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"Fuck!" Jake moaned as Tanner began milking his friend's cock - expertly, slurping and licking the round, throbbing head and coating it in his boy saliva. One more finger full of crystal shoved up the boy's cunt and he was ready for a real, deep-dickin' - primed for a deep, pozzin experience. As I worked my second-finger in his expanding cunt, he moaned deeply. "Definitely ready" The chems had taken over, eroded all his resistance and he began pushing his hot arse back on my knuckles. Pre-cum flowed from his cock with every thrust and turn of my fingers and, with each squirt of pure, crystal fluid from his negboy cock he was becoming less of a boy and more of a man. Jake was loving the attention his cock was getting, moaning like it was the best thing ever. I smiled at the perfect corruption before me as Tanner's hole quivered around the knuckles of my two, big digits, the last deposit of crystal finally vanishing into the walls of his arse. The job of chemming this perfect little jock boy was done - now the fun could finally begin. I shucked out of my clothes, letting my cock finally break free of it's cage. It pointed, like a magnet, directly at Tanner's virgin hole. My cock would break Tanner into the world of poz sex - corrupt that perfect little all-star stud into a pregnant little sex-pig. As I spat a wad of saliva on my ever growing cock, I sauntered towards my prize. "Pull your ass cheeks open bro" Jake ordered "I'll keep you balanced on my dick" Jake - what a fucking find! Tanner reached back and pulled his cheeks out for me - revealing even more of the entrance to that perfect, chemmed-up little jock-gut. "Boy, you ready to get fucked" I whispered in his ear "You ready to feel me in you...churning some cum deep in my boy's gut?" He whimpered as Jake pulled his cock out his friend's drooling mouth. "Answer him bro" he said as Tanner bit his lip "I..." he started "I want to get fucked" he blurted, sighing heavily as I vibrated my fingers in his sphincter. "Fuck.." he moaned as another string of pre-cum oozed out his cock. "Yeah, please, fuck me?" he whimpered "I need you to fuck me!" "Good boy" I said, pulling my fingers out his cunt and lining my cock up with hole. "You want me to breed you slut" I said "Yes" he replied immediately "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" I rested my throbbing head up against his tiny, unlubed jock-boy hole. A firm but gentle thrust and the tip pierced him - a small way in, just the tip as I parted his velvet cunt for the first time. "Oh baby boy you are just, the fucking stud" I said, pushing a bit further, using my hands push on the small of his rippling back. He sighed deeply as he arched into my cock, piercing him totally - spreading his tight hole open and around my head, popping into him like a Key into a lock. He moaned, I felt his whole body shudder in tenseness as he dropped Jake's dick out of his throat, overcome with the sensations of my rod gliding into him. "Fuck boy" i said, as an inch disappeared up him, his hole clenching my dick whilst the soft walls massaged my sensitive tip. There was a tight corner up his cunt and my cock seemed not to be able to pass. Jake instinctively ready my expression and whipped out a fresh bottle of poppers - putting them under Tanner's nose, telling him to inhale good and deep. As the fumes hit, the kink in his ass vanished and my cock dove a good six inches into him as he gasped for air, shuddering a another fresh dose of negboy cum from his dangling penis. "Nice boy, real nice - just ease yourself into it, let daddy stretch your virgin cunt out - get it good and moist" Another contraction as he took another hit of poppers and my cock vanished up him, balls-deep in the hottest stud I'd ever fuckin' seen - his beautiful pink hole pulsing on my shaft, milking it's toxic payload with perfect rhythm. That's when Jake slowly guided Tanner's mouth back to his long cock by the stud's light blond hair, "Dont let go again" Jake commanded, pulling the boy down onto his cock in one direct movement as Tanner's anus spasmed along my shaft.

Chapter III. I excused myself to take a piss, knowing that Adam’s POZ cock was about to get much closer to my boy’s raw hole. I made my way to the door and looked back. Of course my boy’s head was turned to Adam, staring at his cockhead peeking out of his jeans. He never saw me open and close the door, then hide behind a stack of boxes. Within seconds, my boy spun around and dove onto that POZ cock. He tugged at Adam’s jeans, popping buttons all the way down, and freeing that big beautiful uncut dick. Adam’s cock was so long that it reach up to his navel before his jeans were unbuttoned, and now stuck out at least 10” from his body. My boy swallowed every inch down to the root. Adam still had has camera in hand and was clicking away. "Better pull off that thing," he smirked, adding "Spin back around so your man doesn’t see you in this position, at least not unless he wants to." He looked up and over towards the stack of boxes. I suspected he knew I was still in the room! I reached for the door and opened it just as my boy swung back around. Adam’s cock was still hanging out, dangling right over my boy’s hole. I approached slowly, transfixed, as I watched a pearl of precum slowly leak out of Adam’s POZ cock and drip ever-so-slowly down and land right on my boy’s asshole. I knelt in front of my boy as he slurped my dick down to the root. I leaned forward and spread my boy’s cheeks. Adam snapped away as I worked that pearl of POZ precum into my boy’s ass. I fingered his ass as my boy moaned on my dick. Adam’s oozing cock was inches away from my boy’s ass as I kneaded his cheeks and worked my fingers in and out, getting him prime, loose and ready to take this stud’s raw POZ cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load down my boy’s throat as I reached out and wrapped my hand around Adam’s manhood. Every moment was captured by the camera as I guided that raw toxic cock into my boy’s hole. Adam thrust slowly forward as his foreskin pulled back. Every inch disappearing into my boy’s ass was rewarded with moans of pleasure from the three of us, and clicks of the camera. My boy gagged on my dick and pulled off to catch his breath. He smiled up at me, ‘I’m finally doing it. Taking POZ cock raw!’ I smiled and nodded to him. Adam began rocking back and forth driving his cock deeper and deeper into my boy with each thrust. He pulled away from the camera and handed it to me, nodding as he did so. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this to happen, encouraging it even. I took the camera and started shooting. I moved around the sofa as Adam began pile-driving my boy’s ass. Adam’s pace quickened as his breath got more shallow. I knew he was close, and I leaned in as he bottomed out inside my boy, firing off, shooting his toxic load deep into my boy’s gut. I could see his balls clenching again and again, breeding my boy. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving my boy’s ass wide open. I could see white globs of POZ cum start to ooze out. Adam smeared the seed onto his hand and then onto my dick, leading me forward. He took the camera and began shooting as I entered my boy’s slack cummy silky hole. I knew I was working that POZ seed deeper into my boy’s hole, and that sent me over the edge in mere moments. It felt like I came a gallon, relishing the feeling of Adam’s POZ cum slipping over my raw cock, flowing deeper and deeper into my boy’s ass. I caught my breath as I realized that the camera had stopped clicking and the sound had been replaced by clapping. My boy and I heaved as Danny and Sam approached, both naked and hard. Adam patted us both on the back as he leaned forward to kiss Danny and Sam. "You boys finished, or do you want to keep this party going?" My boy grinned and smiled at me as he said, ‘I knew their plan would work!’ Only then did I realize that they had planned the whole thing. Danny started to arrange me on my knees beside my boy, both of us leaning on the back of the sofa with our asses prone. Sam slid up behind me as Danny eased up behind my boy. ‘You fuckers ready to take some more POZ cock!?!’ My boy leaned over and kissed me hard as Danny and Sam fingered our holes. When we pulled apart, we both answered with a breathless ‘Fuck yeah!’

I was bored and horny, and was just reading through some stories on Breeding Zone with the television on in the background for noise. I briefly remembered hearing that the multi-state lottery was at a large amount and was expected to make someone very rich. The thought played in the back of my mind but I sort of forgot about it as I stroked my boner to the images of the boys mentioned in the stories I was reading. I was mid-forties and in decent shape but life hadn’t been particularly good for me, I was recently unemployed again, having lost my full time job a couple years back, and been filling in with shitty part time retail jobs. I lived in a dingy apartment that had seen better days. It was a nice neighborhood when I moved in, but over the years the management companies changed, as did the nice neighbors, as they moved out in moved trash. I pretty much kept to myself, traveling out for hook-ups, occasionally going out to the clubs and bars, often just hanging around as the cover charge at the clubs was usually enough to keep me sober as, most of the time, I could only afford soda. I scanned A4A and BBRT then came across a hot ad for a cute 22 year old who was into just about everything on BBRT. I oinked him and waited, and waited then went back to cruising the ads, then back to BZ for some more hot stories. I was just about to shoot a hot load to a bug chasing story when my computer oinked in the background, indicating I had a message on BBRT. Checking my mail I found a message from him. H: Hey Daddy, thanks for the Oink, what’s up? M: Just browsing around looking at who’s on-line. H: Anyone catch your eye? M: You did. H: Thanks, I almost didn’t respond when I looked at your age, but your body got me rock hard. M: Then I guess I owe you a 'thanks'. Then BBRT advised me "This member has unlocked his pictures." H: Hope you are even more enticed with my unlocked photos. By the way I want you to know I’m not a hustler, but was wondering if you were generous. There was that question I always seemed to get from the younger crowd, wanting a free ride, a sugar daddy, a john to service. I almost ended the conversation until he continued saying: H: Daddy you still there? Daddy, I meant that I find you interesting enough that I wouldn’t mind if we became friends, not just a casual hook up. But I can’t support you. I’m still in college with two shitty retail/food service jobs, and given the distance it says we are from each other, I guess you’re in a similar boat. Our neighborhood is pretty much a slum. M: Oh so you think I live in a slum. H: That’s not what I meant, but this is certainly a lower income 'hood. Wouldn't you agree? M: Well, I guess you’re right about that. Want to meat up at S for coffee? H: Can’t do that tonight but would love to “meat up” in the morning. I checked out his unlocked picks, thinking 'Damn this kid is cute, and has a great body. I wonder if maybe he has an agenda.' M: Sure. Say about 8:00 or so. H: Sounds cool. My name is Jeremy, by the way. M: Awesome. See ya in the morning then, Jeremy. I relooked at his pictures and began wondering what I was in for, He was 6’1 about 150 pounds had blonde hair, blue eyes and a athletic looking body, looking at that sweet face and juicy cock and tight ass had me extremely hard and dripping pre-cum, but shit he was going to meet up with me in a little over 8 hours, I decided to save the cream for him if he wanted it, after all I could always jerk off to his pics after we met. I turned off the laptop and turned down the volume on my phone and went to sleep, filled with erotic dreams of Jeremy and what we could do together. The alarm went off on schedule and I was up and showered by 7, had thrown together my gym bag and tossed it into my car, going to the gym was one of those little things I struggled to get past in my current financial state, but I figured I was more hirable if I looked good and fit. Around quarter past I drove across the street to the supermarket and did some light shopping, on the way out I stopped off at the lottery machine and purchased a ticket for that night’s drawing. I arrived at the coffee shop shortly before 8 and ordered a white mocha and took a seat facing the door. Just shortly after 8 Jeremy walked in wearing black basketball shorts, a white wife beater, and an oversized hoody, zipped up about half way so that the tank top showed through revealing his muscular hairless chest, carrying a large backpack, his well-toned legs sprouted slightly darker fur, than was on his dirty blond head, he nodded in my direction then went to order himself a coffee. Upon finishing his order he came over and sat down next to me and extended his hand in greeting J: hey there, glad you could make it, I don’t remember if I caught your name on line last night or not M: oh sorry I don’t think I shared that, its Matt J: glad to make your acquaintance Matt His smile was electrifying and melted away any reservations I had about the boy. We chatted for almost an hour over our respective coffees discussing this and that and soon discovered that in spite of our 24 year age gap we had lots in common, and I soon grew very comfortable around Jeremy, almost like he was my son, As we each finished our drinks I asked him if he would like a ride home, having seen the sweat glistening on him when he had unzipped the hoody after sitting down I had concluded he had walked here, not to mention his musk was not only making me hard but he smelled great sitting so close. He accepted the offer and we headed out to my car, upon belting ourselves in I pulled out of the parking lot onto the street. I followed his directions as he led me back towards my apartment, having me pull into my drive and circle around the complex in the opposite direction I would normally take. We rounded the corner nearest his apartment and he turned to me J: you want to come in and hang for a while longer? M: sure J: you can park in any open uncovered space M: tell Ya what I’ll park in my space and walk back to your apartment J: you live here too? M: yeah and it seems not so far from you We both laughed as I parked the car, then walked to his place one building over. We entered his sparsely appointed apartment and were on top of each other as the door closed, his hoody hit the floor first as he lifted my tee shirt off. He began sucking on my quarter sized nipples shortly after we broke our kisses off, his hands found the buckle on my belt and soon I felt my jeans being lowered, having gone commando, freeing my trapped hard cock. I slid his shorts down and fondled his cock through the mesh of his jock strap his precum oozing through the fabric. We stood there groping each other and pressed against the door when Jeremy took my hand and led me to the couch where we began caressing each other anew, Jeremy not allowing me to free his cock from the Jock which was now soaked with his precum, his hard cock straining to be free J: please daddy I want to pleasure you, my release is secondary, please fuck me daddy make me your boy M: you want me to use you as my boy, breed you with my seed J: yes daddy I need you to breed me, make me yours I sank down and sucked the precum from his jock into my mouth then lifted his legs and slathered my spit and his precum on his hole, before rising to my knees and aiming my cock head towards his sphincter M: you sure you want this, there’s no going back J: yes fuck me, give me your daddy seed M: you sure you want my load blasted into your boy cunt? J: yeah daddy give me all you have to give I pushed into the unyielding pucker, but it would not open for me M: you ever been fucked before, son? J: no daddy you’ll be my first Oh my god he was a virgin and he was offering up his cherry to me, I changed my tactics a bit and began licking at his hole tongue fucking him to see if I could loosen him up. I could feel his pucker loosen some after about five minutes of probing with my tongue, I then inserted a finger and it slid in after a brief amount of resistance, I wiggled it around massaging his prostate from within. His tight ring began to yield and loosen enough to slide in a second finger, and after about five more minutes a third, I was now rubbing on that tender spot just inside of Jeremy’s sphincter his moaning beginning to fill the room, I removed my fingers from his hole and replaced it with the tip of my mushroom head, flowing with precum it quickly made the outside ring slippery and slick as I worked my head over his pucker. J: fuck me daddy, do it now M: here it cums son I pushed in as he bucked up to meet my thrust forcing the first few inches into his hole J: oh Fuck, oh Fuck, OH FUCK M: just relax and try to push out a little As he did I could feel his ring relax and I pushed another two inches up into his gut, I pulled out about an inch the slowly slipped the rest of my 7.5 inches into his rectum, he moaned as he felt my pubes on the back of his nuts tickling the taint as I ground my pelvis into his ass J: oh daddy I fill so full, now let me ride it M: mmmm so tight and pulsating around my cock As I rocked back and forth I could feel his ass muscles convulsing around my meat, like Jeremy was orgasming on my cock inside his hole I slid it out the thrust back in, the waves of muscle rippling against my organ increased and I began pumping it in and out of Jeremy faster and faster the walls massaging my cock on each pass, I soon realized I had made the boy have a anal orgasm as I continued fucking him M: I’m going to cum where you want it J: oh daddy breed my ass make me yours forever, give me your toxic seed, POZ my hole I had never discussed my status with the boy but his talk of me POZing his virgin hole just made me harder and after edging in his convulsing hole for about 15 minutes I blasted my cum deep into his bowels. I was still hard after I came so I continued to pump in and out of his flooded hole, I so enjoyed fucking a cum filled hole and then about 5 minutes later I felt the tingling in my balls again and felt the semen shooting from my cocklips again, blasting another load in his gut J: oh daddy we are now one, thanks for breeding me M: it was nice fucking you, you made me cum so hard I rolled off of the boy and we snuggled on the couch for a while before either of us could catch our breath enough to talk M: why’d you tell me to POZ your ass, we never discussed status? J: I just figured, since we meet on BBRT, you said ask me on your profile and you were willing to breed some dumb twink without even asking status or offering yours, you must be POZ M: All good assumptions but in my case wrong J: oh …, sorry hope I didn’t offend you I started laughing then pulled the boy into me and started making out with him, caressing his muscular body and getting him all excited again. M: so are you still negative? Being as you were virgin and all J: yeah I am, sorry about the POZ talk while we were fucking M: no problem, kind of got off on it actually We both began laughing together and resumed our exploration of each other’s bodies and mouths, soon he was sucking in my cock removing the ruminates from our lovemaking, his 8 inch slender cock rock hard, I couldn’t resist as I slicked it up and then climbed in his lap and impaled myself on his drooling member J: what are you doing? I’m all bottom M: you’re a top for now boy, now fuck your daddy I held my ass about three inches away from his crotch and he began thrusting upwards into my willing hole, every now and then I would raise and lower my ass a few inches to get him in me deeper, all the while I had my tongue buried in his mouth and we dueled for oral superiority, he suddenly pulled back J: oh fuck I’m going to cum M: oh yeah give me your toxic load fill me with your AIDS babies wreck my hole J: oh god I’m filling your hole with my POZ cum I ground my ass down into his groin getting as much of his twink cock buried in my ass as I could, I could fill the wetness seeping around his cock pulsing in my hole, I threw my head back and for the first time saw the photos on his bookcase besides the couch. I froze as one in the upper corner caught my eye, it was a man and a woman, the man was in a brown suit and the woman in a teal chiffon dress, it was so familiar, I blinked and went back to Jeremy kissing him passionately, now fearing the photo linked us in a way, that he was unaware of or maybe he was. Jeremy pushed me off and I got up we were both drenched in cum as I had shot again as he was cumming up inside me, blasting both our abs and almost to his neck, Jeremy grabbed my hand and led me to the shower where he tenderly washed me off then himself. J: Matt I have class in about an hour so I need to leave now, if I’m going to catch my bus M: I’ll drive you in if only to spend a little more time with you J: that’ll be great just let me get dressed and I’ll meet you out by your car. I gathered my clothes and hurriedly dressed while Jeremy got himself presentable in the bedroom, I looked at the photo again, not really believing my eyes. I exited Jeremy’s and hurried to my apartment I scrambled around and grabbed a couple dollars for gas then hurried out to the car where Jeremy was waiting for me. I unlocked the door and we both hopped in, about a mile down the road I began to ask the question that was nagging me M: the photo on your bookcase the one that looked like a professional prom photo, might I ask who they are, since it isn’t you J: oh that’s just a Photo of my mom and her boyfriend, she says it was taken when he won a portrait package in some raffle, I always suspected he was the one to knock her up with me, but she never wanted to talk about it but I always suspected. M: hmmm interesting story I dropped Jeremy off at the bus stop in front of his university then did some errands, . I had noticed a strand of dirty blond hair on the head rest in the car, about Jeremy’s color and length, I placed it in a zip lock back, I had a friend who did DNA testing to determine paternity thought this would maybe calm my nerves. it was after 2 when I got home Little did I know how much my life would change over the next 24 to 48 hours.

My boyfriend, Jon and I had been a couple for almost three months. We were close, spending almost every night of the week sleeping over at one or the other's house, having a decent sex life that involved me breeding his tight hole at least three times a week. We had barebacked since our first time meeting. In fact I breed him three times on our first date, which lasted six or so hours. I enjoyed our time together and we got along well. The only problem for me in the relationship was that he was a strict bottom. Jon claimed to be vers/bottom, but he was not. The one time we tried him topping nothing happened. This was my problem, I am vers/top but I get cravings for raw cock in my ass from time to time. After three months of not getting any cum in my hole I was getting antsy. I knew Jon was not open to a third or an open relationship; it was a nonstarter with him. I wanted to be good and not cheat, so I suffered. That is until I came over to Jon’s house right after work one day. I arrived an hour and a half before Jon got home from work as I planned on making dinner and/or hanging-out with Adam, Jon's brother, who shared the house with Jon. Adam was about three years older than I, and was a hottie, standing 6’ 1", with a chiseled frame from his days in the army, sexy smile and a big bulge. I had had a bit of a crush since I meet him but I knew he was straight. In addition I was being good so no point in pursuing it. Well, that was until this particular day when I got to their house early. As I walked in the door Adam was completely naked on the sofa with a raging 8.5 inch hard and thick cock pointed straight at me. There was straight porn on the tv and he was mid-stroke. We both froze, having the look of a deer-caught-in-the-headlights. His was the look of shock, whereas I was stunned by the sight of such a perfect cock. I was the first to regain my senses and decided in a split decision to take advantage and get my itch for cock and cum in my ass taken care off. As he sat there froze, I walked across the room and without a word lowered to my knees and looking him in the eye took his throbbing cock in my hand. I was taking a chance and risking he would beat me up. I knew he was girlfriendless and hadn’t got laid in a while so I figured it was my opening. Since all he did was look back at me for a second then went back to the TV I took it as my key to continue jerking him. He stayed hard as a rock. After a few minutes of me jerking his hard cock I moved my mouth to his perfectly round and full balls and started to lick, kiss and suck them as I jerked him off. I continued to suck and worship his balls and jerk his cock and was rewarded with a series of moans from Adam. I took his moans as a sign to move forward and moved my mouth onto his cock head. I started slow blowing his big pole. Taking inch by inch of his big fat cock until I took all 8.5 inches in my throat. When I hit bottom he moaned and put his hand on the back of my head. He then proceeded to face fuck me long hard and deep only giving me time to breath when absolutely necessary. His thrust and moans told me he was really into it. He began to tell me to “suck that cock boy," and “choke on it.” He was definitely excited and rock hard. I was working out a way of getting my hole on his cock in my head but I was surprised when he told me in his rough voice "Get the lube and bend of the sofa," adding "I'm gonna pound your ass and make it mine! You'll need lube 'cause I'm a rough fucker.” I stripped, lubed my ass, and also lubed his cock. Just like a straight guy he shoved all his big fat cock in my in one thrust! It made me almost cry, but to his credit he held it there and let me get use to it. It started to feel good, really good. He started slow but very quickly picked up speed and depth. Soon he was pounding me hard long and deep. He continued to fuck my raw ass in this position for 20 minutes and then he grunted and flooded my hole. I thought he was done but he pulled out and told me to get on my back. He was semi-hard but he presented me his cock to suck and clean, which I gladly did. As I did so he got harder and then pushed up my legs and plowed into my raw hole again. He was not gentle this time and did not give me time to re-adjust. He went back to hard pounding and deep fucking. He showed no mercy for 30 minutes until he dumped his second load in my ass. The best to fucks and loads of my life. He pulled out and shoved his fat cum covered cock in my mouth to clean off. Then he said thanks and went to the bathroom to shower. I went to the kitchen sink and cleaned up a bit. Just as I was finishing up cleaning Jon walked in and kissed me while my breath still smelled of Adam's cum. It was very hot! Adam breed me at least once a week for the next nine months during which Jon and I dated, and fortunately Jon never found out, making it all the hotter! Note: This story is completely fiction.

