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The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 14 We were on a mission to expand our poz family and infect as many guys as we could in the process. By the weekend Coty had taken 4 more doses of my potent venom, and he planted his seed in me 3 times. Zak arrived early Saturday morning, and the weekend turned into a poz fuck fest. I invited Jonathan to my place for the weekend. By Saturday night Zak and I pumped Jonathan and Coty each with two loads of our toxic seed in their cunts. Jonathan and Coty swapped the last of their neg loads, and Zak and I planted our poz cum into each other. If we didn’t charge them up directly, Jonathan and Coty would infect each other with our DNA. Saturday night we went to Kruz for drinks. To our surprise Coty slipped in and was not carded. All four of us sat at the bar loaded with poz cum and tipped our beer. We shook bar dice. The first one out got to dump a load into the person who lost. In the first round Zak shook 4 sixes all day and he was out. Now who was he going to get to knock up with his toxic load? The second round Jonathan shook 4 ducks in one and it was down to Coty and me. My cock was fixed on charging up Jonathan and Coty so every load counted. I hoped to beat Coty, but the third round ended in a tie with 4 fours all day. The shake on the tie ended with 3 threes from Coty. I shook the dice and lifted the cup slowly; an ace, an ace, and a four. As much as I wanted to win the round I think Coty wanted to lose. I looked at Coty with an evil grin and laughed. “Bend over bitch….daddy’s home,” I said. Zak grabbed Coty by the hand along with the empty beer bottles from Jonathan and myself, and disappeared into the side hall bathroom. “Those two can get a little added bonus,” Zak snickered. He filled each beer bottle half full of piss then Coty topped the two bottles off with his beer piss. “Since you’re still pretty tight, I’ll go easy on you this time, kid.” Zak slipped his Prince Albert ring out. “Bend over the sink, kid….a deal’s a deal.” Zak spit on his cock and lubed up Coty’s hole. A mixture of dirty cum gushed from Coty’s cunt as Zak plowed in balls deep. “Fucking sweet, kid. I love breeding your ass, especially with it already loaded with cum.” Zak pounded another load into Coty before giving him an added bonus too. He pulled his cock out and bent over the sink. “I want that beautiful cock in my ass, kid. Give me your cum.” Coty mounted Zak in a flash. With one rough thrust the full length of his thick cock was buried deep in Zak’s cunt. Zak’s sloppy hole took Coty’s massive cock with ease. “Damn you’re getting good at this, kid.” The poz cum in Zak’s ass sloshed along Coty’s shaft with each plunge into his used hole. Coty’s balls quickly pulled up and he shot his thick spunk into Zak’s guts. Coty slipped Zak’s Prince Albert ring back into Zak’s cock and tightened the ball to the end of the ring. “Sweet….full service,” Zak said then tucked his cock away and zipped up. Coty and Zak returned to the bar and handed us each our bottle of piss to guzzle, and we gulped their sweet nectar into our bellies. By Sunday night we were rimming each other’s asses lapping up the mix of cum and ass juice dripping from our wrecked cunts. Zak and I each pumped another load into Jonathan and Coty. They returned the favor and each dumped their seed into Zak and I. We pissed down each other’s throats and drenched each other with our urine. It was a sweaty, cum filled, piss drinking and soaking weekend. We stunk of a mixture of piss, cum, and sweat. It was pig heaven. Jonathan spent the weeknights at my house the following week. I seeded Jonathan and Coty with my toxic cum every night. They were becoming inseparable, sleeping together most nights. I could hear them in the spare bedroom filling each other’s holes with raw cock and cum; boning me up as I drifted off to sleep. By the following Friday my phone again dinged with a text message. “Hey Zeek….finally finished my gono treatment.” “Awesom, Ian….looking for more toxic cum?” “Crawling the walls I’m so boned up for it.” “Pump any more loads into Brian?” “No, but plan on it this weekend.” “Come get loaded up tonight.” “Awesome…..I’ll tell Brian I’m meeting buds for drinks.” “Okay….I’ll give you a drink of my piss from the tap….LOL.” Jonathan and Coty were sucking each other’s cocks on the living room rug when Ian arrived at my house around 7pm. I greeted him at the front door naked with a hard on and a smile. “Get in here pig,” I demanded. I introduced Ian to Jonathan and Coty. “It’s all cool,” I said. “We’re all like-minded pigs.” “Oh….are you guys poz yet,” Ian asked? Coty replied, “Not yet, but we’ve been taking a lot of charged cum. We just got loaded up again last night.” “Fucking hot,” Ian replied then was immediately lip locked with Coty. We quickly stripped Ian naked and while Coty made out with him, Jonathan slid Ian’s cock down his throat, and I buried my tongue in his ass. Ian was in pig heaven. To kick off our Friday night fucking we moved to the bathroom and all four of us pissed all over each other. The smell of piss is erotic to me. It always bones me up big time. We spent the next several hours in a sweaty pile of sweat, cum, and piss stench sucking, fucking, kissing, and rimming each other. The faint taste of piss remained on our bodies, an added bonus on our tongues when sucking and rimming each other. My focus was now on Ian. I made sure to dump two loads of my poz seed in his cunt, hoping he would soon convert and then infect Brian. By 11 pm we each took a load of cum and fed each other our piss. Exhausted, we all drifted off to sleep in a tangle of flesh on the bed. Ian woke around midnight, and the two of us slipped out of bed to the sofa. I bent him over and pounded his ass in a poz verbal exchange before loading his cum-filled hole with more of my demon seed. My cock slipped from his hole and globs of cum dripped from his cunt. “One for the road,” he said laughing. I told him Zak would be arriving early in the morning if he wanted to get loaded up with more poz cum. He kissed me goodbye and thanked me….said he would see me in the morning, then left. I crawled back into bed and curled up with Jonathan and Coty. I woke early in the morning to Zak slipping into bed with Jonathan, Coty and I as he curled up with me. “Morning, babe. I can tell you had a hot night. You smell like cum and piss…..yum.” “Yeah, we did have a hot night. I loaded Ian with 2 more loads of poz cum too. He wants more from us today.” Coty rolled over in bed. His morning wood flopped against his abdomen. “Holy fuck, that monster seems even bigger today.” Zak crawled over to Coty and slipped his hard shaft into his mouth. Coty woke and shoved his cock to the back of Zak’s throat. “Hi Zak. I’m happy to see you,” Coty said as he stretched. Zak pulled Coty’s cock from his mouth. “I can tell,” he said, then licked Coty’s hard shaft. “Better be careful playing with that or you’ll be drinking my morning piss.” Zak slipped just the head of Coty’s cock into his mouth and sucked at his piss hole. “I’m warning you,” Coty said. By now Jonathan woke too with his own morning wood. Zak continued to tease Coty’s cock with his tongue. “Ok…..here you go,” he said. Coty pissed down Zak’s throat and Zak drank every drop. Jonathan batted his eyebrows at Zak and stood his cock straight up. Zak slid over to Jonathan and slipped his shaft down his throat. Zak held the head of Jonathan’s cock in his mouth, and Jonathan let go with a full stream of piss down his throat. Zak gulped down Jonathan’s piss then pulled his jeans off and stroked his boned up cock. “Fucking yum,” he said then rolled Jonathan onto his belly and buried his tongue in Jonathan’s cum filled hole. “Oh fuck, you guys….so fucking sweet,” he said lapping up cum from Jonathan’s cunt. Zak pulled Jonathan to his knees. Cum dripped from his hole, and Zak slammed his cock into Jonathan’s gooey cunt. With each thrust into Jonathan, cum slurped around Zak’s shaft and dripped onto the bed. Coty spread his ass cheeks, and Zak buried his fingers into Coty’s cunt. His fingers were immediately drenched with cum and ass juice, and he licked them clean while plowing his cock into Jonathan. “Oh fuck…..you’re getting my first toxic load right fucking now.” Zak’s cock throbbed and spewed his dirty seed into the cummy mix in Jonathan’s ass. Still rock hard he slid his cock from Jonathan’s hole and pulled Coty like a slab of meat to his cock. He pressed the head of his shaft to Coty’s cunt and plowed in. His cock bottomed out in Coty’s slick hole with ease. “Fuckin A, your cum filled holes feel so fucking incredible on my cock.” He pounded his cock into Coty and fingered Jonathan’s sloppy ass. He again lapped up the cum from his fingers, pushing him to the edge once again. “Fuck…..you ready for my poz load, cause you’re about to get it?” “Fuck yes….poz me up.” Zak plowed his cock in Coty, “Take my toxic seed you pig.” Zak fired off his poz cum in Coty’s cunt then buried his tongue in his ass, again tasting the mix of cum in Coty’s cunt. While Zak was fucking the guys Ian was texting me. “Morning Zeek.” “Hey Ian.” “Last night was so hot.” “Zak is here. When are you coming over? We need to breed you again.” “I’ll be there in about an hour….just got up. I’m feeling a little off this morning.” “Off?” “Just don’t feel quite right. I was too hot last night. Sweating bullets….couldn’t sleep.” “Converting???” “Not sure. Either way I’m horny as hell for your cum.” Awesome….cum get our loads. Seal the deal.” Ian showed up around 10:30. We all grabbed a late breakfast/ early lunch since we planned on fucking for several hours. Zak and I lined up the guys on the edge of the bed and took turns fucking our 3 hot chasers. Their holes were still sloppy, and slurped and drooled our toxic seed as we repeatedly plowed into their asses. By mid-afternoon each received another toxic load and all were soaked with piss to add to their strong stench. Zak slipped a butt plug into Jonathan and Coty. “We need to keep that seed in your holes guys. Let your bodies take in our dirty cum.” Zak then buried his tongue into Ian’s cunt and plowed his hungry hole to give him one more seeding. By the time he injected Ian with another dose of venomous cum Ian was looking quite rough around the edges. He rolled over on the bed with cum leaking from his ass. He shivered with chills and felt feverish to the touch. A wave of nausea hit and he dashed to the toilet to heave his guts out then curled up next to the porcelain God. I sat on the bathroom floor at Ian’s side, and he rested his head on a pillow on my lap. I checked Ian’s temperature….. 101.8. The guys stood in the bathroom doorway stroking their hard shafts. “I think you’re converting Ian. This looks like the ‘fuck flu’ to me,” I said. Coty burst out, “Fuck, way to go, Ian.” Ian’s cock throbbed fully erect. “This is fucking weird. I feel horrible yet I’m all turned on.” I chuckled, “I was the same way.” “You were?” “Yep, I was sick for about a week, but all boned up over it.” “Fuck.” “How about we get you to bed?” Ian nodded and we helped him to my bed. I reassured him, “Don’t worry. You’ll get through this. We’ll take care of you.” We spent the rest of the weekend shooting our dirty seed into Jonathan and Coty, and taking the last of their neg loads in our cunts. Opposite our poz fucking we checked on Ian, but let him rest as much as possible. Saturday night Brian was texting Ian. “What’s up, Ian? Haven’t heard from you all day.” “I’m sick in bed.” “I’m coming over.” “No. It’s just a bad flu bug. I don’t want you to catch it.” (He thought at least not yet anyway). (Ian’s cock boned up at the thought of pozzing Brian). “Are you sure? I don’t mind.” “Yes, I’m sure.” (Curious if Brian had any symptoms of gono, he text)…..”You feeling ok?” “I feel fine…..Hope you feel better…..I’ll check on you tomorrow.” “Good…..Thanks Brian.” Ian laid his phone on the nightstand and thought to himself…..maybe Brian slipped by without getting gono, but he soon would be taking charged cum. Ian spent the week in bed at my house. Brian called or text daily to see that he was okay, not knowing he was actually at his gifter’s home, lying in my bed seroconverting from my HIV virus. We split up time between Jonathan, Ian and myself to make sure Ian was doing okay and keeping up with fluids and the little bit of food he could eat. Opposite attending to Ian I continued to plant my virus in Jonathan and Coty, and like hungry vultures, they swapped loads and lapped up cum from their used cunts. I was definitely in the daddy role, but I still bent over for my boys to take their cocks, and got loaded up with their cum during the week too. By the weekend, Ian was a little weak but starting to feel better. He was jacking off all week knowing his cum was now fully charged to breed. Saturday he contacted Brian and set plans to get together that night to watch Netflix. If he had his way Brian would be taking his first dirty load of cum from Ian. The anticipation of his first charged breeding had Ian half boned up driving to Brian’s. They selected a movie from the thriller category, made some popcorn and cuddled up on the sofa together. Ian could hardly concentrate on the movie. He lounged in Brian’s arms with his head resting on Brian’s shoulder. Going commando felt more erotic to Ian, especially on this night. His cock strained against his jeans rock hard. He caressed Brian’s thigh and intentionally brushed against his cock several times. Brian’s shaft stiffened and throbbed. Ian grasped Brian’s hard cock and unzipped his jeans. He pulled Brian’s meat out then stood before him and stripped naked. Ian’s juices were already flowing, and charged precum dripped from the head of his hard shaft. Ian’s cock bounces with excitement. “I want to breed your ass again,” he said. Brian said nothing. He stood up, stripped naked, and dropped to his knees before Ian. He extended his tongue to the drop of precum dangling from Ian’s cock getting his first taste of Ian’s poison. He then slid the full length of Ian’s venomous snake down his throat and sucked his cock. Ian thrust his hips forward extending his cock deeper into Brian’s mouth. Ian tilted his head back and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “Fuck yes,” he sighed and exhaled slowly. Ian pulled Brian to his feet and ebraced him in a passionate kiss. He caressed Brian’s back running his hand down to Brian’s firm ass. He grasped Brian’s butt cheek and stroked his fingers up Brian’s ass crack massaging around his hole. Brian stepped back from Ian, squat on the sofa on his knees and arched his back. His ass cheeks spread, and his cunt begged for Ian’s cock. “Fuck me…..fuck me bare,” Brian begged. “I want your cum in me.” “I’m going to breed your hole,” Ian said (thinking to himself…..and infect you with my poz cum). Ian licked around Brian’s cunt then worked his tongue deep inside. His cock throbbed against his grip as he stroked his toxic meat, smearing his precum along his shaft. He stood behind Brian with the head of his cock just inches from Brian’s cunt. He gazed at Brian’s neg hole then looked at his poz cock. His pole again bounced as his muscles flexed down his shaft. Precum dripped from his cock head onto Brian’s cunt. Ian spit into his hand and worked his fingers into Brian’s hole then like a ravenous predator he grabbed Brian by the hips and thrust his cock into Brian’s neg cunt. Brian screamed in pain and clenched onto the sofa. “Fuckin A that hurt,” he yelled. “Take it easy.” “Sorry,” Ian said. “Guess I got carried away looking at that sweet hole.” (Ian thought to himself: That should tear you open for my virus). Brian’s tight grip on the sofa relaxed as the burning pain deep in his ass subsided. Ian withdrew the full length of his cock, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an evil grin. A tinge of red blood streaked down his shaft. He slowly watched each inch of his poz shaft slide back into Brian’s cunt before repeatedly pounding his stiff cock deep inside. “Oh, fuck, yes,” Brian mumbled. “Fuck you feel good in me.” “I want to shoot my load in you. Give you all my cum.” Ian Buried his cock all the way into Brian’s hole then pulled Brian’s hips tight to his body and ground his meat deeper inside. “Fuck…..I’m leaking all my juices in you. You’re getting your cunt filled with my cum soon. Want it?” “Fuck, yes…..give me your cum.” “Are you sure you want it?” “Yes. I want it all.” “Oh, fuck…. I’m getting close.” Ian pounded harder and faster into Brian. His cock thickened and his taboo thoughts pushed him to the edge. “Oh FFFUUUCCCKKK,” he burst out and Ian’s toxic cock spewed its venom from his piss hole. His cock continued to throb and fire off more demon seed. Ian continued to pump Brian’s cunt to sew his seed into his gut. (He thought to himself as his cock erupted: Take my DNA….Feel my HIV in your body forever). Ian pulled his shaft from Brian’s ass. A small glob of toxic cum dripped off the lip of Brian’s cunt, and Ian’s cock throbbed at the sight. Brian flipped onto his back and eagerly slammed two fingers into his cunt as he stroked his hard dick. He pulled his cum sloppy fingers from his hole and buried them in his mouth as his cock stiffened and shot off his load all over his chest and face. “Fuck that was hot,” they both said at the same time. “Jinx,” Brian said and nudged Ian in the arm with a chuckle. Ian said, “Fuck, I have to piss….want it?” Brian panted, “Let me catch my breath first.” Ian grabbed his phone and called out as he raced off to the bathroom, “Then I’m dumping this one down the toilet.” While in the bathroom Ian sent a text to Coty, “Brian’s poz load count: 1……<EG>.” While Ian was taking a piss Brian sprawled out on the couch with his hands behind his head and let out a pleasurable sigh as he closed his eyes. Little did he know Ian’s cum he held in his gut was laced with HIV. The following week Ian pumped another 3 poz loads into Brian’s hole. He soaked Brian with his piss twice and even emptied a full bladder of urine down Brian’s throat. Ian even took Brian’s load in his cunt and fed it back to Brian. Maybe Brian was more of a pig than I expected. Friday night I took time for Zak and me and drove to Chicago to spend the weekend with him and his daddy, Charles. We spent the weekend at the Chicago Museum of Science and Industry and recharging each other’s holes. Little did I know that all hell was breaking loose back home. Ian bred Brian’s hole with another load of his toxic seed Saturday night. He again ran off to the bathroom to send a text to Coty, “Brian’s poz load count:….. 5.” Brian’s phone lit up with a message from Ian. He expected it to be a goofy text. He swiped his phone, opened the text, and was immediately stunned. It read: “Brian’s poz load count:….. 5.” Brian froze. His jaw dropped, and his heart sank. “What the fuck??!!” he yelled out loud. Ian didn’t realize he mistakenly sent the text to Brian instead of Coty. He returned to the kitchen to find Brian staring at his phone in shock. Brian held the phone out toward Ian, “Is this some kind of sick joke?” Ian read the text message. His eyes widened realizing the enormity of his mistake. “Uh…..I’m sorry…….I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” “Find out this way,” he angrily asked? “Then it’s true? You’re HIV positive?!! You’ve been fucking me bareback!! And you’re sorry?” Ian tried to explain. “I tried to resist this turn on, but I couldn’t any longer.” “What some turn on for poz guys?” “I hoped to bring out your pig side, that maybe you would have the same turn on.” “Hoped I’d have the same turn on? You didn’t give me a choice did you?” “I’m sorry…..I love you, Brian.” “Don’t even……,” he yelled!! He grabbed Ian by the arm and shoved him toward the door. Ian fell to the floor. “Just get the fuck out,” he yelled!! Ian grabbed his things and the door closed behind him. He stood on the front porch and sobbed. Brian stood at the kitchen cupboard trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Tears rolled down his cheeks. “FFFUUUCCCKKK,” he yelled!!! He grasped the glass next to him on the countertop and threw it across the room smashing it on the wall.

