go home. Got it.” “Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Good, so get on your knees and we my cock, cause Chad’s cum and your spit are the only lube your gonna get from me.”

I have the fantasy, too. But there is a part of me that doesn't want to miss the experience. Maybe drugged up enough that I can't stop it from happening (not that I would want it to stop), but still awake enough to know it's happening.

After a night of heavy partying (new years eve actually) I was very, very drunk and fell asleep. Woke up January first with my pussy full of cum. My BF had bred me. It was nice to know, but I missed being part of the action :-)

I had a roommate who slept so deep it was almost impossible to wake him up, esp. after a night of drinking and partying. When he would fall asleep / pass out, I would mount him and load him several times during the night. On many occasions, he would pass out during group gathering and everyone took turns loading his hole. He was a sleepwalker and, he would sometimes get up during the night to piss or dump the cum out of his hole and immediately return to bed. After these events he would wake up with a sore ass and complain of missing the party.

that story was fucking hot and i lose 2 more loads of my toxxic cum. and yesterday i shared my toxic blood with another aids hungry mate

I mean... really? why is this even a question. we all know the correct answer.

If I'm giving him one load, I'll shoot deep inside. If it's multiple loads, I'll slide halfway out and cum so that I can use load #1 as a nice lube for the next load.

We chatted on BBRT, he came over to get fucked. We made out, I ate his hole and started fucking. We were having a good time when I started filming my cock pistoning his hole. Took a quick break and when I came back I had a cum cube. About 15 loads frozen in a plastic pharmacy pill bottle. Took the cube out and fed it into his hole, pushing it deep into him with my cock. I began to fuck him, the heat melted the cum cube and his hole got really sloppy. I pulled out and ate him awhile, then fucked him until I shot a 3 day load deep into his ass. He had never had a cum cube before and he loved it. That was 5 hours ago, I'm sure he's still leaking

Next up: Dalton fucks his girlfriend by the pool while Brian and Tom watch from behind the fence -- their eyes glued to his jockbutt as he pounds her, his asscheeks spread wide as he crouches for leverage, inadvertently showing off his smooth pink virgin hole. And as it turns out, the only way Dalton can cum is when his girlfriend...well, you'll just have to wait for that one.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