Tanner's little ring clenched the base of my ever hardening cock like a vice. It was all I could do to rock him gently back and forth, feeling his ass muscles squeeze, then release, squeeze then release...all the while feeling him shiver in the pain and pleasure of my cock expanding his boundaries. A few more gentle thrusts and his little ring slipped ever so slightly up my shaft. The friction of his unlubed hole was intense, I reached under him, the carpet was moist with his pre cum, a near constant stream of his perfect liquor. He moaned around Jake's cock, his eyes watering as Jake shoved almost half of his length down his throat. He gagged, and as his body rocked his ring slid nearly all the way up my cock, his tight little cunt lips tugging on my thick, veiny meat. He nearly slid completely off as he struggled to swallow Jake. I quickly came to my senses and grabbed his hips, keeping my thick head pulsing just past his sphincter. He moaned in pain. He tried cocking his leg, trying to manoeuvre away from my grasp as he finally began to deal with half of Jake's cock lodged in his throat. "Uh uh, boy" I said, matching his movements perfectly, keeping his redenning cunt stretched around my mushroom head... "He trying to run" Jake laughed, throwing his head back and grunting as Tanner started sucking him more easily again. "Yeah.." I replied, as Tanner's hole fluttered around my cock head. "He's tight as fuck..." I called, grunting. Jake leant forward to get a good view, pressing Tanner into his crotch. "Here" he said, reaching under Tanner, milking his dick till his hand was slick with the boy's pre-jizz. I could hear Tanner moan in pleasure as Jake high fived me with his slicked up hand. I took the hint, smearing what I could on my shaft as Jake leant back into the chair to enjoy Tanner's mouth again. My cock shone with Tanner's essence. I leant down close to his ear, breathing in his smell as he broke a gentle sweat. "Ready whore?" I whispered, "Ready to learn that you don't get to decide when I pull out? Ready to learn to take it like a man?" Jake smirked, keeping Tanner planted on his cock. "His eyes say yes" he said "The Fuck I care!" I yelled shoving my full girth and weight back into the boy. Feeling my head pop into his second hole with the force of my thrust. "Gnnnnnnnnhhhh" he cried, choking again...his back arching away from me. I thrust it back down as Jake shoved his long shaft, balls deep into the boys throat. 'A little pain now' I thought, rotating my cock into Tanner's hot ass. He'd learn who was in charge. If he learnt quick, I'd fuck him like a lover...not a master...but he had to learn...

Double Shot on The Rocks – The wind was rattling the windows as the Arctic air forced its way through the very walls of the apartment. The whole building seemed to be shaking and trembling as the remnants of last night’s storm passed over the city. My hopes for finding a hot dick to keep me warm were dashed as everyone online seemed huddled up and content to stay inside, but then the phone rang. “Hey B,” Victor said. He called everyone ‘B’, no matter what their name was. It was hard to hear him on his worthless cell phone, but I could tell he was outside and even harder to hear when he lowered his voice and said, “I got someone for you. Can we come through? He’s got a big one.” I paused before replying. I was horny, but sometimes Victor was too much. He was mostly straight, but liked to fuck ass raw when he was high and I enjoyed taking his nice 9-inch, big black cock. Victor was also a total freak into role play, verbal, and watching me get nutted up by his street friends. The problem came when he smoked too much and then he became a mess. That Victor I did not like. “Come on B, its bitch ass cold out and we need some place to lay up a few and chill, you hear me? Come on man.” My hungry ass decided for me for me, “OK, come on. About how long?” I replied. I spent the next 10 minutes getting things set up – straight gangbang porn vid playing, a big bottle of lube and some towels discreetly set by the living room chairs, an ashtray and pack Newport 100s out as Victor smoked those too. I also moved my padded storage bench around for extra seating and a handy place to get fucked on, and set a couple of incense burning by the front door so the neighbors would not smell whatever Victor planned to smoke. The phone rang, I buzzed them into the apartment building, and anxiously waited by the front door peaking through the peep hole and watching the elevator. I saw two men get off and come my way so I opened the door and let Victor in, followed by his friend. I closed the door, locked it, and Victor was already soothing his friend like one would a nervous horse at the races, “See man, told you my man B was cool. Look at that? Damn bitch taking that dick! This’ll be good man. Told you we could hang out. Got some smokes too, and plenty to drink.” I went into the living room as Victor and his friend were shaking off the cold and staring at the gangbang flick. The white girl was being pummeled in all three holes and Victor and his friend were both staring at the scene, hunger written all over the faces. “I can hang your coats up if you like,” I offered. Victor and the other guy took off their hats, coats, gloves, and even a couple of sweat shirts and sweaters and piled them up on my arms. While I made space in the closet Victor came down the hall and whispered, “Hey B, I told him you’d help us a out a little aiight? I promise man, it’ll be worth it.” I nodded, familiar with Victor’s old trick of waiting until he got inside my place before mentioning he would want a little cash for his trouble and patted my pocket where I had already counted out some $20s. Victor went on to the bathroom and I went to the living room to ask his friend what he’d like to drink. The guy just stood staring at the TV and I could tell he had already been smoking. After a moment he replied, “Rum,” so I went to the kitchen, mixed him a rum and coke, a vodka for Victor and grabbed myself a beer, which I slammed half of before delivering their drinks, slammed the rest of my beer and grabbed another. They settled into the easy chairs as I perched on the bench like a kid outside the principals’ office not sure if I was going to be punished or rewarded as Victor rambled on about the cold, the porn, and nonsense stuff, while I scoped out his friend. Victor’s friend was a bit older than me, taller, with a beard that was fairly thick and which stuck out giving him a wild look. Up close, he was a bit dusty and had a pretty strong odor like stale piss mixed with sweat, so likely a street dude. I didn’t mind and my ass twitched in anticipation. I downed the rest of my second beer, grabbed another, and quickly finished that one too. I was feeling a buzz now and when I refilled their drinks and grabbed my fourth, Victor emptied his pockets, ready to get the show on the road. I had set out a large, navy blue dinner plate I kept just for his visits. I had learned the hard way that Victor was messy and he did not pay much mind to where he set his hot pipe or ashes. Victor’s drug of choice is crack and while he smokes weed most days, it’s when he smokes crack that he most often wants my raw ass. His friend had still barely said a word since he arrived and Victor was doing enough talking for both of them. I watched their drug dance as they set out their supplies, divided up their little baggies, handed a lighter back and forth, both frantic to get to the smoke. I kept extra lighters on hand and his friend nodded in appreciation when I handed it to him and said in a deep, raspy voice, “Thanks.” Almost like a synchronized dance routine, Victor and his friend moved in unison now as they carefully put the rock in their glass pipes, flicked their lighters, and inhaled the smoke deep while turning their pipes back and forth between their finger and thumb as a smell like burning plastic filled the apartment. Victor finished his rock first, set his pipe on the plate, unzipped his jeans, fished out his dick, and started whacking hard as he talked a mile a minute, saying how wet that white girl’s pussy being fucked on TV looked, how those guys were stretching her good, how he wanted to see the close up of them fucking her in the ass. Victor then got quiet for a minute, his eyes glazed and fixed on the TV as he continued to jack his dick, his mouth silently working, but no words came out. He then stood up, his pants fells around his ankles and he looked at me and said, “Give me a $20 and you can suck my dick for me.” I looked from Victor to his friend, and his friend just continued slowly smoking, closing his eyes as he held the smoke, seemingly oblivious to all else. I reached into my pocket, pulled out a $20, set it on the table by the plate, got on my knees, opened my bottle of poppers and sniffed deep, then slowly slid my mouth down Victor’s drooling dick as he moved his hand up his body and started tweaking his left nipple. Victor was mumbling now, “Suck that cock, suck that cock,” as he pushed his hips forward, his dick sliding in and out of my lips. I would pause now and then to hit my poppers and each hit helped relax my throat, letting me take more and more of him until his balls were resting on my chin and my throat was stuffed with his 9-inch shaft. I was ready to get fucked, so I pulled back, reached around the side of the chair and grabbed the lube, squirted some on my fingers, wet my hole, hit the poppers, shifted the padded storage bench a little, then got up on it on my hands and knees with my raw hole pointed at Victor and waited. I hung my head a little and looked back as Victor inched closer, jacking his dick now, and when I felt the heat from the head close to my ass I angled my chest down, ass up, and pushed back a little. That was all the encouragement he needed as Victor pushed against my ass ring, with only what spit may have been left on his dick from me sucking him and the lube I had fingered into my hole to pave the way. I grunted, opened the poppers, and closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of his black dick starting to open me up. It didn’t take Victor long to get into a steady fuck rhythm and when the scene changed to the girl getting her ass split, he was ready and started bang my ass hard like through me, he was fucking her. “Fuck that pussy with that crack head dick,” I said, “Shoot that cum, shoot it.” Victor liked it when I talked dirty like that, but I did hold back, not knowing what his friend was really into. “UNGH..UNGH..OHH…” Victor grunted as he bred me with his first load. I arched my back, pushed my ass back, and clenched my hole to get every drop. He didn’t stop, and slowly worked his load in, pushing it deeper. I tried to turn a bit to see what his friend was doing but Victor set his hand on my lower back and said, “No, leave it in. I’m gonna cum again, damn that feels good.” I hit the poppers and Victor set to work fucking my ass and giving me load number two and his entire body stiffened and pulsed this time as he drew that load of cum from deep in his balls. Victor pulled out, grabbed the hand towel off the floor, wiped himself off and plopped back into the chair. I turned and his friend was just staring at the movie, his pants were still zipped up, and he appeared to not have noticed at all that I just took some raw dick. Victor fished around in the pile of supplies on the plate, came up empty, anxiously dug back into every pocket, then said, “Hey B, give me another $20 – that was a double shot – I need to run out a minute – and um… give me two more so I can make sure my man here is set up too. I’ll be right be back, OK?” The last part he had directed at his friend who still didn’t really react, and so Victor took that as an affirmative, took the other $20s I gave him, went to the closet, put on just his coat and stuff and stood as I unlocked the door. He paused as I asked, “Is he OK?” Victor gave me a toothy smile and nodded like a bobble head as he said, “Yeah, yeah B, he’s good. He’ll take care of you.” I locked the door, went back to the living room and shyly walked between the TV and Victor’s friend, my naked ass feeling wet with Victor’s load. I sat in the chair, asked if he wanted another drink, he shook his head no so I downed the rest of my beer and went to the kitchen to grab another and when I came back noticed he was watching me. His eyes were focused on me now like they had been the porn. I still didn’t even know his name, and as his stare became more intense and serious looking I suddenly thought, “Great, a dude who goes crazy when he gets fucked up.” He reached into his shirt pocket, dug out a baggy and dumped a few rocks onto the plate – man was holding out on his buddy Victor. As I watched, he smiled a little, filled his pipe, adjusted his position in the chair and leaned back and just as he set the pipe to his lips said in his gravely voice, “Suck my dick.” I grabbed my poppers, took a hit, and was surprised as the guy gave me a look of disapproval. Really? The man with the crack pipe is being judgmental? The poppers’ rush hit so I dismissed it, got on my knees, and fought with his zipper, which to my frustration realized would do me no good as the clasp was broken and there was no way to unzip his pants to get to the growing bulge I was seeing before my eyes. When the guy exhaled he blew the smoke at my face and I tried to breathe it in, my dick getting hard from the nastiness of the scene. The bulge in his pants was now straining the denim as I rubbed it, and he continued to smoke, this time when he exhaled he chuckled a little as I was clearly frustrated I could not suck his dick. A few minutes later, he set the hot pipe on the plate, I sat back on my haunches and hit the poppers again as I eyed him. He grabbed the Newport 100s, tapped one out, lit it, then focused his dark eyes back on me and asked, “So you like dirty dick?” I just nodded, he smiled, “You like big dick?” I nodded harder, hit the poppers, and he smiled. “Are you a hoe?” I nodded again as he placed the cigarette between his teeth, the ashes getting ready to fall off onto his shirt, which they did as he stood up, but he paid them no mind. He unbuckled the belt on his pants, let them fall to the floor and stepped closer to me to let the shadow of dick now straining against his long johns fall over my upturned face. He looked down, more ashes fell off the tip of his cigarette as he pulled the two sets of long johns he was wearing part way down his thighs and let his monster dick pop up over the waistbands. Jesus Christ his dick was huge! Victor was just over 9 and average thickness, this guy was probably 11 and real thick with a slight curve to the left and a head that looked black and blue, not pink like most dicks, and a pile of foreskin that bunched up in rows like a set of collars, making his dick even wider. It was also freaky veiny. Some dicks have one or two big veins running down the top or sides that you notice, not his, he had dozens – big and small - all of them engorged giving his dick a somewhat inhuman or unreal look. The smell is what I noticed next, strong man musk, sweaty balls, unwashed dick, stale chem piss and I reached forward to guide this tasty treat to my mouth. “So what you got for me?” he said. I bent over and spread my cheeks, showing him my glistening, just fucked hole. Nothing. “So what you got for me?” he said again. Oh, I turned, grabbed my pants off the floor, fished out a $20 and laid it on the table beside him. His dick slapped his thigh as he turned a little to look at it, a look of disgust and dissatisfaction on his face. I took out two more $20s and set those on the table too, and he said, “I got that double shot on the rocks for you, now show me that fucking hole.” I leaned forward, bent my knees a little, hoping to give him a nice view. I then stood back up so I could hit the poppers again but he snatched them out of my hand and tossed them across the floor saying, “You don’t need those.” Fuck, I did. He then grabbed my hips with his hands and with his hard dick pressed into my ass crack hobble walked me a couple steps to the left and forward to the bench. The bench shifted a bit as I bumped into it and I tried to edge toward the end so I could get up on my hands and knees with my feet dangling over the end to give him a direct view to the TV like the way Victor had fucked me. He was having none of that and just shoved me forward so my hands slide off the far side and I landed across the bench, arms hanging off the far side, my legs off the front, and ass poking up. I tried to get my hands back up on the edge of the bench and started to push myself up, but the guy used the weight of his body to push me back down, and as he did, a stream of ash fell off the cigarette in his mouth and cascaded down onto the carpet below my head, the embers quickly dying. With his pants still on, the crack head shuffled between my splayed legs, squatted until his dick was hovering near my open hole, then in one move dropped down onto my back with his body, leveraging his feet out a little and thrusting his dick inside me. I yelled “OW OW OW - OH FUCK THAT HURTS!” and my body tensed as I squirmed and twisted, which just let him push in deeper and made him laugh as he grabbed my shoulders to ensure he had me locked in place at both ends and started grinding his dick around, opening me up more. “White hoes get fucked rough and dirty by big black dick. Only way, the only way,” he said, his gravelly voice sounding hoarser and more raspy from the smoke of the crack pipe. He continued digging around in my ass as I moaned and squirmed, the weight of his body pressing me against the bench making it harder to breathe. Now, I do like it when I find top that can really make my hole throb, and few can, so as soon as the initial shock wore off I started to talk dirty, “Please give me that crack head dick. Open me up, fuck it rougher, come on rougher. Make me a dirty hoe for you. Make that pussy ass talk, make it wet, use Victor’s cum. Go deeper – UGHHH – fuck yeah – deeper, Jesus Christ, DON’T STOP!” This time when he laughed the half smoked cigarette fell out of his mouth onto the carpet and began to leave a burn mark, but pinned as I was I could not reach it and all thoughts that I should stop and ask him to get it and put it out were overcome by being stuffed and stretched and used. He continued to fuck me like that for a couple of minutes, then he leveraged himself up on his arms on the bench, lifting his weight off me and angling his dick up and in. Several balls-deep thrusts and I was panting like a greyhound from the force of the fuck, yet my ass was opening up for him, letting his thick dick head pierce me deeper as his rolls of foreskin sent ripples of ecstasy through my guts. His arms must have gotten tired as he did not last long in that position and eased himself back and off my body and I cried out as his dick left me vacant and needing more. “Show me you want my dirty dick,” he said, so I got my knees settled underneath me as best I could and pushed my ass back, silently begging to be filled up again and I sighed as he slid inside me once again, inch after inch of thick beef. He got on his knees behind me and started jabbing my ass ring with tight, hard thrusts, in and out of my hole and then on every 3rd or 4th one he would jam it as deep as he could, piercing me against the bench with his dick, making my gut walls stretch like Silly Putty. I was a slutty, babbling mess needing to be used and fucked and was trying to figure out how to get him deeper inside me when he stopped, “Fucking carpet’s killing my knees. God damn rug burn. Get up.” I turned as he backed away from me, kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his jeans and long johns, rubbed his balls a couple times to readjust them, and picked up his crack pipe. While he set out his supplies and got the pipe ready I picked up what was left of his now extinguished cigarette, squirted a spot of lube on the small burn mark on the carpet, set the cigarette in the ashtray and was practically jumping around needing to get his dick again. I had an idea and quickly scrambled past him, got into the easy chair he had been sitting in with my knees up on the edge, my hands on the high back, and my ass poked out. He was taller than me so the height seemed right and with the chair against the wall there was plenty of leverage, and there was one more thing. “Fuck my ass while you smoke your pipe,” I said. I turned my head to look at him and his eyes narrowed a bit, he tilted his head a little considering and asked, “So you trying to be a crack hoe huh? You think you ready? You think you can handle it?” I just braced myself in response and waited, the CLICK of the lighter, the hiss of the rock as it started to melt and his ragged breath sucking in the plastic smoke told me I would get what I wanted. He exhaled, the cloud descended around me and then he stepped behind me, his still slick dick pressed near my hole. His hands were busy, so I reached around with my right and guided his thick head to my hole and breathed out to relax my ring. As soon as he felt the warmth of my skin wrap around the tip, he flicked his lighter, inhaled, held his smoke then the crack head thrust hard into my waiting ass. That was our rhythm for the next few minutes. He would pull his dick all the way out of my sloppy guts, I would line it up to my pulsing ass ring, he would flick his lighter and heat his pipe and fills his lungs with crack smoke, then when he exhaled he would thrust as hard and deep as he could, busting my ring wide, splitting me open like a walnut. Once his rock was done, he moved his hips a little burrowing deeper, then eased back out. “Wipe it off,” he said in a smoke filled whisper. I felt around on the chair for the hand towel stuffed on the side, reached back and with one hand wiped his dick dry best I could, as well as my hole, then lined him back up on target. “Show me that crack hoe pussy, show it to me,” he ordered so I leaned my face and shoulders into the chair back, reached around with both hands and pulled my cheeks apart so he could see my hole. “Stretch it open, far as you can, time to bruise that shit up,” he now demanded. I obeyed, the feeling of my throbbing ass overriding any logic my mind wanted to put forward. His rock hard dick now shook with hunger as it nestled against my dry hole and with a nudge, firm push, and another nudge he lodged the head of his dick into my ass ring and paused. I heard the flick of the lighter again, but he did not inhale as he shifted his body pressing forward even more, half leaning over me and just as I let out the breath I was holding in anticipation I felt a searing, sharp pain on my lower back just above my ass crack and tried to scream, “WHAT THE FUCK?” A new smell hit my nose, the glass pipe clanged onto the plate as he leaned his full weight into me and said, “Now you’s marked as a true crack hoe.” The fucker had branded me with the tip of his hot, glass pipe – which I would see later left me with a droopy looking mark almost like a half circle or smile. The pain was quickly gone though as he forced his dry dick into me as far as he could and began to bang fuck me without mercy. My hole stretched, pulled, twisted, and split as he picked up the pace, his high driving him into a sexual frenzy of need and want. I could feel his dick swell and started to beg for it, “FUCK MY HOLE, TEAR IT UP, GIVE ME THAT CRACK HEAD CUM, USE THAT PUSSY, FUCK ME LIKE A HOE, FUCK IT, HARDER, DEEPER MAN, DEEPER, COME ON FUCK IT!” Just then the phone rang and I quickly realized it must be Victor coming back, but I made no move to stop his friend and his friend made no move to stop what he was doing as he was determined to get his nutt. Faster and faster he fucked me, his crack high driving him on, pounding me into submission. His breathing got more ragged, his breathe raspy, the sound of spit catching in his dry throat, then someone was pounding on my front door – crack laced cum started to explode from the black dick buried deep inside me, pushing the first two loads deeper as the third was added – the pounding on my front door got louder, more insistent and Victor began to holler, “Come on B, open up. Come on B, hey B, come on B, hey B,” bang, bang, bang. The banging continued like a high school drum line as the crack head finished shooting up my ass. His fucking slowly eased, but he did not pull out. I finally spoke up, “I better get that before the neighbors call the fucking cops,” and started to push back. He placed his hands on my hips, locked me tight against his body and with his dick still hard and deep inside me stepped back as I pushed back off the chair. I was standing up now, slightly bent, and he turned me and slut-fuck walked me towards the front door, his fingernails digging deep into my hips to ensure my steps kept time with his. Well this was new. I slid the chain back and let it drop with a clang against the frame, turned the deadbolt, and opened the door just a crack in case anyone else was in the hall as I sure as hell did not want folks seeing me like this. Victor made a move to push the door open and step in, but my fucker quickly stopped that with his left hand while with his right still gripping my hip tight, turned me to the side so I was facing the big mirror over the bathroom sink. He leaned to the left and said in a voice low and edged with more than words, “Give me the shit.” Victor started to protest, “Aw come on man, let me in, that’s not right man, I….” My fucker said again, “Give me the shit. All of it. You can come back another day and settle up however you want, but I ain’t got what I came for yet or do you want me to come out there and settle my shit with you now?” Victor’s voice got softer as he mumbled in futile protest, his jacket russled, a zipper opened, more mumbling, the sounds of plastic and more. The door closed and I could still hear Victor fussing to himself as he walked towards the elevator. The crack head slid the chain into place, the deadbolt snapped, he then looked and saw our reflection in the big sink over the mirror and slut-fuck walked me forward until I could rest my hands on the bathroom counter. He dropped a pile of stuff onto the toilet – several bags of dirty rock, some metal mesh, some other stuff I was not sure what it was, then asked, “Ready to get marked again as a crack hoe? You best be because I think tonight, you’re going to get more than a double shot.”