I'd taken to jogging after work only recently. Despite what usually happens in college, I'd lived a relatively healthy lifestyle. I played basketball, did a bit of swimming and didn't really party too much like a lot of my friends did. My main vice was that I guess I used my allure as a sportsman to sleep with plenty of girls. Now those days were well behind me I was doing my best to get back to a shape where I'd get some attention again. I got home and quickly ate some of the leftovers in the fridge and got into my running gear. I'd gotten bored running the same way each night so I thought I'd try another park in town. I wasn't sure whether the leftovers had been left for too long or I'd started running too quickly afterwards but it didn't take too long before I needed to start looking for a toilet block. Eventually I found one in a tucked away corner of the park. It wasn't in the best condition and the area looked a bit sketchy but I wasn't really in a position to try anywhere else. The immense sense of relief as I sat in the cubicle changed when I heard a heap of male voices entering the block. Perhaps it was a tour group or a sports team or something on a bus trip home? I heard them greeting and introducing each other, what were they doing? Shortly after, I heard muttering of "Get those clothes off", the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, the gate being slammed shut and locked and my blood froze. A gay orgy was about to happen! How was I going to get out of this? I sat there scared out of my wits as voices came closer to my cubicle, and then I heard one of them. "Shit, there's someone in here!" "Fuck," I thought to myself. "Looks like we've got someone crashing our party. It's OK, you can come out. We won't bite....hard" I wiped my ass, pulled my shorts up, took a deep breath and left the cubicle. All I could see were naked male bodies, something like 10-15 of them, all over each other and all different ages & races. "God, what a fucking hottie. And a great new addition to the group." one of the guys said as he looked across at me. "Sorry guys, you don't understand. I'm straight....I'm here by accident." "Nobody's here at this time of night by accident." said one of the guys as he walked over towards me, naked and hard. I gulped nervously. "Looks like we've got a swallower!" he said to the others. Some looked over at me while the rest were more than happy keeping each other amused. A couple of the other guys stood up and walked over. "Everyone in here has to join the party" "But I don't want to..." "Like he said," said the other guy. "You don't have a choice" and they each grabbed one of my arms and pushed me to my knees. "Open your mouth" ordered the first guy that saw me. "No way!" I replied before getting a slap across the face. "You'll do exactly what we say if you want to get out of here in one piece." My wallet was removed from my shorts. "And if you tell anyone, we'll make your life hell" In a complete state of shock I opened my mouth and almost immediately the main guy's cock hit the back of my throat. I could barely breathe as I was choking on his cock and his groin pressed against my face. I had no chance to protect myself as both my arms were held. 'He's a natural," I heard him say as the other two laughed. I felt strong hands at my legs, lifting me up so that I was horizontal with the ground. When I tried to kick out, the guy facefucking me pushed hard into me, "What did I tell you about funny business?" I felt my shorts being taken off. "What a great ass he's got too" I heard one say. "I can't wait to get a piece of it." I'd never been so scared as I felt hands pawing at my ass. "You guys are so good, the four of you are like a fuckbench" and I was being held in midair, spreadeagled. The unmistakenly behind me and between my legs. "Looks like a great virgin pussy" and I felt the cold shock of lube on my ass. The only hope I had was that he had a condom on. As if reading my thoughts, the guy facefucking me said "And we only play raw too." I squirmed in the four guys' arms and was reprimanded once more. "Just ride it out bitch til we've had our fun." I felt a cockhead pressing against my ass and before I knew it, he was buried deep inside me. I gasped in shock which allowed the guy in front to push his cock further down my throat and I choked a bit. "I love it when a guy gags" That in turn must've put pressure on my ass muscles as the guy fucking me shot his load inside me within seconds. "God Bill, cumming too early again. Get him to clean it off while I get a piece of that" said the guy facefucking me. Bill pulled out and they swapped over. The guy that'd taken my throat was now about to take my ass. As Bill pulled out I felt cum dribble out of my ass and onto the floor. I felt someone positioning themselves beneath me, a skinny ill-looking guy who wouldn't have been much more than 20. "Can't let all of that beautiful cum go to waste" he said. "You're such a slut Chris", the guy ploughing my ass said. "haha, true Bruce. But unwilling sluts are so much more fun." and then he started to work my cock. Despite my best efforts and the shock I was feeling, Chris was so good my cock grew quickly in his mouth. It must've turned a lot of the guys on as I could feel cum splattering onto my back. To be honest, I had no idea what was happening. I was going through the horror of being gang raped yet also receiving the best blowjob I'd ever had. It didn't take long before I was cumming deep down Chris' throat and Bruce shot inside me shortly after. I'd taken two loads inside me and no idea how many had been shot over me. I had a sense there was plenty more to come. My hopes were raised when I was placed on the ground but they were dashed quickly when wrist ties were placed on me and I was dragged to one of the cubicles. As I looked down at myself I was shocked but not totally surprised given the treatment I'd received to see a little bit of blood running down my leg. Same for all virgins I guess. My arms were tied to the cistern and a leg tied to each side of the stall with my ass facing the door, open for all to take advantage of. I honestly lost count of the number of guys that took my ass while I was in that position. I'd become pretty deadened to the whole experience. I'd feel a pair of my hands at my hips, a cock slipping inside and they'd pound away inside me until I felt them shoot. I didn't want to turn around but I could tell from the sounds that guys were having their cocks sucked so they were ready to go once it was their turn. I'd effectively become a cumdump. I guess this had gone on for an hour or two before they decided they wanted me in a new position. I'd given up fighting by this stage and so offered little resistance when they pushed me onto the dirty floor on my back and tied my arms and legs wide in an extreme X position. Most of the time I was tagteamed while I was in that position, one guy fucking my ass and the other my throat. I took load after load down my throat, in my ass and on my body as some of the guys jerked off or pissed on me as they watched. Banging on the locked door woke me from my trance. "Big Jake must be here" one of the guys said. It didn't worry me too much, I'd been through so much already, what else could be done to me? And then I saw Big Jake. Jake was a massive black guy, easily 6ft7 and probably 300 pounds, all muscle. He took his shirt off but all I could see was the rapidly growing monster cock in his shorts, it had to be 13 inches. "Is this a new guy?" he asked. "Nah, some guy who pretended to be just passing" Bruce replied. "Has he been inducted?" "Should be, but you'll make sure of it." Bruce then turned to me. "From memory we're all poz, but Big Jake has the most toxic seed of all of us. If you weren't poz before you DEFINITELY will be once he's through with you." He lay on top of me and his massive, rock hard cock probed my hole and, given the battering it had taken through the night, he entered me pretty easily despite his incredible size. I could feel his cock pounding my prostate and I found myself grunting in time. "God I love straight pussy," Jake whispered in my ear. "And it's even better when I'm pozzing it." As I felt his cock thickening inside me I came heavily, my whole body shuddering underneath him. His load shortly joined the numerous ones I'd taken through the night and with that I finally passed out. I came to about four hours later, being shaken by a groundsman from the park. "Come on faggot, you've had your sleep. Time to go home." "I'm not a faggot..." "That's not what your chest says. Now get up, put your clothes on and go home." I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. Someone had written "POZ FAG" on my chest in permanent marker. I pulled my top back on, gingerly pulled my shorts over my aching and filled ass and made my way home, my life changed permanently.

Traded for Drugs His parents split up when Loan was only 15. His mother remarried Couple years later and headed off on a month long honeymoon with her new husband who was a wealthy business owner. Logan, now a senior I high school was left on his own since his mother felt he could manage for that time. He went to school and worked out in the week equipped fitness room at their new home I his step father's house. Logan was surprised to get a call from his father, whom he bent heard from I nearly two years when his mother through him out. Logan's father had become addicted to drugs (meth, heroin, ecstasy). With all that had happened, Logan still loved his father and missed him in his life. Logan had no reservations when his fatter asked to meet him. His father wanted to let him know his side of the story between him and his mother. His father swore that he was now clean and sober and had been for months. It was time to make amends, one of the twelve steps. Logan headed out to meet his father where hesitation. He pulled up to a out of the way bar, parked and headed inside. He father was sitting I the back corner and waved to Logan. Logan walked over and joined his father. As Logan walked across the bar the bar ender asked if Logan wanted something to drink. He said yes, a Coke would be fine. Logan sat down as the bartender bought his drink over giving Logan's father a wink. Logan's father began to go on about how wrong he was and that he hoped that some say Logan would forgive him for what he had to do. Logan was a little puzzled with his father's choice in words, he wasn't asking for forgiveness for what he had done, but what he had to do. As Logan sat there puzzled he began to feel strange, he felt like the room was spinning until he passed out. .The bartender commented that Logan should be out could for at least 12 hours. They carried Logan out to his car, put him in the trunk and his father drive off. Logan pulled up to an old house where he pulled into the driveway and into the garage to hide Logan's car. He went inside and was immediately greeted by his dealer. The dealer asked if he had the money he was owed. Logan's father said the be did one better. He gave his dealer the keys to Logan's car and house. He told his dealer that the boy was in the trunk. His dealer had some friend who needed a his boy to rent out and Logan was perfect for their use. He have the boy shipped to Mexico for his friend and with the car and house contents that more than settled what he owed.

Just for today, just for the holiday: It's not hard, he thinks, seducing these neg only safe-sex only clean cut types. Just lie to them. Tell them what they want to hear, say, "Yes, I'm clean and disease free" (Technically HIV is not a disease, it's a virus). Smile in your pictures a little mysteriously and nod at all the right moments, "Yes, I always practice safe-sex" (What does that mean anyway...like if we don't end up knifed to death...that's safe sex right...?). Start in quick but subtle with the ever tried and true, "So what kind of porn do you like? I love XXX and ZZZ" (bareback only studios that are poz-friendly). "Yeah, they're awesome..." "Yeah, bareback is the best." "Yeah..." They're mine...all the time. It's so easy to invite them over and have them look and stare and think, "He's so nice," and smile broad and say, "Come inside, the bedroom is this way," Leading them easily over and over again, into the bedroom, "Make yourself comfortable and take off your clothes." Casually do the same, and look at the monitors playing porn then say, "So what kind of guys do you like." Do the my type and your type game for a bit and then just nod slightly and kick back in bed and led the clumsy foreplay begin. Let them trip over themselves over and over again as they try to impress you and just keep glancing back and forth to the screens of porn and then chuckle aloud and say, "I've got something for you to try." Reach to the side of your bed and pull out that glass pipe and a micro torch and smile as you heat the pipe just so and then hit it just right, watch their eyes grow big and they never say anything contrary. Exhale a perfect white cloud of that fucking fantastic smoke and then pass them the pipe and say, "Here, hold it in your mouth like this," as you position the pipe in their mouth, and finally say, "I'll light it for you, just inhale when I say so." They barely nod but you can sense their excitement bleeding into the air. Heat the pipe again and then when that white smoke starts to rise to the top, say, "Hit it." Always "hit it" because that sets them up to fall so far down they won't ever hit the ground. And then ya just let the white smoke do its magic. Pretty soon Mr. I'm Safe Sex Only guy is on his back with his eyes dilated with fuck-lust saying, "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!" And it's hot because he's so straight-arrow clean-cut nicely dressed jock guy...with an ass so wet you can stick your raw cock in it at any moment. So you do while you hit the pipe and let him watch you in awe as you take the hit and slide into him and fuck him hit after hit. You fuck him doggy and sitting so that he can take some hits as well...you are after all, generous to a fault. It's so natural to just ask him, "You want me to knock you up? You want me to poz you?" It's so natural for him to say, "Yes. Breed me. Please breed me." So you do, and you smile as his pupils dilate and he smiles feeling your toxic seed spraying inside him and you both gasp and then you smile when he reaches for the pipe and asks you to help light the pipe. "Of course," you say. What else would an incubus do?

Got two anon loads at bookstore tonight, but oops forgot to ask HIV status

i used to be collared and had a fuck machine going into me all night while i was in a sling. the best thing about it is it keeps going even after you fall asleep

Short but sweet - is this short Twitter video what you mean?

I've got a photo of mine in my photos on here.

Part 2. "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" I knew that struggling would only make the pain worse, but I couldn't help it. It felt like Antoine was shoving a red hot poker up my ass, and I vainly tried to pull away, twisting and turning under his massive body. Worse, his hands were so big they covered my nose as well, making it almost impossible to breathe. "Stop!" I tried to yell, "I can't breathe!" but Antoine's enormous hands muffled my screams. With each breath, less and less air were reaching my lungs. The room began turning dark, and I started to panic, knowing that I was about to pass out. But then, the pain suddenly started to go away. Not only the pain, but the fear and the panic--everything started melting away, overpowered by the unbelievably warm, nerve-tingling sensation in my ass, which was getting stronger and stronger with every stroke of Antoine's cock. I could now feel every inch of his monster as it thrust in and out of my hole, and the sensation was more intense and pleasurable than I can describe. And with that, my body finally relaxed, I closed my eyes, and I stopped struggling. My screams died down and turned to moans of pleasure. I started thrusting my ass backwards to meet Antoine's strokes, welcoming him deeper into my body. He responded by releasing his hands and fucking me even harder, each brutal thrust hitting my windpipe and causing me to grunt. "There you go, little piggy, grunt for me!" he shouted, pulling the sock out of my mouth, "now that's what I'm talking about!" He started pummeling into me like a jackrabbit, pounding my ass with so much speed and power that pretty soon all I could hear was the sound of his balls slapping against my asscheeks. His eyes rolled back in his head, the veins in his neck started bulging, and his moans grew louder and louder--until he thrust into my ass with so much force that it knocked the wind out of me, lifted his head and roared like a wild animal. I could feel his engorged cock grow even bigger inside my ass, as he pumped load after load of ni#%a cum up my hole. "You're a nasty worthless little cunt!" he said as he was catching his breath, "but damn that's one hot fucking ass!" When he pulled his cock out, his warm, sticky cum started leaking out of my battered hole. Instinctively I reached down and scooped it up with my fingers and tasted it. Antoine laughed. "You like how I taste, baby?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I replied, and I meant it; his cum tasted like him--strong, powerful, and a bit dirty. When I started to lower my legs, his arms shot out and gripped my ankles. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said, "we're just getting started!" He turned to Omar, and said, "come and get it ni#%a, these holes now all open for business!" --- To be continued ---

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

Hey guys- long time since putting any blog up- but the week in PS has pushed me to report back for a few friends ( and any anon readers who happen by) I work for an airline, so my travel is conditional on a seat actually being empty for me to get on the flight. My flight out looked OK up until the day before I was to fly out- then suddenly the flight went into an oversell mode. My heart sunk and my ass knotted- I had car reservations, hotel reservations, and big plans ! Throw a severe, severe 2 hour thunderstorm the night before my flight- and the added fear the aircraft I would be standing by for might divert to some other city and maybe cancel- I was a wet, miserable wad by the time I got off work at 11p. I grabbed a few hours sleep, then returned to wait for the flight to board and hope someone wouldn't show up- and luck was with me-- I got a seat ! Hit Palm Springs before noon- my rental car was upgraded to a larger SUV, I hit a drug store on the way to the motel and got my room junk food/water- and by 1pm I was in my room and getting ready to head out and start cum collecting. I made a fast visit to the ToolShed bar, downed a cocktail, and then went to Helios- a guy had suggested it would be the busiest resort on a Tuesday. Turned out it was a senior event- most men were above 65, many were not very concerned about their fitness as much as the all u can eat buffet- but all were pleasant and social. I discovered the air conditioned play room, and after sucking a man off, I ended up in the sling getting a load fucked into my hole. After he pulled out, a 45-50 yr old latino began fingering my hole, and quickly had his fist worked into my hole. He fisted me for 20 min or so, then fucked his seed into me. He pulledout, and headed out the door- but one of the other guys stepped up and shoved right in and planted his load inside of a minute. I laid in the sling for a little longer, then did a walk around on the property. The guy who had fisted me smiled and nodded, so I went back to the sling and hopped in, and he rejoined me , fisting my hole for another 15 mins before pulling his hand out and leaving. The resort shoo's day guests out at 5p promptly, so I left, and made it an early evening Wed was my birthday;I had a goal of a load a year for 57 loads. I was up at 6 30a, went in to the shower and hosed out my ass, brushed my teeth, and was online hunting by 7a. One guy came over at 8a- he tried, but was unable to get or maintain a hard on , so after 20 minutes I thanked him and showed him out. Back online, a few guys wanted to do 20 email Q and A- after getting blunt and asking if they wanted to fuck or write, 1 guy said he could be over at 10a. (an hour from then) Sure- come on. Another wanted to come right now, so I said to , and in 20 minutes he arrived- only wanted a BJ, but then wanted to put a CL ad up and pimp my ass. Sure- OK.The 10a guy showed, and wanted to watch , I explained I was after his load, so he began fucking- he would get hard and then; just before nutting, would go limp and loose the edge. I let him try 4 times, but after 30 minutes, and with the BJ guy being pretty distracting, I called an end to the 2 of them ( by now 45 min tied up and only 1 oral load to show for it) . After they were out, I got on BBRT, put a notice up that I was hitting CCBC for the day, and got a bag of lube,towels and water together and went to the resort. Once in and settled, I made a walk around, then settled into a TV room that had a sling. 1 guy was getting pounded by a 40 something guy- they parted, and so did many of the guys who had been spectators. I was next to the sling, and slipped into it and made an obvious motion of lubing my ass. A guy came over with a hard cock, and shoved in, fucked me hard for 5 minutes and then shot into me. As he pulled out, a man who had been to my left took my hole, and thus began a 6 man back to back raw fuck a thon. I got out of the sling- the room was thinned out, and headed back on the nature walk. A guy who had been on a pool lounge next to me caught up and led me off the walk , bent me over, and fucked in 2 more loads- at one point a 2nd man joined us and I was directed to suck him off by my fucker. They both got what they wanted , and I went back and laid out by the pool for a bit. Antsy tho for more loads, I went back to the video area, and a short man with huge nips let me chew and pull on them-- I felt his hands and mentioned how nice his hands were, and how my hole would love to feel them- and we moved into the room with a sling and he proceeded to fist me. A man joined us, and he began fisting the nipple guy, as nip fisted me. After a bit, it was obvious that nip was very distracted by the fist in his hole- and could use the sling better than me- so I slipped off his hand and gave up the sling to them. As I was leaving that room, a man grabbed my cock and led me to the other room- where I had been gang bred earlier- and put me in the sling. He had a rock hard ( tri-mix) cock, and for the next hour he was in my hole as deep as he could pump, in as many angles and attack directions as he could muster. Guys came and watched and left, but he never came- just a hard slab of cock pounding away at my guts,until he was tired and late for dinner. After he left, I did the nature trail,lube and old cum dripping now and then out of my hole. < more to come -- but not sure how long I can write without getting trunked>