His face was looming closer and closer as I felt his enormous piece of meat nudging at my hole. It might have been whatever was in that syringe, or it might have been how hot I was for this huge, dangerous man, but all I could see were his two eyes almost floating above me, giant black pools of liquid that seemed to have no bottom. "Yeah, you're fucked now," I heard from a distance. It echoed a few times in my head. I felt myself rolling a bit, kind of like when you're on a raft out in the ocean. Suddenly a little nauseous, I closed my eyes to try to gather myself, but that just increased all of the sensations I was feeling, both good and not-so-good. I had that delicious free floating feeling, while at the same time I also felt like I was about to vomit. I felt my eyes rolling as I tried to get a grip when suddenly I felt my hole expand involuntarily. He felt it too, and he shoved a few inches of his meat inside me. I was surprised that there was no pain - I guess the speedball was taking care of that. Instinctively, I lifted my legs, wrapped them as far around him as they would go, and then dug in. I literally fucked my ass onto the rest of his cock, swallowing it all with my ass in one swift motion. Again, no pain at all, just sensation of skin-on-skin, of his cock sliding deeper into me. I could feel every vein, every crease of my ass, bump and nuance of his cock as I quickly slid down on it all the way to the root. In my high, I could actually visualize what it looked like as the head of his cock split me open and buried deeper in me than anyone, or anything, had ever been. As I hit the base with my ass, those floating eyes looked surprised for a second, then rolled up into his head as he let out a long moan. "Yessssssss, baby, that's it. Take that cock all the way. Show me how bad you want it. You a natural baby. We gonna turn you out good." I tried to ask him what that meant but I was still unable to manage anything other than a garble of sounds. "You feeling it, aren't you?" he said. Again, it was not a question. "Yeah, I got you. You gonna get used to this real quick, and so am I." With that, he started to withdraw his cock - a process that seemed to last for fifteen minutes, though in real-time it might have must been two or three seconds. He then spit on his hand, rubbed it on his dick, and then slowly slide back into me. This time, it seemed smoother, no veins or bumps. He repeated that process five or six times - I lost count in the growing euphoria - and on each downstroke, I would shiver as his cock bumped into and ran along my prostrate. Then he got to work. All at once, he pulled out completely, and then shoved the entire length back into me. This time, I felt it. Not enough heroin on the planet could have dulled that pain. My legs shot out straight, every muscle straining, but I was only able to yelp weakly. My ability to speak was still caught in the swirling vortex of the drugs, and I could see the words I wanted to say swirling around over my head. I tried to grab them, but they stayed out of reach. Then, most blinding pain as he yanked it out and whipped it back in with even greater force. On the third stroke, pulled out, grabbed a handful of Crisco ("When did he get that?" I weakly thought, "And why didn't I see it swirling around up there with all my words?") and rubbed it all over his cock, then shoved it back in again. This time, other than he stabbing sensation of his length, there was no pain - only intense pleasure as he massaged my prostrate on his trip to my center. He held his cock in me and leaned down again, my legs once again instinctively wrapping around him. His mouth leaned down to mine, and I felt his warm lips touch mine. His breath was surprisingly sweet, and the feel of his tongue as it entered my mouth was velvety smooth. I sucked on his tongue like it was a cock, and he fucked my mouth with it. It was then that I noticed that his hips were moving again, now in perfect rhythm with the tongue that was moving in and out of my mouth. That amazing floating feeling of perfection had returned, and I finally started enjoying that rolling sensation. I was able to envision every cell of my body, each and every one being filled on an assembly line with exquisite pleasure - the sensation of being fucked properly for the first time - and then returned to my body with a tingle of joy. My hips started moving to meet his thrusts. I wanted - no, needed - that cock in me as deep as it would go. On each downstroke, I wiggled my ass to try to get a few extra centimeters in me, and then as he withdrew, I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in my ass to make for a smooth, easy withdrawal. Then he would press back in again, and the friction from his invading cock became the center of the universe until he hit bottom. Then my wiggle and his gasp. Faster and faster it went, his tempo increasing, and my hips bouncing up off the bed to rise up and meet him. He was pounding me now, but I was pounding him back - my heels digging into him every bit as much as his cock was digging into me. All I could focus on was the need to feel him inside me, as deep as possible. I felt him biting into my shoulder, then licking my neck, then his tongue all over my ear, then gripping my head and holding it while he shoved his tongue in my mouth - all during the time that we were fucking each other, hard. I needed him deeper, and deeper, and never felt so full and fulfilled as when he hit bottom. On each downstroke, that instinctive wiggle I gave caused him to shudder just a little. He was fucking harder and harder, and I was taking every thrust like a cheap bathhouse whore. Then he buried his face in my neck, sped up even more, started moaning, "Oooh, baby, ooooh baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah....." Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. His hips kept moving faster and faster, sending me into the stratosphere, and then he gave one last thrust inward and held it. At that second, I finally managed to lock my ankles together and wiggled the last inch of his cock into me even further, and that did it. He let out a long groan, and I could feel his cock jetting his cum into me, spurt after heavy spurt. He kept moaning, "Yeah....yeah...." with each spurt, his baritone voice low and tickling every inch of me. It seemed to go on for hours, but I know it could not have been that long. Still, I counted at least fourteen pumps from his balls into my guts before he finally let out a long breath. He laid on top of me for an unnaturally long period of time. He was absently licking my neck or rubbing my sides, and then the most amazing thing happened - I felt his hips move again, felt his cock withdraw, and then felt him slowly spear back into me. He had not gone soft and fallen out of me like I expected. Instead, he was embarking on a second fuck, just minutes after filling me with his seed. I let out a long moan, and involuntarily burst loose with my own orgasm on his third stroke. I shook against him as he held his cock deep inside me, moving it back and forth only by a few inches, "Yeah, baby. Cum on my dick. That's it. Show me how much you love it. Keep cumming! Yeah! Shoot! Shoot! Shoot!" Every time he said it, I would cry out and another volley of cum would rise out of the depth of my soul, shoot through my balls at lightning speed, and get ejected from the tip of my cock, bathing us both in buckets of my cum. I never came so much or so hard in my life, my head uncontrollably moving back and forth and the most animalistic noises coming from my throat. Was I really making those sounds? We fucked our way to another climax for each of us, this one for me being far less intense but still incredible. As the last bit of my cum splattered onto his chest, he move down again, those huge black eyes once again filling my vision, and he rubbed our bodies together, using my cum as a lubricant. He gave me a tender kiss or two, and then just laid on top of me. My legs finally unhooked from around him, fell to our sides, and we both drifted off to sleep. I have no idea how long we slept, but we were both awakened by a bright bolt of light coming from the outside door as it burst open. I heard a young, female voice saying "Daddy, Momma sent me over to get my....." I craned my head to see a coltish girl, maybe my age or younger, standing in the front doorway. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she stopped mid-sentence. The man on top of me was still snoring heavily as I tried to get out from underneath him, panicked and no longer able to breathe because of his heavy weight on top of me. But I couldn't get him off me and he was not waking up nearly quickly enough!