PART SIX Looking up at Sam as he was inside me felt absolutely amazing. I'd been wanting him ever since we'd taken the E but my feelings had only intensified after he'd fingered me. My ass was desperate for cock ever since then. I loved Sam for awakening these feelings inside me and for his massive cock but for some reason I knew I'd need more. The deeper his cock went inside me, the more I needed. The initial romance was gone, I wanted to just be an ass for his cock, any cock to use. I completely lost track of time while we were fucking, but I wanted it to last as long as possible so his cock stayed inside me. Whenever I felt he was close to cumming, I'd suggest we change positions, partially so he could "cool down", but also so I could taste my ass on his cock. It had always been a massive turn-on for me watching Jessie lick my cock clean after I'd been in her pussy and I wanted to do the same thing for my man. "Babe, please let me cum inside you" Sam pleaded with me. I couldn't help but smile cheekily back at him, "I love it when my man begs." I replied. "How do you want me?" "Get on all fours" and I eagerly got myself into position. He pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could stand up and pound my hole. As he was getting behind me, he slapped my ass a couple of times. I couldn't help but moan as he did it, it felt so good. I was so excited when I felt his big, strong hands on my hips. My hole was gonna be totally used and pounded for this man's pleasure, like any good slut's should. I clamped my ass round his duck as tight as I could while he drove his cock deep inside me. "God I love your ass babe" Sam groaned "Give me your load babe" I panted, "You know I'm your bitch". I knew I was saying it to Sam, but it didn't really matter to me who was fucking me, I'd become a total whore and needed cock and cum. I felt his cock tense up and it wasn't long before I felt that warm rush inside my ass once more. Sam pulled me back onto his cock to fill me right up again, how I loved that feeling of him being balls deep inside me as I took the last of his seed! I continued to work my ass, doing my best to milk him dry in my hole. I couldn't help but feel disappointed that I'd have to wait before I had another cock inside me. I needed more. I eased myself off his cock and started licking him clean, savouring his cum. His cock had tasted a little different this session but I enjoyed it so much I didn't care. It must have been that he'd used lube this time. "How long babe?" I asked between tonguing his cock head. "It's gonna be a while" Sam replied "You've taken a lot out of me" "Ohhhhhh..." I pouted. "I need more" "Well, the MC did give me his number when he gave me the pills. I know you didn't really like...." "YES!!!" I interrupted. "I'd love a threesome with him" Sam called him and asked if he was interested. He was almost as quick to agree as I was. We asked for his address and it turned out he only lived a couple of blocks from my place! "Let's just meet him at my place and we can fuck like crazy there." I said "But are you sure?" Sam asked. "It's not too weird?" I lay on my back scooping up and swallowing Sam's (unknown to me) tina-laced cum into my mouth as it dribbled out of me. "Not at all, what's weird about it?" END OF PART SIX

I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he chided as I got up, pulled on some sweats and strode to the door. Tanner furiously stuffed his throbbing cock back into his pants, pulled his shirt back down and sat back on the couch, trying to look like nothing was happening - pretending to watch T.V "Don't worry man" I said, throwing my head back to shoot him a big grin, "You're already fucking mine" I whispered so he didn't hear. Jake was outside; a large overnight bag thrown over his shoulder and a huge grin on his face. "Come in bro" I said, motioning to the big room behind us with my cock as it tented in the jockey fabric of my sweats. "Nice" Jake said, meeting me in a deep, passionate kiss out of Tanner's line of sight. Jake was such a hottie - I felt up his tight, swimmers torso under the fabric of his polo. "We gonna get this party started?" I asked as we broke our kiss. Jake nodded at the heavy bag over his shoulder and flashed me an evil grin. "Good boy...let's go get this jock tweaked" I whispered in his ear, shutting the door behind him. I felt Jake exhale - raditating a deep desire to initiate his hot little friend into the party-fold. Jake walked straight into the kitchen with his stuff, calling out to Tanner as I returned to the jock's side, still shirtless and tenting: "Hey man" Jake called, "Got the booze - bringin the noise man, what you boys been upto?" Dace was still visibly flushed with sex and still trying to conceal his erection.. I shot him a wink as I joined him on the couch - trying to tease him into a kiss but, getting nothing. Tanner tried to wriggle some distance between us as he answered: "Chillin' man. We've just been, chillin" Jake smiled to himself in the kitchen as he loaded a cap of my potent G into one of the sweet, sugary drinks he'd bought at the market: one capful is usually all it takes to get a jock-boy good and hungry for some raw dick, pushing those boundaries far enough to make them receptive to even darker suggestion. However, no matter how hard you try, there's always a gross after-taste to the stuff I get. It's good but, boy does it taste like crap. Luckily, sugar goes a long way to making it better - not to mention the fact that those cheap, alco-pop flavoured drinks are gross to begin with. Jake popped a bottle of amyl into his pocket and sauntered into the living room as I got up to replace him in the kitchen - I wanted to collect a few 'props' of my own from my play-bag but, also see if Jake could take the next step in his education and chem up his perfect friend alone. Tanner was still in a state of agitation, nearly being outed as a bottom-boy fag had really got to him - he grabbed the drink Jake offered him, downing the tumbler full of chem-pop in one, long hit. He slammed the glass on the little table next to him and scrunched up his face like he'd taken a hit of strong whisky: "dude, what the fuck was that?" He blurted as the taste hit him. Jake looked down at the pinkish liquid in his glass, trying to conceal a giant smirk: "Raspberry-Nado" he said, remembering the label. Tanner squirmed, shaking his tongue in the air. "I know, I know" Jake said sipping on the 'same' drink - "It's fucking gross dude but, it gets you totally fucking blitzed...Honestly, I've already had one on the way over - it gets better the second time, promise" Jake said, handing Tanner his own drink and shouting to me in the kitchen to 'bring more booze'. I smiled to myself - Jake really was a hot little find, a real dom-top, chemslut in training. He was a natural and I couldn't help but be so proud for having brought that out of him so young and perfect. He'd corrupt so many fucking boys - he had all the hallmarks of becoming a man no boy could resist.

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As the clock reached 9pm, I pulled my tongue out of him - kneeling behind him to admire my work. Tanner's little boy-pussy was begging to get filled as it glistened with spit, radiating jock-boy warmth. Tanner's cock had snaked out of his briefs and was oozing a stream of clean, teen-boy pre-cum; a whole silver thread of it connected his cock to a pool below. As I looked at the boy before me I couldn't help but marvel at his genes. Surfer God body with the face of a chiseled jock model - their wasn't an angle, pants around his knees, t-shirt pushed up his back, from which he couldn't be admired; his sparkling, innocent eyes fluttering against the pleasures emanating from his anus. "I'll get you there" I thought to myself as I dove under him, looping my tongue about the string of pre-cum oozing from his cock. Swirling it around my mouth: savouring the sweet, salty taste of his negboy juice - like 18 year-old, fine fucking wine: this boy literally tasted as good as he looked and I licked up every last drop of his perfect pre-spunk from the floor under him - running my tongue across the slick floor till it was clean and gone. As I finished, I quickly tossed Tanner around, pulling his tight, tan frame under my naked, muscled body, joining him in a deep, penetrative cum-kiss - pushing my slick, pre-cum covered tongue into his surprised mouth, forcing him to taste it, enjoy it: his own, pure, sweet teen-boy pre-jizz, swirling it round his hot mouth as I held him in place. He barely resisted; his senses in overload. He made a vain attempt to try and kick me off him but couldn't - or didn't. Either way, he eventually let out a deep sigh and reciprocated the kiss, swapping his sweet nectar back and forth with me, eventually swallowing it as we broke the kiss. "Such a fucking slut" I thought, running my hands through his blonde hair. The door-bell rang as I wiped my mouth along my forearm, smelling remnants of his precious pre-jizz in the fur of my forearm. Tanner suddenly seemed to wake-up as soon as he heard the door-bell. "Fuck!" he almost yelled, fumbling to get out of me like a caged animal. "Come on Dude" he whispered, nervously struggling to pull his jeans up from around his knees. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" he chided as I got up, pulled on some sweats and strode to the door.

[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...

Part 1: “So… fancy a fuck?” I almost dropped my scotch on myself. “Excuse me…?” The young man sitting next to me at the hotel bar gave me a little smile. It was a gorgeous smile and he knew it. The long bangs of his black hair partially covered his green eyes. “Why sit alone in a hotel bar? I can think of better ways to spend an evening.” Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a bit. I travel a lot for work and this trip had taken me to Birmingham, England, which is only about 70 miles south of Manchester, where my husband and I live, but as there are very few straight roads in England, it is almost an 85 mile drive, which, in bad traffic on the M6, can result in a two or three hour drive. So I was staying in a hotel in the city centre, (downtown to my American friends), of Birmingham for a couple nights. I had dropped my jacket off in the room but hadn’t even taken off my tie before heading to the hotel bar. The bar was fairly empty and the staff were busy playing on their cell phones when they weren’t getting a drink for someone. I had already downed a couple scotches in maybe 40 minutes when the young man had sat next to me, introduced himself as Jordan, and struck up a conversation. He wasn’t quite a twink… he was masculine with a firm body suggesting he spent a generous amount of time working out… but he was young. I guessed 22 maybe 24, (roughly half of my 42 years), and dressed smart but casual in an untucked black button up shirt and black jeans. I do work out and keep myself fit. My blonde hair, kept short to project a conservative image at work, and blue eyes are clear indications of my family’s Nordic background although we’ve lived in the UK for generations. I guess I look good for my age. I could probably pass for 38 or so (yeah, I moisturize <lol>) but I’m definitely not used to younger guys coming up to me in bars. I told him my name, Eric, but I didn’t think much of it. Just another guy in a hotel bar passing the time. But as we chatted, Jordan slowly moved closer until his leg was against mine. I’m married… happily so. Well, more or less happily. I mean… you know… I love my husband. Brian and I met five years ago and quickly became best friends. Six months later, we took a holiday together and our relationship bloomed into something more. We have been together - and monogamous - ever since. I’m not saying the spark has gone out but we don’t have sex that often any more. And when we do, I always end up on top despite my having been more of a bottom before. If I was being honest, I would admit that we have settled down into a very quiet existence… and by quiet I mean mundane, routine, and - yes - boring. When Jordan put his hand on my knee, though, I didn’t pull away. He was gorgeous and we were just talking. No harm right? He bought us both a drink. A bit later I bought the next round… after all, fair is fair. I can’t hold my liquor like I did when I was younger so I was pretty relaxed by this point. He got me talking about my life. Jordan was so friendly and such a good listener I found myself telling him about my husband, about our life together, about where we lived, about where I worked. On and on. And all this time, his hand gently rubbed my thigh… working closer and closer to my crotch. It felt so nice, I didn’t stop him, even as I hoped he wouldn’t notice I had gotten hard. 
When his hand rested on my crotch, though, he didn’t seem surprised at all. He rubbed me gently and I moaned in spite of myself. I had to stop this, it was getting out of hand. I picked up glass to take a sip… and that was when he asked me that question: “So… fancy a fuck?” His hand rubbing my cock gently through my trousers. His beautiful face close enough that I could feel his breath on my cheek. His body so close and firm. And the warm glow of alcohol in my veins. In that moment, my husband felt so far away and the idea of going back to my room alone felt so cold. “Excuse me?" “Why sit alone in a hotel bar? I can think of better ways to spend an evening.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t form any words. So I just nodded. “Good.” Jordan smiled and I swear I felt flutters in my stomach. He stood and waited for me to do the same. I was surprised to realise he was so much taller than me… at least 6-2 to my 5 foot 10. I staggered a bit as I slipped of the stool but Justin caught me. I honestly hadn't realised I was so drunk. “Let’s get you back upstairs, Eric,” he said once I had my balance, slipping his arm around me possessively, his hand resting on my ass, and guided me to the lobby. I may have heard a snigger from the bar staff but couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. Jordan’s quiet self-assurance was even more arousing than his hand had been on my dick. I could have melted into him right there as we crossed the lobby. Within minutes we were entering my room, and no sooner had the door closed when he bent forward and kissed me. Passionately. Arousingly. His tongue slipped between my lips. The first kiss from someone other than my husband in years. His hands slid down my back and brushed my ass. My body trembled. He took my right hand and pulled it to his crotch. I could feel his hard dick straining inside his jeans. My fingers traced what was obviously a very big dick. “That’s for you tonight, baby,” he said, adding "I'm gonna give you all of it.” I moaned into our kiss. “You want that don’t you? You want that cock? Tell me you want it.” “Yeah… please.” I managed to whisper. “Fuck yeah. Nine inches, all for you tonight.” He broke off the kiss, steering me over to the king size bed and had me sit on the edge. He slipped my tie off then began unbuttoning my shirt, casually tossing both aside. I tried to unbutton his shirt off but he slapped my hands away. He pulled my shoes off and then my socks. “Stand up.” I stood and his hands unfastened my belt and then slipped my slacks down to the floor. I stood before him in just my pants (my underwear to my American friends). I keep my chest trimmed but not shaved and, as I mentioned before, I do try to stay fit. Jordan stepped back and looked me over appreciatively. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” His fingers caressed my nipples then trailed down my chest, brushing my dick - still hard and straining in my white briefs, a wet spot growing on the front where my precum was seeping through the material - then reaching back around and sliding inside the waist band and caressing my ass. I felt myself melt into his chest. “Yeah… that’s what you like, isn’t it? You like having that ass played with.” “Uh huh.” I said drunkenly. I felt him pull my briefs down and they slid to the floor with my slacks, my dick bouncing up as it was freed. I was completely naked and Jordan completely dressed. He kicked my clothes away and pulled me tight against him. His hands groped my ass and his fingers teased my crack as his tongue found its way back into my mouth. His fingers were circling my hole. “Fuck you are tight. How long has it been since you got fucked?” 
“Over four and a half years.” I whispered. “Shit. Don’t worry… we’ll take care of that tonight.” His finger pressed against the hole and pushed. My ass opened and allowed his digit to slide in. “Oh yeah… you know what you want, don’t you?” He was so fucking sexy, so self-assured, and I really did want to get fucked. I surrendered myself to him… to this twenty something stud. “Yes. Please fuck me. I want you inside me.” His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down. I dropped to my knees in front of him. He unzipped his jeans and fished that long dick out without unbuttoning his jeans. I had no doubt that it was every bit of 9 inches as he had said and very thick. “Why don’t you get a closer look first?” His hand on the back of my head pulled me towards that hard shaft. I opened my mouth and he slipped past my lips. The first cock, other than my husband’s, to fill my mouth in years. Jordan’s cock was an entirely different experience. Brian has a great cock, but this monster put him to shame. Jordan’s hot young body was firmer than Brian’s. He smelt different and tasted different. It was so intoxicating. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, drifting deeper, and he eased into my throat. “That’s it.” He cooed above me. “You are such a good cocksucker.” I couldn’t talk with my mouth and throat filled with his meat, of course, but a low moan escaped from deep inside me. His thrusts were rougher now. He was using my mouth, not allowing me to suck or control the blow job. “You look amazing with that cock sliding in and out of your mouth.” I heard a click and glanced up to see him holding a mobile phone above me, snapping pictures of my his cock sliding into my mouth. Oh fuck.. some part of my deep inside knew this wasn’t good but I was too caught up to stop him. So he just kept fucking my face for several more minutes. I could taste his pre-cum coating my tongue and mouth. Finally though, he slipped out and took a step back. “Why don’t you get on all fours on the bed? Let me get a good look at that ass.” I scrambled off my knees and climbed on the bed. Facing the wall and presenting my ass to him. I felt his breath on my butt. His hands parted my ass cheeks. And then his lips and tongue were on my hole. He was like a madman. Licking, slipping his tongue inside me, even little nibbles on the sensitive sphincter that made me jump. My ass was quickly dripping with his saliva. As he ate my ass, he guided me until I had turned to face the mirror over the desk with him behind me. I could see him, still dressed with his amazing hard cock sticking out of his fly, with his face buried in my hole. I was panting and starting to sweat when he stood up behind me. It was time. Jordan didn’t ask if I was ready. He didn’t whisper any sweet-nothings in my ear. There was no pretence of being gentle. He spit on my sphincter and on his cock. His cock was at my hole, his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me back slightly. His cock pushing forward, defeating my body’s natural resistance, forcing it’s way inside me, piercing my barrier. Monogamy forced aside by his big tool. It was painful, so painful, but I did not want him to stop. “Oh, god yes, fuck me. Please fuck me.” “You are so tight, baby.” He said. “But when I’m done you will be nice and stretched out.” He thrust hard into me again, as if to prove his point. Another inch slid inside me, then another, and another. He was relentless in driving deeper inside me. Merciless. And so very fucking fantastic. This twenty-something stud was fucking me, using me, tearing up my hole… and I liked it. I started at his reflection in the mirror, his body undulating behind me. Sensual. Confident. Determined. Gorgeous. He pulled his cock all the way out. My hole trembled and tried to close. But he slammed back into my hole and I was impaled again. I cried out. Again. And Again. Deeper each time. I watched in the mirror in front of me, seeing his whole body thrusting when he pumped inside me. He had his phone in his hand again, recording our fuck. Me on all fours, him behind me, pounding me. Alternating between close-ups of his dick in my hole and our reflection in the mirror: me on all fours facing the mirror, pounding me from behind. “Yeah.. you are loosening up for me, baby. Fuck… you are such a slut! You like this don’t you… you like it rough. Like me using your ass like a pussy?” “Oh Christ!” I moaned, words flowing out of my mouth without thought. “You feel so good in me. I’m your slut!” “Oh yeah, baby. I’m going to breed that hole really good. Gonna fill you up! Tell me how much you want that.” Breed? I’m no idiot. I know what the phrase means. My heart stopped in my chest as I realised there had been no discussion of condoms, of status. My head was swimming but felt an instinctive panic. I tried to pull away but his grip on my thighs held me tight. “Here is comes, bitch… I’m coming!!” And he was. I could feel that massive member swell inside me. His thrusts barely slowed. And volley after volley of seed fired inside me, filling me up with his dick slime. Finally his dick softened and slid from my ass. I could feel a trickle of his cum leak out and drip down the back of my balls. I could hear the camera clicking again. I was in shock… realisation about what i had done dawning on me. He had fucked me, without a condom, and come inside me. “That was hot…. you have a great ass.” Jordan told me. He was kissing me again. I still hadn’t come and I quickly realised he wasn’t done yet either. I didn’t protest as I felt his cock getting hard again. ** I woke up the next morning, my head feeling like it was about to explode (I really hate hangovers). Jordan was gone. He had shot a least two more loads up my ass before we fell asleep… him still fully dressed, me naked as the day I was born. Now, in the light of the morning, I thought about Brian - about how I had betrayed him - and I felt so ashamed. Jordan had left me a note telling me how much fun he had and hoped my business trip was a success. There was no number or last name on the note, so I assumed this was a one time thing. I can’t believe I was so wrong. 
 --- More to cum (so to speak). Plan is 1 chapter per day this week (plus epilogue).

Chapter I. My boy and I had fooled around with other guys, sometimes together, sometimes separately. I totally got off watching our buddies fuck him bareback and fill him with cum. Nothing was more fun that sliding into his loosened ass and using our buddies’ seed as lube! I’m mostly a top, but it was equally as fun letting our friends cum in me and having my boy top me when my hole was good and sloppy. All of that changed after we had an STD scare a few months ago. We had invited Danny and his boyfriend Sam over to our place. They are both versatile, so we knew we’d all end up getting to fuck and get fucked as much as we wanted to. My boy took both of their loads before I seeded him, and I took Danny’s load before my boy came in me. After they left, me and my boy laid on our bed, tangled in cummy sheets, fingering our holes and kissing. Hot, right? Well, about three weeks later, Danny called to ask if they could come over and talk. It didn’t sound like they wanted to play. Danny told us the big news. He and Sam had both just tested POZ. They thought it had happened when they hired an ‘escort’ a few weeks earlier and he had fucked both of them raw. If that was indeed how they’d both gotten the bug, there was a really good chance that they had pumped both of us full of POZ seed. Of course, we immediately got tested and the results came back NEG for both of us. Our doctor advised us to get tested again in three months just to be sure. The three month mark came and went, and we were tested again, both NEG. After that, we decided to fool around less with fuck buddies, and play safe with them. We both hated using condoms with our friends, but they were pretty respectful. We had some guys over and had them bag up before fucking us. That seemed to be safe enough, so when my boy asked if we could invite Danny and Sam over to fuck us again, I agreed, but adding only if they agreed to play safe. They came over, and both dutifully wore condoms. I wasn’t planning on letting them fuck me, even safe, but after seeing them each sink his cock into my boy’s hole, I needed their cocks too. Sam even joked that wearing a condom sucked, but it made him so much less sensitive that he could fuck longer without cumming. Secretly, as Sam was fucking me and Danny was fucking my boy, I couldn’t help but fantasize about that condom bursting as my gut was filled with POZ cum. But, that’s not how we wound up taking POZ seed. After Danny came in the condom and pulled out of my boy, I fucked him raw. Danny and Sam egged me on to breed him. It felt so strange to be fucking him after two cocks had loosened him up, but with only lube in him; it felt so different. Danny asked if he could take pics of my load dripping out of my boy’s ass, and we were game. My boy told him how much it turned him on to be photographed like a common slut. Sam piped up that we should meet his friend Adam, who was a photographer. A few days later at a boozy brunch, Danny and Sam introduced us to Adam. After a few mimosas and Bloody Marys, Adam pitched something to us, explaining that in his work as a photographer, he did work for a gay website, soft core mostly, but sometimes featured boyfriends. My boy was feeling his drinks, and asked Adam if he ever joined in the action. He winked at my boy, then smiled at me saying, "Only if both guys are into it." Then he clarified his remarks, by shaking his head and commenting he joined in a lot less lately. "Why?" Danny asked. "'Cause I'm POZ," replied Adam. "So are we," Sam responded. Adam chuckled, saying "This just got a lot more interesting." To be continued….

Pete had gone to visit his cousin Jack. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, but were close and had played around as teenagers. One day when Jack was at work Pete went to use Jack's laptop. When he turned it on he saw a folder just marked To The Point. Being curious, he opened it and clicked on the video file it contained, and couldn't believe what he saw. A Latin guy was tying a tourniquet on Jack's arm. The Latino then inserted a syringe into one of Jack's veins. Pete's dick was throbbing at this point. He watched as the plunger was very slowly pulled back and some blood mixed with the liquid in the syringe. Jack's face was a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. The Latino removed the tourniquet pushed the plunger in. Pete watched as the rush took over Jack. And then the clip ended. Holy fuck Pete thought. As the day went on he wondered whether or not he should tell his cousin what he saw. Later that night Jack said a friend was coming over, and when the friend showed up, it turned out to be the man in the video. Jack introduced him as Javier. Jack went into the other room and came back with a pipe and they started to smoke as they talked. After a few minutes Pete nervously said "I was on your laptop today." Jack smiled saying "Did you find it? I was hoping you did" and turned to Javier and smiled broadly. Pete said "I always wanted to try that but didn't know anyone who slammed." At this point Javier leaned over and kissed both men and said "This is your lucky day." He then went to his backpack and pulled out three rigs, a bag of T, a bottle of sterile water and a couple of tourniquets. His dick rock hard and leaking, Pete watched wide eyed as Javier prepared the rigs. Once the syringes were ready Jack said " Let's go lay down. Javier will do you, and I will do myself next to you, so that you aren't feeling that first rush alone. Then Javier will slam himself and then 'Let the games begin." Pete watched as Jack tied himself off as Javier did the same to him. He was told to make a fist and then Javier slapped the crook of his arm and he was amazed at how big his vein got. Javier laughed, saying "See? Even your vein has a hard on." At this point Javier told him that after the shot he would cough, but not to worry, just lay back and enjoy the ride. Jack leaned up and kissed Javier then did the same with Pete. Then Pete watched as Jack slammed himself, and with that Javier said "Here we go" and pulled back the plunger. Pete saw his blood coming back up into the syringe and then watched it pushed back into himself. All of a sudden he began to cough, followed by a ringing in his ears, his entire body feeling as if it was on fire. He became acutely aware of how hard his dick was, and that his ass was craving to be fucked. At this point he felt Jack's arms around him and his cousin's cock slipping into his ass. In the background he heard Javier moan FUUUUCK and Jack knew Javier had slammed as well. Pete wasn't sure what would come next, but he knew he was born for this moment.