I guess I should mention, I’m a dealer, distributer, delinquent, deep dicking druggie. My suppliers are good, and my payment varies. When I first moved to this little Texas town, I was just happy to have my own place. Finally out of my parents place. Finally out on my own. Finally able to really pursue my entrepreneurial endeavors. I started selling when I was 15, and over the course of 4 years I’d built good solid professional relationships with the worst types of people. I knew how to run them from city to city, hide them, and just my luck I had such an innocent face, I’d never been busted for anything. Now in this do nothing town I could really be the king of my own area. But this story isn’t about how I became big, or how I dropped out of college but kept my apt only blocks away from campus. This story isn’t about having the best X, T, MJ for miles and how I sold it cheap to all the college boys and girls. This story isn’t about how I found out I was gay, or my first string of gay hook ups. This story isn’t even about how I got pozzed from all the bareback fucking I was doing. No. This story is about Leo. Leo the black haired, dark eyed. 5’9, 195 lbs, 22 year old, natural, muscle jock with an emo/skater self grown self-hatred of how much he wanted big dick up his ass. My God, If I believed in God, I would have said he was Him and worshiped that muscle ass till my dick fell off and then some. How can you describe perfection seriously? The guy looked like he walked off a porno shoot, with a face so sad and mopey that he practically begged to be used. He was huge, and hot, and the moment Jesse, my regular customer, a lil amature tweeker walked in with this hunk shuffling silently behind him. My jaw hit the floor so fast I got a nose bleed. No joke, my nose started bleeding, and sure maybe it was from the line of coke I had a few hours before, but I’d never over done myself before, I was always in control, and seeing him was a whole other story. Mind blown. I regained my composure quickly and tossed away the shirt I wearing as I used it to wipe the drops from my upper lip. I smiled to myself as it was their turn for their jaws to drop. What can I say, I was hot too. Just not Leo hot. I guess I should also let you know that about me. My grindr profile says 5’11 160 Latino Muscular single Jock Tribe. I was toned and slim with good rounded muscles in all the right place just proportionate to my lean frame. Tall, lankey, muscley and just slight peach fuzz of hair in all the right places. I was 27 and could pass for 23 and my swimmer/runner/biker jock frame, yes druggies can also be athletes, have you never heard of Lance Armstrong?, made even the straight boys think twice about their sexuality. You can verify it with some of my straight customers. I made a point to play off my nose bleed as just me taking off my shirt and it seemed like it worked just enough, or maybe the two boys were just taken aback by my sudden strip show, either way, They were fresh out the gym and I was ready to give Leo a whole different type of workout. “Hey sorry about Leo, he just tagged along but he’s cool” Jesse spoke up . It was also the first time I learned Leo’s name. Jesse was a slim tall boy with no muscle, me at 18, with a nice firm bubble butt, not me at 18, and the face of cute little puppy dog, and I still got mine, and yes, I’ve fucked his hole since his freshman year, put so much toxic jizz up his little pussy, made hims scream in high heaven pleasure and pain, turned him into a total cum dump, and helped him through all his latent daddy issues. Basically, the boy be my bitch. He’s working on his master’s in psychology and I could tell he’d been working out, which was the whole reason I invited him over. I wanted to try out the updates on his goodies. From the look of his whining face, I could tell he was kind of hoping the exact same thing, but Leo ironically enough cock blocked us both for totally different reasons. I had Jesse’s bag of MJ all ready to go, and handed it to him with a shrug, and nod at Leo. He nodded back, and unconsciously an evil little smirk crossed my mind. “Gay, Straight, Bi, or you don’t know.” I asked bluntly. I couldn’t remember if the drugs turned off my filter or this was just my natural persona. Leo was taken aback and blinked so fast you’d have thought I slapped him. My evil grin turned into a smile. “Fuck you.” He said and a stupid smile broke out across his face. I smiled back, so I’ll take that as gay gay gay, I thought. “I don’t have any money…” Jesse broke in. Honestly, I had kind of forgotten he was even there. “You know what that means.” I replied moving my eyes slowly back to him from Leo. Jesse broke out in a little giggle and Leo looked at him awkwardly. “You smoke?” I asked him. “Yeah…” He replied knowing that there was something missing in the conversation. Just not knowing that is was my dick up his cunt. “Well lets smoke. Shut the fucking door” I said bluntly again. Jesse instinctively walked to the living room sat on the couch and start rolling up papers. Leo and I looked at each other for a while. I picked up my joint, lit it, inhaled and passed it to him. He took it and did the same. Jesse was right, he was cool. I waved him to living room sitting in a large chair while he took a seat on the couch between Jesse and me. He took another puff of the joint and passed it back to me right before breaking out coughing. I smiled more. As the joint ran out, I lit up a bowl of Jesse’s still unpaid for bag, and passed it around, letting my lips lick around the tip of the pipe as Leo passed it to me, trying to taste his lips off the pipe itself. The high was setting in I could see Leo’s face smiling idiotically and Jesse was in his own little world, looking hungry and begging. I guess now was as good a time as any. I patted my hand on my crotch and Jesse crawled off the couch slowly eyes half open n red and began rubbing his face in my sweat pants mouth open and drooling. I looked up and saw Leo staring while high little Jesse was trying to suck my dick out of my pants. His mouth was open eyes fixed on what he was seeing. Jesse was moaning and drooling a nice wet stain around my cock till finally I push my pants down and let my fat dick slap him in the face. I was only 7 maybe 7.5 inches but the thickness is what got guys. I couldn’t tell you how many inches around it was, but just hold a beer can, its thicker than that without question. My eyes were fixed on Leo as he was fixed on my cock. His eyes were wide, as so many other guys found out before him, my dick was not one to be sucked. My cock was for opening up sweet boy holes. Jesse drooled and licked and stuffed his face, till he looked up and saw me looking at Leo and Leo looking at him. Jesse switched gears and crawled to Leo, He unbuttoned Leo’s pants, and then it was my turn to be surprised. He was sporting a beautiful 8 inch buttfucking pole. Jesse nearly squealed with delight as he swallowed Leo whole causing Leo’s head to fall back and a soft moan escaped his lips. My cock began to drip as I stroked watching Leo receive Jesse’s amazing head. Jesse drooled and slobbered and moaned over and over sucking in Leo’s cock as if he was trying to use it to breath. Leo’s hips began to buck into Jesse’s throat as he was losing control to pleasure and high. His eyes shut as his bucking was getting rougher and rougher then suddenly he opened his eyes and looked directly at me stroking my dick. “I’m gonnacum!” he announced looking right at me. “Cum.” I said softly returning his stare and without breaking eye contact, he shuddered shivered and filled Jesse’s mouth with cum. I nearly came myself. Jesse had just pulled off his cock, when Leo stood up, pulled his gym short up, adjusted himself and made for the door. “I got to go” he said, and without waiting for a response he left. I looked at Jesse who looked just as confused as I was, but I was also pissed. I walked to door locked it and looked at Jesse, “Bedroom. Now.” I said and he crawled to the room, tossing clothes off as he went. When he reached the bed he bent over the side and with out a word, I spit in my hand and shoved my unlubed cock at his hole. He screamed, “DADDY! SLOWLY PLZ!” “FUCK THAT!” I responded. I was pissed, at Leo, at myself. “Fuck slowly!” I pushed my cock at his hole again, it began to open. The familiar hole knew what was coming and was trying to catch up. I pulled out spit on his hole, onmy cock head and pushed again. This time Jesse’s twink hole gripped my cock and he screamed again. I began to shove my cock into the warmth of his ass shoving open the walls of his ass as he screamed into the sheets biting them grabbing ahead trying to pull his body off the side of the bed away from me. I pulled back a bit and saw red on my cock. Fuck it. I thought I spit down where my cock lay on his hole and shoved again not stopping for his screaming for his hole till my balls reached his ass. Usually Jesse was much higher when I abused him like this. And his hole had already had my cock at least once that hour. I just wasn’t in the mood today. I gripped his hips and slammed his hole again and again while he screamed and tried to run. After what felt like only a few minutes to me, I pulled out and could see my cock was covered with pink and redcream. As I flipped him over his eyes were tear streaked. “You want lube.” I asked grabbing the T laced lube. He nodded vigorously while sucking in the tears. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked He shook his head vigorously now and opened his legs and ass. I couldn’t help but lean in a kiss him. Despite it all, he still loved it. As my tongue pushed into his mouth, I pushed 3 fingers and a large glob of laced lube in his hole. He let out a dull but strong noise into my mouth on my tongue as I worked the lube and the fingers in on him, and I kept my mouth on him while I applied a second serving, and by the end of it his moaning softened head rolled back and I pushed my cock back into him. He gasped and moaned, “ Ohhhhhhhhddaaaady.” I fucked him steadly popping his hole again and again, and all he could do was repeat his mantra, “Ohhhhhhhhdaddy” I couldn’t cum. All I could think about was Leo. I smoked and fucked Jesse’s hole all afternoon, night into the next morning till I couldn’t stand it anymore. Jesse’s hole was a gaping train station that could park a ford focus and by the end of it I still couldn’t cum. Jesse lay now on the floor breathing, and had stopped making sounds shortly after 3am. It was noon now and he just lay there. Slowly his legs came down as I left to kitchen and when I came back he was still laying there. I lit up a joint and told him I was going to the gym. I called a buddy of mine to come to the house and watch him while I was out. I came back a little after 5, and heard sex noises going on when I got to my front door. My buddy and another mutual friend of ours were in the middle of plowing Jesse from both ends, when my friend looked up I couldn’t help but notice he looked bored. “What the fuck you do to this guy.” He asked, “His hole is a fucking cave.” I couldn’t help but smile, “Same thing I’ll do to you if you don’t get the fuck out of my house. Take him too” The dressed up and helped carry Jesse out of my house. I wish I could say this was the first time this had happened, but Jesse was a tweaker at heart, and trips to my house usually ended this way for him. I’m sure I’d see him again in a month or two...then after a moment remembering the night before, maybe three.