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What Goes Around, Cums Around The Beginning of the circle - part two "I hope you don't have to rush off", the man said as his fingers played with Yasser's chest hair, finding the nipple he started playing with it, rolling the hardening nub between his finger and thumb. "Damn, if you keep that up I will definitely want to fuck you again" "Hmm" came the reply as the man looked down with an enigmatic smile. They were shortly making out and soon both of their cocks were rock hard again. Yasser rolled back on top of the man "Damn I really need to fuck you again, you have the most amazing ass I have ever fucked." "Thanks, but.....well..." said the man, "lets see." And with that, the man once again flipped Yasser over onto his back and once again began an exploration of the dark boy's furry and now very sweaty body with his mouth, tongue and his fingers, as he moved his way down Yasser's torso, he kept the boy right on the edge. Yasser had thought that surely the man had discovered every pleasure center of his body last time, but the man kept finding new parts of Yasser's body and new ways of teasing them that would send shivers down to his cock, balls, and even made his ass twitch with a hitherto unknown anticipation. The man swung his body around so that he was now kneeling between Yasser's wide spread legs. Then as he finished cleaning all the cum, sweat and ass juices off of Yasser's cock, and washing his dense black bush, he looked up at Yasser "So, you want to fuck me again?" "Fuck Ya!" "Well before you can fuck me again" he said while he slid his strong hands down Yasser's hairy legs to just behind the knees "I think it is only fair that I get to fuck you, don't you?" and without waiting for a reply he quickly bent Yasser's knees up to the boy's chest. Then, spreading the legs exposing that dark furry crack. At the same time he lowered his face, and spreading the ass crack even further with his hands he inhaled deeply, Damn he loved that smell, and he dove in. Yasser, was stunned, while he had been fucked a few times, never had anyone rimmed his ass before, sure he had seen it in some of the porn movies at the book store, but it had always kind of grossed him out when he saw those scenes. But, Damn!, who knew it felt this amazing. The man was going crazy too, he loved ass, and he especially liked a nice hairy crack. He loved eating ass. And he loved fucking and breeding it. He was pulling on the those short hairs with his teeth, and nibbling on the sweet ass lips, and then fucking his tongue as deep up the boy's ass as he could. After just a few minutes, Yasser was flopping back and forth, whimpering uncontrollably and had even grabbed his own ankles, lifting his legs up further and spreading them as far as possible to give the man easier access to his ass. After a few more minutes, the man came up for air, and looked down at Yasser who was panting like he had just run a mile, "So, how about it? Want to get fucked?" "Oh, fuck,,,, please, please, please fuck me..... fuck me..." The man smiled and brought his cock head into position. He didn't bother to spit on his dick head, it was leaking enough precum as it was and the boy's ass was well opened and lubed with the spit he had been working in it with his tongue. And truth be told, he didn't want the hole too slicked up, after all he needed a bit of dry friction to do what needed to be done. But still he wanted this boy to enjoy it, he was one of the hotter guys he had hooked up with lately and he was looking forward to more than just one breeding that night. So he got just the very tip of his cock inserted in between the ass lips, then grabbed the boy by the wrists pinning him down, (not that he needed to, that boy was so fucking hungry for his dick, but he liked to use a bit of force the first time he fucked a new ass, it made his cock that much harder, plus viewing the exposed and vulnerable thick patch of black hair in the boys pits turned him on. Then, looking the boy right in the eyes, he thrust. Just one fast thrust and his entire fat uncut 8" was inside the boys ass. The boy arched his back and screamed. The man quickly muffled the boys scream by leaning down and shoving his tongue into the boys mouth as he pulled his cock most of the way out and then slammed back into the boys ass again. With each slow pull out and brutal thrust forward back into the boys ass the boy convulsed. Adding to the intensity of the fuck for Yasser was the strange taste on the man's tongue that was fucking into his mouth (he had never tasted that wonderful heady mixture of sweat, ass juice and cum before and so didn't really know what it was - only that he liked it.) Despite his arousal he continued to struggle against the assault on his ass. But the man's strong grip pinning down his wrists was too powerful. There were tears in the boy's eyes now from the brutal attack on his ass. But slowly the muffled whimpers of pleading, fear, and pain were replaced by moans with undertones of hunger, and soon they were full throated crys of pleasure. The boy started to try and push his ass up to meet each one of the man's thrusts, tried to suck the man's tongue, coated with all of those intoxicating flavors, deeper into his mouth. The man let go of the boy's wrists and Yasser's arms quickly were wrapped around the mans back holding on to him for dear life. The man pulled his tongue out of the boy's mouth and attacked his neck, biting down hard and sucking, then moving down back to the boy's arm pit, pulling on the thick hair with this teeth, then moving up and attacking the boy's shoulder with his hungry mouth, then biting on sucking on the muscle that connected the bicep to the pectoral. The boy was thrashing under the assult. There would be a whole