"I want to POZ you Bart. I want to fuck you and shoot my toxic load deep in your guts.You're so cute, everybody wants a piece of your ass. And they only get it when you are willing to give yourself to everyone. You NEED to be pozzed. You know you do. Look at how tense you are. You should enjoy cock not fear it. You should embrace cum not reject it. What you need is a nice unhealthy dose of infected cum in your tight little asshole. Oh my see, that little prick of yours. See how it twitches when you hear I want to breed you. You like hearing that don't you? Yeah I know you do you little slut. You're silent but I know deep down you want to be a big piggy slut. An uninhibited whore who needs cock like his worthless life depends on it. I can give you that. Just let me push my throbbing dick in your cunt and I can give you all the sexual freedom you so desperately want. Look at my cock. Come on, look at it. See how nice it looks. Not scary at all. Not looking diseased or anything. It just looks like any other cock, however it only spews a deathly cocktail of jizz and bugs. You need those bugs. You'd be the perfect host. They'd nest between your buttcheecks and control who can come in and not. And they will gladly let anyone enter. C'mon touch it. Feel my pozprick. Yeah that's it. Feels good doesn't it. Now grab my balls. Feel how heavy they are. They are filled with toxic jizz. I haven't cum in a few days so when I shoot tonight it will be a copious amount of poison. I want to knock you up with my aids babies. Yeah you'd like that won't you slutboi. Now on your knees and start sucking the venom out of my hose. Good boy. Yeah work that mouth of yours on my cock. You sure like that don't you. Bet you're momma is proud now. Sucking a sick stranger's dick. Fuck you are so made for servicing cock. I must admit I'm surprised how eager you are sucking a POZ man's prick. You see those other men looking at you? They like you on your knees with a dick in your mouth. They all know you're getting gifted tonight. And after I'm done they can ravish your little hole as much as they want. Can you already taste my poison? I'm leaking like a faucet already. Here let me show you. Look at it. See those drops of cum? Let me show you. Oops was that in your eye? Did I poke your eye with my infected dick? I'm sorry... Don't get up. Please just stay there on your knees, I want to rub my whole dick over your face, cover that pretty little mug of yours with my dicksnot. This is so hot, look at you. Covered in sticky cum. Your face is full of HIV now, how you like that? Get up and turn around. It's time I stabbed that shitter of yours. What do you mean you're not sure? That's the problem right there you see, you need someone to decide for you. So I tell you, you HAVE to turn around and get a nice creamy load up your gut. So turn around and show me that nice butt of yours. Oh what a beautiful pucker you have there. It's looks so small and tight. I'll just use a nice glob of spit for lube. There. This is it Bart, you are about to get fucked by a POZ man. Ughhh, just one big push. Relax, relax, let me shove it all the way in. Hold still boy, it's just a little over 7 inch. There there it's all in. Now relax, get used to that prick. No no no, don't push it out. I'm just going to shove it back in you know. Dammit it slipped out. Just stand against the wall. Push your ass a bit back. Where is that hole of yours ah yes found it. One two three, FUCK. Yeah man, stabbing your ass again. I know it hurts, but it's much easier than going slow. Just get used to it. Shhh shhh. No no, don't touch your cock, hands against the wall. I don't want you to cum yet. Just hold still and enjoy my prick. I'm going to fuck you know Bart. Nice and easy. Yes, good boy. See how well that goes. Back and forth, back and forth. Doesn't that feel nice? This is what you've been missing all that time. Unhealthy raw sex. Sex like it's meant to be. I'm going to pick up the pace now. You can take it don't you, yeah you can. You like getting fucked don't you. Yeah you do. I'm so proud of you Bart, you are getting barebacked. Taking poz dick in that little hole of yours. Ohhh, ooh I'm cumming. I'm going to fill you up with my toxic spooge. Uhhhh. Yeah, uhhhh. There take it, ughhh, fuckkkk. That were some nice spurts. Fuck I needed to unload that. Did you cum? You didn't? Good. I'll just stay in that roughed up little ass of yours. Let your bowels absorb my poison. Oh man, that was intense. Did you like it Bart? Did you like getting bred? Bet you did. Let me massage the cum in your ass. Yeah. Pfff. I don't think I'm getting limp Bart. Holy shit my cock just stays hard in that previous NEG ass of you. I'm just going to plow you again is that ok? Sure you can jerk off now if you want to. Yeah jerk that little cock until it spews the last squirt of NEG cum you have left. You've been a good boy. Just let me enjoy that asshole of you a little bit more. Yeah sliding in and out of your sloppy hole. Feels good doesn't it? Cum is the best lube, you'll see the next time you come here. You're ready to squirt Bart? Yeah cum boy, shoot your load. Look at that, you really shot a nice big load. You must have been hot and horny. Look at it Bart, look at your jizz dripping from that wall. Healthy fertile jizz wasted on a wall. Your last chance at spawning offspring. You're one of us now Bart. Free to get fucked by whoever wants to fuck you. No need to thank me. Let me just slide out of your ass. Whoops, made a bit of a mess down there, might have torn something in my enthusiasm. Don't worry, THAT will heal up. My gift won't. Bye now."

Getting My Poz Freak On What the hell did I get my 30 year old ass into this time? Here I was strapped in a sling in leather restraints in my black boots and jockstrap, horny as hell for pig play. A handsome, leather, bearded, muscled daddy-type was preparing a rig to slam into my arm. I woke this morning with a morning wood, horny and looking to cruise. I logged onto my favorite gay site and browsed the profiles. One headline caught my eye. It read, “Dominant Leather BB Pig!” His stats read: “Age: 45” “Height: 6’2” “Weight: 155 – 160 Lbs.” “Position: Versatile/Top” “Build: Muscular” “Body Hair: Hairy” “Cock: Large/Uncut” “HIV Status: Unanswered” “Drink: Socially” “Drugs: Yes” “Smoke: Yes” His description read, “Masculine man here, intense, and likes to go with the flow. Looking to smoke, slam, and perv out with like-minded pigs. Let’s get twisted and breed.” My cock sprung to attention. I unlocked my private pics and sent him a message that read, “Hi, hot profile. Pig boy here looking to expand my limits and do some serious piggin.” He replied, “Hot pics, boy! DOM, BB, pig, daddy here. Love to get you in my sling, get twisted and breed that hole. You like cum and piss? Want to parTy?” I replied, “Yes, I want your cum and piss. Let’s parTy.” “I only BB. You cool with that, boy?” “Yes!!” “Come on over, boy. The sling is up and ready.” He sent me his address and we set up a time to meet. I jumped in the shower and prepared for an afternoon of pig play, then slipped into my dirty jock stinking of piss, got into my boots and headed to his house. I knocked on his door. When he opened the door there stood one rugged looking, hot man in a leather jock and boots. The twists of his curly beard hairs ended around his nipples. He was muscular, with a hairy chest, and treasure trail that disappeared into his jock. I looked into those dark brown eyes and must have sprouted an instant boner. This guy was so fucking hot!! “Damn boy, get that sweet ass in here, and get those clothes off. Let’s get to piggin’.” I stripped down to my jock and boots, and he led me to his play room. He had leather gear hanging from the walls, a bench full of dildos and toys, and pics of hot naked men on the walls. There was a sling hanging in the middle of the room, and the moans of sex could be heard from the porn playing on a big screen tv. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode right out of my chest. What an erotic play space too. He pulled me to him and slipped his tongue down my throat as he kissed me with the most erotic, passionate kiss I ever had. I was putty in his arms. “Woof….you’re going to be fun!!” He grabbed my ass with a firm grip, and turned and walked to his wall of gear. He returned with a collar in hand, and strapped it tightly around my neck; then locked it in place with a pad lock. “That’s better, boy, now let’s get your ass in the sling and play.” I flipped myself into the sling, and he put my feet into the leather stirrups, then went back to his wall of gear and returned with leather wrist restraints. My cock was rock hard. With each throb my rod stood at attention and again dropped to my belly. He wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked the full length of my shaft, working precum to the end of my piss hole. With one finger he wiped up the precum from the head of my cock and made me lick it up. He then strapped the restraints around my wrists and secured them to the sling chains. “Now we’re ready to get started, boy. Trust me you’re going to love this as much as me.” He turned back to me again and pulled out a syringe. “You like to slam, boy, when you parTy?” I told him I smoked T in the past, but never slammed before. “It’s amazing, boy. You’ll crave to be an even bigger pig after slamming.” Smoking T made me a big pig, but I was totally excited after hearing how much more intense a slam would be. My cock throbbed hard at the thought of the pig play ahead, and my first slam. I was almost shaking I was so excited. He finished preparing the rig and turned and placed it on the table next to the sling along with a tourniquet. He then grabbed a catheter and lube and placed them on the table next to the rig. “From the looks of your cock all boned up, I think you’re ready for the ride, huh, boy?” “F….U….C….K, Yes!!” “I’m going to breed you good, boy. You ready to take my cum too?” “Yes, I want your cum and piss. Please!!” He chuckled and grinned, “Are you sure, boy?” “Yes, give it to me!!” “Are you poz or neg, boy?” “Neg, why?” He put the tourniquet on my arm, then grinned again, “Welcome to the club, boy. I’m going to poz your ass tonight.” My eyes widened and jaw dropped as I gasped, “You’re poz?!!!!!” He just grinned again, grabbed his already hard cock, and nodded yes. I struggled to get free from the restraints, “No!! Untie me!! Let me out of here!!” “You’re saying no, boy, but your cock is saying yes!!” I looked down and my cock was raging hard and pulsing. He turned his back to me, “Let’s just seal the deal, huh boy??!!” “Just untie me, please.” He grabbed a belt from his table and tightened it around his arm. When he turned back to me he had an empty syringe in his hand. He looked into my eyes. “You’re going to love this, boy!!” My cock again throbbed, saying yes, but my head was telling me no. He extended his veiny arm for me to see, then pulled the cap from the needle with his teeth, and lined the needle up with his vein. I watched him slowly poke the needle into his arm, into his vein, and he drew back half a syringe of blood. I again struggled to get free, as he wiped my now protruding arm vein with an alcohol swab. It was an easy find. He grasped my arm firmly to hold me still. All I could do was watch in terror and excitement. My heart was beating fast. He lined up the needle to my vein, and with a slow jab I felt the needle poke into my arm. He drew back on the plunger, mixing our blood together in the syringe. “Here is comes, boy!! And I’m not on meds, so I’m highly toxic. This is your conversion!!” His cock was rock hard. Precum oozed from the head of his shaft and dripped from his PA ring. (More toxic juice). I watched as he slowly injected his poisonous blood into my arm vein. “There’s no turning back. You’re mine!!” My cock again throbbed, and I stopped struggling. It was too late, but at the same time, it was so erotic. His toxic blood was now shooting through my body, and I found it turning me on, not off. “Fuck……yes!!!” “I knew you wanted it, boy. I want to give you all of me.” I let go of all the desires that burned in me for so long, “Yes….breed me. Poz me.” He again wiped my arm with an alcohol swab then pulled the cap from the rig with the T. He lined the needle up to another vein in my arm and grasped my arm. “I wanted you fully sober for my blood, and your cock tells me you are as excited about it as I am. Now let’s go for a ride.” He again slowly poked the needle into my arm, and drew back on the plunger. My blood flashed back into the syringe. “I’m in, boy.” I watched as he slowly emptied the syringe into my vein. He popped the tourniquet from my arm, and pulled the needle out. Blood trickled from my arm, and he wiped it with his finger then licked it up as my body felt the rush. My neck felt hot!! My heart raced!! Tingly sensations filled my body, and my cock again throbbed with excitement. My hole begged for attention. I wanted all his piss and cum. “FUCK!! It feels amazing!! What a rush!!” I felt an erotic sensation throughout my body. I wanted to be a total pig with this man. I wanted all his toxic cum in me. “Fuck me. Fill me with your poz cum.” “Easy boy, you’ll get all of my DNA and more. We’re going have a great time!!” He again tightened the belt on his arm, cleaned off his forearm with alcohol and picked up another rig of T. “You watching, boy?” He walked to the side of the sling so his extended, veiny arm was in clear sight. I watched intensely as he again popped the cap from the syringe with his teeth and aligned the needle to a protruding vein in his arm. With a slow advance he slid the needle into his vein and drew back on the syringe. His toxic blood shot into the syringe, and he slowly injected the blood and T mixture into his arm. He removed the empty syringe from his arm, and blood trickled down his arm from the injection site. He dropped the belt to the floor and put his arm to my mouth for me to lick up his blood. It was all so hot!!! He closed his eyes and grinned, “Fuck, yes!!! I’m going to enjoy pozzing you tonight, boy!!” His cock was rock hard with more precum leaking from its piss slit onto his PA ring. He walked toward the table next to me and opened the lube and catheter package. After lubing the tip of the catheter he grasped my hard cock and lined the tip of it with my piss hole. I felt the catheter spread my piss slit open, and he slowly advanced the tubing down my urethra. My cock again throbbed rock hard, and as the catheter reached my bladder urine shot from the end of the tubing onto my belly. He quickly clamped the tubing off, then leaned over and smeared my piss all over my chest and abdomen. The smell of piss filled the air. It was so erotic. Then without delay he stood up again and aimed his hard shaft up in the air. A piss stream shot from the end of his cock, dripping from his PA ring as he sprayed his piss all over my cock, body and face. I opened my mouth and he filled it with his piss. The taste was strong and salty as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of his golden urine. Piss dripped from my stache and beard and teased my nostrils. I loved the smell of piss. Even walking into a men’s bathroom and smelling piss made my cock rock hard. My cock again throbbed and danced with each pulse as he soaked me with his scent. The last of his piss dripped and splashed from his PA ring to his legs and the floor. He again smeared piss all over my soaked body with his hand. He then leaned over and licked piss from my chest, running his tongue up my chest and across my lips as he buried his tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste his piss on his tongue as he again French kissed me. His tongue was buried deep in my mouth with his lips pressed firmly to mine. This man brought out every animalistic desire in me, and I craved for more. The catheter tubing stuck out from the head of my boned up cock, and he reached down and unclamped it. My piss started to spray out onto my belly, and he took the end into his mouth and drank every last drop of my piss then again clamped the tubing. He leaned over and again kissed me with a mouthful of my piss and fed me my piss while again slipping his tongue deep into my mouth French kissing me. Fuck, I was in heaven. “Now let’s work that ass of yours, huh boy? You want that ass opened up to take my poz seed?” “Fuck, yes, I want all your fluids in me. Charge me up!” He reached for his toys and lubed up a dildo that was about 8 inches long. It was smaller at the head, but widened as it reached the base. “Let’s stretch that ass open, boy.” He point at the base of the dildo, “This is 6.5 inches around.” My ass was begging to be used. He took the head of dildo and pressed against my hole. My ass quickly engulfed the head of the dildo with ease. I was flying high, and with just a little pressure I watched in the mirror above the sling as my hole took the full length of the dildo. I moaned with pleasure and tightened my ass around the toy as he worked the dildo in and out of my hole. “Fuck, yes…..work my hole.” “You like that, boy?” “God, yes….I love it!!” “Let’s step it up a bit. I want to open you up wide, get my fist in you before giving you my poz load.” He grabbed an even bigger dildo. “I’m going to wreck that hole, boy.” “Yes!! Give it to me.” He again lubed up the dildo and my ass engulfed the head with ease. “This one is 9 inches with a 7 inch base. I’m going to have that ass gaping when I’m done.” He worked the dildo in and out of my hole until my ass stretched tightly around the base of the dildo. I took the full length in me and he again began to work my ass harder and faster; each time slamming into my prostate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. After stretching my hole wide open he removed the dildo. My ass was gaping open, and he took a large butt plug and lubed it up. “Here boy, this will wreck your hole for my fist.” He pressed the head of the butt plug to my open hole and applied pressure. My hole stretched even wider, and I watched in the mirror as the butt plug began to disappear into my guts. I thought my hole would tear open, but with one final pop, my hole wrapped around the butt plug and pulled the last of the wide, bulbous base inside. “Now keep that in you for a bit, boy. Feel good?” “oh….yes!!” “Are you thirsty again, boy?” He once again unclamped the catheter sticking out of the head of my cock and soaked me with my piss, only to lick it up and smear it on my body. The smell of piss teased my nostrils and made my cock throb rock hard. “I have more of my toxic fluid to give you, boy; time to point again.” My body was full of erotic, tingly sensations, and I craved to be a total sleazy pig for him. “Are you watching, boy? I like you to see me inject you with my poison.” “Fuck, yes….give it to me. I want your poz blood in me.” He took the same syringe he used earlier, and the thought of some of my blood entering his body made my rock hard cock stiffen even more. I watched him tighten the belt around his arm again, then clean a spot on the protruding veins of his rugged looking arm. He lined the needle up to his vein, and I watched the tip slowly poke into his arm. He advanced the needle into his vein and pulled back on the plunger, filling the syringe half-full with his blood. “The site of you slamming me with your blood turns me on so much!!! Give me your virus!!” He pulled the needle from his arm, put the tourniquet onto my arm, and cleaned off a spot on my forearm. I again watched him take the syringe and line it up to my arm vein. He grasped my arm to steady my vein, and then poked the needle into my arm. Seeing our blood mix together as he drew back on the plunger was hot. He then made sure my eyes were fixed on the syringe as he emptied another dose of his blood into my veins. Something stirred in me so erotic, so sensual. He was sharing every part of himself with me. He nudged toward the syringe, “Are you watchin, boy?” He again pulled back on the plunger filling the syringe with blood. The needle slipped from my arm and a trickle of his poisonous blood ran from my arm. He again lined up the needle to his arm and advanced into his vein. After getting a blood flashback, mixing our blood again in the syringe, he slowly injected my blood into his vein. He leaned over and again French kissed me with his tongue twisting with mine. At the same time, he pulled the butt plug from my ass, and worked three fingers into my gaping hole. “I want to feel my fist inside you, boy. Your hole is ready, and the sensations will feel incredible.” He lubed up his fist and arm, and began to finger my hole with three of his fingers, working them in and out; twisting is fingers around the rim of my hole. Then a fourth finger slipped inside with his hand cupped; and soon his thumb entered. He again twisted and worked his hand in and out. I was still flying high from the T. He worked his hand deeper and deeper into my hole, until his knuckle was ready to slip in. With a quick thrust, he opened me up and in popped his hand to the wrist. The feeling was total pleasure, sending tingling sensations throughout my body. He again worked his fingers farther into me, slowing searching and guiding their way in as he opened me up. He slowly withdrew his hand past my inner ring, and again opened it up, repeating back and forth, before fully withdrawing his fist from my gaping hole. “Your hole is wide open, boy!!” He slammed his fist into my hole more forcefully, and burning pain quickly turned to pleasure again as he repeatedly pushed his fist into me to his wrist and withdrew it again. I watched in the mirror as my hole squeezed tightly around his fist. He continued to work his fist in and out of me. As he pulled out for the last time my hole remained open. My ass lips were swollen and hung open and I noticed a trickle of blood dripping from my hole. “Fuck, boy, you’re ready for my poz seed now,” as he licked up the blood dripping from my ass lips. He then unclamped the catheter one more time and as piss started to spray from the end of the catheter tubing, he soaked my abdomen and slowly pulled the tubing out of my cock. Piss sprayed onto my chest and face as the end of the catheter slipped from my piss hole. I began to piss on myself and into my mouth, and he opened his mouth to lap up the piss from my tap. I emptied my bladder onto both of us. Piss dripped from his stache and beard onto my cock. He licked piss from my abdomen, then rubbed my soaked body, smearing my piss all over my chest, abdomen, and cock. He then engulfed my hard cock into his mouth, tasting my piss one more time. He stood up and stroked his raging hard, poz shaft twice, then with one quick thrust slammed his cock into my ass balls deep. He worked his death stick in and out of my hole ramming in harder and harder. When he pulled his cock out, it was tinged with ass juice and blood. My cock was rock hard watching him seed me, knowing he was leaking his poz precum into my wrecked hole. “You want my poz cum now, boy?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Beg for it!! Beg for me to poz your hole.” “Please, please give me your poz seed, sir. Charge me up!!” He again slammed his cock into my ass, and thrust in and out harder and faster, burying deep in me with his balls slapping my ass. “I’m working my poz precum into your bloody hole, boy. My virus will definitely get in to convert you.” “Yes, give me your cum!! I want every drop of your poison.” “Fuck, are you ready for it, cause I’m very close to seeding you?” My cock was pulsing with excitement, and he pushed me over the edge as I started to shoot my cum across my abdomen and chest. “Fuckin, hot, boy….here it comes!! “ He thrust in me one more time, and buried into my ass. I felt his cock throbbing and pulsing, filling my ass with all his toxic cum. His body jerked with each shot of cum from his cock. “Fuck yeah, boy. Take my poz seed.” “Fuck yes….I want all your DNA.” He held his cock deep in my ass until I felt his pulsing shaft stop throbbing. He then started to slowly plunge his cock in and out of my hole, working his poison deep in my guts. When he pulled out, his cock was tinged pink with poz cum and blood. His cum leaked from my hole, and he walked over to the side of the sling. “Clean my cock off, boy. Lick up that seed and blood.” I engulfed his cock into my mouth, and sucked every drop of blood and cum from his shaft. I then licked the head of his cock clean. “Fuck, that was amazing!!” “There’s no way you are not charged up now, boy. You’ll be seroconverting in no time. You’re mine, boy!!” Over the next two weeks, we swapped blood, and he seeded my ass with his charged cum 7 more times. And he was right, a week or so later I was seroconverting. I didn’t get all the classic flu-like symptoms so many guys get. I had a lot of night sweats, headaches, odd looking abdominal rashes, was very fatigued, and ran a fever. Knowing I was pozzing excited him and boned me up too. To celebrate we again swapped blood, but now we were swapping poz blood in our slams. We also swapped toxic seed, recharging my hole. After 5 years, we still pig and slam together, but now have converted 10 more chasers wanting our diseases. We continue to take all the toxic seed and blood we can get. My dad acquired gonorrhea, and he gladly gave it to me. We both had syphilis as well. We share all of our diseases with each other. Guess we are now in a daddy/son relationship, since he asked me to move in with him and continue exploring our twisted, taboo desires together. I of course said, "Yes!!"

I had met him on BBRTS a year earlier. He lived about two hours away, but there weren't many men where I lived, and his profile piqued my interest. It said he was 30, versatile, and it provided two photographs of a sexy dude with a nice cock in bed. HIV status: ask me. I contacted him with my bugchasing profile. He was interested, but said he didn’t know his status, adding that he preferred not to know so that he wasn't culpable of pozzing guys. We talked off and on for a few months trading fantasies. A re-occurring fantasy of his was that of fucking drunk college boys from the large school in his town and pozzing their asses with unmedicated cum. At the time I was mostly just fantasizing. I had taken an undetectable poz load once or twice a year earlier, and honestly wasn’t sure about this guy, but I knew I wasn’t going to drive two hours to find out if he was legit. And if he was poz and unmedicated, I wasn’t ready for that either. I lost track of him after about a while. A year later I spot him online again and by chance I would be driving near his town, so I contacted him. This time he didn’t hesitate to tell me he had recently been confirmed as POZ, and was still unmedicated. The last bloodwork had shown a viral load of 97,000. He mentioned he had been thinking of calling me, and so I found we ended-up talking about what he wanted to to do me. His voice was masculine and projected a cocky jock attitude. He told me to call him when I hit the road for my trip. A few weeks later, I was ready to drive. I called him after a few minutes on the road. He wanted to meet at a bookstore right off the highway. It wouldn’t add a minute to my trip. I was losing excuses to avoid his toxic load at the last minute, like on-the-fence chasers like me do sometimes. We talked for a few minutes then he said something that clinched it. He wanted to talk to me the entire way until I was at the bookstore, when I was 30 minutes away he would head towards it to meet. We perved for 30 minutes, my cock out and dripping precum as I drove. He wanted me inside a booth with a jock on ready to be pozzed. My heart pounded and I edged my cock as he told me about his latest escapades fucking his raw load into college boys. His favorite thing to do was fuck safe sex only bottoms. He bites the tip off of the condoms he uses, with his cock penetrating skin on skin while the ring and base of the condom remain in place. He relishes in the times the bottoms reach back to make sure there is a condom, feeling the latex ring and relaxing their holes to receive his death seed thinking they are safe from harm. I oozed precum as he told me of the many safe-sex boys to find themselves drunk, questioning if he came in their ass after being slammed full of his cock and cum. He assured them it was just extra lube he had used so his cock wouldn’t hurt them, and reminding them they saw and felt the condom. I was at the exit for the book store, so I telephoned him, saying I was pulling off the highway, and would be there shortly. He replied saying he was five minutes from the book store. We hung up as I parked. I was shaking with excitement as I tucked my cock into my waistband and went inside the metal building where I paid the admission fee and entered the video area. The video booth area was cleaner than any I had seen before. They looked brand new. There weren’t any gloryholes, and unfortunately, I was alone. I had asked him to be verbal so that others could know I was getting poz fucked. Maybe next time. I picked a booth and stripped my shirt and pants off, leaving me standing in a jock, athletic socks, and tennis shoes. He texted saying he was entering the store. The cracked booth door pulled open, he stepped in and closed it behind him. My dick was dripping precum all over the floor in a way it never had before. I dropped to my knees and pulled out his cock. It was about seven inches, decently thick, cut, with a big head. I licked his precum before deep-throating and working his cock. All the while complementing my skill at sucking his cock, he talked to me like the faggot slut I was, telling me I was going to submit to his toxic cock and get his AIDS strain I stood up and turned my hole towards his direction. I bent over and braced against the wall of the booth. He plunged his cock into my ass rough. His dirty talk was beautiful. Nonstop poz domination, telling me how I would succumb to and get sick from his unmedicated toxic poz seed. I ached for it and rocked my ass against him to take his cock deeper. He ground my ass like this for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes, roughly handling my neg jock body, slamming me against the wall, tightening his hand around my neck as he made me beg for AIDS. He made me promise to stay off meds and pass it to college studs who will fall for my hot jock body, all while impaling me with his raw cock. He was ramping up to blowing his load of cum, and it was all I could to do hold my load in and wait for him to climax. I had been gripping my cock still the entire time, on the brink from the first penetration. As he grunted with the release of the first rope of toxic cum into my gut I pulled down on my cock, putting pressure on the skin on the head and shot all over the booth wall. His pace slowed and he continued to grind his cock in and out of my hole for another minute or so.. My post cum regret was quickly sinking in. Fucking idiot fag slut, taking unmedicated poz seed on purpose. This always happens. But this time was the shortest yet. I hurried out of the booth, but by the time I made it to my car I was hard. A minute after driving away I found myself texting him, making plans for my next seeding.