I can't take credit for this, found it on nifty.org and I wanted to share. From: john bottom <slamme76@hotmail.com> Subject: Breaking and Entering His Ass (Part1) So this is one scene I had in mind. I wrote it out like a short story. You're the homeowner and I'm the intruder. It was night and some guy broke into another guy's house. It was a nice house. New. The intruder was very proud of his breaking and entering abilities. He was walking around like he owned the place. After strolling through the house he was shocked to hear a voice: "Don't move an inch." It was the homeowner and he had the intruder cornered with a baseball bat. He held the bat ready to swing and the intruder knew that the homeowner could at least knock him out if he wanted to. But the homeowner was in control and he could sense the intruder's fear. "What the fuck are you doing in my house? Who the fuck are you?" The intruder was scared, apologetic and begging. "Please, just let me go. I'm begging you. Don't hit me, please, just let me go." The homeowner could tell the intruder was really scared. The homeowner knew, dressed like he was -- black leather pants, cut off t-shirt, boots -- that he looked intimidating. The homeowner took a long look at the intruder and finally told him to take his clothes off. "Hey, I'm not into that..." the intruder said, at which time the homeowner raised the bat up. "It's take your clothes, take a beating or I call the cops. Which is it?" The intruder was cornered. He didn't want to end up in jail because he would become some black man's prison bitch and he didn't want to take a beating, so he figured, "I'll take my clothes off, this guy will jack himself off and then I'll be on my way." So the intruder took his clothes off. He was tall, slender, blond, muscular and smooth. It looked like he shaved his legs. He stood there naked while the homeowner admired his body. The intruder could feel the homeowner's eyes caressing his smooth skin. He could feel a draft between his legs, around his balls and his ass cheeks. He was very aware of being naked. The homeowner told him to turn around at which time he handcuffed the intruder's hands behind his back. This surprised the intruder and he wanted to turn around and say something but the act of taking his clothes off and having his hands handcuffed began to make him hard and he didn't want to call attention to himself -- have the homeowner spin him around and see his hardening shaved-like-a-boy cock pointing out. So he didn't say a thing. The homeowner pushed the intruder face first against the wall and spread his legs and started feeling the intruder up -- chest, legs, ass... but when he reached around to feel the intruder's cock he couldn't help but notice the intruder was totally hard. "I thought you said you weren't into this?" the homeowner said, to which the intruder had no reply, he just looked down embarrassed. The homeowner got close to the intruder and pulled his head back by the hair and whispered in his ear, "You're going to be my little prison bitch tonight. Don't do the crime if you can't do the time." He told the intruder to lay spread eagle on his stomach on the floor and not to move. The homeowner stomped out in his boots to the kitchen and the intruder thought about how everything had gone wrong and now he's going to be a prison bitch and how he wanted to avoid that to begin with... but he was turned on. His cock was hard and it felt good. He could feel it rubbing on the floor and pre-cum smearing onto the smooth wood surface. The idea of letting some strange man take ownership of his ass and mouth... he would never admit it to anyone, but it made his cock hard. His shaved asshole was sweating and he began to wonder if the homeowner noticed that it was shaved when he was feeling him up. He hoped not. Meanwhile, out in the kitchen, the homeowner found a barstool and began looking for a hypo he had left in a drawer there the night before. He had been partying and was still feeling the effects when he caught the intruder. He was thinking to himself, "Jackpot. This guy is pretty hot, he shaves his hole so you know regardless of what he says, he likes his boy pussy played with. I might have to teach him how to deep throat and loosen his hole up so I can go balls deep on his ass, but what a find! I can keep him for as long as I want. Maybe even take some pictures and threaten to post them on the Internet if he doesn't come back for regular sessions. Hey, that reminds me..." The homeowner found what he was looking for in the kitchen and returned to where he left the intruder with barstool in hand. He put something on the table in the room, tinkered with it and then moved over to where the intruder was. When he saw the intruder still spread eagle on the floor, he knew he had an obedient fuck boy. He told the slender naked handcuffed intruder to stand up and he did. He made him face the wall again and pulled the barstool under his ass and told him to step back and sit. He un-handcuffed one hand and cuffed the other to the lowest rung on the barstool. He told the intruder to raise his ass up and when he did the homeowner reached between the intruder's legs from behind and pulled his shaved plump cock and balls out so it was now hanging over the edge of the barstool backwards pointing straight down. When the intruder sat back down he was feeling very vulnerable. The position of his cock was forcing him to lean over and expose his shaved hole. He was worried that the angry homeowner would see his shaved pussy, figure out his secret and start pounding him right then and that was something his tight hole wasn't ready for. But the homeowner was one step ahead. With the hypo between his teeth, the homeowner grabbed the wrist of the intruder and held it up to the front. He wrapped a piece of surgical tubing around the top of the intruder's arm and located a vein. The intruder looked up and said, "No!" The homeowner looked at him angrily and told the intruder, "What's it going to be? The cops, the baseball bat or this? You decide." The intruder lowered his head. "You're going to love this," the homeowner said laughing. "You should be thanking me. This is good shit." The homeowner slipped the hypo into the intruder's vein, pulled back the plunger and in the dim light saw a little drop of blood in the hypo at which time he pushed the plunger all the way down continuing to hold the intruders arm up. The intruder felt a clicking sensation in his throat and then the meth hit. It went straight to his pussy and cock. He let out a pouty moan and slumped with his head between his legs and his ass hanging off the end of the barstool. He felt the blood pumping into his cock and his shaved hole begin to sweat. When the homeowner put a bandaid on his arm and let it go, the intruder couldn't help reaching behind with his now free hand and feeling his hardening cock, his ripe juicy balls and his sweaty shaved pussy hole. He didn't care anymore if the homeowner saw his hard shaved cock or his tight shaved hole. All he was thinking was having his ass and mouth filled. In just a few seconds he went from a tough-guy-burglar to a total pussy boy thinking only about cock and how to please it. The homeowner stood back and admired his handy work. He could see the intruder panting, stroking his now hard cock and occasionally fingering his tight shaved asshole. Now the homeowner's cock began to swell. He knew that for the next couple of hours the only thoughts going through the intruder's head would be primitive thoughts about craving and pleasing cock. He was the homeowner's sloppy fuck pig. The homeowner knew he could un-handcuff the intruder if he wanted and the intruder would go no where. He knew this was true. The intruder would just sit there bent over the barstool waiting for his master, wanting only to please the master's cock with his warm tight holes. The homeowner walked out of the room, confident that he could sit down, watch a ball game, drink a couple beers if he wanted and come back and find the intruder still waiting, bent over the barstool playing with his cock and his pussy hole. The homeowner walked back to the kitchen. There found a tub of Crisco and headed back to the room where he left the intruder. He re-handcuffed the intruder's wrist back to his other wrist and around the bottom rung of the barstool. The homeowner stuck his fingers into the tub of Crisco and slathered the intruder's smooth cock, balls and tight pussy. He stroked the intruder's cock downward and poked his index finger into the intruder's amazingly tight, clean ass. The intruder let out a pouty moan. The homeowner slipped two fingers in and began sliding them in and out of the hot slick boy pussy. The intruder moaned and the homeowner imagined how this tight boy hole would feel wrapped around the shaft of his beautiful cock and how it would feel when his balls began to slap the intruders balls when he decided the boy could handle his entire tool. "Yeah, you want something in there, don't you?" the homeowner said, referring to the intruder's ass. "What would feel good inside that tight little boy hole of yours? More fingers? Some cock? Yeah, boy. You're a natural at this. Look at you bent over. Look, you're hard. This is your calling boy. You were meant to be owned." The homeowner went on at length telling the intruder what he needed and the intruder was amazed at how right the homeowner was. Everything he said was true and he could only respond with a moaning "yessss." It was true and both the homeowner and the intruder knew it: some men were meant to service the needs of other men. Sometimes that meant fetching a beer and sometimes that meant massaging the master's cock with your hands, mouth or ass to make the master feel good. And sometimes that meant letting the master take over and own you and do whatever he wanted. The homeowner recognized it and the intruder understood it. The homeowner was taking ownership. The intruder was becoming his bitch. Completely hard, the homeowner got undressed next to the intruder. Mostly he kept his fingers in the intruder's hole while undressing, removing them only to unsnapped buttons and untie his boots. He got all his clothes off and put his boots back on and towered over the panting, sweating intruder. The homeowner's beautiful cock was hot and hard and his balls were full. The thought of essentially raping the intruder had made him that way. The homeowner liked the way the intruder's slick tight hole felt and occasionally he reached down and admired the intruder's plump balls and hard cock. He was even nice enough to stroke them for the intruder since the intruder couldn't do that handcuffed to the barstool. The homeowner stroked his own tool too, his hands still slick with Crisco. He walked around the front of the intruder, reached under his chin and raised his head up. He liked what he saw. "Such a nice face," he thought, and then opened the intruder's mouth with his thumb and slid his hot cock inside. The intruder tasted the salty pre-cum mixed with Crisco. He didn't mind the Crisco but he absolutely craved the pre-cum. It was the taste of cock and at that moment that was what he was all about. The homeowner pushed his cock halfway in and the intruder choked and gagged but the homeowner kept his cock in the intruder's hot wet mouth. "Deal with it! You can do this. I know you want to be a good cocksucker for your daddy because daddy likes his cock suck. Come on boy, make daddy's cock feel good. Don't fight it!" The intruder resisted the gagging reflex and found that he could do this. Soon the homeowners cock was sliding in and out of the intruder's open mouth, right down to the balls. "Look up here," the homeowner said to the intruder. With the intruder's eyes gazing up, the homeowner pumped his tool in and out of the open mouth while he pinched his own nipples. When he pulled his cock out after about 20 minutes of none-stop pumping a strand of slobber hung from the end of his cock to the intruder's mouth. The homeowner stuck his cock back in and began to pump. He reached back with his hand and patted the intruder's slick shaved hole. The hole was tight and strong. Standing off to the side, he could see the intruder squeezing and releasing the sphincter muscle each time the homeowner pumped the intruder's mouth. "I'm going to warm that ass up a little bit," the homeowner said to the intruder, at which time he slapped the intruder's hole hard letting out a loud crack. The intruder moaned as loud as he could considering the homeowner's balls were bouncing off his chin. The homeowner slapped the hole again and again and again. Then he slipped two fingers in all the way and then pulled them back out. They were clean. He rubbed the intruder's hole in a circular motion, occasionally dipping his fingers in the boy's pussy. The intruder was trying to say something but he made no sense in his intoxicated state and with the homeowner's cock deep in his mouth. It didn't matter. The homeowner was fixated on the intruder's hole and didn't care what he had to say. The homeowner walked away from the front of the intruder. His cock pulled out of the intruder's wet sloppy mouth and the intruder began to pant. He had grown very use to the sensation of having a cock in his mouth and he quickly wanted it back. But the homeowner had other plans. He walked around the back of the intruder and admired his beautiful boy pussy. "Jackpot!" he thought again. The homeowner put his hands on the intruder's hips and lined the head of his throbbing cock up on the intruder's slick shaved boy pussy. The intruder arched his back. He craved the cock so much now. The homeowner was going to slide it in slowly, take a couple minutes to open the intruder's pussy up before really giving it a workout, but then he thought about why the intruder was there and how he broke into his house and that made him angry. And so he pushed the head of his cock into the intruder's slick tight ass and felt the beautiful warmth that only a man's ass can give a man's cock and decided not to stop. He was angry but in control and penetrated with one massive even stroke right down to his balls and held it there. At first the intruder thought the homeowner's hot cock felt very good inside his ass, but about halfway in, the intruder was feeling uncomfortable and by the time he homeowner finish his first deep stroke, the intruder was mixed with feelings of ecstasy and pain and the mix felt very good. He squirmed looking for more ecstasy but the homeowner was in control and held him still, his cock planted deep in the intruder's ass and he was holding the intruder in a place if felt good to him. "Don't tighten up on me! Relax! Relax. Take that man cock. That's a man's cock in you boy! You know what to do. Take it because that's what I want. Take it. This is what your good at. Not robbing houses." And the intruder began to relax and take all of his master's cock. The homeowner put his right foot on the bottom rung of the barstool and reach down to where his cock was entering the intruder's ass. He found the intruder's cock still hard now dripping cum and pointing straight down. He gave it a couple strokes. Then he grabbed the intruder's balls and placed them in his hand next to his own balls. Both men's balls were shaved and they rubbed up against each other. "Feel that, boy? Those are my man balls. That's you taking all my cock." He pushed deeper in the intruder's hole and then pulled back out, then slid it back in, then pulled it all out except the head. He could feel the intruder's still-tight hole squeezing the head of his cock. The homeowner knew they were in the final stretch. "See if you can feel my balls slapping yours." He slid his cock deep inside the intruder's ass and gave a little flick with his hips at the end of the stroke to make his balls go forward. "Feel that?" The homeowner pulled out to his head again and pushed it back in, this time a little harder. "Feel that? Feel my balls slapping against yours? Huh? Not yet? Okay." The homeowner pulled out to his head again and really hammered the intruder's ass. "Feel that?" He pulled out to his head again and slammed it home, each time asking the intruder if he could feel their balls slapping together. The homeowner was growing angry and was pumping the intruder hard and from all angles asking the intruder over and over if he could feel their balls slapping. The intruder only moaned. The homeowner's words made beautiful sense but he could not answer. He was too focused and giving his ass up for ownership, giving it to the master. "Break into my house, bitch! I dare you!" the homeowner yelled as he pumped the intruder's ass with all his might. The noise of the homeowner's hips and the intruder's ass slapping together was ringing in the intruder's ears. "Take my fucking cock, bitch! All of it!" One last pump and the homeowner stepped around to the front of the intruder with a controlled purposeful stride. This was the last step in total ownership. "Open your mouth!" The intruder instinctively opened and the homeowner stuck the head of his cock in and began to stroke, pumping hot salty seaman in, filling the intruder's mouth. "Swallow!" the homeowner yelled as he cranked on his tool and squirted more hot cum into the boy's mouth. "Swallow it all you bitch!" When he was done the homeowner un-handcuffed the intruder and walked away to the kitchen. The intruder was still dizzily intoxicated from the injection and having his ass and mouth pumped like a whore. He stood up and laid on his back on the wood floor. He reached down and felt his sloppy boy pussy. It was wide open, loose from his masters tool and very slick. He pulled his knees to his chest and began exploring his stretched pussy. It was hot, wet and loose. He squeezed it tight again and was happy that he could still easily make it tight and keep it tight for his master, but he liked playing with it loose. He could hear the homeowner in the kitchen microwaving something but he didn't' care what was going on in the kitchen. His world was about his cock and boy pussy and he panted as he stroked both with both hands. The homeowner walked back into the room drinking a beer and carrying a warm cucumber. He took a knee between the intruder's legs. He poured beer into the intruder's mouth and the intruder gulped it down. He poured more in the intruder's mouth and some on his chest. The intruder never stopped stroking his hard cock and playing with his balls and pussy. "You ready to cum for your daddy, boy?" the homeowner asked the intruder. He lined the warm cucumber up on the intruder's hole and began pushing it in. The intruder opened his hole, giving it to his man. The homeowner went deep with the cucumber and then pulled it out. It was a little bigger than the homeowner's cock and the intruder took it eagerly. The homeowner pushed it in deep and pulled it out. "You ready to cum, boy?" The homeowner began stroking the cucumber in and out and asking the intruder if he was ready to cum for his daddy and that some daddies weren't nice enough to do this for their boys, but he was a nice daddy and he'd gladly watch, even help, as a boy shot his load. "You should feel lucky, now come on boy! Cum for daddy!" The intruder was moaning, almost crying like a little boy and jack wildly, fondling his balls and feeling with the tips of his fingers the cucumber going in and out of his ass. "Come on boy, cum!" the homeowner yelled. "Cum, boy! You can do it! Show your daddy how you can cum!" And all at once the intruder let out a moan that almost sounded like a cry for help and shot three big loads into the air, the first landing in his face and the rest going on his chest and the floor. When the homeowner saw the cum on the floor, he became mad grabbed the intruder by the back of the neck and made him lick the cum off the floor. He walked over to a table and picked something up about the size of a coffee mug. He was looking into it in the dark and the intruder could see whatever it was was reflecting light back into the homeowner's face. The homeowner just stared into the light. "Look, boy. You nearly took that whole cucumber," the homeowner said. He held what turned out to be a video camera up to the intruder's face and the intruder could see that he was taking almost all of the cucumber. He laid back on the floor, took a deep breath, pulled his knees into his chest and began stroking his cock, balls and hole again.

So I'm 19 and new to barebacking scene. When I met a guy and he was going to whore me out. When we met at the hotel I was nervous I'd only been fucked by two guys in the same night. He's was fit in his 40s with dark hair. First thing he had me put on a blind fold and mouth gag. He bend me over the bed and fucked me first, my tight hole was sore by the time he came deep inside me, he went to answer the door and I heard several guys come in. The plan had been for all 6 of the strangers to come over time but they all showed up at once. I could feel a crowd of hands rubbing my body and on my ass. Telling me how cute of a little boy I was. He poz, one of of the guys asked the guy I'd met. Not yet he told him. They were all so excited. "Well boy you think you'd be up for a gangbang" I just shook my head up and down. They took the gag out of my mouth and left the blind fold on. Then a cock slide in my mouth fucking my face fast then one went up my ass using the first guys cum as lube. Others guys grading me and having me use my hands to jack then off. I had went from a good boy to a total slut in no time. It didn't take long for this second guy to cum, he moaned so load and I had no clue what he might be breeding me with. My ass wasn't stretched yet but bright red. After 45minutes of switching and fucking my face and ass the last guy was in my slutty sloppy red teen ass. As his sweaty ball sounded away at my ass. He let out a moan and shot jizz deep in my soaked ass. All the guys left but the organizer he took my blind fold off and told me I took it like a champ cum was dripping from my ass the whole way home.

Part 1. As I slowly regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain--excruciating pain, deep in my stomach and my asshole--that shot through my body in waves. Next came the ripe, musky smell of sweat, followed by the sounds of men having sex. I opened my eyes. Everything around me was dark and blurry, but I could make out a huge shadowy figure looming over me. I instinctively knew that everything I was feeling--the pain, the smells, the sounds--was coming from this enormous man, and I realized that I was being raped. I tried to scream, but my mouth wouldn't open. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't move my arms and legs. I realized then that I was paralyzed. The only part of my body I could control were my eyes. All I could do was watch in horror as this brutal beast tore apart my insides with every stroke of his burning hot cock. "Aha!" he suddenly snarled, noticing my eyes were open. His face then took on a frightening cruelty and viciousness, and he punched me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me and causing my anal sphincter to tighten around his cock. He started thrusting into me even harder, shouting at me in a coarse, guttural language I didn't understand. And then, as if out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice. "He's calling you a dirty whore... a worthless faggot," the voice hissed, "He says he's ripping you open... and when he's done... no one will ever want you... you filthy cunt!" I knew that voice. I tried in vain to turn my head, to see where it was coming from. "Don't bother trying to move, Allen," the hate-filled voice continued, "We've pumped you so full of drugs you won't be able to move for at least another hour, while Ibrahim the Beast here rips your asshole to pieces." "And you're going to love every minute of it, you nasty little cunt" hissed Will's voice, "aren't you, little brother?" --- Six months earlier --- I was born and raised in San Francisco as the fourth, unplanned child of ex-hippies, who were almost 50 by the time I was born. My parents called me their "miracle baby," and pampered me so much that by the time I turned 16, everyone called me "Her Highness" behind my back. It didn't help that even as a junior in high school, I still looked like a girl: 5'5", 120lbs, blond curly hair, and soft, nearly hairless ivory-white skin. Everyone but my parents thought I was a spoiled, whiny little princess, but I never got teased or bullied growing up because they all respected and feared my older brothers--Jack, Neal and Will--who were already in their late 20s by the time I was born. Like so many children of liberal baby-boomers, my brothers rebelled by becoming conservative. Against our parents' wishes, they joined the Catholic Church, played high school football, registered as Republicans and, when the First Gulf War broke out in 1990, enlisted in the U.S. Army. They came back from their tours in Kuwait as tough, hardened men who rarely ever smiled. Jack, the eldest, became a math teacher and football coach at our high school. Jack was the only brother to get married, but his 4-year, childless marriage to a fellow schoolteacher ended in divorce when I was about 2 years old. Neal, the second oldest, joined the San Francisco Police Department and quickly rose through the ranks to become captain. Neal had plenty of live-in girlfriends over the years, but never got married. Will, the third son, initially followed Neal's footsteps into the SFPD, but later joined the FBI; after 9/11, he left the FBI for a secretive job at Homeland Security that had him constantly traveling around the world. Unlike me, my brothers were also incredible specimens of manhood. I had clearly inherited my mother's genes, with my willowy frame and pale, delicate features, but my brothers took after my father, whose ancestors were from Lebanon and Syria--they weren't tall (about 5'10") but they were all built like brick shithouses, with black, curly hair covering nearly every inch of their muscular, burly bodies, and while I'd never seen them naked, I couldn't help but notice the flashlight-sized bulges in their pants. I grew up admiring my brothers from afar. They had all left home by the time I was born, and while they dutifully protected me from the bullies at school or in the neighborhood, they otherwise kept a polite distance. That all changed about a year ago, a few months after I turned 16. Our parents, who had patiently put up with my childish, selfish behavior for so many years, were tragically killed in a car accident. Since I was still a minor, it was decided that my brothers (who were in their early 40s at the time) would act as my co-guardians until I turned 18. Since Will was still traveling a lot for work, I was to spend half the year living with Jack and the other half with Neal. While our parents' death was devastating for everyone, I took it especially hard. I decided that I didn't want to be the good little "princess" any more, and started acting out--sneaking out at night and hanging with the "street kids" in our neighborhood. Most of these kids were gay runaways who made a living on the streets hustling or selling drugs, and I found myself being drawn to the danger, the excitement, and the hot sex that their lives promised. --- Meeting Antoine --- I was especially drawn to Antoine, a tall, skinny 23-year old black guy from Houston who was the unofficial leader of the local street gang. He supplied the rest of the kids with drugs (to use or sell), escorted for a bunch of white guys who couldn't get enough of his big, black cock, and made enough money to rent his own apartment near the Castro. I first met Antoine at a sex party in his apartment. I was invited by two street kids I used to hang out (and fool around) with sometimes--Manuel, a short but muscular 20-year old Salvadoran with visible gang tattoos, and Luis, a scrawny but tough-looking 18-year old Mexican from Fresno. There were four other guys at the party when we arrived--four big, black thugs. One of them, the tallest and best-looking of the group, got up and walked over. "Hi, I'm Antoine," he said, flashing a big smile and immediately putting me at ease, "and you must be Allen. I've heard a lot about you." He was tall--almost a foot taller than me--and strong, and when he draped his arm around my shoulders and walked me over to meet the rest of the guests, I felt safe and protected for the first time since my parents had died. "That there is Omar," he said, pointing to a 30s-ish dark-skinned man sitting on the couch with his shirt off, showing off a sinewy, heavily-muscled chest. "He's a good ni#$a to know; if he likes you he'll hook you up with anything you need and everything you want." Omar leaned back on the couch, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Nothing not to like so far," he said. "And those two motherfuckers fucking around with my party supplies," Antoine said, pointing to a couple of light-skinned thugs with matching face tattoos, "don't like it when I give out out their names to white boys they don't know, so you can just call them Master X and Master Y for now." The Masters, as I later came to know them, were bent over the coffee table measuring out white crystals into small plastic bags, and didn't look up. Antoine turned to me and asked, "so Manuel and Luis tell me you like to party, yeah?" I smiled and nodded sheepishly. I'd smoked weed before, but the Latino boys had recently introduced me to molly and poppers, which I absolutely loved. The fact that Manuel and Luis had then "taken advantage" of me by spit-roasting me only made it hotter. Antoine laughed, grabbed my right hand and brought it down to his crotch, where I could feel a huge cock starting to uncoil like a snake. "Baby, look what you're doing to me already," he said. "We are gonna have some fun tonight!" Antoine then turned to Manuel and Luis and told them to give me some weed and molly, then take me into the bathroom to get ready. Half an hour later, freshly partied up, cleaned out, and hurriedly spit-roasted again by Manuel and Luis, I walked back into the living room wearing nothing but a jockstrap. The lights were turned down, and the TV was playing black-on-white porn. Antoine, Omar, and the Masters had taken off their clothes and were sitting around the coffee table blowing thick, white clouds. Antoine looked up and called us over. "Allen baby, why don't you come here and suck my dick," he said with a devilish smile, then ordered Manuel and Luis to start servicing Omar and the Masters. I walked over to Antoine, eyeing the uncut brown snake resting on his lap. As I got down on my knees, his enormous cock grew even bigger, lengthening to about 12 inches in length and about 7 inches around. As I reached out and carefully raised his cock to my mouth, a line of clear pre-cum stretched from his lap to the gorgeous reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. I leaned over, stuck out my tongue, and gingerly licked the pre-cum from the tip. Antoine shuddered, and sank deeper into the couch, closing his eyes and moaning. I slowly pulled his foreskin back and started licking the creamy cheese underneath, taking my time to savor the taste. As I started to wrap my lips around his cockhead, Antoine pulled my head back up. "Hey baby," he said, "if you're going to take all of my dick we're gonna have to get you ready." He grabbed a bong from the coffee table and started heating it in front of my mouth. Looking down at the white wisps circling the bowl, I felt unsure of what I was doing for the first time that evening. "I'm sorry," I said sheepishly, "it's just, I've never done Tina before." "Oh baby," said Antoine with his beautiful smile, "there's nothing to worry about. Nobody here is going to hurt you; this'll just make it more fun for everyone." I looked down at his cock, which was starting to wilt. "It's not that I don't trust you," I said, "it's just, I'm worried about getting addicted." "Who said anything about getting addicted?" Antoine said loudly, the first hint of a frown on his face. In an even louder voice he continued, "Baby, with me, Omar and the Masters in the room you don't have to worry about nothing! We're all here to make sure you have a great time, right?" he said, looking over at his other guests. They all looked up and nodded. Antoine turned back to me and said, "All you got to do, baby, is relax, stop thinking so much, and just do what I tell you, okay?" I nodded and took his cock back in my mouth, determined not to disappoint this big, strong, beautiful, amazing black man. As I began licking his shaft like an ice cream cone, however, out of the corner of my eye I saw several pairs of feet approaching. Everything that followed happened so quickly that I didn't have time to react. Antoine suddenly grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick while the other guests grabbed my arms and legs; Antoine then leapt to his feet and ordered the others to turn me over and hold me down. As I lay on the floor struggling to break free, I suddenly felt a sharp, unbearable pain in my balls that made me shriek out loud--but only for a second, as Antoine quickly shoved a damp, rank athletic sock in my mouth to muffle my screams. Antoine was now on top of me, one hand covering my mouth and the other gripping my balls. "Allen baby, you just gotta calm down a bit," he said in a calm, soothing voice, "the pain will go away as soon as you stop struggling. I don't want to hurt you unless I have to, and I won't have to hurt you if you'll just calm down and listen to me." He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Shhh, baby, that's right, just calm down and shush for a moment and I'll make the pain go away." And once I stopped struggling, he gently kissed my cheek, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Allen, that's it. You're such a good boy." Antoine and the other guests gradually loosened their grips until there was no pain left, as Antoine had promised. He then turned to Manuel and Louis and told them to get the first slam ready. "We wanted to ease you in at first, baby, but since you've been acting like such a bitch tonight, we have no other choice but to start you off with a slam," he told me as Omar tightened a leather strap around my arm. "It's going to be a bit intense at first, baby, and you'll probably have trouble breathing for a couple seconds until you start coughing. But then you'll feel the most intense rush you've ever felt in your entire life, and everything we do to you will start feeling so good, baby, you won't ever want us to stop!" "Now close your eyes for me, baby, for just five seconds," he said, gently biting my neck at the same time I felt a small pinch in my arm. "Now count to five with me... one... two... three... four..." Before we got to five, however, I felt Omar loosening the leather strap around my arm, and I suddenly understood why people call it slamming. As Antoine had predicted, after a few seconds of feelings like I couldn't breathe, followed by a short coughing fit, wave after wave of searing hot pleasure, unlike anything I'd ever felt before, slammed into me like a ton of bricks and started radiating through my body, and the room around me felt brighter, as if my brain had abruptly reset my eyes' brightness level to maximum. And then, just as quickly, my senses start coming back down to earth. The waves of pleasure and joy were replaced by a ravenous, insatiable hunger for sex--I suddenly found myself wanting a never-ending stream of humongous horse cocks shoved up my ass and crammed down my throat, unleashing rivers of ni#%a cum into every orifice of my body. I started jacking off with my right hand, then spread my legs and raised my knees so my left hand could reach my asshole. "Oh god, fuck me, Antoine!" I gasped, desperately finger-fucking my pussy, "please, please fuck me! Fuck me over and over again; and pass my nasty used cunt around!" "Yeah, baby?" Antoine teased, "you wanna get raped, is that it? You want your sweet little boypussy gangraped by ni#$a cocks?" He swatted my fingers out of my asshole and shoved his entire 12-inch cock up my chute in one monstrous stroke. I screamed out in pain, but Antoine just covered my mouth with his mitt-sized hands and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, you filthy little whore! This is what you were begging for, so this is what you're going to get!" --- To be continued ---