line of bite marks, bruises and hickeys along that section of neck and shoulder. Good. He wanted to be sure and mark this boy both inside and out as his. All the while his cock continued his brutal assault on the boys ass. "Fuck me, oh god your cock feels soo good, oh damn, please fuck me,,,, fuck me hard - damn I need you to fuck me so bad..." "Oh trust me..." the mad replied, "I am going to fuck you sooo bad." Once again they were lost in the strange vortex of time, once again they sliped backwards and forward while being suspended in time simultaneously. They were lost entirely in each others body, the rest of the universe ceased to exist until finally Yasser shouted out, "Oh fuck me...Fuck Me...FUCK ME!..... Please...PLEASE, .....FUCK MEEEE!!!!!" to which the man echoed back, "take it...Take It...TAKE IT......oh, YES......FUCKING TAKE IIITTT!!!!!" and they were both engulfed by an even deeper, more volcanic orgasm than before and Yasser's ass was flooded with the man's cum. It took about a half an hour before either of them resurfaced. Yasser was the first. He woke up with his head nestled in the crook of the man's arm. He took a deep slow inhale of the dark rich musky aroma of a sweaty man after sex. Even though the blond hair was sparse in the hollow of the man's armpit, the aroma clinging to the hair was powerful. It was the first time he had ever smelled it and despite how sore and tired he was, he felt his cock twitch with each deeply arousing intake of the intoxicating aroma. Slowly, but with increasing hunger, he started licking clean the mans armpit, then the mans neck, and then down to his chest. He loved the scent of sex, and now as he went down to the man's nipple, nursing on it like a new born babe, he was discovering that he loved the taste of post sex sweat even more than he liked the taste of cum. Yasser slowly moved down the man's torso to his cock, and cleaned it off, tasting that other new favorite flavor that he had tasted first on the man's tongue. Cum mixed with sweat, and ....what he realized now was the taste of his own ass. Both of their cocks were now rock hard again, but Yasser was in his own world. The man had been awake for some time, but was enjoying the ministrations of the boys talented exploring tongue too much to interrupt him. He finally was forced to admit, with the sharp intake of breath, that he was indeed awake when Yasser's hands cupped and lifted up his ass and he felt the boy's tongue slowly enter his ass. "So you are awake?" Yasser said lifting his head out of the mans smooth hairless crack when he heard the man gasp. "Mmmmm" replied the man with half closed eyes, "But don't let me stop you." And taking the man up on his invitation he dove back in and continued to tongue fuck the man's ass. Now it was the man who was beginning to pant as if he had just run a mile when Yasser finally lifted his head out from between the man's smooth cheeks. "As I recall, it is my turn to fuck you" "Mmmm, I think that was the arrangement" replied the man, and with that Yasser got up on his knees, lifted the mans legs up onto his shoulders and sunk the full length of his cock into the man's ass in one thrust to begin another fuck. And so they spent the whole night swapping loads. Fucking, napping, waking and fucking again. As the night wore on, the fucks became slower, lacking in the hard fast aggressive primal urgency of their first fucks, but still, even though both tired and half asleep, they were compelled by some inner compulsion to go on fucking each other. Finally, near daybreak, they had to admit that neither had the energy left, or any cum left in their balls for that matter, for another fuck. When they next awoke it was almost nine AM. Yasser had classes to get to and the man had to get ready for his last morning of meetings before flying off to the next city for another round of meetings. The man sent Yasser in to shower. They both reeked of cum, spit, and sweat and Yasser could not really ride the subway home, much less arrive back in the dorm smelling like that. While the boy was in the shower, the man called room service and ordered breakfast for himself. After the boy and showered and dressed, the man helped him on with his coat and gave him a farewell kiss. Although this had gone on far longer than any of his other hook ups, and the man was still showing no signs of guilt ot nervousness, Yasser knew enough not to ask for the man's name or phone number. Or to offer his. Neither of them had introduced themselves when Yasser had first arrived and at no point during the night had either asked the other for his name. Those were the rules. Yasser may be young, but he knew, that as intense as the night had been, this was just a hook up. Just a fuck. (OK, several fucks.) It was not the begining of a friendship, much less a grand romance. So, with one last quick kiss and a "Thanks, this was fun." he left. He smiled to himself as he walked down the hall to the elevator. He would certainly remember this night for a long time, long after those marks on his neck and shoulders he had noticed in the bathroom mirror were gone. (Well it would be nice to have a little something to remember the night by, even if only a short term souvenir like those hickeys.) But the man would still just be the "man from the Four Seasons", Just as he remembered the "man from the Millennium," the "man from the Hilton", the "man from the Marriott".... Damn he was tired, he just hoped he could stay awake on the subway going back to his dorm. As he was getting on he elevator a room service waiter was getting off. The cart had a basket of sweet rolls, a pot of coffee and an ice bucket with a small split of champagne in it. Hmm, he wondered, who was celebrating what, this early on a Wednesday morning? To be continued........