After reading all these hot gifting and chasing stories I decided to give it a whirl. This is my first one. Give me your feedback. I’ll know if I should just enjoy reading them or keep writing more. An unexpected breeding Part: 1 I was a naïve teenager. I didn’t grow up around anyone gay and was a little shy. I would dream about men, jack off thinking about men, and check out the guys in the shower at school during gym class. I never dreamed about women or jacked off thinking about women. It was always sexual dreams about men. I thought it was all just curiosity. I wasn’t gay. I had a girlfriend in high school, but kissing her just didn’t feel right. Still I was straight, or so I thought. It wasn’t going to be long before all that changed. I was a senior in high school, and my 18th birthday was coming up. Leading up to my birthday my best friend, who was a year younger than me and had his birthday the day before mine, was eagerly wanting me to go into an adult bookstore on my 18th birthday and get him a “titty” magazine as we called it. I was intrigued, turned on, and nervous at the same time. I reluctantly agreed to do it. I borrowed my mom’s car, and we both drove off together heading to the adult bookstore in downtown. We waited until it was dark, and the bookstore had a back entrance and parking lot. It was a bit seedy. We sat in the car for a bit while my buddy helped me find the courage to walk into the bookstore. I nervously got out of the car, took a deep breath, walked to the door, and entered the bookstore. The walls were lined with XXX adult magazines. I slowly walked toward the counter looking at the porn magazines on the wall, seeing women and men in all sorts of sexual positions, sucking cocks, anything this naïve kid to think of. I spotted the rack with the “titty” magazines next to the front counter. Just where I didn’t want to go, next to the guy behind the counter. He said hello to me and asked me for my I.D. I nervously presented it, and he said, “Well, happy birthday. Enjoy.” I just nodded, took my I.D., and resumed looking at “titty” magazines for my bud. While looking at the magazines I glanced to the wall and saw XXX gay porn magazines. Guys sucking cock. Hot, hairy, rugged looking men having hot gay sex. I had a raging hard on in a flash. I kept glancing at the gay porn on the wall while pretending to look at “titty” magazines for my bud. I quickly grabbed a “titty” magazine, paid for it at the counter and started to leave the bookstore. A guy leaning against the wall in a hall that led into the back glanced at me and said, “Nice.” I ignored the comment and quickly left. My bud was happy with his “titty” magazine, but I couldn’t get the image of those gay XXX magazines out of my head. I was so turned on by them. I found myself jacking off in bed thinking about them. It took me a few weeks to build up the courage to go back to that adult bookstore. I took my mom’s car on a Friday night, walked into the bookstore back entrance, and found the gay XXX magazine that most caught my eye when I first saw them a few weeks prior. It was still there. I grabbed it, went to the counter and paid for it. I was nervous, but stupid me also didn’t realize that probably every guy in the bookstore was cruising for sex, gay sex. I took the magazine home and would jack off daily looking at the rugged, hairy men, sucking cock, getting fucked, taking cum on their faces and in their mouths. I wanted that for myself. I was craving to be a pig. I wanted to taste cock, balls, and cum. I wanted to feel a guy’s cock in my ass and feel his cock pulsing while shooting his cum deep inside me. I was hooked. I wanted more gay magazines and started to hang out at the bookstore more and more. I had a nice collection of hardcore jack off material at home. I realized that guys were cruising in the bookstore and began to cruise too to experience my first time having sex with a man. The sleazy side of sex was seductive, and turned me on. By now I had been going to the bookstore for a few months, and had just graduated high school. It was the Summer before college started and I was leaving the bookstore on a weekend night. A thin, hairy, rugged looking man about 40 years old caught my eye in the bookstore and we made eye contact. He followed me out to the back parking lot, and he asked me if I wanted to smoke some pot with him. I nervously agreed. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I felt it could pound right out of my chest. He told me to follow him to his place, and I did so almost shaking inside in anticipation of my first time experiencing what I craved. When we reached his apartment, he offered me a drink, and some of his pot. It was my first time trying pot, and I could feel the buzz coming on. He put a hand on my ass, and I didn’t stop him. It felt so good feeling his rugged hand firmly grabbing my ass through my jeans. My cock was already hard and pressing tightly against my jeans. He asked me if I wanted to go to his bedroom, and I agreed. He led me down the hall to his bedroom. He started to French kiss me, and I began to melt in his arms. I could feel his hard cock pressed against me as he kept kissing me with his tongue slowly and passionately swirling with mine. He slipped his shirt off, revealing a very hairy chest and abdomen. I was so nervous, but so ready for this. He slipped my shirt over my head, and looked at my smooth chest. I wished I had his body hair. It turned me on feeling his hairy chest against my skin as he continued to kiss me. He unbuckled my jeans and slid them down. My cock stood at attention and he slid his hand down my shaft to my wet piss slit already leaking precum. He ran his finger across it and licked the precum from his finger. Then he stood in front of me and unbuckled his shorts. He dropped them to the floor showing me his perfectly shaped hard 8 inch cock as it pulsed in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me again and pushed me down toward his cock. I ran my tongue across the head of his cock, and felt my cock dancing with excitement as I tasted his precum. I quickly slid his cock into my mouth and felt the shaft slide across tongue. I took his cock all the way into my mouth. I could smell sweat on his balls from the Summer heat, and tasted his salty precum in my mouth. I was so turned on sucking his rock hard cock. The taste of sweat, cock, precum was heavenly. Was this really happening? What I craved to experience was finally happening and I didn’t want it to end. He pulled me to my feet and told me to get on the bed on my belly. He slid into bed on top of me and put one arm around my chest and the other hand on my neck as he slid his hard cock into the crack of my ass. I could feel his hairy body pressed against mine, and he was kissing the back of my neck. He started to slowly grind against my virgin ass. I could feel his cock leaking precum as he repeatedly slid his cock between my ass cheeks, lubing my hole. Then he whispered in my ear, “You ever been fucked, boy?” I replied, “No,” and he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. In an instant I said yes to this rugged man, and he got to his knees behind me on the bed. I was scared and excited. My ass was craving to feel his cock in my ass. He never asked if I wanted a condom, and I didn’t bother to bring it up. I wanted him in me raw. I wanted his cock to shoot all his cum deep inside of me. He spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip of his hands and spit on my asshole. Then he spit in his hand and greased up his cock. He pressed the head of his cock to my hole and I could feel the wetness as his cock head began to open me up. He slid his head into my ass, and I tensed with pain and pleasure. I wanted this too much to stop, and he continued to slide his cock into my tight hole. The farther he slid in the more it burned. He slowly worked his shaft all the way into my ass. I could feel his pubic hair and balls pressing tight against me. He was all the way in and he stopped his motion to let me feel his cock deep in me as it pulsed with excitement. I was so hard I could have shot my load without even touching my cock. He asked if I was ok, and even though it burned like a bitch, I said I was fine and that it felt awesome. He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of my tight ass, letting the head of his cock just slip out of my ass before opening me back up for another plunge until he was all the way in. He put his hand firmly against the back of my head and was increasing the motion of his hips sliding in and out fucking me with the entire length of his cock. Then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. He flipped me onto my back and put my legs on his shoulders. He said he wanted to look into my eyes as he fucked me deeply with his hard cock. Every thrust of his cock pressed against my prostate, and I felt like I was going to spew my load all over my chest every time he slid his cock all the way in. He pulled out of my ass again and said, “Look at this, boy!! See all that precum leaking from my cock? You have me so turned on with your hot virgin ass. Do you want more? Do you want my cum deep inside you?” I begged for him to fuck me and plant his seed in my ass. It was all I wanted. In an instant he had my legs back on his shoulders, pressed his cock against my asshole and slid all the way in again. He grabbed me by the shoulders pressing his cock deep inside me and started to French kiss me while fucking me harder and harder. Then he grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs higher so he could watch as his cock slid in and out of my asshole. He was fucking he harder and faster and I could feel his cock even bigger stretching my ass as he pounded in deep. He then said, “I’m getting close boy. Do you want my cum?” I said, “Yes, cum inside me. Give me your load.” He said, “Here it comes.” Then I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass as he buried his cock deep in me, stretching my hole as much as he could. He was filling my ass with his cum with each pulse of his cock. As he emptied every drop of cum from his balls into my ass, he pressed deep to plant his seed in me and said, “Take my poz load, boy!!!” The words rang in my ears. Poz load!!! I didn’t even touch my cock. My cock instantly swelled and I drained my balls, shooting my cum all over my face and chest with each pulse of my cock. I reached out and pulled his ass cheeks to bury his cock as far into my ass as possible. Feeling my touch of approval pulling his cock deeper into my ass he quickly looked into my eyes, and said, “You loved taking my poz cum, didn’t you?” I was shocked and scared. Not only did I take my first load of cum in my ass, what I wanted so badly, but I found myself totally turned on knowing this rugged, hairy man was seeding my ass with poz cum. I said, “Yes, I loved it!!” He pulled out of my hole and I could feel some of his cum drip out of my stretched, wet hole. He laid on the bed next to me and said, “So, do you want more? Want me to poz your ass, boy?” I replied, “What just happened? I’m scared, but I was so turned on when you told me to take your poz cum.” He then said, “You will be alright. If this is something that turns you on, let me show you that you will love being poz.” Then he admitted to me that he chased to poz and loved it. He said that he was poz for two years and was not on meds yet. He also told me that if I wanted this, he would love to poz me. He said, “If you’re turned on by this, don’t deny yourself. Just go with it.” I sat for a minute trying to get my head around what was happening. Then I looked into his eyes, and said, “Yes, I want this.” He then said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you. You will love being poz, and this will be so erotic for both of us.” He kissed me on the lips, and we both got up and got dressed. I could feel my ass was wet, full of poz cum, and I wanted to keep every drop in me. He gave me his phone number, told me to call him, and that he would give me all the poz cum I wanted. I left his apartment scared and excited. I went home and jacked off thinking about taking this man’s poz cum in my ass. I told myself I wouldn’t do it again, but within a week I was craving to be with him again. I wanted more of his poz cum in me. I wanted to poz from him. I wanted him to be a part of me and share his gift with me. I grabbed my cell phone and called him. He said “hello,” and upon hearing it was me said, “I’m so glad you called. So, are you ready for more, boy?” I just grinned and said, “yes, oh yes.”

I always notice sexy guys. So there is a waiter in a restaurant who is extremely hot. Tall, muscled, plays basketball. And straight. A year ago I found his profile on a dating site and offered him money for sex. He agreed. So today, almost a year after our first sex he came to earn some cash again. He isn't a perfect fucker, 'cause he cums quite fast. But it was still nice, to have him breeding my ass. And this time I paid less than a year ago We also made a vid of him pumping my hole and cumming inside.

Fantastic story!!! I really wish we were not prohibited from liking moderator posts! Moderator's Note: This was an issue with the old forum software that no longer is a problem.

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I would take pride knowing my hole was completely wrecked. Constantly loose and sloppy.

Romania the age of consent is 12 Been there done that

Negative attitudes toward condom use Yup, they feel shit, get dry too quickly and keep the cum away from me. Semen Exchange and Emotional Connection Yup, that's what sex is all about.

It started out as safe fun. I hired a masseur who was muscular, something of a cub, very nice to hug, heavily tattooed and unshaven. After 15 minutes of massaging my back, I realized his erect dick was just teasing my hole. He breathed down my neck and flipped me over and began to mouth fuck me. His cock was seven inches long and quite thick, and honestly it was my first time of being throat-fucked. Naturally I gagged as I felt his dick sliding down my throat! And he changed tactics and hugged me, all the while chewing on my tits as his hand explored my hole. Then, without permission from my, I found his condom-covered cock in my hole. He pumped me unmercifully, missionary style. Not only was the pounding a problem for me, I found his cock too long for comfort: I can generally handle six inches, but seven was more than my ass could accommodate. Even so, eventually I became accustomed to his pounding and OMG! It felt great. I never would have expected it could hurt so good. I found myself begging him not to stop, especially when he began to jerk my rigid cock. Of course I blew my load within minutes. He licked the cum off of my body, withdrew his cock from my ass, ditched the condom, and went back to chewing on my tits as he licked the shaft of my cock cleaning up every drop of my cum. Hmmmmm! Then, without any ado, he fucked me raw for a few minutes. Afterwards we took a shower together, during which time he soaped-up my ass and slid his cock back in my hole, spooning me and jerking me until I came a second time. Grinning, he released me, we finished-up showering, he dried himself, dressed and left. A couple of hours later I went to a shopping mall toilet where I found I passed cum and blood. I should be worried about as much, but honestly the memories of the session are great for a jerk session. Maybe I should go on PrEP.

Put an ad up on CL looking for a top, decided to mention bbc was prefered. Wasnt long before i got a message and a pic. So i sent him some pics we talk and set it up. I get over there we head to his room, porns on and he asks if his roomate can watch. I said ok and start sucking him as his roomate comes in. Im sucking my main guy really working it and getting most of it down while his friend keeps talking, calling me names asking me how i like that black cock. I keep sucking and he stops, pulls out and says he' be right back. His friend grabs his dick and stands in front and asks if i wanna suck his cock, he was annoying to me but i opened my mouth and started to suck his dick. He just kept talking but i kept sucking, got his precum to leak out and swallowed it up when the first guy shows back up. He gets me on all 4s and eats my ass for a bit before he slides it in. Takes a few before i can take him but he gets going and really gives it to me for a good 20 mins before he stops. His friend decides to start fucking me, i dont stop him. He has me tell him how much i like black cock and as i say it he starts to cum inside me. The first guy comes back in and yells at him a bit and is annoyed to get 2nds, but he pushes in and asks if i want his load too, I say yea and he tells me ill have to wait, he gives me a good pounding before holding me down and going balls deep, i knew he was going to cum, he started moaning and told me i was a good little faggot. He pulled out and had me clean off his dick. After that he told me to go so i got dressed and left. It was a shady time but it was a really good time.

Part 1 It was the 70's and, at the age of 18, I'd just left school. Most of my friends went off to University but I decided to stay home and get a job. I didn't really know what I wanted to do, so I took a job stacking shelves in a local convenience store whilst I thought about my future. The store was in a little parade of shops. At one end of the row of stores, set back from the street and down a narrow alley was a public toilet. Most of these places have gone now, but back then there was practically one on every corner and I soon found out many of them were gay meeting places. Anyway, I was innocent of this when I started work. I knew I was gay, but I had been too scared to tell any of my friends and I did't really know where to go to meet people. One evening, as it was getting dark, I finished work and started to head for home. As I went past the alley, I saw a young man come out of the entrance, glance furtively around and head off down the street. I was intrigued, and something made me stop and decide to walk up the path to the entrance to the old brick building. Inside everything was white tiles, old and cracked. There was a wall inside the door screening the urinals, and as I went round it, I saw two men standing there close together, wanking each other's cocks. We saw each other at the same time and they hastily broke apart and turned away. I was shocked and excited, and didn't know what to do, so I went and stood at a urinal, glancing furtively down at their erections. One of them grunted in annoyance, zipped up and left. The other looked at me and smiled. He was dark haired, short and stocky wearing a green bomber jacket and tracksuit bottoms. "I..I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't meant to...you know..interrupt anything." "That's alright," he said in a soft, high pitched voice."We'd barely got started." He glanced down at my cock which had involuntarily stiffened. "Mmmm, " he said. "This will do nicely." I gasped as his hand encircled my cock, gently rubbing it into full erection. "Very nice," he remarked as he dropped to his knees, and began to suck my cock. It felt incredible, so warm and wet. He pushed me back against the wall and dragged my jeans and pants down so he could fondle my balls and reach round to squeeze my arse. I was in heaven. I never knew it could be like this and I groaned with pleasure. He stopped sucking and chuckled. "Something tells me you haven't done this before, have you?" I shook my head and he got to his feet, saying "Well now, there's a treat. And I've got something for you." He turned away from me, bent over and pushed his tracksuit trousers down exposing his big pale bottom with the deep cleft shining with grease. He pulled the cheeks apart, and I saw his puffy, slack arse hole gaping before me. "Slide it in, honey," he whispered, adding "Don't be shy." Before I knew what I was doing, I shuffled forward and felt his fingers guiding me into position. My cock went into him with an incredible hot, greasy, sliding feeling and then I was all the way in with his cold buttocks pressed against my belly. "Oh!" I gasped, my hips moving automatically and my cock feeling a man's arse hole gripping it for the first time. "I can't... "I gasped, "I'm going to...cum!" He ground his bottom against me " Go for it, darling" he said, adding " Give me all your lovely spunk!" At that I felt my body lose control. I pressed into him and released my sperm in huge, overwhelming spasms of pleasure. "OOO..." He laughed as he remarked "I can feel it shooting!" I finally finished, gasping for air, and watched my softening cock slide out of him, followed by a gush of sperm which dribbled over his balls. He stood up, turned and hugged me, his body shivering. "That was lovely. You are going to be very popular around here, you know....."

Agree with all of the above. I don't like the taste and the feeling of latex, I love the feeling of a raw dick inside me, and the ultimate is the feeling of the load in my hole. It's the way sex is supposed to be.

Chapter II. Adam proposed that the five of us go back to his studio and get some photos taken. Danny and Sam were all up for it, especially since it seemed likely that they’d get to play with Adam. Three POZ cocks and the two of us seemed risky, but I knew and trusted Danny and Sam. After all, they could have stealthed us the last time we had all played together, and they knew Adam; I wondered how well they really knew him, since they didn’t seem to know that he was also POZ. My boy looked at me as if to say, ‘let’s do this now! I’m horny!’ I nodded assent, and we got the check. Adam had had less to drink, so he volunteered to drive Danny’s car. I sat in the front, with my boy tightly sandwiched between Danny and Sam. Of course, the three of them were making out as soon as Adam pulled out of the parking lot. By the time we had reached Adam’s studio, Danny and Sam were taking turns swallowing my boy’s cock. My boy didn’t even bother to pull his pants all the way up as they stumbled into the studio. Adam led us to a velvet couch in the middle of a big room. The four of us sat there as he switched on lights and got his equipment and camera together. ‘You four want to play as a group or as two couples?’ Sam suggested we do both. My boy and I made out as Adam snapped away. The sound of the camera’s shutter clicking was totally turning me on as I helped my boy slip out of his clothes. Danny and Sam stood over by Adam suggesting poses and camera angles. By the time my boy and I were naked, hard, and dripping, Danny and Sam were ready to switch places. My boy and I got off the sofa and the other guys took our place. They made out as they tore each others clothes off. They were 69ing on the cushions when Adam suggested we join in. My boy and I knelt in front of the sofa as Danny guided my mouth to his cock, and Sam guided my boy to his. We blew them for a few minutes and then Danny and Sam went down on us. God, those POZ fuckers both gave great head. Just then, Sam’s phone started ringing. I was shocked when he popped up off my cock and walked across to his pile of clothes and answered. From the look and sound of things, it was a work call. He needed to go help his boss out of a sticky situation at some country club. Danny looked annoyed, but agreed to head over there with him as Sam was still pretty drunk. They got dressed and headed out. I walked them to the car thanking them for a good time, and for agreeing to still play with me and my boy on safer terms. They both gave me a big hug then hopped in the car, planning to come back and pick us up to drive us back to our car as soon as they were finished. When I got back inside, Adam was standing next to the couch, his shirt now untucked, more or less hiding his crotch. I had noticed before that he must have been getting hard as he photographed the four of us fooling around. My boy was grinning as he posed leaned over the couch, fingering his ass, which was already shiny with lube or something. Adam had me take my clothes off again and stand beside the couch so my boy could blow me. After a few minutes, I really had to piss so I backed away and left the studio, heading down the hall as Adam directed. When I came back a few minutes later, Adam was sitting on the sofa next to my boy’s upturned ass, which seemed totally wet. My boy was pulling his cheeks apart exposing his hole as Adam took some closeups of his winking pucker. It dawned on me that his ass would have only gotten that wet if Adam had been eating him out. I figured that was fine with me. We both knew he was POZ, which meant that if it came to fucking, he’d have to bag up. Adam smiled at me and excused himself to go to the bathroom too. He shirt was still untucked, but I could see a dark spot that must have been precum. I figured he must have been turned on to soak through his pants and his shirt! Alone with my boy, I asked if Adam had been playing with his ass. He confessed, kind of guilty. I told him it was totally fine, and reminded him how much it turned me on to watch him give himself to other guys. ‘Adam doesn’t play safe,’ was all he said. I figured, whatever, then I’ll be the only guy fucking my boy today, but it dawned on me that they must have talked about fucking when I was out of the room. I wondered how much farther my boy would let things go if I found an excuse to leave the room. Adam came back but this time had lost his shirt. Fuck, he had a hot body. Spreading across his massive right pec was a biohazard tattoo. My boy and I both knew what that meant, and I could see my boy drool. Adam picked up his camera again and had me get on my knees. My boy spun around, ass upturned. Adam got on the sofa behind him as he shot my boy deep throating me. Adam nudged himself closer and closer to my boy’s prone ass. I could see he was hard as he pressed against my boy’s ass. My boy clearly liked it as he pushed back. Adam kept dry-humping him as my boy slobbered all over my dick. I looked up to see the tip of Adam’s glistening cock peeking out over the waist of his jeans. A nice uncut helmet oozing POZ precum. I thought that might be the moment to excuse myself, wanting to see how badly my boy wanted this POZ hunk to fuck him. I so desperately wanted to see his hole leaking cum again that it was starting to not bother me if it was POZ cum or not! To be continued…

Rimming and fingering inside me is best for me. If I am expecting to get fucked, like in a bathhouse, I'll finger my hole open myself so I'm ready to take a cock immediately.

I always bareback because this is what sex is all about for me,an exchange of bodily fluids. When I get fucked, I want the guys semen left deep inside of me. I want his DNA to be absorbed into my body. When I fuck another guy I want to know my semen is planted deep inside him and my DNA is being absorbed into his body. When I have sex it involves exchanging sweat, spit, semen. When I deep kiss a guy I want to swallow his spit and when I lick his body I want to taste his sweat and when he cums I want him to cum deep inside me an leave it there. Its all an important part of have sex with a guy, without this exchange I am not having sex, just pretending.