The next few entries are going to cover my very recent trip to Berlin. I stayed in Schoneberg for 5 night, I'm typing this as I've just got back my ass and cock are still tender and the memories are still fresh. I fly in to Berlin during the day and get to my apartment in less than an hour, it's a nice apartment with a great price, at first I couldn't believe it but I booked through ebab(a breedingzone user's suggestion) the week before I flew to Berlin I looked through both recon and bbrt to make up a top-do fucklist, I can now say that I never met one person from that list. I decided to take it easy for the first night so I looked at some of the tamer gay restaurants and bars in schoneberg. I came across one place that had a few people scattered throughout the bar, I sit up at the bar and politely ask "Sprechen Sie Englisch?" "A liddle?" the barman replies, he is very slim twinkish type who through some conversation, learned that he was from Prague and a singer, I casually asked him about the places in the surrounding area. "Well Toms is good for drinking and sex downstairs, there's New Action, next to that is the Bull, but don't go there, it's nasty. Everyone has AIDS" I can't get across tone in text form but if you could hear the disgust in his voice when he mentioned The Bull and his facial expression it might make you as uncomfortable as I was. Here's a guy who has no idea who he is talking to in Berlin, in the gay area and he says something like that to a stranger. One of his many favourite songs come on the radio and he begins to clap dance and wave his arms about while singing alone, putting on his own little show for the uninterested patrons, who seem like they've seen it all before. I finish my drink, and leave. I walk down to Cafe Heile Welt and head inside, it's a swank fancy bar, chilled out and full of guys and girls. The bar is full but there are some seats close by. As I sip on my third beer, I look around to see what kind of folk drinks here, seems to be the kind of folk who just out of the office, not exactly people I relate to. Then some older Italian gentleman at the bar raises his glass to toast me, I raise mine in return. We start talking, and he offers me a drink. After a while he leans in and start kissing, then he works his way to my neck(which I love) I grab at his crotch and he has a fat piece, he tell me to follow him to the toilet. He gets up and leaves. I get up after him, and as I walk in he is pissing into the urinal. He looks surprised that I followed him, maybe I misheard him. He shakes the last few drops of piss from his dick, it's a nice size, and looks semi-erect. He gives me a look and then looks down at his cock. I squat down and start sucking, I can taste the few drops of beer that leak out of his slit onto my tongue, and swallow him down to the balls, he pushes my head into his groin so hard that he stumbles back a little when my weight leans forward, he pulls his cock out, the only thing connecting us is the thick string of spit from my lips to his dick. "Would you like to finish your drink and come to mine?" "Yes please" I answer. I wasnt exactly searching for sex on the first night, but hey, I was ready for it. "Do you have poppers?" "I can get some" We walk up the street and he runs into a bar called Schuene to get poppers. I wait outside, as the door swings back open I can see from a glance that the place is a lot sleazier that the bars Ive seen so far. What lay ahead? I wondered. We get back to his nice apartment, and strip off and kiss, I suck his cock some more, as it grows I realise exactly what I'm in for. Oh dear. He puts me in the doggy position, a position I've never been most comfortable being fucked in for some reason, always makes me feel like I need to pee, but I go with it. Luckily he applies lube first, then slowly pushes it in, which catches my breath. Prior to this I hadn't been fucked for a month or two. It slid in and stayed deep for a while until my ass adjusted to it's girth, then he begins to fuck. Before long my legs are over my head and he's drilling my stretched hole. No mention of a condom and I didn't even go to the Bull, so much for that barman's skewed sense of how sex works. I moan in pleasure, "Do you want poppers?" I had totally forgotten about the poppers, was having too much fun. I take a deep hit from the freshly opened bottle, woah these are strong. I feel the thumping of my heart rate increasing. He starts to drive down harder, I feel his balls slapping my ass. So hot! I grip his hips and pull him into me, and deep and hard as I can. He spins me over onto my stomach, slams his cock into me all the way, wraps one arm around my neck and opens the poppers. Holding them under my nose as he grinds away inside me. The strength of the poppers is making me foggy and I begin to fade. He slams harder and faster as I go limp, my hole finally gives away and takes his pounding with no resistance. He moans, groans, and grunts and shoots ones right up into my guts. I pass out with exhaustion and popper rush. I feel tingling in my legs and come to. He pushes his fingers up into my hole, and then his knuckles really working his cum up in there. I turn around and kiss him then squeeze the last few drops of cum from his cock into my mouth. We sleep, go for brunch the next day and exchange numbers... By the time I got back to my apartment it was nearly evening, which meant it was time to get ready for a night out on the town. I wanted to check out TOM's, so I get ready and head out at about 10PM. I enter the club, there is a bar to my right and coat check to my left, there are a handful of people sitting at the bar and one of two guys on the benches opposite. I perch myself on the barstool and grab a beer. One or two overly confident scantily dressed guys pace the bar area cruising for someone to take downstairs into the darkroom. Two Arabs sitting next to me at the bar strike up a conversation with me. They are both thin and approx early thirties. One guy takes a shine to me and tells me all about himself, I'm not too interested and try to look for some other dudes while being polite. He tells me his fetish is feet and guys stomping food and making him(as a slave) eat it from the sole of their shoe. "To each his own" I thought. It's a relatively safe fetish compared to some of the activities I've gotten up too. "Can I lick your feet please?" he asks me. "Aaah it's not really my thing, I'm more bottom" at this point I'm ready to check out another section of the bar. He keeps pleading with me to just try it, then his friend also asks. There is only so many times I can say no, so I tell him just a few minutes. His face lights up. "Ok let me take you to the dark rooms". The dark rooms in Tom's are, well, dark. A pitch black maze, with audible groans and slapping and rutting going on. This gets me hard immediately. I have no interest in the guy I'm with or the kink he's into, but my imagination is running wild with the thoughts of sex I could be having. He leads me into a seated area and I take a seat. He then squats down and grabs my right foot and takes a large lick of the sole of my boot. God only knows what I've been stepping in down here, this guy is doing something I simply couldn't. But he's really getting into it, I push my left foot against his crotch to feel a hard lump. He then pulls off my boot and smells inside, all the while pushing my other foot harder against his dick. He then presses my (white) socked foot against his face and breathes in deep, just like he is taking a hit of poppers. I start to get into it, and I'm becoming aroused. He opens up wide and swallows all of my toes, pushes on my heel to get my foot deep in his mouth and makes himself gag on my foot. The idea of wet socks for the rest of the night is loosing appeal to me. So I tell him to take them off, he does this with pleasure. I then get the most awesome tongue bath I've every had, never experienced this before but woah, it's a hot feeling. After drenching both my feet in his saliva, I'm feeling horny as fuck. So I grab his head and bury it in my crotch, grinding on his mouth and nose and just generally humping his face. Before things can get interesting, his friend finds him and complains he's bored. At this point both men start arguing in a very camp annoying way. "Fuck this" I think, I'm going to The Bull. The Bull is a 5 minute walk from TOM's, I buy a bottle of Rush from behind the bar and make my way down. I get there and it seems from the outside like a very nondescript bar. My heart starts to thump, it's a similar feeling to that I got before I entered my first gay bar in New York. How far I've come since those days, what a difference a year makes, huh? I build up the courage and enter the bar. It's a small bar, dive like, with different porn playing on each TV all bareback, all raunchy. I check my coat in and buy an energy drink. I've had enough beer and need my energy up. There was about 3 people at the bar, so I went straight ahead to the back room. It had an area where people slept, I later learned this bar stays open 24/7 so people can nap off the alcohol or whatever other chemicals were coursing through their veins. There was a fuck bench, a sling, and a benched area all around with guys sitting jerking off. I walk around the backroom advertising myself to those who look like tops. One older muscled guy see's me and calls me over, he is sitting down playing with his soft cock, fully nude. I stand in front of him and he pulls up my t-shirt and kisses my stomach. Then forces me down to his crotch and slowly positions my face in between his balls and inner thigh. I begin to kiss him. Then move to his balls, they are nicely scented low hangers, I swallow both and look up to see his face, he nods in approval then pushes his soft cock in with both balls, so his genitals are resting deep in my mouth. I fondle everything with my tongue, and feel his cock swelling, I then work his cock. He likes me swallowing it deep, which I love also. When I eventually come up for air I get a whack across the face, and he pushes my head back down on to his cock and thrusts like hell. His dick is still only semi-erect so it's easy to take down my throat, it feels nice as it's large but soft. I come up for air and met with another hard smack across the face. He speaks something in German, "Ich spreche kein deutsch" I tell him, "You like?" he asks in a deep manly voice. I nod "yes". He turns me around so I'm facing away from him, then bends me over. He pushes his semi-hard cock against my hole, I try to push out to allow him to enter me, it bends against my hole then eventually pops in. He begins to fuck his soft dick into me deep and rough. He is quite aggressive, I start to wonder if it's because of his lack of erection. His eyes seem a little spaced, I wouldn't be surprised if he had taken something. This seems like the kind of place, plus at this stage it's early morning, and all the freaks are out He pulls out and makes me suck him again. I do my very best to make him grow inside my mouth but it isn't happening. I feel two hands take me from behind as I'm working this soft cock. The person takes off all my clothes, then penetrates me with two fingers. The cock in my mouth is swelling again. He flips me around, and jams it in again, there is a large black guy in front of me wagging his cock. I swallow it down like a good boy. I try to concentrate on both giving good head and squeezing his friends cock with my hole. I get a few hard spankings from both guys as I do my thing. I take a huff from my bottle of rush. I start to realise the sleaziness of the situation, it drives me wild, I love being used, and think of the mentality of the tops using me. It turns me on further. The white guy pulls out and his cock is still only semi erect. He shoves my head down to take care of it. I then feel the black dude at my back door, his dick really hurts going in, I take another large hit, I feel his dick press against my bladder, it's uncomfortable. I'm taken away from the sitting soft German by the large black guy. He throws me in the sling. Then enters me slow. I take another hit, I feel pretty high. He grunts and groans as his dick slams against my insides. I feel like my inner organs are being shifted around, I really want him to stop but don't want to pussy out. "This is what you wanted" I tell myself, "This is why you came to Berlin, so take it!" As I'm being skewered by this big black man he sticks his fingers in my mouth and grips my jaw, like a handle, and fires off like he's about to cum. He cums, groans and collapses on top of me. He pats me on the face to indicate a job well down. As his dick leaves my holes I feel some of the cum seep out and down my back, between me and the sling. I reach under to feel some and smell it, it's a strong cummy smell. As the black guy leaves a filthy looking skinhead parks himself right at my hole at the base of the sling. He slaps my open hole with his fat cock, it's not as large as the black guys, which makes me happy, as I get a break. This guy looks fucked, jaw is gurning, glassy eyes, piercings on his face, tattoos, very sleazy, very hot. He has a large metal cock ring at the base of his cock and balls. He slides his dick in with ease. It makes me tingle, I take another hit of poppers. My heart thumps in sync with the loud dance music(I guess that's why they play it) without hesitation he penetrates me deep, pushes against my ass hard, I feel the metal ring enter me, it's so fucking hot. He fucks away, balls slapping, he's dripping sweat on me, this guy is high and loving being inside my ass, and I'm loving it too. He pulls me into him, and we make-out, he tongues me deep. He grips both hands around my throat and squeezes. I get tunnel vision, sound becomes distorted. I wake up in the sling. The skinhead is fucking me like crazy whilst pushing down hard on my stomach, I feel the stinging pain that I have to pee. He's trying to get me to piss myself. But I simply can't. I ask him to stop, he does. "Would you like to go to my apartment?" he asks me in a strong German accent. I accept the invite. I pick up my clothes from the dirty floor, and get dressed, we head out into the daylight, it's blinding, the skinhead is dressed entirely in leather, he looks like a comic book character. I'm very turned on. He brings me back to his place. The more I'm with him, the more I notice how incredibly high he is. We get back to his and I strip off, he throws me on his couch and pushes my legs behind my head. He enters me dry, no lube, no prep. Slowly pushing himself deeper into me until it reached the cold metal of his cock ring. After some fucking, he takes his dick out, and presses both of his large smooth balls against my hole, he tries sitting down so they will go in. I push out hard to open my hole, some more of the black guy's cum pours out "Oh yaaah geile!" his balls slide into my ass. The feeling is incredible, it brings me directly back to new york during the meth binge. Only I'm not on meth, and I don't want to be either, I've achieve that level of horniness without the use of drugs. He fucks me for an hour or so more, as deep and as hard as possible, my hole has totally submitted it just craves cock hard fast deep. We both collapse on the couch in a sweaty pile. "Did you cum?" I ask, expecting the answer to be no on the count of the drugs. He smiles, "Three times". Hell yeah. Just what I needed to hear. I'm tingling and exhausted, I fall asleep for a few hours and wake up covered by a blanket with him sitting next to me watching TV. What a nice dude, for such a sleaze ball(like myself lol) He gives me his PlanetRomeo handle and I get stepping, it's a surprisingly short walk back to my apartment, I'm spent. I get into the shower and push out a healthy load of cum. I'm on cloud 9, I've decided I need to be here. This was a nice introduction to The Bull but the best was yet to come. "Ich liebe Berlin!"

"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."