Click here to see HungLatinDom's original blog post... A guy is coming next week to stay in my house. I am in need of money, I do not wanna be an escort and I have a spare room. So instead of offering it to couchsurfers, I’d rather rent it to gay tourists with a small budget. The room is more expensive than a hostel, but with privacy and the right to use my kitchen and living room, the pool of my building and less expensive than regular hotel, you can bring guys here too. I offer also, my knowledge of the local scene, the sleazy places, guys into several fetishes and other sort of things gay guys into kinks might be interested into. Let’s see how this develops, and if my guest is happy to stay here. Here are some pics of the apartment, in case somebody is interested. If you rent the room, we might fuck if there’s mutual interest, but, as I said, I am not an escort. However, I have broad taste and if you are a top, we could plunder some of my friends together, also. More...

PART 4 Coach Pitt slowly began pulling his cock out of my sloppy hole, and I whimpered. He smiled and kissed me again. “Don’t worry, sweet boy,” he said. “Your hole won’t be empty for long.” In fact, it wasn’t empty for more than five seconds. Coach Strickland pushed his fat dick into me right away, and I could feel the warmth and wetness of Coach Pitt’s seed getting worked even deeper inside my slammed-up hole. “Pitt and I met at a wrestling conference a few years back,” Strickland explained, sweat dripping down his forehead as he thrust his dick deep. “We’d both responded to a Craigslist ad posted by some college slut. This kid wanted neg tops to breed him, so I showed up to give the little fucker a surprise. Anyway, when Pitt shot his load inside this kid’s fuckhole, I caught Pitt’s eye and he winked at me. Flashed that devil-smile of his. That’s when I knew he was doing the exact same thing I was doing—stealth-pozzing the negboy. A few months later, he got me a job here at the high school, and we’ve been slowly converting our favorite wrestlers into poz chemsluts ever since.” His thrusts were faster now. His breath grew ragged. His eyes were solid black, staring me down as he grinned like a fucking demon. “And now,” he said, “You know what’s gonna happen?” “You’re gonna breed me. Please breed me, Coach.” “Fuck yeah, Lance. I’m gonna give you a big dose of my poz seed. You. Fucking. Slammed. Up. PIG.” His whole body shook as he pushed even deeper than before, and his stomach muscles flexed as his dick sprayed volleys of toxic jizz into my hungry fuckhole. By then, I could see that the playroom was getting crowded, and I recognized everyone: guys who’d graduated in the last year or two or three, most of them wrestling at the local university now. They were watching Strickland breed me, stroking their dicks, helping each other get slammed up, and staring me down with that same demonic intensity. Tom Goldsmith—last year’s captain, the guy from the homemade video I'd seen in Pitt's office—was the first to get his poz cock up in me, and by that point I was spreading my jockbutt and begging for his dirty cum. I took a load from every poz jockpig in the room. Then Coach Pitt unstrapped me from the harness, helped me down, and turned to address the roomful of guys. “I’m gonna take a few minutes alone with this boy,” he said. “You’re all welcome to stick around and pig out. Help yourself to more rigs over there on the desk if you want.” He walked me upstairs, leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door. Then he drew me close to him, pressed his chest against mine, and said: “I’m so proud of you, Lance.” He kissed me, a wet, hungry kiss, while his fingers slowly massaged my cummy hole. “I just wanted a few minutes alone with you. And you know what, pigboy?” “What?” “I think it might be time for another slam.” I nodded eagerly, and he smiled. “Good boy,” he said. He gestured for me to climb onto the bed. He positioned me on my back, spreading my legs. Then, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he pushed his cock into my sloppy cumhole. With his dick buried inside me, he proceeded with the slams. I watched in fascination as he wrapped a rubber strap around his arm, as the needle slid into his vein, as blood filled the syringe, and as he plunged the Tina into his bloodstream. He groaned, and his cock grew even harder in my fuckhole. Then his eyes took on an evil glint as he turned his attention to me. “Want some more Tina flowing through you, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Slam me up. Please.” “You got it, pig.” The needle was in my vein within seconds. Then he pushed down on the syringe and delivered the chemical payload I was craving. I coughed, but a little less this time. I felt the drug race to my brain, my heart, my dick. Then my hole began involuntarily milking the raw cock lodged deep within me. Coach laughed. “There you go, slampig,” he said. I kept milking him as he closed his eyes and began thrusting deep. Then he leaned in for another kiss. “I want you to be my boy,” he said. “You’re somethin’ else, Lance. You’re just a natural fuckin’ pig. And my cock belongs in this sweet boyhole.” He reached down to feel my own throbbing cock, which had remained hard all night. “And look at this, you hot little fucker,” he said. “This fat dick of yours? It’ll be perfect bait to get hot neg jockboys—boys just like you—into our sling.” He kissed me again. “You’re fucking perfect. So whaddaya say? Be my fuckin’ boy?” I flashed a giant smile as he barebacked my hole. “I feel so lucky,” I said. “I’ve jacked off so many times thinking about your cock—what it might look like, how it might feel in my hand. And now your giant raw dick is buried inside me. It’s unbelievable. And fuck yeah, I want to be yours.” “Mine?” “All yours.” With that, I felt his dick spasm inside me. Another intense kiss. Then he just looked at me, his cock still twitching as it continued to impregnate my wrecked boyhole. “Fuck, Lance,” he said. “I love shooting my poz cum in you.” Later, when we made our way back to the playroom, I did another slam and took another round of loads. That was incredibly hot, but it wasn’t my favorite part. My favorite part was this: being alone with Coach Pitt in his bedroom, feeling his powerful arms wrapped around me, my head nuzzling the hair on his muscular chest, while his dick slowly worked that second load of his poz cum into my knocked-up hole. And then hearing him whisper in my ear: “Mine.” THE END