Sweet creamy Jesus, the closeup of the top rimming is unbearably hot. I could do with a whole lot more of that kind of porn in my life.

Part 2: Two weeks later. My company launched a new product and, like most of the managers, I was expected to attend the launch party, held at a Manchester hotel, and mingle. Not really my forte but something that is expected nonetheless. I was circling the room engaging in idle chit chat here and there, talking up the new product, and the usual nonsense. I was talking to some woman, the wife of one of our big investors. She was wearing a dress designed for someone 20 years younger and at least 20 pounds lighter. She seemed anxious. Watching her husband as he circled the room. She was right to worry, I decided, he seemed to have an eye for every younger woman and seemed to stand just a little too close. The man seemed like a creep and I felt bad for his wife having to stand by and see him hitting on other women. Then, out of the corner of my eye, a familiar face caught my eye. I looked and nearly choked. Jordan stood leaning against the bar, watching me. He was wearing a suit tonight. It fit him perfectly, emphasising his first chest and his lean waist. What was he doing here at this event? He saw that I had seen him, smiled slightly, and raised his glass in my general direction. I felt my face go pale but raised my glass back to him. Fuck! I had almost convinced myself that I was building him up in my imagination, helped along by the quantities of alcohol I had consumed that night. But no. He was as beautiful as I remembered. My dick was getting hard as I looked at him, remembered the feeling of him inside me, thinking how much I wanted him again. I struggled to focus on what the woman next to me was saying but it was a losing battle. As graciously as I could, I drifted away from her and into a quiet corner of the room. I kept my eyes on Jordan making sure I knew where he was. If I kept an eye out, I could make sure I kept away from him. I wanted him… oh fuck, believe me I wanted him… but if I kept my distance nothing could happen. Brian would be so hurt if he knew I had betrayed him even the once. I couldn’t let it happen again. “Eric, right?” 
I almost jumped out of my skin. I turned around to see the investor whose wife I had been talking to. He stood next to me, looking out at the crowd. I nodded in greeting. “I’m Daniel, Daniel Holstrom. I hope Elise didn’t bore you too much.” Still jumpy, it took me a second to realise Elise was his wife. “No, no. She seems very nice.” He smiled sadly. “She is. Maybe too nice. She was a beauty once as well, you can still see it at times.” I struggled to think of something to say to him that wouldn’t be rude enough to get me sacked. Nothing came to mind. “Don’t misunderstand me. I do love her. But I love lots of beautiful things as well. You understand… we are men. We are not meant for monogamy.” My own guilt pricked at my conscience. I did my best to ignore it. “Do you really believe that?” I asked, trying to hide my distaste for the man. “Come on now. You are married, right?” He barely waited for me to nod. “And you’ve never looked at anyone else, never thought about it, maybe even acted on it?” My eyes automatically roved back to the bar… but Jordan was no longer there. I had lost him in the crowd. I began to sweat a bit. I looked around but couldn’t see him anywhere. Holstrom chuckled, seeing something in my eye or demeanour which answered his question. “See! I knew it. We are men, it is in our blood.” “Hello Erik. Fancy meeting you here.” For the second time a voice near me made me jump. Jordan. Standing next to me. My face turned red, my chest pounding, my eyes wide. Like a deer in the headlights. Holstrom looked at the two of us, looking bemused. “Oh, it’s like that is it? Well… to each his own. I’m not one to judge. Maybe I’ll go find myself a pretty young lady. You two have fun.” He moved away but I had already forgotten him. I tried to play in cool. “Jordan… good to see you…” “Really? And here I thought you were trying to hide from me tonight.” Jordan’s laugh had a faint mocking tone but was somehow still charming. “But, lets be honest. I bet you haven’t stopped thinking about me in the last two weeks, have you?” “Well, I…” He stepped closer. “You probably think about me when you jerk yourself off, maybe even when you are fucking your husband. Am I right?” I was, again, at a loss for words. I had been thinking about him since our encounter. When I masturbated, when Brian and i had sex, and at random times throughout the day. And, now that he was standing beside me, I wanted to taste him and feel him inside me again. “Let’s get out of here and go for a walk.” “I can’t. I’m here for work.” My last, desperate, attempt to avoid what i already knew was inevitable. “Don’t worry so much. No one will even notice you are gone.” His hand on the small of my back, he guided me gently out of the room. Something about him felt less gentle than our first night… he was even more in charge, more dominant. I felt myself submitting to him again. Willing to do whatever he wanted. We didn’t stop in the lobby, didn’t even pause, but stepped outside and around the building to a small, dark side street. Without hesitation, Jordan seemed to know exactly where he wanted to go. He pushed me roughly against a wall and then his lips were on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. His breath tasted faintly of cinnamon gum. I kissed him back, his youthful vigor so intoxicating. He pulled off my jacket and tie and tossed them on top of a nearby rubbish bin. Then unbuttoned my shirt, the cold night air biting my chest. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I obeyed and knelt in front of him, trying not to think about what I might be kneeling in. “Take my cock out, pig.” I started to unbuckle his belt but he slapped my hand away as he had during our first night together. 
“I said to take my cock out, not undress me.” I felt embarrassed but unzipped his trousers and fished out that long, hard piece of meat that I had been craving. I slowly jacked him with my right hand, watching his foreskin slide on his thick cockhead. ”Put it in your mouth.” I leaned forward, opened my lips, and greedily took him into my mouth. I worked him in my mouth, getting him wet, and then slid forward… taking him into my throat. He stood still, letting me do the work. He quickly rose to full mast and I struggled to keep him in my throat. I wanted to please him though, so I struggled to keep him there. My gagging seemed to please him. “You love that big cock don’t you? Love it in your throat, gagging you?” I groaned by way of reply. “Yeah… that’s it. Work that dick. Now look up.” I looked up and was not surprised to see his flash from his phone as he took a few pictures. Pictures of me, my mouth stretched around his big meat. I hoped no one else noticed the flashes and came to investigate. He pulled out of my mouth and lifted me to my feet. He deftly opened my belt and pulled my trousers down and motioned for me to step out of them. They joined the rest of my suit on top of the rubbish bin. My briefs followed and I stood naked in the alley except for my shoes and socks. Like our last encounter, he stayed clothed except for that dick sticking out of his pants. “Turn around and lean against the wall.” I obeyed, eager for what was coming next. “Show me that ass, spread your legs and push it out a bit.” More flashes from his camera phone. “That’s it. Open the cheeks and let me see your hole.” Balancing against the wall, I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him. More flashes. “Fuck yeah. That hole wants my cock doesn’t it? It is already opening for me.” “Yeah, I need it. I need you to fuck me again.” “You need to be punished though. You tried to hide from me tonight. I don’t like that.” “Please… “ I whispered desperately. “I need it… I’m sorry I tried to hide.” “Hmmm.” Jordan rubbed his cock against my hole. “I believe you… but you still need to be punished.” His hand wrapped around my mouth as I felt him push his cock forward. “So this is going to hurt.” And it did. I tried to be quiet but cried out as he pushed inside my tight hole. Only his hand muffled the noise. “Shhh… take it. Take what you’ve got coming to you. Don’t want to attract any attention, do you?” He was pounding my hole. Without mercy, without finesse, his pushed his cock inside me. Tears dripped down my face and I gasped for breath. Other than our first encounter two weeks earlier, I hadn’t been fucked in years. Now this thick 9 inch cock was forcing it’s way inside me without lube. Finally his balls slapped against my ass. “There you go. I knew you could take it.” He pulled out with one stroke. “Your hole is gaping for me. Fuck that is so hot.” Maybe out of mercy, or maybe ironically, he spit on my hole and on his dick before he pushed it back in. He was right though, my hole was opening for him. It still hurt like hell but it was starting to feel good as well. “Yeah, look at you, you fucking slut. Bent over in the street, taking my cock. Tell me how much you love it.” 
“You feel so good! I love your cock in my ass.” “Yeah?” “Fuck yeah, Jordan!” “Yeah… your hole is working my dick now. You’re such a whore. Gonna fill you up! Ready for it, cumdump?” “Give it to me.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “Cum inside my slutty hole!” He grunted and I felt him swell inside me. And he came inside me. My ass felt full with his thick cum. After a moment, he pushed me off his cock but I stayed pressed against the wall, naked and panting for breath. He used my briefs to wipe his dick clean and then put it away. “Give me your phone.” I searched through the pile of my clothes until I found my phone, unlocked it, and handed it over. He typed away quickly then handed it back. “Here’s my number. Call me when you are ready.” He slapped my bare ass and walked away in the night. I waited until he disappeared then, feeling cold, got dressed.The suit was filthy, covered in muck from the dirty sidewalk and the rubbish bin. No going back to the launch party now. I hurried to my car and headed home. “You’re home early.” Brian called out from the kitchen as I came in. “Had a bit of an accident.” “Oh?” He popped his head around the corner. “What the hell happened to you…” I had practiced my lie. “Crazy line in the loo, so I went outside to find a place for a piss. Found a dark corner but slipped and landed in something.” He shook his head. “Well… I don’t think that suit can be salvaged. Get upstairs and take a shower. There is no way you are going to bed like that…. and take your shoes off before you tramp who knows what on the floors!” I put on my best chagrined expression and hurried to clean up before he could get too close of a look.

agree, I have quite a bit of ink and piercings, both tiurn me on and have got a lot of compliments even from people I never thought I would.....love the story, please continue...

Took my first load from a stranger. Went over to his place and he bent me over the couch. He said he only fucked safe, but I got there and he just shoved his dick in me. That was my first load from someone I hadn't met before and it got me so hot, I went home for more. Found a guy online and waited for him ass up in my apartment and he fucked his cum in me. Now I'm sitting in bed with two loads up my ass on grindr looking for more Pretty basic fucks, but a fucking awesome start to the year. I've been waiting for this day for so long when I can let loose and be the piggy slut I've always been. I'm already well on my way to being a cumdump and I couldn't be more excited. If you're in LA, hit me up.

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

I have been actively contemplating a return to meds. Intellectually, I know I should, but emotionally it doesn't feel authentic. When I read a story like this, fiction or not, I am reminded why I stopped meds in the first place. It's important to have reminders like this story that keep me on course to what's really important. Thanks for posting this story.

That just seems to a difference in the ultimate goal. For some, the pleasure comes from the flirting, the introduction, the meeting, the conversation and maybe the eventual sex or even relationship. For others, the joy comes from the idea of totally giving up your body for another guy's immediate pleasure without the conversation and chit-chat. There are plenty of people in both of those categories, so to each his own.

Last summer I had planned out my vacation so I could go to Atlanta for 4 day weekend. I'd booked a room at the Cheshire Bridge Inn, essentially an open air bath house disguised as a very sleazy motel. I'd contacted 6 horse dicked black studs, none of them under 9", 4 of whom were dealers. I was very upfront, told them that if/when I was slammed I'd be an insatiable pussy for black horse cock. They all told me that when I got together with them I wouldn't have to pay for tina, but I would have to earn it by letting between 4-6 of their equally hung buddies fuck me. If I could get through all of them I wouldn't have to pay, but if I couldn't, I'd have to pay for everything. I also told them I'd never told anyone it was too big...yet. When I told them about my SF buddy they snickered "You t'ink DAT big, whi boy? Dayum , you got a lot to learn". I told them I've always appreciated a learning experience:) Had to cancel at the last minute; my car developed a serious mechanical problem and needed a very big repair, which took all the money I was going to use for drugs and vacation. We were all very disappointed..

shot my poz load not even through half the story

My biggest fantasy is to be at a bar eye this cute young (legal) stud. He spikes my drink and takes me to a warehouse. When I come to, I am naked, gagged, and bound in a sling with a line of guys waiting to fuck me rough and deep each one cumming in my ass, then making me clean his cock. After that giving me his piss to drink. This goes on all night. In the morning, they drop me naked near my car with only my keys.

I nice long man-train. All aboard.

Let's see: I'd be at a bathhouse watching guys bareback fuck. I'd watch them in the steam room, then another couple on a fuck bench...while I'd be watching I'd notice an older, hot man watching me and stroking his boner. It would be about 8.5 inches, tapered head and shaft that got thicker at the base. And it would have a slight upward curve. He'd have an average body with some hair, and be about six feet in height. Each time I'd see him, he'd be watching me and not the guys fucking. When I noticed this I'd get nervous and quit stroking my dick under my towel. I'd look-up again and he'd be gone. I'd start stroking myself again and watch the Top inject the bottom with his sperm. The whole time I wouldn't touch or be with anyone else. Just watch from a distance and stroke my dripping dick. This third time I walked down a hallway to the end and came-up to the sling room. I stopped at the corner of the wall going from the hall into the room. It was dark there and no one could see me - it was perfect. There is this young stud in the sling, legs up the chain and strapped in place. He was rubbing his dick while the top was on his knees licking and tongue fucking that hot bottom. The top was stroking his cock with warm oil. I could see clearly the oil bottle so I knew they weren't going to be using a rubber. The site of this and the idea of some bare fucking got me really turned on. I started stroking my leaking boner under my towel. Soon there after the top stood-up and started rubbing his bare, oiled dick head over the moaning bottom's wet hole. "Can I just slip the head in a bit? I want to feel how good your hole is." "Okay." The bottom answered. With that the top pushed his head in and danced it around in that bottom's hot hole. Without another word, his whole dick slid into the bottom all the way to his balls. "OH FUCK YEAH! That feels good," the bottom mutters. "I knew you'd like it," the top replies, adding "I'm going to fuck you good, then give you my hot load in your cunt. You want that do you, boy?" "Yes Sir," the boy answered. Oh my God! My dick is so hard and it's dripping a full stream of pre-cum down my shaft. I soooo wish I was that bottom boy. And, before I could complete that thought, I hear it whispered in my ear. You think I would have jumped from being startled...but the voice was so sexy...and right, I just stood there, totally turned-on and excited. Without notice, I feel a tongue licking the back of my ear and down my neck. I stopped breathing. "I know you're standing here wishing you were in that sling. Here! Feel this." His hand grabbed my right wrist and pulled it back. I feel it contact a firm, solid cock. My hand wraps around it and I know in a moment it's the man that's been watching me. FUCK! I start to shake and panic. "SHHHH...just be calm, I know what you want, and I want to give it to you." He's now pulling me tightly into him. I'm pressed against his warm, bare chest. I feel his fur. My hand is still wrapped around that amazing cock. He whispers to me to slowly stroke it. I'm thinking to myself, "I'm not suppose to be with anyone here. I shouldn't be doing this." But I can't stop. His dick feels so damn good. Plus it is my favorite type and shape. I then feel his left arm wrap around me. "I want to make you feel better than you ever have. I want to really fuck you like you've never been fucked. Will you let me do that?" "I shouldn't," I tell him. "I'm suppose to just stay alone, not be with anyone." I say. "Who says?" he replies. "No one...I mean, me. I know it's best if I don't get involved with anyone." "Well, too late now. You've got me too hot and hard, I can't just walk-away. Besides, you know what you want, and I know what you want. Now tell me boy, what is it you REALLY want?" "I can't say," I mumble. "Yes you can, and will say. But first, let me give you a bit of something to make it easier." With that he drops my towel to the floor. "Bend over a bit. I have something you'll enjoy. I just want to feel your hole with my finger." I'm reluctant, so he pushes me a bit. I bend over upon which he instructs "Now, spread your cheeks for me." For some reason, I obey. I feel an oily finger push into my hole. He pushes it rather fast and deep. I pull away a bit because it stings a little. I think it's because my ring is so tight. He rubs his finger around a bit and it burns a bit. As I pull away his finger slips out as he comments "You have a hot, tight little pussy there boy. When were you last fucked?" "I don't remember, it's been a while." "Well, I think you're really going to like this fuck. Have you got a room?" It just so happens that I do. I always get one so I can go and jerk-off in private after I've seen all I can take. Without waiting for an answer, he pushes me down the hall urging "Let's go." I lead him to the room where, once inside, my ass starts taking over. All of a sudden all I want is to be fucked...actually fucked, not just pretend. The hot guy looks me in the eyes asking "Starting to feel really horny aren't you? You ready for some real cock?" I can't answer but I was thinking to myself 'Fuck YES! I want HIS cock, but I'm not suppose to'. "Come-on boy. Get one your knees, on the bed and show me that pussy. That hot, tight pussy. I want to fuck you." Without thinking I get on my knees - I so want to be fucked. I want this man's dick so bad I can't think of anything else. He puts some oil over his head and shaft and starts rubbing that amazing head over my hole. FUCK! I want him in there, and as if reading my mind he casually remarks "I'm going to push my dick head in you." "You got a rubber on?" I ask. "What to you think?" he asks. With that his head is in my hole. "FUCK MAN! You gotta put on a rubber!" "That's not what you want now is it?" He's fucking right. I want his bare cock. I want him to fuck me like men are suppose to fuck. I want his seed, I gotta have his cum in me. He hands me the little brown bottle ordering "Take a good sniff." I do and I'm soon flying high. Without thinking anymore, my ass takes over. I push back and am met by his forward thrust. We both heave and simultaneously exclaim "Fuck yeah!" as his shaft goes deep into my hole. It hits some resistance. "You feel that boy? You feel what's stopping me?" "Yeah, kinda. What is it?" "It's your second ring. Ever been fucked past your second ring?" "Don't think so, sir. Didn't even know I had one." "Oh, you do. But I guess your a virgin there. Guess I get to take that cherry. It's even more tight than your first one. Hit some poppers and let me know when they kick in." I take a BIG hit on each side, hold it as long as I can - then let it out and start flying. "Oh fuck, here I go, I'm zooming man." Before I know it, he shoves. His dick head is the perfect shape and he pops past my second ring without pain. Involuntarily I exclaim "OH MAN! That's fuckin' awesome. I love the feeling." "Yeah, it's pretty damn good at my end too." "You're so fucking hot and tight I don't don't know how much longer I can hold-off." "Don't man. I so fucking stoned and horny...I need your load in me. Shoot it man, inject me with that juice you know I need." I can't fucking help myself anymore. I'm bareback fucking and I need this man's sperm. "Oh you fucking hot bitch! I'm going to fucking seed you deep. I'm going to give you a load where no man has ever left one before." "Fuck yeah man, seed my cunt deep. Own it, make it yours. You've known all along what I wanted - what I needed." With that he dives deep; holds it; and I can feel his dick surge and pump. He's fucking shooting his hot seed in me. I'm in fucking heaven! I'm feeling every moment. He's jabbing my cunt and spitting his seed as he grunts "OH FUCK YOU, you hot bitch. I knew you'd be a hot fuck." He's now slowly pumping my ass as I stroke my dick, within seconds announcing "Oh fuck man, keep pumping me. I'm gonna cum. Oh fuck yeah, here it cums, Daddy! Fuck the cum out of your boy! Fuck your cum deeper in me." With this my dick blasts my pent-up load all over the bed and shortly we fall to the mattress, Daddy resting on my back. "Fucking amazing, boy. But then I knew your pussy would drain my balls." "I never thought I'd do something like that. I'm glad I did. You were the best fuck I ever had. Thanks!" Will something like this ever happen. NO - not really. But, the thought gets me off often.

My biggest fantasy is to get tied-up and taken to a private place where I would be ganged banged by numerous guys, all poz, all determined to gift me. This could go on for days. The more toxic juice the better.