I secured the boy's feet in the sling, tightened the straps around his wrists and shoved a hard lump of tina into his tight sphincter, roughly massaging it into the heat of his pulsing ass. He said he was a top, no questions , and as my single digit explored his hole I believed him. The boy was fixed tightly around my invasion, I could feel the pressure around my knuckle as he pushed hard against the burning drugs melting into his system. "Nice, lad" I said, keeping my finger dancing along his prostate, watching the expression of clean cut, boy next door 19 year old struggle against the sensations of pain and pleasure. He broke into pearls of sweat that dripped off his tight abs onto the concrete beneath him. "Uh...Uh" he moaned as I twisted the last remnants of the rock deeper and deeper into him "Oh fuck" he cried, shaking in the sling. I smirked as the crystal vanished and the boy visibly started to relax, I kept my finger in his warm cunt, leant over his jock boy frame, and kissed him hard brushing his damp mop of dark hair across his brow. "Oh Fuck..." He moaned into my mouth as I drew my finger out his quivering pussy. His twink cock was rock hard, a silver stream of precum pooling under his abs. I stood back up, scooped up the entire pre load and fed it to him off my fingers. It'd been a good night in the end. I looked down at my broken little top, slurping his own cum off my digits and couldn't help a broad grin. The hottest twink in the club - mine to abuse for as long as I wanted. Only I hadn't wanted him, I'd wanted his cute-as-fuck, shy little jock friend. I'd tried every trick in the book to get him where the hot twink now found himself. I pushed my fingers further down the kid's throat, taking out a little frustration. Twink; jock; chem; "There, there" I soothed, drawing them out as he gagged and coughed. "You gotta get used to it, you want to please me don't you? You want to get me off, right?" I asked He looked at me with fawning eyes. "Yes...God, I want to get you off...I want to make you cum" "Who said anything about cum boy" I said laughing, gently running my hand down and up his tight, taught little six pack. He looked at me quizzically as I left him hanging for a moment to find my playkit in the darkness of the room. There was something about the one that got away, something that made a predator like me...well, angry. I hadn't lost a chase in a while and that little jock had got to me, got under my skin and into my head. Seeing his pert little drunk muscle ass disappear into a taxi had seriously angered me...and now, I was going to take my frustration out on his friend...luckily, he was one of those clean cut, athletic little swimmer types that'd usually get my blood boiling to breed. Tonight my blood was boiling to destroy. A few more drinks, a bit of G and the kid was pressed against my hard chest, gibbering about being a top and not really up for much more than 'fooling around'. Fortunately, the Tina laced joint we shared in the parking lot changed his mind, suddenly he was amped, pliable to my suggestion... "I've never been to a sex club" he giggled. A shit tonne of reassurance, another laced joint and the kid gamely got up in the sling. I'd rimmed him, nigh on treated him like a fucking king till he was so relaxed, so high on drugs and sex he barely noticed as I secured him. "Wha...whats that?" He said as I returned, applying a tourniquet to his little, bulging arm. "This kid" I said, prepping his vein "is heaven, hell and every fucking thing in between and it'll blow your fucking mind" "Uh...I...don't know" he said "Kid" I said, pausing..."That's not gonna work for me...you wanna have the best night of your life? You wanna have sex as though your life depended on cumming, as though there was nothing else on earth but cock and men and muscle and pecs and boiling, life affirming jizz?" He sighed, "Oh Fuck yeah..." He sighed I plunged the needle into him, slamming him into the stratosphere...he'd thank me again in a few hours. It hit him violently, I soothed as he coughed, spat, gagged ...rubbing him as he struggled for breath. As he breathed deep,I heard him growl... "Oh...fucking hell...I feel...Oh Fuck" I laughed as he struggled in the sling "Please, he said...Oh...Fuck, I need to touch myself...holy shit..." I shook my head, grabbing his rock hard dick myself and gently jacking it for him "Feel good?" I said He mumbled something as he smiled broadly, eyes rolling backward. "Dont stop" he said breathlessly, so I did. I was king now. I walked around to my playkit, grabbed a small plug and found myself at the entrance to his perfect little hole. He continued to struggle to break free of the sling to touch his leaking cock. I spat on the plug and gently pressed it against his hole. A bit of pressure and the boy took the whole fucking thing, sucked to the hilt. He moaned, his dick pumped a fresh pool of pre cum onto his abs. "Perfect" I said, "keeping it cumming kid" I laughed, scooping it up, tugging out the plug and coating it in his semen. "Here it comes" I shoved it back in, grabbed the rest of my toys and hunkered down to push the kid's limits. A plug, a dildo, all lube free save for a good few doses of boy pre seamen. The minutes flew by, as I sucked out a good sized dildo from his ass I was ready to fuck...but, not him, not yet...first I needed to vent a bit more, I wanted to revel in his worn out pussy, not break him in for others. I shoved a plug in him, kissed him, grabbed my towel, opened the door and left. I took the key to his restraints with me, no one would take my prize that way. The club was thumping with sex and, as I turned back to the sling room I saw one by one, as men entered, enticed by the perfectly displayed offering therein. I couldn't help but watch as a massive daddy type, reached the blissed out kid first, pulled out the plug and inserted a few fingers. My view vanished as men began to pour in from..."see ya soon boy" I said, dropping my towel and entering the club proper, letting my dick guide me into the thick of the heaving, sweaty pool of men.

Thanks everyone for the helpful advice. I know it was a stupid question now. I appreciate the help as I checked out this community and I am thankful for the realignment of my expectations and pointing out just what I was really asking. Also sorry, not April fools joke, I am just an idiot. .

Exactly. It's such a big world out there. So many guys with so many different stories. Personally I try not to limit myself to a certain way of thinking. Life is such an interesting adventure if one's open to different things.

Book store loads are the best!!

Pretty hot. What a cumdump!

at this point i believe any BB party in DC could be considered a conversion party

(1) Terrified of getting HIV? Go on PrEP - Pre-Exposure Prophylaxis, a daily pill to prevent HIV infection. There's a whole subforum here about it, and for good basic information start here: ispreprightforme.com and prepfacts.org (2) Hoping I can trust people will wrap up if I write the note on my ass ... Are you nuts!? At a specifically-bareback sex party!? (3) Risk of incurable diseases that limit my intimate contact with the ones I love -- Being HIV positive DOES NOT mean you can't have condomless sex with someone you love. Poz/undetectable partners (who take their meds daily as directed and have a viral load suppressed below "detectable" levels) DO NOT transmit HIV. See results of the PARTNERS study: http://betablog.org/zero-hiv-transmissions-with-condomless-sex/

My thirsty cunt loves to drink piss. Love the feeling of it flowing into my freshly fucked hole and filling me up until I feel like I'm pregnant. Try to hold onto the piss as long as possible.

I wish a Poz daddy would do this for my night smooth neg boy hole!!!! Fuck!!!

Bred a hot assed cub at a bookstore today. I'd gone in to hopefully get a knobber from a married guy. When I saw him in his booth I went in. I've been wanting to get a hold of him for a while. We'd been flirting online for a while but just never got our schedules to mesh. He slow sucked me hard when I turned him around, spit on his ass and slid in him. He was good and tight. We did a little ass to mouth play before I bred him

I love it when their cocktip hits my prostate, and they just hammer at it. Even more than the creamy explosion inside.

You guys ever have a contact on one of the hook up sites that you WANT to play with, and HE wants to play, but schedules never seem to work out? I have had one like that for too many years--until today. We passed e mails back and forth all week, my ass tied up with work till today. Too often, my free day something cock blocks the other guy and the hook never happens. We had set today after 11a to look for each other on line- I was on by 11a, but he wasn't responding. Finally around noon he said he was on the road, and was looking to use a hole all afternoon- shot him the address, and he was going to be here by 1p. Just b4 1p , he texted to say he was making a pit stop, but would be over in 30 minutes. Hmm, would it happen or not... and I had 2 regulars wanting a Friday fuck hole. Put them on hold ( explained why) and then he showed up. Ended up in the sling with him using my holes for the next 3 1/2 hours- lots of fisting and fucking, but especially lots of ball and cock both in the hole at the same time. He really gave my hole a work out, but never to the extent that it would be out of service for other guys later on this evening ( and tomorrow) . And, I finally got a good long piss enema in the sling- as soon as he emptied his bladder, he pulled his cock out and slammed his fist up and in, when he pulled the fist out, he plugged my hole with an exotic-erotics horse cockhead butt plug--nothing could leak out with that flared cock head in my hole. Going to take a while to get all the coconut oil and J Lube off me, but then, not in a rush-- it might come in handy in a little while- the men are about to finish dinner and get online hunting a hole to breed for the night--and I will be prelubed and ready to roll!!

I count myself as lucky every day! My older bro was the first one to fuck me raw at age 13, told me never let a rubber in my hole. He had his college buds fuck me and took me to my first bb orgy at age 14. I've ALWAYS enjoyed sex with my bro. Even though he lives far away now, whenever he visits, he still uses my hole as his cum dump!

hehe...why bother asking! Who cares, just take those loads!

Fuck, my pants are soaking wet after reading this. A genius of a mind must have written it! Wish I was that "POZ FAG" !!

Paul must have fallen asleep from the sheer exhaustion of the fucking he had just received. He awoke to find a hand over his mouth and someone ramming their cock into his ass. Paul tried to escape but to no avail. It seemed he was pinned down - the heavy weight on top of him - his arms unable to move and his legs forced apart. "Wakey wakey slutboy - I'm back - and I've brought a few more friends along for you to service with that cunt of yours" It was the voice of "The Top" Paul more awake and beginnig to take in the situation - there seemed to be 3 guys in the room with him - "The Top", the guy currently fucking his hole and another guy on his right side holding down his arms. "How you liking that fuckhole, Jack?" "The top" asked.. "Fucking loving it - hot and full of cum, just how I like it - Where did you find this one? "Fucker was advertising on the net for a top.....Ï know a few tops" The Top said with a laugh - the other guys joining in with him. Paul lay there - his ass being violated by a good sized cock - unable to move or resist. Paul let the situation take over him and began to relax and let the moment carry him off ... he began to fuck back..matching each thrust of the guy fucking him...what was his name...Jack..yeah. Jack was fucking him deep and Paul could feel the length and girth of that cock in his fuck-hole. Jack began to fuck Paul faster now.."Fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" and Paul felt Jack's body spasm as his cock pulsed inside his ass - filing it with a fresh load of cum. Jack thrusting had and slow...making sure that cum drained deep into Paul's ass. "Right, my turn "the voice on Paul's right said. Jack pulled out of Pauls hole, and was quickly replaced by another fat cock "Have I got a load for you, slut!" the new voice said This new cock showed Pauls hole no remorse - another fat cock was now causing friction is his cum filled ass. This new guy liked to fuck with deep thrusts - pulling all the way out and then thrusting hard back into Paul ass. He didnt last long - within 5 minutes the new guy was slamming another load of cum into Paul's ass also making sure that every drop remained deep in that hole. The guy lay on top of his for about 10 minutes after he was done - his cock slowing shrinking out of Paul;s hole Occasionally whispering into Paul's ear "You fucking love that dont you slut? ..... SO much DNA inside that ass .....You are going to be carrying all these guys that have fucked you for the rest of your life....dirty little fuck whore...." As suddenly as it started Paul was once again alone - he heard the door close - managed to drag him self of the bed and locked it. As Paul walked to the bathroom he could feel the cum running down his legs. In the bathroom Paul looked over his should at his ass in the mirror - bent over and pulled his cheeks apart...his whole was red and gaping - cum filled every crevice...he pushed his ass out and a waterfall of cum splashed onto the floor. "Damn" Paul said - "I really and a cumdump now" Paul limped back to his bed - tired and truly fucked - he looked at the clock - 3:36am - damn he had been fucked for nearly 6 hours..... Paul climbed into his cum stained sheets - pulled them over his head and went to sleep. He wondered what the morning would bring.....

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=XkoEG-G299-#.VR5IuBPF9_0 BallPlayer breeds PolarBear @ TBRU 2014 From TBRU 2014, a hot softball player visits us and gives PolarBear a hot breeding!

Damn he can breed me anytime!

Very hot story

So fucking HOT! Lucky cum slut Paul!

Damn hot story!! Two loads back to back like that...Paul's a lucky guy. Would love to hear more!!!

I think he got a 'hotter' fuck than he thought he was going to get and wish it had been me instead.

That got me really really hard! Fuckin hot!