I have this fantasy too. I would love to have some hot muscle stud drug me and fuck me repeatedly. Maybe even have a few others come over and do the same. See how many loads my ass can hold.

Hello - I've been creeping this site for a few months now (love it) but have never had a good reason to post, until now. So I've registessred and would like to share this recent turn of events with you guys. It's quite detailed, which made it a little long - but I want to try and remember everything b/c it was so incredibly hot for me. Please let me know if it's too much detail and I'll tone it down next time...assuming something like this ever happens again. My partner and I (both neg) have been together for three years in a monogamous relationship. Our sex life has always been very good (sometimes mind blowing) but about four months ago we decided to start playing (safe) together with other guys (we fuck raw with each other). The new dynamic has bumped up our sex life a notch or two and we are kicking ourselves that we didn't start earlier. The only issue for me, being primarily a bottom, is that we find the supply of bottoms in Toronto is much greater than the supply of tops. It might just be where we are looking (MH, Grindr, Scruff) but for whatever reason, we've hooked up with several bottoms (or "vers" guys who only want to bottom) but only a few tops. Not that I'm complaining -- I love eating ass and I do top once in a while, but my favorite part of having a bottom over is watching my partner unleash his thick 7.5" uc cock on him. Normally, he's a quiet, unassuming guy, but put him inside a hot bottom and it is a beautiful, powerful and incredibly stimulating sight to behold. Gets me off hard every time. As a bottom, of course I'd prefer to play with a top, so a few days ago when we had another couple over (top and true vers) I made the most of it. These boys were hot - they looked like brothers but weren't. Mid-late 30's, tall, mod hairy, muscle jocks with trimmed beards and steel blue eyes. We had "booked" them earlier in the week and the anticipation of getting naked with these sexy men had me semi or fully hard for days. With them now finally in our house I was absolutely buzzing. After some making out as a group, we shed our remaining clothes and I paired off with the top into a north-south position with me on top getting my first taste of his cock while he went to work on my ass. I couldn't get enough. His cock was about 8" and a little bit thicker than my partner's. The sheer size was a little intimidating for me, but only added to my already "through-the-roof" state of arousal. He found all my sweet spots with his tongue and was getting me good and wet - using his fingers to unwrinkle and slightly open my bud while he shot his tongue in and out, then repeatedly spitting and using his tongue to push it inside me. -- I love when a guy takes his time to repeatedly spit on my hole - when my partner preps my ass like this I know he's going to rough fuck me with no added lube....over the years I've been almost conditioned to expect it, and crave it. The mere thought of a hot, rough pounding from the top "brother" sent my mind spinning and I imagined the feeling of him punishing my hole with his raw cock until he finally breeds me. My face got instantly hot and I started to sweat. I felt a hollow, sick feeling in my stomach - like when you drive over a hill too fast in your car. My thoughts were racing, my cock throbbing. In a bit of a haze but still working on his beautiful cock, the familiar taste of precum jolted my attention back to reality. His long piss slit had started oozing bulbs of the light, sweet lube. I held my lips up to his cockhead and used my hand to work his shaft from base to tip until I had a small wad of precum in my mouth. I turned myself around to half lie on him with my upper thigh covering his cock and we started to kiss. I ushered the wad into his mouth and this seemed to excite him. He pulled me into a long, wide-mouthed exchange and ground his tongue into mine. It actually hurt a little - definitely more primal than passionate - but I was not about to complain. After a few minutes, with the taste of precum diluted and swallowed he released my head and let out a low "fuck yeah" growl. Feeling pleased with myself that this guy seemed as wound up as I was, I offered up a smile. His response: I want to fuck you now. He reached down and started massaging my hole. I ground my ass back on his fingers and felt his cock surge under my thigh. Another round of euphoric waves hit the pit of my stomach, thinking of what it would be like to have this guy fuck me raw and breed me. My cock started to throb. I snapped back to reality. My partner and I always played safe with others - and apparently so did the "brothers". My little fantasy was fun, but not at all realistic. I definitely wanted to get fucked by this guy, and the deal was it would be safe. I got up and walked to the bedside table to grab the lube and a condom. My partner was busy with the other "brother" but he looked over and we exchanged smiles and "check in" nods. I walked back and the top hadn't moved. I straddled his knees, ripped