Chapter 2 "Hello?" Paul answered curtly, annoyed that someone was calling his private line less than 6 hours into a 3-day weekend, also happening to be the exact moment he chose to start jerking off. "Hi, I mean hello, sir, um, is this Paul, excuse me, is this Mr. Bishop?" The nervous teen voice at the other end of the call confirmed Paul's suspicion that one of the students was finally using the number they'd be given to invite him to some stupid high school bash or ask for an autograph. "Who's asking?" Paul responded, trying to sound less upset than he was. "This is Daniel Jacobs, sir. I am extremely sorry to call you this late," the boy sounded mortified, which melted Paul's anger a little, especially since the 'late' call was coming at only 9 pm. "but I am fu- um, in trouble Mr. Bishop. I was at the gym this afternoon and my locker was broken into, and my backpack with my laptop was stolen, and it had all of my finished footage from my project on it. Plus, I had just come straight from the editing lab at school, so all my back up disks and equipment were in it too. My teammates are freaking out, and I, well, I don't know what to do..." Paul felt awful when he heard the quiver in the boy's voice that made it sound like he might break into tears. Thinking back, his voice made it seem that he may have ben crying before the call too, which immediately made Paul ashamed for the rude way he'd answered the call. "ok, Daniel, right?" Paul asked in his softest, most calming voice. "Yes sir." Daniel sniffed. "First, calm down and take a deep breath. can you do that for me?" Paul waited until he heard the boy do as he asked. "Good, now don't panic, remember that I have copies of everything you've finished as of mid-week this week, so all you've lost is the stuff you hadn't edited yet... you did turn in your assigned deadline work this week, didn't you?" Paul remembered that a few of the groups had been lazy about turning in stuff on time since Mr. Carson had left town, and he wondered if this boy was playing him somehow, creating a fake robbery to get an extension on the final deadline, when he or his teammates hadn't been doing the work required. "Yeah, we did Mr. Bishop, you even screened some for the class the next day cause you liked our opening sequence so much, remember?" Daniel pointed out. Paul remembered the film now, and was positive the boy was on the level, since the film was one of the best in the school, and showed an immense amount of work by the team members. All he wondered was why he couldn't remember a boy named Daniel on the team, since he had taken some extra time for them that week. "That was your film? Of course I remember it, you've all done an amazing job putting it together, I'm embarrassed to say I can't recall you being on the team Daniel." Paul admitted, hoping the boy wouldn't be more hurt than he already was. "Oh sorry sir, that's my bad, the guys call me Dingo, so does Mr. Carson." Daniel, aka Dingo, said, and suddenly it dawned on Paul who the boy on the phone was. Paul had noticed Dingo from day one and often imagined it was his ass taking Paul's raw monster cock when he was jerking off. Dingo was taller than every other student participating in the project, standing almost 6' 10" tall, but was blessed not to have awkward bone structure or off-putting facial features as a lot of giant guys do. His perfectly formed bubble butt was always wrapped in baggy bball shorts, creating many opportunities for Paul to enjoy the view of it. The sight was enhanced with strong lanky muscles, smooth pale white skin, light blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a smile to die for. He was captain of the basketball team, nicknamed due to his miraculous vertical jump shot, and had turned down multiple full ride offers from some serious ball schools in order to pursue his dream of attending USC film school to become a director. Dingo was one of the shunning stars in the magnet program and Paul knew he had to do whatever he could to make sure the boy got his wish. "does that ring a bell Mr. Bishop?" "No one can forget you man, sorry if I was short when you answered, you caught me during.... something. Anyway, don't panic because I keep all the stuff you turn in and can easily get a copy to you this weekend Daniel, sorry, Dingo." Paul's cock was still fished out and began to harden again, imagining how grateful Daniel would be, not to mention his team, which consisted of two other young hot guys, and two somewhat attractive girls. "I like when you call me Daniel sir, it seems more professional, like it will on my films." Daniel's voice was calmer now, and his tone suggested he was relieved. "Man you stopped me from having a heart attack, or being murdered by my group. I just wish I had sent a copy to my cloud when I finished it tonight, so we didn't have to re-film the last scene and edit it all over again." "it's lucky you're ahead of schedule, I can get a copy of what I have tomorrow, and you'll have a week to finish up." Paul was stroking softly to Daniel's male team members' butts and faces floating in his mind. "I couldn't possibly put you out any more sir. I feel terrible asking you as it is, but I’d feel much worse knowing you cancelled your weekend plans to save my butt,” Daniel protested making Paul smile, and stroke harder when he mentioned his butt. “I appreciate the consideration, but based on the rest of your work, I am guessing you will use every possible second to get the ending exactly right. Besides, the only plans you’d be interrupting would be reading some screenplays my agent is sending me, since my girlfriend cancelled her visit this weekend.” Paul lied to reinforce the lie he’d fed the students on the first day about how his girlfriend would be flying out to see him on the weekends, which meant he wouldn’t have time to come to their parties or meet them for work sessions. This allowed him to gracefully decline invitations and subtly concrete the idea that he was straight as an arrow. “Are you sure you’re not just being nice? Because I could really use the extra time, since we’re all going nuts trying to find replacement equipment and schedule the actors and everything.” Daniel was giving in, and Paul was starting to precum. “I’m happy to help out anyway possible. In fact, I’ll bring over my camera and computer for you to use over the three day weekend. Then, on Tuesday, you’ll be able to finish using the school’s editing lab.” Paul said while trying to cover the growing excitement in his voice. “You gotta be the nicest movie star in the whole world Mr. Bishop,” Daniel gushed. “My crew will be on their knees tomorrow when you arrive.” That image almost made Paul explode. “What?” “We’ll get on our knees and kiss your feet or build you a shrine or something. We’ll do anything you want to make up for this, Mr. Bishop, anything!” Daniel promised. The idea of the teen boys on their knees offering anything Paul wanted was too much and made Paul cum, covering his sculpted chest, even hitting him on the chin and lips. Paul had to let the phone drop to the couch cushion at this side and bite his lip so the boy didn’t hear him groan as he came. When the orgasm subsided, Paul whipped the phone to his ear. “…there Mr. Bishop? Hello?” “I’m here Daniel, sorry, just dropped the phone for a moment. Why don’t you text me when and where you’ll be filming tomorrow and I’ll stop by with everything I have, okay?” Paul said, disguising his heavy breathing as best he could. “I will sir, Thank you so much, and have a good night.” Daniel hung up, and Paul let himself breathe normally again. After he’d cleaned up the cum running over his firm pecs and pooling between his abs, he opened his briefcase and pulled out the materials the students had turned in that week, and popped in the dvd of Daniel’s group. Watching it now, after his conversation cause him to notice much more about the boy’s bodies and performances. The film was about a family who invite a foreign exchange student into their home, never suspecting the boy is manipulating them with lies and misunderstandings, causing their secrets and insecurities to come out. He begins by getting each member of the family to confide in him, and then exposing their secrets to the others so they are all angry and untrusting of everyone but their foreign guest. He then works to corrupts the brother and sister, which the mother questions until he ‘accidentally’ leaves out his diary, explaining his deep commitment to his religion and his promise to save himself till marriage. With the father, he shows interest in his job and all the activities he loves, which the kids can’t stand, finding out the dad was once a compulsive gambler. With the parents thoroughly fooled, he bullies their teen son to sneak out to parties and clubs, making sure the parents discover and blame the son and not him. He even tries to take the blame, but they believe he is only trying to cover for the boy, which makes them even more confident that he is perfect. Meanwhile he seduces their daughter and convinces her to make love. Paul had stopped watching at this point before, since it was one of two dozen films he needed to watch, but continued now and couldn’t believe what he witnessed. In the next few scenes, the boy manages to get the mother to act on her desire for their next door neighbor, sets up the father to take up gambling again, and gets the daughter to invite over a friend for a threesome. The final scene they had edited features the son fighting with the student for getting him in trouble, but forgiving him when the foreign boy tells him he is sorry and cries over possibly losing the only friend he has in the world. When the son goes to comfort him, they end up kissing, which got Paul had as a rock once more, since the boys in the film were the two friends of Daniel’s. Before the action got good, the screen went dark, causing Paul to dive for his bag again, digging through it for a copy of the script they submitted. Skimming until he got to the shot of the boys kissing, he read on to the next scene, in which the foreign exchange student is being dropped at the airport. As he hugs each of them goodbye, he turns back and hands the Father a film he’s made of his trip. When they get home the family watches in horror as the film goes from innocent shots of scenery and touristy places, to hidden camera views of each family member engaging in salacious acts. The daughter in the threesome, the father losing $12,000 at seedy bar, the mother beginning to undress with the neighbor before the lights go out, and the son drinking, smoking pot and finally sleeping with the student. A voice over comes in, with the foreign boy explaining his film’s purpose: to show the seedy side of middle-class America, calling it “Waking from the American Dream.” When the film-within-the-film ends, it reveals a college professor watching it in his office, while the foreign boy sits across from him, interviewing for entry to a film school. The professor puts the foreign boy on the wait list, obviously upsetting him for a second, before he composes himself, thanks the professor and leaves. The professor is then seen packing up and leaving for the night, driving home and going inside, where this filming switches to a shot from outside his window. Once he kisses his wife, the professor sneaks into a desk drawer and takes a swig from a bottle. The voice over begins again “Subject hides a drinking habit from wife and faculty, corroding their relationship and impairing his ability to do his job. Our goul? To expose his deceit, dissolve his marriage, disqualify his tenure, and ensure his replacement with someone who recognizes and admits brilliant applicants. Watch his destruction in ‘Waking the American Dream, part two.’ Paul loved the rest of the script and couldn’t wait to see Daniel and his friends complete the last few scenes. He made up his mind as he drove to their film site the next morning that he’d stick around for a while and watch them get to it. When he arrived, he was happy to see they were all set up to film the scene with the family watching the film. Daniel ran out of the house with his two male teammates, who played the foreign exchange student and the son, to help carry in the equipment Paul brought, even though it all fit in one box. “Thanks again, Mr. Bishop, you’re saving our lives. By the way, these are my co-producers and two of the actors in the movie, Steve and Justin.” Paul shook their hands and let them carry in the box containing the camera, tripod and laptop. “Nice to meet you guys, and call me Paul, it feels like I’m someone’s dad when you call me Mr. Bishop.” The boys all laughed, a little more than was necessary, obviously excited to be getting some private attention from someone they thought of as famous. Justin and Steve went inside and started to set up, while Daniel and I followed and went over their schedule for the day. “We just have the one scene to film here at Steve’s house which should only take an hour or so, then we’re headed to Justin’s dad’s work which we set up last night to look like the airport in one of the hallways. Then we’ll shoot in his office, which we tried to make look like a professor’s office, before we head to my parents’ mountain house to shoot the final scene and do some reshoots around the Jacuzzi to look like a party, since we lost all the stuff we shot at the real party two weeks ago. If absolutely necessary we can finish up any reshoots or ADR on Sunday and have all day Monday to edit so we can just do the opening and closing credits on the machines at school.” Daniel was totally focused as he explained the plan, almost eliciting a chuckle from Paul if he didn’t think it would have made Daniel crazy wondering what he was doing wrong. In truth, Daniel’s attitude and vision reminded Paul of some of the directors he’d worked with back in LA. The humorous part was comparing the memories of those short, balding, hairy men, to this muscular Nordic demigod. Inside, Paul met the two girls on the team, who played the daughter and her friend, as well as being in charge of the sound and lighting. There were also two boys from the basketball team who volunteered to help by holding the boom, and operating the camera, and the actors who played the father and mother, who turned out to be Steve’s actual dad, and his Aunt who taught acting at the university an hour away. It was too bad that she didn’t have the class of the students from school, as she spent every second they weren’t filming trying to convince Paul to take a look at her reel or come speak with her class. Finally, as much as he enjoyed watching Daniel film, Paul couldn’t take any more of the woman’s incessant jabbering, and snuck out in the middle of a scene. From his rented car, Paul texted Daniel how great it looked, and to call if he needed any more help, before heading back to his rented house and spending a couple hours looking at the films from start to finish. Once he’d managed to get that done, he started feeling bored and, unable to read the screenplays from his agent, since they were on the laptop he’d left with the crew, he wandered the house looking for something to do. Finally he ended up doing laundry and drinking a cape cod made from some smooth vodka he’d been sent as a thank you from a car company for whom he’d recorded some voice over tracks for their commercials. He was about to make a second when his phone rang. “Mr. Bishop? It’s Dingo, sir.” Daniel said, sounding almost as panicked as he had the night before. “I told you to call me Paul, Daniel. What’s the problem?” Paul said, anticipating something terrible had befallen his laptop or camera. “It’s our schedule Paul, one of the actors had to run out of town for the holiday and didn’t call to tell us until about 10 minutes ago.” Daniel’s speech was getting faster as he went on. “We have sent out texts and calls to all the guys who could play him, even called a few women thinking we could make him a girl, but everyone who we can find has already been in the movie as somebody.” “Which part is it?” Paul said, wondering who they could possibly need to film that could be either sex. “A professor who interviews Bashir, our main character,” Daniel explained, “in a pivotal scene which shows the audience the point of Bashir’s behavior. He also has a few more shots in the” “I read the script,” Paul cut him off. “The Professor is crucial to your plot, can’t one of your parents play him?” “You read it? Really? What did you think?” Daniel suddenly switched gears, totally awed that Paul had taken the time to read the script. “Yes, really, and it was very well put together, but stay focused Daniel, what about a parent?” Paul smiled as he said this, enjoying the boy’s idolatry of him, but trying to stay on task. “Right, parents, no. All of our parents have been in it as teachers and neighbors and waiters and stuff and they all have little lines. We tried calling Mr. Carson, but he told us he won’t be back from visiting his Mom till Monday night or Tuesday. The guy who was playing it was a friend of my Aunt’s from her Improv troupe, but he only did it cause we were gonna pay him $100 for the afternoon of filming.” “$100 for a student film? This guy was ripping you off!” Paul got angry about the sleazy improve guy, but also over reacted a little since he had hoped Dick would be back before then so they could spend a day screwing. “Tell you what, gimme 30 minutes and I’ll provide a person to fill the role, ok?” “Thank you, thank you, thank you Mr. Bish-, I mean Paul,” Daniel answered sounding like a kid hearing he gets to go to Disney world. “Just tell whoever it is to bring a suit coat and button up shirt if he can and we’ll provide everything he needs.” “Will do,” Paul smirked, forming a plan. “No guarantees on his acting abilities though.” “No problem, any one will do,” Daniel responded, obviously splitting his focus between the call and the film crew so they’d be ready. “We can edit his scene to no lines if we have to. See you soon.” Paul pulled into the parking lot of the office 25 minutes later. He walked in, carrying a garment bag over one shoulder, running the lines in his head after memorizing them on the fly. He got off the elevator at the 9th floor as the text directed him to, and saw the high schoolers bustling around an open office door just down the hall. “Where do you want me?” Paul startled them with his question. “Anywhere you want to watch, Paul,” Daniel said, crossing to shake his hand again. “Where is the guy?” “You’re looking at him,” Paul responded, watching as each of their faces turned from shocked to ecstatic. “No shit?!?!” Justin shouted out, pushing past Daniel to Paul. “Justin!” One of the girls screamed. “Don’t say shit in front of Paul Bishop!” Paul laughed and told him not to worry about it, asking where he should get changed. Daniel directed him down the hall, giving his teammates a dirty look before showing Paul a private washroom where he could change and put on makeup. “Sorry, they’ve been super stressed since we found out all the work we have to re-do.” Daniel continued talking, sitting on an arm chair in the bathroom, showing no plans to give Paul any privacy while he got ready. “It is a huge relief knowing you’ll be doing the final scene for us Paul. If the others had known I bet they’d have stuck around to help.” “I noticed it was down to the five of you on the team, what happened to the volunteers basketball guys and Steve’s dad and Aunt?” Paul asked nonchalantly, while stripping off his shirt and shoes. “They were tired of waiting around,” Daniel turned his eyes down to avoid glaring at Paul, but occasionally snuck peeks at Paul’s tight physique. “so we figured we could finish things here and at the Professor’s house, since the scenes only feature two people, and I sent them home,” “Smart move,” Paul paused to talk just as he’d finished sliding the shirt over his bare shoulders, before unbuckling and pushing down his jeans, leaving him in white designer briefs. “You want to tell me how we will be shooting the scene?” “What? Oh yeah, sure.” The high school boy’s eye were no longer discreet as they worked over Paul’s buff legs, full package and up his cut abs. He reviewed the shooting plan, including which angles would be shot and with what lenses and angles, while Paul finally pulled on some slacks, buttoned and tucked in his light green oxford, and pulled on his grey silk suit coat. At that point, Daniel got one of the girls to come in and do Paul’s makeup(which turned into Paul giving her a lesson in proper application), while Justin ran the lines. Two hours and a dozen takes later, they’d shot the scene from 5 angles, some close up, some two-fers, and even some impressive shots from above and out the window. Overall, they all felt they’d learned a lot from Paul’s expertise, and Paul was impressed with their creativity and willingness to learn. They completed with some random footage of Paul locking up the office and going to his car (which was actually a very nice Jag owned by one of the girl’s grandfathers). From there they drove the jag onto a trailer attached to the back of Steve’s Father’s truck, which had a tripod secured in the bed to film the car’s drive to the ’professor’s house.’ Paul was amazed they had thought of something so elaborate, and was really wowed when they explained that they’d simultaneously be filming from a cell cam in a following car for the creepy footage. They drove about 45 minutes to the house, getting plenty of footage, while Paul “drove” the jag with Daniel hidden in the backseat, communicating by cell with the other two vehicles. He felt bad that the 6’10” guy had to spend the 25 minutes bent in half, but didn’t mind once he adjusted the rear view to see Daniel’s ass. At the house, they pulled the Jag off the trailer, did two shots of Paul pulling it into the drive. The final shots were all done with the cell cam, to reinforce the idea they were shot by “Bashir,” and involved nothing more than one long continuous shot of Paul walking in the house, kissing one of the girls (who wore a wig), waiting for her to leave the room, pulling out a bottle, taking a swig, pouring some into a can of coke, and sitting on the couch and drinking. Paul liked this kind of filming since it let him sit and drink over and over, especially when he found out the bottle was a real bottle of Johnny Walker Black. When they finished, and the girls ran out the door to make it back to town to meet some friends, Paul was feeling the liquor enough to make him give each one a huge hug before they left. Daniel asked Paul to watch the footage they’d shot, while he, Steve and Justin went out and took apart the set up in the truck before it got too dark. Everything he saw impressed him, some of it so much, that he pointed out specific shots to the boys when they got back in. When he finished discussing it with them, he realized it had been almost 80 minutes since they’d shot the final scene. Paul, slowly sobering, knew the boys still needed to film some of the party scenes, so he decided to get out of their hair, until he realized his street clothes, cell phone, and wallet were locked in his car, 45 away at the office building. As they set up for the party, he pointed out his situation and asked to borrow a phone to call a cab. “Oh crap Paul,” Daniel said, stepping in to apologize. “I totally forgot you didn’t drive here. Give me one second to tell the guys where to set up, and I’ll drive you back myself.” “Don’t stop working to do that,” Paul stopped him. “You guys are so close to being done, just finish the filming and I’ll catch a cab.” “A cab would take at least half an hour to get here,” Steve interjected, setting up some lights on the deck by the Jacuzzi. “and it will cost a fortune to drive you back to the office.” “Yeah, plus Rick is on his way with the party supplies,” Justin added, tossing empty solo cups into the Jacuzzi and around the deck. “He’d be happy to drive you back into town.” “Rick?” Paul asked, turning to Daniel, worried about having a strange guy acting as his chauffer, leading any number of outcomes, from benign annoying celebrity worship to crazy stalker kidnapping. “Steve’s brother who’s in town from college for the long weekend,” Daniel explained while setting up the tripod. “He has some stuff he is dropping off here for us, and agreed to stay here tonight and tomorrow night so we can stay and work without our parents around to interrupt. If you’d rather not catch a ride from some guy you’ve never met, you can take my truck and Rick can drive me down tomorrow to pick it up.” “I think I’ll wait to meet Rick,” Paul said, leaning in to Daniel. “But I might take you up on that if he’s nuts.” They laughed and Paul shed his jacked and went to the powder room to wash off his makeup. When he re-emerged, the guys were filming a party scene which looked pathetic since only Steve and Justin were in the shot. Paul stepped in, insisting Daniel join them, and then using lots of trick angles and close ups to make it look like more people. After a few short bits, Paul sniffed a cup that one of the guys had been drinking from, and recognized the smell of the Johnny Walker. “You guys really drinking?” Paul asked, stopping the boys in their tracks. They all began stuttering a response when Paul laughed. “It’s cool guys, just be careful and don’t ever tell anyone I was here when you did, okay?” The guys agreed, and they filmed a few more takes of “bashir” forcing “the son” to take shots or encouraging him to smoke some weed. They paused when the doorbell rang and Daniel went inside to show Rick to the back deck. “…traffic getting’ up her was murder Dingo,” Rick sauntered out in front of Daniel. “Took me a fuckin’ hour and 15 to get here bro. You guys start the party without me?” He laughed and turned to meet Paul’s gaze, which made his eyes grow HUGE. “Holy shit, you’re…you’re…fuck! You’re that dude from that show man!” Rick grabbed Paul’s hand and pulled him in for a bro hug, not letting go. “Fuckin’ a, these shitheads told me they had a famous teacher but you’re for real!” “Thanks man,” Paul said as he pushed Rick off, as nicely as he could. “Steve says you’re his brother Rick, right?” “Yeah man, shit!” Rick continued freakin out a little, before turning to his brother and the other two guys. “You didn’t tell me you invited Hollywood elite, or I’d have brought more shit!.” “His name is Paul Bishop, Rick,” Daniel said, trying to get Rick to calm down. “He’s been helping us finish this one thing then he’s gonna head back to town in my truck.” “Aw seriously Dingo?” Rick looked crestfallen. “You gotta stay for some a drink and smoke, Mr. Bishop.” He pulled his backpack off and brought out a pipe already loaded with weed. The boys all looked horrified, which made Paul laugh since he had no intention of stopping their fun on a holiday weekend. “I’m so sorry Paul,” Daniel quickly pushed past Rick while Steve stepped up to take the pipe and stuff it back in Rick’s bag. “No big deal guys,” Paul smiled. “In fact I would be down to smoke some before I go.” “See he’s cool,” Rick said, pulling the pipe back out and lighting it up. He took a huge hit and coughed as it came out. In a show of good faith, with one eye on the camera to be sure it was off, Paul took the pipe from him and took a hit himself, controlling it so no coughing occurred. “Gangsta!” Rick proclaimed, slapping Paul’s hand and bumping his fist while Paul passed the pipe to the others. “Lets get in the fuckin cuzzi and finish this bowl.” With that, he ditched his coat, and cap revealing a closely trimmed head of honey colored hair, around his handsome very defined bone structure. Off came the shirt, showing his ripped, though skinny chest, covered in a well groomed layer of hair, and a tattoo across his right arm of some cheesy barb wire design. Suddenly he tore down his board shorts, leaving him in some grey cotton boxer briefs, which Paul purposefully didn’t check out while Rick hopped in the water. “We still have to film some more drinking and smoking shots,” Daniel objected, when Justin and Steven began to follow suit. “Let’s film it in the Jacuzzi,” Justin shot back, stripping off his button down short sleeved shirt and undershirt to reveal a trim but undefined chest with a dusting of dark black hair leading from his belly button to his waistband. His skin was somewhere between olive and brown, leaving Paul to guess that he was of Mediterranean descent. His black slacks came down revealing dark green boxers and hairy legs. “It makes more sense that way when there are less people in the shot.” “Plus it’s fucking hot out here,” Steve argued as his polo came up over his head full of curls the same color as his brother’s. His chest was slightly thicker than rick’s but he was also defined and covered in hair, but it was less groomed and more wild, with some curl across his upper chest. His khakis hit the deck, providing a clear view of his white boxer-briefs. “You want to join us, Paul?” Daniel’s eyes turned to look at Paul, and Paul tried to gauge whether they were asking for permission to do it or permission to stop it. Unable to decide, Paul began unbuttoning his shirt and toeing off his black loafers. Daniel sighed and pulled off his ball cap, before peeling away his polo, then his white wifebeater. Paul pretended to be looking at the buttons on his shirt while check out Daniel’s tall, slim, smooth buff body. Most guys that tall are so skinny it looks painful, but Daniel obviously worked like made to have thick arms and pecs. They were still developing, but Daniel was not ashamed of them. Paul decided to be brave, and shucked his slacks, showing off his perfectly fitted white briefs, before stepping into the hot tub. All eyes fell on Daniel who loosened the belt on his jeans, sliding them down his slim but manly hairless legs. He was wearing some basketball shorts, with a slight waistband of some sort of undies peeking out above them, but he got in wearing both, to Paul’s disappointment. They passed the pipe and drank beer and whiskey while Rick admired and commented on how ripped and toned Paul was, which led to Paul describing his workout routine to them. After the second bowl was finished and they’d filmed plenty of shots of each of them drinking and smoking, Paul hopped out to put the camera far enough away to keep it from getting wet. “Damn Paul, what do you do to get your ass like that bro,” Rick said, digging through his bag for something. “Cause that shit is as round as any bitch I’ve ever seen.” The guys all laughed, and Paul hopped back in, ignoring the question. Without provocation or permission, Justin reached over and ran his hand down Paul’s abs, telling them all they had to try it. Paul was surprised when Daniel was next, letting his hand go from the nipple down to the waist of the white briefs. “That’s television abs, but feel the real deal,” Daniel flexed his stomach, and Paul and the others all took their turn. Somehow they ended up each feeling everyone else from tit to treasure trail, before Rick finally focused, reached back in his bag and pulled out a funny looking pipe and a baggie Paul figured must have been coke. “Who’s down to kick this shit up a notch,” Rick said, smiling and shaking the baggie. “You game tv star? Or too chicken shit?” “Not chicken shit, but not into coke bro,” Paul responded, “but I won’t judge if anyone else wants to.” “It’s not coke, tv.” Rick pointed to the pipe, “this is crystal. But whatever, more for me and my bros. Who wants to get spun with me?” The guys all looked at him silently. “Make up your minds,” Rick stood and stepped out of the tub, revealing the outline of a semi hard lump snaking down his right thigh to a thick head in his wet, darker undies. “but I’m loading this over on the deck lounges if anyone is up for it.” As he walked over, Paul turned to the boys expecting them to stay put. He was unprepared for Daniel to shout “wait up,” and go to follow. The other two rose to join, and Paul gave in. He was grateful for all the booze and pot, because his dick would have been hard as a rock otherwise. As it turns out, he had nothing to hide, since Justin’s boxer’s tented impressively and Steve’s white boxer briefs became see through, showing his almost fully hard 7 inch cut duck tucked across his right thigh. Daniel’s short effectively obscured anything going on his groin, but Paul figured he was probably in a similar predicament as his two hs buds. When they sat around an unlit firepit, Daniel flipped the switch, turning it on, and then pulled the extension cord on the lights they’d used to light the filming, leaving them with only some inside lights bleeding through the glass doors and the fire light. Steve sat next to Rick on the porch swing, with Justin on a lounge chair next to them, so Paul took a seat next to Daniel on the other lounge he’d turned sideways so they could both face the fire. Daniel seemed even bigger when they were almost naked and sitting in low light, making Paul feel as though he couldn’t speak without leaning all the way into the center over the pit for the others to hear and see him. Rick had poured a good size pile of little crystals into the clear glass in his hand, and lit it before inhaling, waiting for the rocks to melt. When he finally had them smoking, he inhaled long and deep, and told Steve to open his mouth, kissing his brother and shotgunning the smoke into his lungs. “Jesus,” Justin said shouting but at half the volume. “Nice tongue action, fags.” “Fuck you lesbo,” Steve said, punching Justin’s bicep. His voice also low, as if dimming the lights lowered the volume as well. “It saves smoke, haven’t you ever shot gunned before?” Justin shook his head, so Steve lit the pipe and motioned for Justin to do the same thing he’d done. Their shotgun had much less contact, proving Rick and Steve had more experience doing it and didn’t mind sharing a little spit if it meant a bigger hit. Justin took a hit, which Steve had to light for him, and coughed before he could turn to either Steve or Daniel with a shotgun, blowing out stiff clouds of white smoke. He handed Daniel the pipe, and Daniel hit it like a pro, no need to have Rick or Steve show him how. He didn’t offer to shotgun Justin or Paul, instead blowing a steady white stream straight across the fire to Steve’s place on the swing. He handed Paul the pipe, who handed it to Rick without taking a hit. “Come on Paul,” Daniel said, breaking the smoke silence. “Let us get you high. It’s the least we can do after all the ways you saved our asses today.” “Thanks but you gotta remember how many people watch me like a hawk,” Paul put up his hands as Rick tried to pass it back to him. “If you guys try this shit, you only have to hide it from your parents. If I try it, I have to hide it from the world.” “No one here is gonna tell anyone,” Daniel said, grabing the pipe from Rick and taking the lighter to the round end. “We could all lose our futures at college, not to mention go to jail, if we did. Just do it tonight.” Before Paul could refuse again, Daniel put the stem to Paul’s lips and told him to inhale. As if he was a dog, he did it without thought, inhaling until his lungs were so full he thought he’d burst, when Daniel moved the pipe away and told him to exhale, placing his full pink lips just a hair from Paul’s. Paul shot gunned into Daniel’s mouth, desperate to follow the smoke with his tongue, but holding back instead to pull back and watch as Daniel repeated the exhale with a load as big as the one he’d taken first hand. “Fucking epic man,” Rick added, taking a huge hit and then turning and shot-gunning it into Paul’s mouth, but making full contact with their lips. After that they kept the circle going, sometimes shot-gunning, sometimes not. Paul lost track of how many hits he took, and began aching for the pipe to be back in his mouth. They decided to return to the hot tub after Rick loaded the pipe for the third time. When they stood to walk over, Daniel, Steve and Justin started a tweaker conversation about the film, but Rick grabbed Paul and held him back to keep smoking. They took some hits and Paul asked Rick what got him into Crystal. “Tina is the preferred name,” Rick said, lighting another rock in the bowl. “I started about a year ago after I joined this frat at school. Some of the guys sold it on the side to make some dough, so I tried it out. That’s how I ended up fucking around with dudes too.” Paul coughed. “*coughcough* you *cough*…you’re gay?” “Nah bro,” Rick said taking another hit. “I just fuck around with guys sometimes when I get spun. Gay dudes get the best shit. Steve knows I suck dick sometimes or cornhole the occasional fag to get some good shit. I had to ride this huge ass cock last week to get my hands on this stuff, but my bro doesn’t know I’ve done that, ok man?” Paul Nodded, and took another big hit, shot gunning with Rick, and letting Rick kiss him a little after. “He also don’t know I let his drama teacher, Mr. Carson, use my holes sometimes. That dude fucks like it’s his job, and gets the best shit I’ve ever smoked.” Rick was openly stroking his cock through his wet boxer-briefs when he wasn’t smoking, and Paul could feel his own hard cock expanding inside his white briefs. He couldn’t tell if he was hardening from watching the 20-yr-old next to him or because his regular fuck buddy was a perverted tweaking top who traded drugs for straight ass. “Damn Rick, aren’t you freaked someone will find out?” Paul said pulling back from a shotgun that had gone from smoke to making out. “Sometimes, so I always make sure the dudes I play with have as much to lose or more than I do. Plus I’ve gotten used to taking big cocks when I party, and I am not sure I wanna give it up. Speaking of which, once the jailbait goes inside to edit their film, I’d trade my left nut to have your big ass dick in my hole in the Jacuzzi.” Paul jumped a little as Rick began stroking his cock through his white briefs. It took no time at all for Paul to double check they couldn’t be seen from the hot tub, before he returned the favor, reaching into the grey boxer brief pouch to stroke Rick’s 7 cut inches. Rick moaned softly, reaching his other hand around and under the waistband to grope Paul’s cheeks, with the rare swipe of a finger in between to tease his hole. Paul grunted each time the finger made contact, and Rick smiled, working Paul’s briefs down below his stiff, dripping hard 8 inches, and under his bubble butt. Paul returned the favor and moved both hands around to finger Rick in earnest. Rick let Paul slide his finger all the way in, but took the hint to only tease the outer ring when he tried to reciprocate and Paul’s cheeks squeezed shut. So on they went before Paul went for another hit and Rick pulled his hands away and reached to the bag of tina on the swing. “You wanna get really high and fuck like nothing you’ve ever tried,” Rick whispered, opening the baggie and fishing out two larger crystals. “Just slide this up your ass and wait for it to melt. It’s called a booty bump.” Paul watched with anticipation as Rick returned his finger to Paul’s rear, this time pushing the shard of tina past the sphincter and deep inside on the first shove. Paul whimpered, but willed himself to stay put. Rick handed him a shard of equal size and Paul repeated the action, only getting a moan of pleasure from Rick. Once they were sure the crystals were in place they went back to stroking one another and smoking the bowls. After about five more minutes, Paul forgot to stroke the dick and instead began rubbing Rick’s chest and ass between hits. This led to the two of them sinking back onto the swing and feeling each other all over and making out. They started to get in position for Rick to lay back and get fucked, when they heard a splash of people getting out of the water, and hurried to get their underwear back on all the way before Steve rounded the corner. “Stop boring Paul with stories of your glory days in the high school musicals,” Steve told his brother. “and come share the goods with the group.” Rick and Paul got up to head back, and Paul was pleasantly surprised to find his cock had gone soft, as had Rick’s. He remarked on it and Rick told him Tina sometimes did that, but not to worry, it would get hard later when it needed to. They went back to the Jacuzzi and hopped in, Rick loading a new bowl and passing it around. He also provided a bottle of ghb that each of them took a small amount of. For a while they just sat in the hot tub and chatted about the film before somebody questioned why Daniel didn’t just play the professor, since he hadn’t acted in the film at all. “You know Dingo can’t be on screen man,” Steve said after a big hit. “We don’t have a wide-angle lens.” This got laughter from Justin and Rick, and a confused look from Paul. “You know why he’s called Dingo, right tv star?” Rick said, shot gunning with Paul, before Paul shook his head yes. “Not the bullshit basketball reason, but the real reason?” “It’s cause he’s got a Dingo in his shorts and that thing will drag you in and devour you whole if you get it angry!” Steve interrupted, and He, Justin and Rick all erupted in even louder laughs, which Paul couldn’t help but join in on. Daniel was even chuckling. “You gotta see it Paul,” Justin said, “go on and whip it out for Paul, Dingo.” “Nah man, no one wants to see that shit,” Daniel scoffed and splashed Justin. “I do,” Rick volunteered. “I’ve been hearing about this shit for years and you never prove it. I bet he’s got an apple dick, you know, big dick, no stem.” This got a laugh from all of us, which didn’t last long. “Oh yeah bitch?” Daniel stood up and pulled down his shorts revealing a pair of Joe boxer bikini briefs with a bulge running half way down his extra long thigh. “Meet the dingo!’ With that, he pulled the side of the bikini’s away and out sprung a good nine inch uncut pink cock, that even soft was as thick as a can of soup. The entire group went quiet, while Daniel smiled, lifted it up, smacked Rick across the cheek and lips, tucked it back in and sat down. The laughter that followed made each of the almost hyperventilate, and when they’d calmed down, it was decided they’d better go inside. Rick stopped Paul again, and they each took another, bigger slug off the bottle of g before following the teens. Once they were out of the pool, Daniel tossed towels to each of them and directed Steve, Rick and Justin to use the downstairs showers while he showed Paul to the master bath and used the other upstairs shower himself. Paul was incredibly frustrated that he wasn’t going to get to use Rick’s hole yet, but he consoled himself by stripping nude and climbing into the hot steam shower, sitting down on the stone bench, and jerking himself to hardness, while working a finger in his tight ass. Frustratingly, he found his dick didn’t want to get all the way hard, his head was spinning from the ghb and his butt was hungry for more than just his finger. Hoping out of the shower, Paul toweled off and swerved into the attached Master bedroom, going through drawers and closets before discovering a black dildo about 8 inches long and pretty wide. He ran back to the bathroom, poured oil over it and moved onto the bed. Stroking his stiffening cock, he lowered his hole over the wide dick but couldn’t get his hole to open enough to take it. He cursed slightly, imagining Dick Carson named below him and tried again, still with no luck. He added more oil, and tried a third time, just as Daniel burst in with a pair of shorts for Paul to wear. The shock caused Paul to lose his balance and fall, impaling himself on the first four inches of cock, causing him to scream. Daniel began to apologize, but instead of leaving, he turned around, locked the bedroom door and walked over to wear Paul had fallen back on the bed and was groaning. “I prayed for your ass Mr. Bishop.” Daniel said before grabbing Paul’s legs and folding them back over his torso till his knees hit the bedspread next to his ears. “AAAAhhhh, dammit Daniel, that hurt, what are you doing?” Paul whimpered, trying to move away but with no leverage to go anywhere. “I’m gonna help get this thing out, so don’t move sir.” Daniel put his body over Paul’s holding his legs back, freeing his hands to take the oil from next to them on the bed, and reach down to start pulling out the big black dildo. Paul started to scream again so Daniel covered his mouth with his own, forcing his lips to meet and meld with Paul’s. “There now it’s almost…OUT!” The head popped out and for a moment Paul floated between consciousness and passing out. When his senses returned he looked down to the space between his legs and Daniel’s impossibly long torso to view the same monstrous cock he’d seen in the hot tub, now four inches longer, red as the devil and pulsing with each heart beat. “Oh God,” Paul cried, sure that he would die if Daniel fucked him with that beast. “You can’t do this to me Daniel. You’ll kill me. Please I’m not gay and I’ve never been fucked.” “Mr. Bishop, right now I don’t care.” Daniel moved his crotch forward until the dick head smeared the oil against the hole. “I’ve never been inside anyone before. Not a mouth, not a pussy, nothing. So tonight you’re taking all of me, and I’m sorry. Try to relax, they say it makes it easier.” The next thing Paul felt was the thick cock of a high school boy as the head worked past his sphincter and inched up and up until it reached the second barrier. With a grunt and a thrust, Daniel pushed past that one too, causing Paul to pass out. That relaxed his hole just a little more allowing Daniel to continue until almost all of daniel’s cock was inside Paul’s butt. Just as he felt his big balls and light layer of blonde pubes rub against Paul’s ass, someone knocked on the door. “Hey Paul, you in there man?” Rick called from the hallway. “He’s still in the bathroom Rick,” Daniel called out. “We’re just discussing the film. How about going down to the family room and turning on some music or something till we are ready to join you dudes?” “Sounds good man,” Rick said, heading to the stairs. Daniel looked down to see Paul coming to below him, making his anal cavity start to twitch and tighten. Paul opened his eyes just as the loud music began to float up to them on the bed. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Bishop.” Daniel repeated one last time before slowly removing his cock all the way except for the head and then pushing it back in. At first it was as if Paul was being pulled apart and pushed into a tiny ball at the same time, pain overloading his nerves until he could no longer struggle. Once he gave in, he began experiencing something like the start of an orgasm, but not just in his cock, but everywhere in his groin and ass. Two minutes and some faster thrusts and the orgasm was building. Two more minutes and Paul was throwing his head back as ass-gasm after ass-gasm racked his toned, perfect form. It took less than ten minutes before Daniel lost all control, made half a dozen powerful fucks and realized what was happening. “Sorry Mr. Bishop, but I can’t hold it, I gotta shoot. I gotta shoot. I’m…I’M…FUCK!” The cum rocketed so hard out of Daniel’s dick that, combined with the pulsing of his shaft against Paul’s prostate, and the teen abs rubbing his dick, Paul had a real orgasm and sprayed them both, all over. It seemed to take hours and be done in seconds at the same time, but neither pulled apart when it was finished. They kissed and Daniel released Paul’s hands, which let Paul feeling the body above his. He was still spinning from the tina and G, but managed one coherent word. “More.” Paul whispered before grasping Daniel’s butt cheeks and pulling his hips against him. Daniel obliged, taking 15 minutes the second time, and enjoying the extra lube his first load offered him. Paul was overwhelmed and passed out when Daniel had orgasm number two. So Daniel pulled a blanket over Paul’s well-used, chiseled body, shining from pools of cum in the dim light from the bathroom. Daniel got off the bed, put on his shorts and went downstairs to join his pals. When Paul awoke in the dark room, he felt the tongue pressing against his hole, and happily discovered it had retightened. He wanted to reach for Daniel and pull him back up to fuck him some more, but something had his hands pinned. He moved against the restraints, realizing they were hands. “Shit, he’s waking up,” Rick whispered from behind his head. “If you wanna lose that cherry bro, you better put it in now.” Paul panicked as Steven popped into the beam of light provided by the bathroom, and winced as he felt the boy ram in all seven thick cut inches at once. His hole may have had some lube from Daniel’s cum, and was stretched by it as well, but it was still new to this experience and fought and grasped the dick at each opportunity. He felt something burning along the dick, and realized it burned the same way when he’d had a booty bump before on the deck. Steven didn’t use any of the gentle thrusts Daniel had used, instead he was full throttle from the start. It only took five minutes before he added his load to Paul’s ass, but it felt like an eternity to Paul who was now much more aware and knew that his mouth was stuffed full of something to keep him quiet. Steven sweat and huffed and he pulled away, replaced by Justin almost before Paul could take a breath. Just had a shorter dick, around 6 inches, also cut, but it was as thick as Daniel’s. He power fucked Paul just as Steven did, but he’d go all the way in and out each time, making Paul scream into his gag everytime the thick brown head of his dick slammed back into the asshole. Luckily Justin was the fastest yet, breeding Paul after three minutes. When he finished, he slapped Paul and laughed. Paul had very little fight left, which worked out well for Rick. Rick had his brother come hold Paul’s hands while he used his 7 and a half inch cut cock to make love to Paul’s hole. Paul began to enjoy the fuck so much that his cock got hard again. “Get your mouth on his dick little bro,” Rick ordered, grabbing his brother’s curls and forcing his head down to Paul’s cock. “Ew, no way Ricky,” Steve fought and pulled as much as he could while his brother held him by his hair. “that shit if for faggots.” “You want me to show Mom and Dad the pictures of you getting sucked by that boy from your film class? Then you suck his dick and swallow his cum.” Rick’s blackmail did the trick, and Paul’s cock grew in the boy’s mouth. Some thrusts from behind and a little tongue and Paul began shooting down the boy’s throat. Rick followed right behind him, pumping load four into Paul before collapsing on his brother’s head and making his bro lick his cock clean. They argued about something as they left the room, Justin snickering and following after our into the dim hallway. A sound came from the opposite corner and Paul focused enough to lift his head. He could just make out a form in a chair, holding something with a blinking red light. As the form stood up, Paul could see it had to be Daniel based on the height and frame. As Daniel stepped into the light from the bathroom, the thing in his hand was revealed as a camera. “Sorry to do this, but it is my insurance that you won’t tell anyone what we did once you leave.” Daniel explained as he set the camera on the dresser by the bed. “I didn’t mean to force myself on you like that, but I to have that ass, you understand?” “You can’t keep that tape, you have to destroy it,” Paul sat up, and felt woozy still. They must have given him more ghb as well as the booty bumps. “I can’t Paul. It’s my insurance.” Daniel lit the pipe and put it to Paul’s lips. As upset as he was, he was desperate for the high like before, so he took a giant hit, and didn’t fight Daniel as he kissed him and sucked down the smoke too. “Not just insurance that you won’t tell, but insurance that I will get to do it again.” Paul heard the last part too late, as Daniel pushed him back, turned him onto his stomach and pinned his hands before inserting his cock once more. Paul screamed and screwed his eyes shut for the first few thrusts, opening them to find Rick holding the pipe for him to smoke. As Daniel took his time and raped Paul in every position he could, Rick kept Paul busy with either the pipe or his dick in Paul’s mouth. When the sun started to peek in through the curtains, Daniel had shot twice more inside his ass, and Rick had cum once in his mouth and once all over his face, all on camera. Paul tried to think of a way out of this without ruining his career or destroying his reputation, but kept coming up empty handed and asking for more tina. Coming soon Chapter 3: Dick Carson returns, The films are screened, Paul goes back to Hollywood