Part 1 In Louisville, there used to be a theater named Savoy. It was built late 1800’s and was used for vaudeville and later burlesque. Last, it was used as a movie house as so many of the theaters evolved into such to stay open. The movies that were shown were porn. By this time in its existence, it had fallen on hard times and just tried to eke out a niche and provide a profit for the owner. The inside if one ever looked closely was one of magnificence. It truly had been a fashionable theater in its heyday. But, true to form with admission payments declining repairs and maintenance were done only on an emergency basis. Yeah, it had become a seedy establishment. After paying admission, a walk through a lobby that reeked of mustiness and stale popcorn and some other odors that couldn’t be determined, you could find old movie posters sagging and staring at you along the front entry way. At the top of the incline, rest rooms were to the left and a very small and unappetizing snack bar was to the right. (In all my trips to Savoy, I can’t recall ever seeing anyone ever buying anything—thank goodness.) Through the double doors that lead directly into the ground floor auditorium seating, you could go on to a seat in the main auditorium or turn to the right and go upstairs to the balcony. There were additional stairs at the front of the theater located on either side of the balcony. My first trip was a discovery for me. I took a seat on the main floor and watched trying to learn how things worked. Soon enough I thought I had it pretty well figured out. What’s not to figure out with such blatant cruising going on? With this being my first trip and being just over the 21 year old line, I summoned up my courage and headed down the main aisle walking slowly turning at the front of the theater and walked on to the left staircase. I slowly climbed it walking back along the balcony looking into the private boxes. As I passed the last of them, I walked on to the stairs that led to the top and the projectionist booth. I walked behind the booth and came back down the steps on the other side settling into a seat in the center section. There had been several men along the back wall and several more were seated throughout the balcony. I sat and watched the movie but wasn’t really interested since it was straight porn . . . and really bad. I did keep an eye on the rest of the men in the place watching some taking their cocks out and jacking while others moved from seat to seat to get a better look at the cocks being jacked. Occasionally I turned to see who was behind me and what they were doing. Well, needless to say that after about a half hour upstairs and nothing but a few guys jacking their cocks, I was not impressed. I checked out the back wall guys again and even they had quietly gone. I decided to go up and stand awhile to see if that held a better vantage for watching and for being seen. The back two rows of seats had been removed leaving a platform where you might sit but not in a seat. I chose to stand and finally leaned into the platform shifting around just for variation. As I watched the men in the balcony and more of the movie, I did finally begin to think about how this place would be so hot to have sex. I started reacting with my cock getting a little hard. I stuffed my hands in my shorts pockets and began playing with myself. What the hell. I never really got all that hard but wasn’t totally deflated either. Then, I saw a movement to my left. I turned and saw standing there a tall Black man that was very well built. He was almost dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. We looked back and forth at each other until we almost simultaneously smiled slightly and nodded. I glanced back at the movie and then back to him. He had put his right hand in his shorts pocket. I could tell he was definitely stroking his dick but he was ever so subtle about it. I readjusted my own dick pushing it to my left hand where I resumed stroking myself. At the same time, I twisted my body to the left so that what I was doing could also be seen. We watched each other intently as my heart began pumping more rapidly blood throughout my body. I was sure he could hear how rapid my heart was beating and how I was having difficulty breathing. After watching each other for several minutes, this giant of a man walked slowly over to where I stood walking behind me and settling in to my right. Nothing was said between us but we continued to watch the crotch of the other as we pushed our dicks to fill more. I felt his presence. Being the bottom that I am, I was much more interested in his big dick but following cruising protocol was required. As we stood side by side, I began hoping that this was going to be more than just a jack off contest. My mouth was dry as cotton but intent on sucking a cock as well as my ass itching to have it split open and fucked. I had no experience in this place or any like it. First time experiences can be a real disaster or very memorable in a good way. After some time, I felt the backside of a hand rubbing my arm. I turned to my right so as to face this big Black man removing my left hand from my shorts pocket. I reached out to his crotch as I moved closer to him. He removed his hand from his dick and pocket. I replaced his hand with mine and began rubbing his now very big dick through his shorts. He placed his hands on my shoulders and began rubbing down and up my arms repeatedly. I stared unflinching into his eyes as he did into mine. This was going to be a very memorable time. No longer content with this outward rubbing of his dick, I stopped and reached up and unsnapped the clasp of his shorts. He gently grabbed my arms and pulled me closer to him bending his head down to mine. He pulled me closer wrapping his arms around me and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss. Our mouths opened and our tongues explored the other. We slowly explored each other swapping spit and tongues until he finally pulled gently away. We both grinned ear to ear. I had slipped across that invisible racial barrier, and I knew there would be no stopping me in the future. He finished unzipping his shorts letting them drop to the floor revealing that he was not wearing underwear. His fattened black cock bounced upward from the release and filled a bit more with his blood. He bent over and picked up his shorts. As soon as he had begun to unzip his shorts, I had quickly unsnapped my own and unzipped them following his lead. He laid his on the back platform where there had been seats. I put my shorts and underwear next to his. He next pulled his t-shirt off as did I. Those were deposited on top of the shorts. We stood and stared at the other and ourselves. Such contrast between the two of us. He was so tall and big and, I’m not meaning just his big uncut black dick. I stood at 5’ 10” at 155 pounds for my 33-inch waist with blue eyes, brown hair, clean shaven, and though not deeply tanned I was not lily white. This Black man stood at least 6’ 5” or so beset with muscles from work weighing over 230 pounds, short black hair, dark sparkling eyes, a huge smile, and a gentleness that betrayed his bearing. Though he presented as a gentle giant to me, he later showed that he could and would be commanding with obedience expected. His dick had a beautiful hood that had stretched backwards a bit. In the dim of theatre light, I could see his dick was covered by thick fat veins. It had to be at least 9 inches if not more and real thick with a slight upward curve. It was beautiful. I reached for it taking it into my right hand gently touching the skin moving my hands all over his dick. I felt those thick fat veins and after wrapping my right hand around as much of his dick as I could, I began slowly pumping its full length. I watched his big black upward curved cock as I felt it swell slightly more in my hand. I was so captivated. The thick clear ooze that gently seeped out of the piss slit fascinated and excited me. The sensation felt as if my hand were being scalded. I knelt in front of him and began to pry open my mouth and insert this man-Sequoia into me. I had to stop and quickly call up some spit working slowly with this process until I at last was able to get most of this tasty dick in my mouth where I slathered it with spit from my tongue and worked lovingly to invite as much of his blood to engorge this beauty to its fullest. This was going to be a very, very memorable first visit. I worked on getting more and more of this behemoth in me sliding further down the shaft until I would gag backing off not to cause a scene. I continued to work my mouth onto his beautiful black dick as he began to moan slightly and sway gently forward and backwards aiding me in my quest . . . and his. After feasting on this beast for several minutes, I uncoupled my mouth from his dick putting my right hand around it fully jacking it slowly as my head darted lower to his balls. I began licking and sucking on them as I could in my position. He slowly re-positioned his feet giving me room. After much sucking, he placed his right foot high on the platform making his balls totally accessible now. I began working my mouth around them as I continued jacking him with my right hand. I was so taken with this Black man and how he tasted. Many minutes passed with my rapt attention being paid to his cock and balls. He set his foot back down on the floor, reached down to me and pulled me up to meet his lips once again. He bent me backwards and opened his mouth wide and drove his tongue deep into me as I held onto him. He ended this soulful kissing by moving his mouth down to my throat where he began licking it to the side eventually stopping just below my ear where he bit me ever so gently but with a great gusto of feeling. I was so hooked on this pain. He reached his right hand to my left nipple where he squeezed tightly and began twisting it hard. I was left gasping in erotic agony clenching my hold on him even tighter as small guttural moans of pleasure began to pass out of me. We continued this way for an unknown amount of time. I was so caught up with this Black man who had drawn out of me this pleasure and desire for more of the pain he inflicted. He was so good at bringing my senses of sexuality to the surface and releasing me from my prison of plain Jane sex. He was making sure that every time after him I was going to need such erotic painful pleasure to have any satisfaction. This man was not going to be just an anonymous one timer—I was determined. When he finally released me, I felt so drained and yet so invigorated. I was ready for more; whatever he wanted. He knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. This big Black man was going to claim another prize. Part 2 He raised upright and smiled down at me and winked. He then slowly began twisting my shoulders, and I obeyed turning away from him. He reached around me and began moving our clothes pulling his shorts out putting them to the side. Without a word, he bent me over the platform so as to lie on our remaining clothes. I adjusted my position for comfort as he stepped behind me and knelt. I felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart with his massive hands and his hot breath hitting my ass hole. Then, there was a huge wet tongue being pressed deep and hard into my hole pushing it open. It was as if there was a small dick trying to enter me. He drove hard and deep many times followed by his taking the entire width of his tongue and licking straight up from the bottom to the top and finally taking his almost unnoticed scruffy day old beard stubble dragging it the full length back down scratching my hide as if sandpaper had been applied. He continued with this assault which stimulated and excited me to no end. I was having a great deal of difficulty in dealing with the stimulation that he was unleashing in me. I was delirious with erotic desire at what he was doing to me. Again, too soon, it came to an end, and I was feeling so drained of energy. I laid there in my sweat trying to recover but prepared for whatever next he had planned. I felt and heard him pull his shorts off the platform and then saw them tossed back soon enough. He stood up and leaned over to my ear and asked if I wanted to get fucked. I turned my head and said yes. He told me that I would need some help but he could accommodate that. He had something that would make things a lot easier for me and make things a lot more intense for me and him. He asked if I was cool with that; I told him that I was. As I lay there ready for whatever next happened with this Black man, I heard a slight sound to my left. My head jerked quickly and saw four men standing and watching us: three were black and one white. Quickly, I was very self-conscious and started to get up. He grabbed me quickly and told me to chill. They were only watching and enjoying us. I was still nervous but finally became assured. I bent back over the platform as he motioned to one of the men who stepped up to my head. He knelt in front of me and smiled and winked. He told me it was okay that I was among friends here. I felt my ass being pried open by two thick fingers a couple of times resulting in a “damn” being spit out. One of the other men walked over behind me. I felt my ass hole being literally physically pried open by three fingers; these were not the same fingers as before. I then felt a finger carefully maneuvering its way deep into my hole as the other three fingers slowly withdrew. I now had one thick finger inside me which I fleetingly hoped and believed to belong to my Black man. He began to move the tip around rubbing and massaging my insides for a few seconds and then slowly withdrawing it but continuing to massage my insides. Once again, I felt my hole being physically stretched open with three fingers only this time an attempt to open me even wider was made which gave some pain. Again, I felt the slow insertion of that thick finger with the entire massaging taking place once more. This time though I was feeling some heat, and my ass was beginning to become antsy. This really felt super hot. The thick finger continued to massage my inside as far as it could reach. My ass began to feel the need for more . . . and bigger I heard him get up glanced backwards at him and found him looking at me. I looked at him as he smiled broadly. He asked, “How’s that feel?” I told him warm and very different. He chuckled as did all the other men. He handed a small tin to the other man in front of me who dipped his finger into the contents. He brought his finger to my nostril with some white powder on it. He put his left hand on my face pushing his index finger against my nostril. “Sniff hard.” is all he said as he put the powder at my other nostril. I sniffed as directed and felt the almost fine powder enter my nostril. “Again.” he said. I did. “Beautiful, man.” I was now beginning to realize that I had just embarked on a chem-fueled public sex fucking. Well, first time for everything. Besides, it was too late to back out now. And, backing out was not in the cards. As I lay there taking on my newly found energy and sexual liberty, I slowly came to realize that my ass was now being massaged with a lube. I was being prepped for entry. I heard talk but not the words. I was aware of men but not the number. I was aware of where I was. I also was aware that my ass was now on fire and screaming at me for being empty—(How did that happen?)—as well as my nose burning and itching. My head was swooning but going nowhere. Once more I looked down to find a black finger covered in white powder being held up to my nose. I confusedly looked at the finger then lowered my nostril to it as another finger closed off one nostril. I sharply inhaled much more quickly and deeply than before. Then, I felt a mounting pressure at my ass hole that increased more and more. The man in front of me took my chin and turned my face to his. I thought I heard him say to breathe deeply several times. I looked at him from space. He smiled pressing his thumb into my nostril as he placed a brown small bottle next to my other nostril. I lay there momentarily until he reminded me to inhale as deeply as I could several times. I began inhaling deeply and with each breath I felt a rush of heat push through into my lungs filling me with such euphoria and exhilaration. I breathed in the aroma from the little brown bottle and then did a second larger lungful with a final third that was the least of all. My head dropped, my body jolted, my lungs felt like lava and beautiful, and now I was convulsing. No, I was not convulsing; I was shaking. Everything was shaking. Shaking roughly. It had to be a convulsion. No. As I breathed fresh air, I slowly came back to reality and discovered that my hips were being held tightly and my ass hole was stretched open and something was happening. Oh. Fuck. Yes. I was being fucked. That’s what it was. I turned my head around to find my big Black man grinning at me as he gripped my hips tightly in his hands and was pumping his fat black cock in and out of my ass. I had to think. What had happened? The brown bottle; I breathed deeply. The jolt. That was it. My Black man had rammed his big black dick in my ass after I had taken deep hits from that bottle. My senses were returning quickly now. I felt this huge dick in my ass turning once more to more clearly see that, yes, I was being fucked by this tall Black man. He was invading me over and over and over again full length. Then, I became aware of my ass and how full it was feeling and how it was screaming for more of this fucking. I roused myself and became more aware of this invasion and departure. Soon I was clamping down with my muscles on this big black dick as it exited my ass and relaxed them as it made another invasion. “Oh, fuck, yeah, man! Grab that big dick of mine.” This man was going to enjoy himself as much as I was. My head was gently turned forward once more. My nostril was closed and I felt a presence under my other nostril. I exhaled deeply through my mouth. A slow constant inhalation of the fumes from the brown bottle began until no longer could I inhale. The bottle was removed; I held my breath until I could no longer do so exhaling slowly but deeply. I felt my other nostril being closed. Once more I inhaled deeply. My head was spinning; I knew I was smiling giddily; my head now felt heavy; I had to focus hard on using my sphincter muscle squeezing this gargantuan black dick in my ass to please its owner. He began fucking me harder still as I kept pace with his tempo. Not too tightly squeezing his cock; I didn’t want to disrupt his thrusts and level of commitment to finishing. Several more minutes of his thrusting in me when I heard him begin a slow low guttural moan the built. His pitch of growling intensified as his tempo of fucking me intensified. They were one and the same that ended finally with his slapping my ass cheeks several times extremely hard grabbing my hips again as he made a final plunge deep inside me where his big black dick began convulsing and shivering and delivering the contents of his balls deep into me as he began panting and swearing while huge drops of sweat flung themselves from his body onto mine. He held his dick fully deep in me as the last drops of his DNA fluid raced through his long blood-gorged fat dick exiting into my awaiting ass. He slipped out slowly as I gently caressed his dick length to fully obtain all that precious fluid of his. My ass screamed at being so empty. I was frantic and desperate. He stepped forward to me kneeling down kissing me deeply. He asked if I wanted more. “Yes. Please. Lots more.” He turned looking at the men behind us and nodded. I felt almost instantly my ass cheeks being spread open and a pressure at my hole. No difficulty in this entry as I felt this dick slide fully into me and begin the journey to completion. My Black man took the brown bottle and replaced the man who had given me the amyl. He held the bottle to my nose and told me to gently inhale. I did so. I was so turned on once more floating through this new fucker. My Black man gave me small doses as I was being fucked. He must have known what level I was enjoying myself. I never got the full amount as I had with him. But, it did add to my enjoyment of this dick invading and departing as it did. I was being fucked in public and loved every stroke of the dick. This fucker was not as rough and did not last as long as my Black man but he was fucking me. His delivery came soon enough and I savored that load of cum as well. I felt his dick also spasm and swell with each spewing of his cum into my ass. He slowly pulled out of my ass leaving me once more with my ass screaming that it was empty. I started upright in protest but was gently pulled back down. I looked at my Black man who smiled back and winked. Just as he did, I felt my cheeks once more being pulled apart and another dick buried fully into me. I was treated again to small doses of amyl with each succeeding man who fucked me. I spent almost two hours laying there being fucked by every man who wanted to rid themselves of their DNA. This Black man had me hooked on being fucked in public. Never again would I be hesitant or afraid of being an exhibitionist. When no more men were in line, the Black man leaned in and kissed me saying that the party was almost over. I looked back seeing no one. But my ass still needed more. As I had gazed backwards at the empty space, this Black man had stood and walked once more to my ass. I saw him come into view and smiled which he returned. Once more I felt him place his big hands on my hips as his big uncut black dick pushed in at my hole. I lay there needing him to return inside me. Indeed, he did return pushing straight in all the way. I grasped him once more as he began his retreat. I milked his fat uncut dick each time he withdrew praying for his return inside me. More and more this gargantuan black dick invaded my insides. Harder and harder he drove himself and his thick and veined uncut sex tube. As he shoved his way in again, I felt him leaning forward until I felt his hand at my cheek. I turned to see in his hand the small brown bottle he held out. As he short fucked my ass, I leaned over covering my left nostril exhaling deeply coming to rest just above the bottle opening. I inhaled deeply. I felt my lungs burn and the full body flush hit me as before. My ass had momentarily been deprived of movement in it until the cap had been replaced on the bottle. I exhaled as my Black man began to spear me again in earnest. I wandered about in my exhilaration feeling my ass being gloriously pummeled smiling slightly with total satisfaction. All too soon, though, I was jolted into reality as my hole began to be the recipient of supersonic piston workings. The growling intensified as before. This time the growling was more intense and louder. The fucking that was being done sped up more. The growling became deeper and louder. More speed; more growling; faster; louder. Then, the home ramming to release round two of cum from this big Black man right from his balls through his fat uncut dick and into my ass where it would be absorbed and become a part of me. He bent over and laid his body atop mine as we both heaved in air and waited for our hearts to return to normal. In time that seemed as long as an eternity, we did return to normal. He stood up slowly and slid his dick out of my ass. I slowly stood up and was unsteady. This Black man held me steady until I was secure on my feet. We dressed in silence after which he hugged me again and kissed me deeply. I felt the biggest emptiness in my life as I had never felt before. He asked what I was going to do now. I told him probably go home and cry. He asked why. I told him because I wasn’t ready to stop. I was feeling the need to be fucked more. He smiled and said, “Good. You and I need more time together.” So, we walked out of the Savoy. Oddly, our cars were parked three spaces from each other. I followed him to his house where we went inside ready for more from each other. We entered his house. He locked the front door and turned to me stripping immediately as I followed suit. He took me in his arms and kissed me deeply once more. It was such a wonderful feeling of him invading my mouth, but I was in more need of his invading my ass. I followed him to his bedroom where we tossed back the covers and climbed onto the bed. He pinned me down kissing me and biting my neck. His ability to heighten my excitement was unreal. I had never had such sexual feelings and urgencies brought out of me. He began working his way down my body working his tongue and teeth all along my torso until he reached my cock that he inhaled fully. I almost screamed at the sensation of his hot moist mouth as it encompassed my cock sucking it into his mouth to be rolled around and licked by his tongue. This Black man knew how to fully appreciate sex. With ease, he finally pulled off my limp cock gently pushing me to one side indicating that I should turn onto my stomach. I felt his big hands raise my hips as he settled down onto the bed and once more his tongue invading my ass and licking the sweat and leaked cum from my crack. He drove me into a frenzy with his tongue as my ass continued to scream louder and louder that it needed to be filled again. This perfectionist of a sexual being knew what he was doing, and I let him. I felt his body raising up and moving upwards on the bed. I felt his hard cock being carefully aligned to ride the crack of my ass as he came lower on the bed so that his head was near mine. “You were really a hot sight at Savoy today. Do you know how many men fucked you?” I shook my head no. “You took on nine men plus me. You took eleven loads of cum in your ass, man. And, I get you more now that we’re here. You want me to fuck you some more?” I shook my head yes. This giant Black man began shifting his hips causing his big black cock to move around my ass crack. My legs began to spread apart slightly to give access to my ass. I felt the head of his cock finally drop low enough in my ass crack to be close to my hole. He began pushing and pulling back slightly so that he could get his cock aligned to make that plunge back into my hole. I cautiously lay there to let him make all the moves but did make the effort to raise my hips from the bed for better access for him. With only a few attempts, the head of his cock finally found its mark and began putting pressure on my ass hole. I held steady as he increased his pressure feeling my sphincter popping open at last allowing his beautiful black cock to slide smoothly into me. My ass began screaming it “thank you” for being occupied once more. He slid his black cock all the way inside me stopping only when there was nothing more to enter after I had reached back pulling my cheeks as wide apart as I could. I felt the weight of this Black man fully on my body just as I felt the full length of his wonderful black cock inserted into my ass. I was once more going to enjoy a fuck from this anonymous Black man. We lay there briefly until I felt his cock withdrawing only to return full length. He continued to slow fuck my ass as I absorbed every nerve ending in my body that was firing off all the excitement and satisfaction possible. I became wrapped up in the sensation of this Black man entering and leaving my own body and all the erotic feelings that he was stirring in me. I began pushing back onto his cock as he would plunge into me. I was determined that I was going to stimulate this Black man’s cock to full sexual arousal and to give him the ultimate satisfaction of a hot sweat-producing, nut busting fuck possible. He began chewing my ear and neck and licking deeply into my ear as he reached below me with his left hand finding my nipple and squeezing it hard as he twisted it. My moans and groans told him what he wanted to know. He intensified his fucking and working my left nipple as I continued to moan and groan working my ass muscles around his cock. “Oh, fuck, yeah, man. Oh, shit. Fuck me. Harder, man. Fuck me harder. Damn, oh, fucking damn!” was only the beginning of my verbal consent to him. Driven by my verbal, he continued on with his assault on my left nipple as his now fully engorged superior black cock rocketed into and out of my ass shaking the bed as I felt more clearly his body weight pressing down on me. His tempo increased in almost imperceptible amounts until I suddenly was aware that he was almost literally bouncing off my ass with his groin area. A split moment later he pushed himself up off my body as he let loose of my left nipple creating such additional wonderful pain there as he rose up behind me grabbing my hips with both of his hands and within less than a half dozen hard full thrusts of his black hardened as steel cock into my ass, he began releasing his cum load into me again as he growled from his diaphragm. I felt the sweat from his body drop onto my ass as he pumped his cock into me slower and slower releasing the last of his deposit. He all too soon made one final shove into me with his wonderful black cock holding it fully inside and began to once more lay down full length on top of me. We lay there for a few seconds until he slid onto his right side on the bed with me still impaled on his cock. It felt right. I was almost sated but still had a yearning for more. He was also sated for the moment. Once recuperated, he leaned into my ear and said, “I hope you don’t have any plans for the rest of this weekend.” I looked around at him and said, “Yes, I do as long as you don’t mind having me as company.”

Wow please keep this going so hard from just this little portion

You should feel cheap, that's your role in life, And it's an honorable position for you. Embrace your inner slut and be glad you have Men in your life who will help you realize your full potential as a no-loads-refused cumdump.