open the wrapper, dropped some lube inside and rolled it down his shaft. I shot some lube in his hand and he spread it over his covered cock while I rubbed some on my bud. I moved up into position, reached behind me to grab his cock and pointed it at my hole. I was a bit too aggressive on my first try - got a searing pain that was not at all enjoyable - so I lifted myself off and waited a few seconds before a successful second attempt. Still being cautious, I rode his cock slowly at first. I would go nearly all the way down then come back up again until he was almost popping out. I kept my hand on the base of his shaft where the condom hadn't rolled down. I started pretending that there was no condom there at all and he was inside me raw. Each time I bumped into the condom with my hand stroke I hiked it up a little bit so more of his cock was exposed. Soon my ass was only going half way down his shaft and I was paying more attention to the bare part of his cock than the covered. We made eye contact and based on his neutral, questioning look I thought he was getting frustrated that I wasn't going all the way down anymore. My face got hot again, this time from embarrassment. I started to pull the condom down so I could give him what (I thought) he wanted and try to move past the awkwardness. Instead he shot his hand under me, palm up, and with the tips of his fingers he started moving the condom back up to where I had it earlier. With each pass he'd slide his fingers up along the condom until he hit my ring. I realized he was lifting me (and the condom) off his cock little by little. A wave of panic hit me - was he thinking the same thing I was? Again, my head started racing - would I actually be prepared to do this? There was a lot to consider - not that I hadn't thought about this before - I think about bareback sex all the time! While all that is running through my head I also considered that I might have been reading too much into his actions. Maybe he doesn't like this condom and wants to use one that he brought, maybe he doesn't want to fuck me anymore, maybe he wants to join the others. I couldn't be sure exactly where his head was at, but made the BIG decision to let him take the lead and if he tried to get me on his cock bareback, I planned to let him. A few more finger strokes and my ass pushed his cock all the way out. He took a quick look over to the other guys -my eyes followed. They were still fully occupied with each other. He looked back at me, shot me a quick smile and shifted on the bed so his legs straddled a corner and his feet hit the ground. He readjusted a bit more so his back fully shielded his cock from the others. He took the bunched condom off the tip of his cock and quietly placed it under his balls. My guts knotted up again - there was no mistaking it now - this "safe only" top wanted to bareback this "safe only" bottom...and I was going to let him. With my legs now wrapped around him, he lined us up and I eased myself down onto his cock. What a difference - it felt so much better raw. So many thoughts shooting like fireworks in my head. Half way down my first stroke, he leaned back and very slowly but forcefully pushed me all the way down. From there he took complete control, thrusting his thick cock in and out of me as he pleased. He'd pull my head in for these deep kisses and I kept feeling like I was on the verge of shooting without touching my cock. I've never been able to do that but this was the closest I had ever come. After a few more minutes his pace and breathing changed. I knew he was getting close but was trying hard not to draw attention from the others. At that point, I had no hesitation - I wanted this guy to breed me. I needed it. I looked at him and his eyes told me he was so close. He breathed an almost silent, "oh yeah" as he pushed me all the way down and held me there. I felt his cock expand and start to pulse, shooting his seed deep in my ass. Three, four, five. Fuck, I'm in heaven. The pulses let up and we started to kiss. I grabbed my cock and give it only a few strokes before shooting my load on him. We kissed for a few more minutes then he reached down and grabbed the condom, still in a bunch under his balls. He found the opening and started collecting my load off his stomach. I came a lot so he had no trouble getting a good amount inside. After we separate he stands up holding the full condom and asks in full voice if there is a garbage can in the room. Of course the other two take notice and spot the condom, no doubt thinking it was his cum inside. I'm guessing that wasn't the first time he's used that little trick. I haven't stopped thinking about it. I jerked off twice the next morning while replaying it in my head...and several times since then. I never got the chance to ask him his status -- not that I'd be sure to get the truth anyway. So, I have definitely had some freak out moments, some guilty moments. My partner and I have spoken in general terms about the added risks that come with playing with others, and that we'd support each other and stick together should one of us test positive one day. But I know I pushed it further than we had agreed.