Part 3 "We'll make sure you get as much as you can take" Jack said. With that he reached under the bed and pulled out a dildo 10 inches longs and three inches around. Pete knew what was next so he got on his back, put his legs in the air and pulled open his hole. Jack knelt between Pete's legs and began to eat out his ass to get it ready for the next assault. Pete was in pig heaven feeling his cousin's tongue deeper and deeper in his ass, writhing and moaning, all the time pushing down on Jack's face. Again Pete lost track of time as Jack continued to rim him. Jack reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bag of tina. He pulled out 3 large shards and pushed them into Pete's hole. He then took the dildo and very slowly pushed it in inch by inch until it was balls deep against his ass crack. Pete continued to moan as he felt a combination of the burning sensation from the drug and the pleasure he was feeling from getting his ass filled again. Slowly Jack pulled the dildo almost all the way out and then in one thrust slammed it back in. Everytime it entered him, Pete pushed himself down on it, all the time looking at his cousin with a crazed look of desire. Jack picked up speed and began to ram the toy into Pete's insatiable hole at increased speed. "Mmmmmmmm...yessssss.....wowwww...fuuuuccckk", Pete moaned. After some time had passed Jack realized Javier had stepped out. He leaned down over Pete, spit in his mouth and kissed him while pushing the fuck toy all the way into Pete's guts. "Wait here hot man be right back". Jack went to the other room and found Javier had mixed more slams and had gone online. Javier turned to Jack and said "If he wants more let's give him the time of his life" He had messaged two fuck buds of theirs to come over. Felix was another dark latino stud and his BF Sean was the opposite, very pale with red hair. They both had big cocks and large appetites and When he told them that Pete was a slam virgin turned into a writhing cumslut they agreed to come over immediately. The moans from the bedroom were getting louder. When they reached the doorway, there was Pete with his eyes glazed over fucking himself roughly with the toy. "Damn that is a hot sight" Javier said. He then bent Jack over, spit on his cock and slid it into him. Pete looked up and saw Jack getting fucked and it made him even hornier. As Pete continued to pound his own ass, Javier found the same rythm and matched stroke for stroke. Not long after Jack felt Javier's cock thicken and start to throb. "You want it? "I need it" "Fucking family of dick sluts" "Here it comes" With that Jack felt the familiar warmth as Javier unloaded into his willing ass. Jack reluctantly pulled off of Javier's still hard cock and picked up one of the loaded rigs. Javier followed suite with the other two. He tied of Pete's arm while Javier tied off himself and Jack. "This one is a little stronger than the last one so expect an even bigger rush." Jack smiled as he saw that Pete's dick began to stiffen and leak with anticipation. Pete felt the cold sensation of the alcohol wipe and then felt the prick as the needle found it's target. "Ready cuz?......Tick....Tick...BOOM!" and with that Pete felt the tourniquet removed and an even more amazing rush than the first time. He couldn't catch his breath and coughed 5 or 6 times before he could breathe again. The ringing was back in his ears and his eyes glazed over. He reached down to feel his nipples which felt electrically charged and his hole burned with that now familar fire and need. In the background he heard the sounds of pleasure as Javier and Jack slammed again as well. Jack laid down next to him and told Pete to face him and sit on his dick. Pete was moving in slow motion but managed to do as he was asked. Javier then got behind him and Pete soon felt the second dick entering him. Pete was drooling from his mouth and cock as he felt both rigid cocks inside him. He felt as if he was going to be ripped in two but then another rush came over him and the pain was gone. He could feel Javier's cock rubbing against Jack's equally impressive dick inside of him. They stayed that way for a long time until he could feel them pulling out. He faintly heard a knock on the door. Jack got up as Javier pushed Pete back down on the bed and rammed his dick back into his fuckhole. Once again Pete was so fucking high that he couldn't speak except to moan, his eyes couldn't see very well but his ass knew what it needed. Javier continued to rape fuck him and Pete thought this is where I belong...face down with my ass in the air getting pounded waiting for the next load. Javier told Pete to roll over on his back. He did as he was told. His eyes were closed as he focused on the sensation overload he was feeling. He grunted as he felt the cock enter his ass. He opened his eyes and started to focus. Next to the bed Jack was on his knees sucking a muscular redheaded man as Javier was administering a slam. Pete looked up now realizing the dick inside him wasn't Javier's and found himself staring into the lust filled eyes of a different hot Latino stud also with a needle in his arm. Pete smiled and all was right with the world.

Part 2 Pete was flying. He never was this high in his entire life. Rush after rush hit him, his ears were ringing and he felt like his entire body was on fire. As he laid there being pounded by Jack's thick rock hard cock all he could focus on was how hungry his hole was. Javier came around to face him and he was staring at a beautiful uncut dick that had to be the size of a large red bull can. Javier said "Open your mouth for this until it's my turn at that sweet ass of yours" Pete obliged willingly. Soon he was being fucked both up his hole and down his throat. All he could think of was how many ways he wanted to give his ass up that night to his cousin and his Latino god of a friend. Just then Jack let out a low moan and said "Fuck cousin - I can't hold back anymore....gonna....load...you ...up...right..NOW!!!" Pete felt Jack's dick begin to throb and he felt his insides filled with his cousin's cum. As he came Jack pounded him harder and harder until he collapsed on top of Pete breathing hard. "FUCK.....Javier you have got to have some of this." At this point Jack pulled out of Pete's ass to make room for Javier. The Latino stud told Pete to get on his knees and raise his ass. Javier then placed his mouth on Pete's willing hole and began rim. "Damn stud I can taste Jack's hot load up there." The more Pete felt the tongue up his ass the hungrier his hole felt. He was still so high he found it hard to speak. All he could think about was dick. "How much did you give him?" Javier grinned and said "I thought .6 for his first slam would make this more memorable for him". Soon Pete felt Javier insert three fingers into his ass. "Ready for more cum pig?" All Pete could do was moan. "I'll take that as a yes" With that, Pete felt Javier's thick long pole ram into him with one thrust until he felt the Latin man's balls against his ass. "Damn....Nothing I love more than feeling someone else's cum around my cock as I fuck a slammed up cum pig like you Petey boy...you can't rape the willing but this is going to be damn close!" With that he began to pound Pete's hole relentlessly. Thrust after thrust pulling his cock out and then in one motion slamming it back in. All Pete could think was "Use me... Use me... Use me" but he still couldn't get the words out. Pete didn't know how long he was being fucked. He had no sense of time only that feeling of completeness as his fuck hole was used as it was meant to be used. He heard Javier scream out..."Ready for another load boy?... Here it comes.....FUUUUCCCCKKKK...Pete didn't think it was possible but as he came Javier fucked him even more brutally that before. He felt Javier's dick pulse and soon he could feel the warmth of another load inside him. Pete looked at both Jack and Javier and stared at them with his new eyes, which were so dilated, all that could be seen were his black pupils - almost as if he was possessed. He reached around and stuck two fingers in his own hole feeling the two loads. He pulled the fingers out and placed them in his mouth, tasting the cum dripping out of his ass.He couldn't stop smiling. He finally found his voice and with a guttural moan he whispered "More - I need more."

In Melb but gt to Sydney quite a bit for work. Happy to top anyone that wants it. Never pull out.