OK so Mr. Craigslist and I met another 3 or 4 times over the duration of my stay, the routine was almost the exact same every time, and I got to know him as a very nice and generous guy. However, I thought seeing as I'm in New York I should try something I never done before. Go to a gay bar. Now I wouldn't have ever considered myself part of the gay scene, I never went to a gay bar, don't dance to club music, and never listened to Liza Minnelli. Just not my thing. I also had a misconception about this being the kind of audience a gay bar caters to, shame on me. I'm not effeminate and don't look for that in a sexual partner. Every hook-up I've ever had up until this point had been organised online. Using the internet, I decided to look for any bars in the city that'd cater to my interest generally older, bear/daddy types(at least that's what it was at that time) and found Ty's. This sounds good, this'll be my first place to visit. Well, to say I was a nervous wreck would be an understatement. I must have walked past the place 3 or 4 times before I went in, I was terrified. Go figure, the guy who wasn't nervous in the slightest to meet a stranger from craigslist is scared to go into a bar full of people in a well lit street. Whatever the logic, this was the case. But I built up the courage put my head down and walked in. TY's Ty's is a small neighbourhoodly bar on Christopher's street that generally caters to older clientèle, everything about it is great. Friendly staff, customers, funny and welcoming locals and in a perfect location, Greenwich Village. I went in on a Wednesday, quite night, so it wouldn't be too over whelming. I went up to the bar where there was a free stool in between a bear and a daddy(perfect position ) The bear immediately introduced himself to me and made reference to what I was wearing, not being appropriate. I had only a jacket and it was freezing outside, it must have been the end of March, but it was cold as hell. I didn't have a big coat to pack with me because Ireland's version of hot and cold, is probably mild in America. Luckily the bar was nice and toasty, but even if it hadn't been. Mr. Bear began rubbing my arms and shoulders. "Tanks" I said dropping the (h) from "Thank You" as us Irish often do. "You're Irish?". Suddenly a few people turned away from the TV to talk to me. They noticed I was the youngest in the bar by a good few years, many began asking me questions like "Are you lost?" as well as telling me about bars where there were people more my age group. I'm 25, but I started to feel like a little kid. I was getting all this attention for the first time, never quite had it before. It was great! I engage as many people as I could in conversation but I was really being bombarded by these lovely people. "This is God's waiting room, you know that?" I laughed at this remark. It had come from the Daddy to my right. Short white hair and a grey goatee, broad but short, friendly and funny. We chatted for a while about an assortment of topics before it got to sex. We talked about what we were both into and he called himself a bit of a pig. I had a hard time picturing this because the guy I was talking to seemed quite sweet. He mentioned The Eagle as being a place to go if I was looking for sex "or there's always my apartment" he said jokingly. "Ok" I said, I could tell he was taken aback slightly. I don't think he expected me to be quite so up for sex. We finished our drinks and caught a taxi heading to his place. His apartment was big and expensive looking, near the financial district towards the south of the Island. We went into his room and he took his shirt off and to my surprise I had realised he had been hiding a rather muscular physique. I felt as if I should be doing some push-ups or something. Then after whipping his boots and socks he beckons me over "C'mere boy" his tone of voice had changed completely, no longer was he a happy-go-lucky bar goer, he sounded gravelly and ready to pounce. I walk over and knelt down in from of the bulge behind those jeans. He unzipped, takes out his cock, and I greet it with a kiss immediately. He puts one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the top of my head and begins to guide my face closer and closer, until his cock is in my throat and my nose is inside his jeans, buried in his fresh pubes. Then he starts to thrust. The callouses on his hand(presumably from lifting weights) rub against the back of my neck and make me tingle, I remember that feeling like it was yesterday. I'm forever remembering little quirks like that, those are things I tend to enjoy most. At this point he's thrusting his hips forward, I'm swallowing back spit and massaging his cock head at the same time, he seems to enjoy that. After a while of fucking my face he takes his jeans off and lies back on the bed. "Lick Daddy's ass boy" I oblige, it's one of my favourite activities, his hole smells clean but it's sweaty. I imagine him sitting on that bar stool for all those hours and me cleaning Daddy's sweat, and making him feel good. I take turns licking his ass and sucking his cock and balls, using my tongue like a blind man's stick. Never lifting it from his skin. "Yeah boy, you daddy's little pig?" I nod "Uh huh" is all I can mumble with a mouth full of dick. "Get on yer back" I lay on my back. He yanks me by both ankles so my ass is in the air and I'm all folded up "Mmm hmm" He squeezes my ass cheeks while stretching them apart, then he spits on my hole. At this point I'm in heaven, his strength really impressed me, where did this beast come from? He stand on the bed and mounts me, I hold his ankles for balance. His cock plunges down into my hole, one dip, all the way to the balls. It hurts enough to take my breath away. "Take it" I think, he's in so the worst is over. Then he transforms from a human man with sex on his mind, into a fucking jackhammer. This guy's hips had a motor in them, I'm convinced! He fucked me like he was drilling for oil, I got shivers, I felt sick, then I felt like I was going to cum. Thank God his cock was average in size, because any bigger and he'd have split me in two. After about two or three minutes of him pounding my guts, he switches my over to doggy, and continues at the same pace. He had some stamina. He hooked me in some kind of full nelson and let me have it, then noise and feeling of his balls slapping my ass was incredible. "Where do you want me to come boy?" "Where ever you want" I reply in a shallow breath. He pulled out, came on my hole, then stuffed it back in to squeeze out the last few drops. Fantastic. I fell asleep in his arms. Stonewall What an odd night this was. I had been to Ty's a few times now and was making friends with the locals. "Why don't you check out Stonewall?" says a new acquaintance. "Why not?" I thought, I had already been briefed on it's history and it's only down the street. So I go down to see what all the fuss is about. Stonewall is a lot closer to what my preconceived idea of a gay bar was, tacky music, flaming queens all that jazz. I sit up at the bar. The barman, a middle-aged very touchy, very friendly man serves me a beer, and popcorn of all things. I started chatting to a guy who tells me he's an author. If I had a dollar for every author I met in New York. He kind of looked like Val Kilmer actually. Anyway after a drink or two, the barman is pushing us closer together, forcing our heads towards each other trying to make us kiss, which we do. As we are making out the barman puts Val's hand on my cock through my jeans. "This is so odd" I thought, I had heard of barmen playing cupid, but it was as if he was looking for a show. I ask him if he want's to hook up. He tells me he can't as he has a boyfriend. I'm not fussed as he isn't really my type. He leaves. I finish my drink and think of doing the same after I head to the toilet. when I get back there are two girls beside my chair I go to pick up my jacket. One of the girls(very attractive) pinches my cheek "You're so hot, I wish you weren't gay" she says in a funny accent(they were both french canadian) "I'm not" I replied with a lightning quickness. I'm bisexual, so technically I was telling the truth, with a slight omission in order to get me laid somehow. I hit it off with these two girls and before I knew it, it was closing time. They invite me back to there hotel and tell me they have beer. YES! I'm excited to see where this goes but confused at the same time. Am I getting into a threesome here? "This'll be a good story for the boys back at home" I think. By the time we got outside to get a taxi, two guys had joined us. I have no idea where they came from, they didn't know each other, my only guess is they also met the girls at some stage in the night. One guy was skinny tanned, Italian American looking late 20's very charismatic. He lived here, the rest of us were tourists, the other guy was a clean cut Norwegian guy, who had his eye on the girl I was hitting it off with. He had no chance I thought. She was really giving me the signs. Anyway for whatever reason they were part of the group now, so we all hopped a cab back to their place. When we get to the hotel room, I'm surprised by how small it was, I didn't know they had rooms this small in Manhattan, One double bed and an en suite. "How is this going to work?" I thought, I began imagining some orgy of sorts. I start with the kissing and heavy petting of the french canuck, not concerned with what the others are doing(drinking and talking). I get tapped on the shoulder, the skinny dude(lets call him slim) wants a word with me in the bathroom. I walk in. He closes the door "Hey man, check out those girls" he says as he confidently whips out a bag of cocaine. WTF? He does a line off of the sink and offers me one. I decline. At this point the girls open the bathroom door and are livid. They tell us the party is over and kick us out. I'm in shock, the whole event happens so fast and is so bizarre. Who are these idiots and how did they come to ruin my chances. As we are leaving the hotel. Slim leans into me and says "You fuck guys too right?". What?? How did he know? What a presumptuous thing to ask. He seemed unfazed by the whole thing, maybe it was the coke. I answer "yeah"; "Cool, I know a place we can go". It got weirder. As we are walking to this place Slim spoke of, which was only a few blocks from the girl's hotel room. Our Norwegian friend(Johan) asks what we're doing, Slim turns around and tells him out straight what's happening, not only that he asks "Are you down?" "Yes sure" Johan replies! What Are you kidding me!?! Did I just go from having a potential threesome with two straight girls, to having a threesome with two guys, is this real life? What are the odds? We get to the second hotel room of a very seedy building in which Slim seems to know the guy at reception, this seems like a sex place. I wonder how many times Slim has done this. He's very coked up at this stage. The room is bigger than the girls' room, haha. Johan wants to know who has condoms, Slim says "It's fine, it's fine." I don't offer up my ass, I have a strange feeling about Slim. We all strip and Slim's cock is a piece of work, thick, long and veiny as fuck. It drew me in like a magnet, I start to suck on it. He's impressed by my deep throat skills, he has a nice thick black bush that I start to get wet. I can here him and Johan making out and I'm on cock duty. "You wanna give me that ass?" Slim says to Johan, "yeah baby" he answers. Slim turns on the TV, straight porn is playing. This is definitely a sex place. Johan gets on all fours on the bed, he's a hairless twink, def not my type, but objectionably very attractive. Slim pushes his monster cock into his asshole, as Johan sucks on my dick. It's hot to watch, but he can only accommodate just over half of the cock, I doubt I'd have been able to take much more if I'd have volunteered. Slim makes due and begins the fucking. Johan's blowjob skills aren't the best so I move to the back of Slim and begin rimming him as he's fucking Johan. He loves it! He lets out a moan and puts his arms behind his head to relax as we treat him like a king. Slim slowly pulls his cock out of Johan, it's clean as a whistle. "Come here come here" he tells us, we both start sucking and caressing his cock, and making out with each other around his dick head. "Aww fuck yeah" Slim is in heaven. It doesn't take much jerking for him to blow a thick load in my mouth, it tastes nice but I don't swallow. I look to Johan, Slim asks him "you snowball?" Unfortunately Johan refused, I was game. Slim shrugs dips two of his fingers into my open mouth then tastes his cum on them. "MMmm that's it, swallow my load" I gulp it down. We go to bed tangled up in each other, kissing every no and again before falling asleep. I awake in the morning with an arm around Johan, Slim has up and left. The place looks sleazier in the daytime than it did at night. Johan awakes and immediately without prompting start to take care of my morning wood. He does a much better job this time. I finish by jerking off into his mouth, he lets it run out of his mouth. I find it hot. We clean up leave the hotel and go our separate ways. I'm not exactly feeling good about the night before, it was just too weird, and I was really up for a threesome with those girls. But as far as consolation prizes go, this wasn't half bad. Nowhere This was another place a guy from Ty's suggested it was close enough to Union Square and are I was familiar with, so decided to see what it was all about, after all at this point I was a gay bar convert. Much bigger than Ty's but not as queeny as Stonewall and I'm thinking this place could be just right. I order a beer and head down to the pool table at the back of the bar, it's a lot darker than the previous two places and the ceiling is quite low, giving it a claustrophobic quality. After a game of pool with a nice man named Ricardo I went back up to the bar to sit and watch. And older man next to me was trying to strike up a conversation with me, however he was very drunk and I had a hard time understanding him. He seemed to speak in metaphors as if he was trying to be mysterious, but it was really missing the mark. I was getting frustrated with him until someone who was sat on his other side basically told him he's had too much too drink. A tall black man who was standing behind me made a joke about this situation, and we started talking. His name was Bruce. He was very smooth handsome, black dreadlocks(short) with a black goatee, well dressed, and very manly. We hit it off, he asked if I wanted to come outside for a smoke. I don't smoke, but joined him anyway because he was hot. I was really enjoying this new way of meeting guys, the spontaneity of it all bet scrolling the internet for a guy who might no show when you're supposed to meet. This was cool, different. "We should grab some beers and head back to my place, I'm just around the corner" That was fine with me, if he insists. He led the way. We got to his and put on some music. "You want a hit?" he said as he held up a little glass pipe with pot in it. Usually it does nothing for me, but I was in the mood to mix it with sex and see if I'd enjoy it more. This would be a nice of first incidentally. First time being with a black man, first time mixing pot and sex. Boy did it work a charm. As everything began to tingle we started to make-out for the first time that night. His tongue was thick, wet and knew its way around. So did his hands, guiding my hands to where he wanted them, his crotch, his neck, up his shirt to feel his skin. My head is feeling light at this point and his takes of my shirt and pants, rolls me back and begins to use his talented tongue on my ass. It feels delightful. He has a long tongue. My ass opened like it was taking a dick. He moans with his tongue buried in my ass, that deep moan vibrates my whole body. Is this the pot, or is this man made of silk? "Come here suck my dick for a while" Yes sir, one of my favourite activities. I pulled down his pants as he took his top off. I peel down his underwear, wow. A nice fat uncut cock, nothing surprising, but big none the less. I wrap my lips around it and breath in. There is a very strong smell of sweat from his dick and balls, very enticing. I suck it down and massage the head with my throat, I try to stick my tongue out to lick the balls at the same time, it makes me gag. "MMMMMNNNYEAH That's so fuckin hot" He likes it when I gag, knowing that makes him feel good I position his cock at an angle, so that when he pushes his dick down it hits my gag reflex. Now he's in control of when he wants to gag me. He has fun with this as I can hold my breath for quite some time. He says he want's my ass. He goes for the natural lube, simply spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock before inserting it into my hungry ass. I was expecting pain, this was another first, first time fucking without lube. To my surprise it didn't hurt one bit. Although his cock was quite large, it was soft, not flacid, but spongy. It felt amazing going in. He starts to fuck me on his couch. I'm bent over the arm of the couch while he stands, a position he dictated. He fucked good, not too fast not to slow and getting that nice pop pop pop sound on every thrust. Before long, we were both laying on the couch, on our sides, me with one leg in the air him drilling deep. The pace was picking up. I was rubbing his body all over. I like to get quite tactile, unless the guy isnt into it, then I'm just as easily happy being used like an inanimate object. He liked the touch. He were both now covered in a thin later of sweat, I was enjoying rubbing the sweat off of his body onto my face, covering myself in his scent. That strong sweat. I could feel that he was approaching climax, so I pushed against his thrusts to milk that cum from him. He grabs my hips and lets out a loud moan as he pumps one into me. We lay on the couch for a while, with his dick still in my, twitching every so often. I could lay like this for a long time. He pulls his cock out of me and jokingly pushes me off of the couch to the floor. As if to say "I'm done with you, cumdump" what he actually says is "Lets go to bed" Laying in bed I feel nicely stoned and satisfied, I'm ready to go to sleep. "Turn over" I turn over. "Stay still". Ok. He slides his dick into again. How he has the energy is beyond me. He starts to go for it, holding my hips and fucking my still body. I start to breath heavily, a few small moans and groans escape me. "Ssshh play dead, play dead" "Wow, this is hot" I think. I go limp and play dead like he says. He fucks another load into my lifeless body, much more aggressively than last time, although it doesn't hurt at all. I could fall asleep like this. If I wasn't so horny. We kiss a little before nodding off. I saw him two more times before the trip was over. If this is what gay bars were like, I've been really missing out.

jtonic, it is extremely hard in the beginning. No question about that. I read your posts and it literally feels like I've gone back in time five months. It feels almost like I could have wrote those posts for you. But I will tell you this... I have come a LONG way in five months. I hope you will also come that long way. It may take you longer than five months, it might not. Everyone copes differently. Some say that HIV will shackle you in life. I say that HIV will only shackle you if you let it. The way you live with HIV completely depends on how you choose to live with it, the attitude you take to it. My attitude is basically this: "HIV is a condition I have. It will be well-controlled with medication and the guidance of my doctor. HIV is NOT who I am, it is not the definition of me. Many people have been down this road long before me. I am not alone. I am young, I am free, and I have a long exciting life ahead of me. I have no regrets about my past and I forgive myself for any mistakes I have made. My past will not be dwelled upon. My future will not be compromised or dictated by a controllable virus. I am a stronger and better person since I have found out I am HIV+, certainly not less of a person. I thank God every day that I have been faced with this obstacle in the year 2014 and not 1994, or even 2004. Whatever issues that may come my way in the wake of this condition, I will fight and I won't give up, and I will help others who are in the same boat as me." You will learn to adopt these attitudes as time goes on. It may seem daunting right now, but you will get there. I didn't think I would, especially in such a short period of time, but I did. Also, you have mentioned your concern about taking meds every day and you are worried it will be a constant reminder of your "stupidity." I just started taking meds about 5 weeks ago (Stribild, a one a day pill). I was worried about it too when I first started. Dude... It is the easiest thing in the world. Some guys I have spoken to have a timer set on their phone to remind them to take it every day at the same time. Though that's not a bad idea, I prefer not to do that. I just take it first thing in the morning around the same time when I wake up, then eat something small. I forget about it after. It doesn't bother me or start my day off with any negative reminders. I also have not forgotten once to take it, not had any mid-day "oh shit I forgot" moments. You will be fine man. Trust me.

If someone asks me to fill them up and they know the risks and we agree, I do the deed - Plain and Simple :-)

least you could do ? .... damn ... so would love more ............. damn pipe ...

If I have to choose I would say the tops view, but to be honest as long as its a story about stealth I don't care, just how one of the guys slips the condom off and spunks up the other guys unsuspecting hole.

seems I switched the balance a bit for the top who do it like me

Hey men - was going to put this in the Where did you give get your last load forum- but then thought this was a better location I have crap days off from work- bitched about it before- but Tuesday and Wednesday are not the hottest hook up days. I was online all day Tuesday on all the sites- A4A,BBRT,Asspig, etc. Nothing- a few hello messages- but mostly from men 200+ miles away, or fellow bottoms just bored. After a long day of nothing, I decided to head south to Miami and the latin bar with the fun patio. I wasted way too much time at home looking for the test lube I am using, never able to find it, and finally gave up and made a fast batch of J Lube up; then tossed a small jar of vaseline in my pocket just for good measure. By the time I got there, happy hour had ended by 5 minutes, dammit ! Bought a beer and after a little talking with the new bartender ( sweet, cute and shy) I hit the patio-- and then the patio hit me! Seems the owners dog had died a day or two earlier, and in a sentimental move he buried it out behind the bar patio. Unfortunately, not deep enough and with the Miami heat and humidity, the patio REEKED. I stayed for about 2 hours, but the smell and the energy were definitely not there. Wednesday picked up where Tuesday left off- I was all hosed out and if I had strung pork chops around my neck and laid down at the dog pound I don't think I would have gotten a sniff! I gave up and called a FF brother to see if he wanted to do lunch- we met and hung out for an hour shooting the breeze. He needed to run errands, and I was still horney as all hell, so got back online when I got home. After an hour, I finally had a guy who was ready to play. Gave him the directions, and he was on his way. As he was coming over, a FF regular hit me up- I explained the issue, and he was good with waiting a bit- so we set up plans for an hourfrom then. 1st guy arrived, and we used the fuck bench and the sling in rapid order before he loaded my ass nice and deep. He washed up and left thru the bedroom/driveway side door, and I got online with the FF bud and let him know I was open and ready, and if he worked my hole sloppy open I was taking it back to the bar in Miami for a redo. He walked over ( hmm, now I know he must be a neighbor ) and came in thru the same door- ( I need to put a revolving door in there) I sucked his uncut meat for a while, then we hit the sling and for 20 minutes he dildoed and fisted my hole, then he put a rubber on and fucked my ass until he came. As is our agreement, he rubbers at his preference, but I get the used rubber pushed back into my ass after he pulls out. So I pulled my legs back over my shoulders and pried my hole open for him , and he pushed the rubber in nice and deep- then washed up and headed home. I tossed on a jock and some cammo shorts, a white sleeveless t shirt that has "FUCK MY ASS HARD AND DEEP" on it, some construction boots, and raced to Miami with the 2 men swimming around in my hole. The bartender was pleasantly surprised to see me again ( I am generally a once a week visitor) Got a beer ( happy hour too!) and he told me the patio was perfect - no smell and everything had been corrected! Then he focused on my shirt and a big grin came across his face. I headed for the patio, and damned if he wasn't right- the patio had no bad odors, and a good number of men there for this early. I was on a cock in less than a minute- older guy and he got close too quick, so he bent me over and fucked quick and left. A guy watching took my mouth as soon as the 1st guy left, and fed me a load. I love the end of happy hour- the guys are in a hurry and all the pretenses are gone. After the 2 in quick order, I went on back to the lighter area of the patio- a guy there read the shirt and began rubbing his crotch, so I moved over by him and he fed me his meat, shoving a hand into my shorts and feeling my hole. He was hard in my mouth, and fairly soon was hard in my hole and power fucking me - a few guys watched, and soon he announced he was close- so I made sure to advertise and I told him to plant his load as deep and hard as he could - which he did with some fanfare ! A black guy had moved in and I sucked him for a little bit- he was digging in my hole with 2 or 3 fingers- not sure if he was just fingering or scraping my guts /pinching the ass lips as I was totally focusing on his cock - at the angle i was in it was a close call not to hit the gag reflex, so ... After playing my ass open, he fucked me and gave me at least one load- he stayed in and I though at first he had cum, or then maybe he was going to piss in my ass, then he began fucking hard and fast again- I know the 2nd time he unloaded as he fed me his cock and cum was still oozing out from it. After a beer break, I came back out , and the feeding frenzy went into overdrive. Ilost track of cock and cum, but I know I ate a lot of cock, most were buffet samplers- suck but no semen- and was fingered and fucked untold times, before calling it a night- walking out of the bar with the ass of my shorts saturated with cum and lube