I don't care if a guy is 50/50, 80/20 or 99/1 on his own time. But if I'm looking for a top, I want him to be all top for my play date with him. If I'm looking for a bottom, he'd better be able to pretend he doesn't even HAVE a cock for the next couple hours. Versatility isn't a bad thing. I do it too. But my brain isn't able to flip roles in the middle of a play date. Pick a side and stick to it until we're done with each other.

Not my last load - but my first was last year - in Orlando at a bar while on vacation - in the restroom there that seemed was more set-up as a backroom kinda thing - kinda drunk and was close to closing time - a few guys were in there and I was feeling up and kissing this hot little latino guy - he shoved his hands down the back of my jeans and played with my ass while i took his cock out and jacked it - I dug a condom out of my pocket and put it in his hand, he turned me around, some other guy put some poppers under my nose and the stud behind me pushed his cock in - jeans around my ankles leaning forward with another guy kinda holding me up - latino guy pounded my ass for a few minutes then slammed into me all the way and groaned and just kinda held there inside me - he pulled out then zipped up. he kissed me then handed me back the condom - he'd never even opened it and I had no clue - guess the beer and the poppers had me looped - I freaked the fuck out but it was also so fucking hot....tested neg afterwards - but i've been fucked bare several times since. Like some posts that i've read on here - I assume getting poz is going to happen - and although i love fucking bare - i hate the anxiety that comes after the fucks - so i'm thinking why not just get it over with and stop having to worry...right???

To tell a guy that he doesn't have to pull out is too matter of fact, too cold. To improve my chances of getting my hole creamed, while I'm getting fucked I talk to my tops and say things that help turn them on. My favorite, "Go deep when you shoot your load" not only gives him the clear message that I want his load in my hole, the imagery of phrases like "You like that hole? it's nice and clean ready for your load" or similar phrases has the potential to send the top over the edge and he'll go deep to deliver his load. I've tested all this many times and it works. Once he starts shooting I open up and relax my hole, and let the top go deeper if he needs more friction. I don't squeeze hard like many bottoms do because then the top may pull out if his cock feels too sensitive. I like tops to keep pumping and pull out a limp cock, one that falls doen as soon as it leaves the hole.

WOW YES happens to me now with my first horse dick, as you say " The only problem now is I am always hungry for a big load from a big cock in my ass! "