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Me and my boyfriend finally decided to do bareback and the sex was so much better. He just used spit to fuck me it hurt but felt so good at the same time. I never came so hard in my life. I love feeling his cock shoot a load deep inside of me.

Last Monday I was in Lisbon and really wanted to breed an ass. Grindr was pretty boring, but after a while a 19 year old guy responded. He was slim, good looking, and had a beautiful bubble butt. I immediately wanted to blow my load in his ass. So I contacted him, but instead of small talk the guy cut to the chase, saying he was an escort, his rate was 40 euro for a fuck, and when asked, he responded he only fucked Safe. Shit. I was pissed. But as I really wanted it I went for it, but decided I would only fuck him using spoiled rubbers, so I prepared a rubber by piercing it with a needle. Invisible, but effective. Arriving at his place I was very well pleased. The boy was hot indeed. When i arrived at his place, I was not disappointed: the boy was hot. Not only did he look his age, he was 1.75 meter in height and 60 kg, and his ass was as perfect as his Grindr profile suggested. Well, we got down to business. He began by giving me a light small massage, and then I decided it was time to fuck his ass. I removed the customized condom from my pocket, made a show of opening the cellophane, and even allowed the kid to slip it on my cock. He never caught-on I had tampered with the condom. After a few minutes of fucking the condom was still intact, so I began wondering if my efforts would be in vain, then I distinctly felt it snap, and, of course, the pleasure quotient immediately doubled. There's nothing like barebacking a guy's ass. After some more fucking, by now essentially fully bareback, I could tell I was about to cum, and I warned the kid as much. "Shoot your load in my ass, and don't stop fucking me," he instructed, not realizing, of course, I was actually barebacking him. The knowledge of this pushed me over the edge, and I shot my charged load deep in his ass. When I pulled out I had to play the game, so I said "Oh, shit! The condom broke!" Looking over, the guy saw the broken condom around my shaft. "Shit," he responded, but added "don't worry, I won't give you anything. I always fuck safe." I was inwardly very pleased he was negative. Pulling on my clothing, I left him with my poz load in his ass. This was the first time I had stealth-fucked a 'safe-only' bottom, and I can honestly say I loved it. I need to do it again, and soon. Now, please keep your fingers crossed, and that I pozzed him. I'll know I was successful if his profile to 'bareback escort'.

After my time in the sling, I decided to head over to the maze area, which is a two-storied affair with with lots of closets, rows of glory hole areas, and also contains rooms with tables. It even offers a theater with a large table in the center, all very dark, just enough lighting to see shadows. I stripped to my jock and walked through, catching a couple of admirers. I walked into one of the larger rooms with a table and bent over it. Within a minute I felt a couple of hands roaming on me, then a lubed cock rubbed against my hole and pushed forward. The guy wasn't all of the way hard and had a little trouble getting it in but once inside, it got stiff. He fucked me slow and even for a few minutes but pulled out before cumming. Someone, I couldn't tell if it was the guy who just fucked me or someone else starting eating my ass, and did an outstanding job. I was shaking and moaning it felt so good. When the ass licker stopped, I went forward on the table and rolled onto my back to rest my shaking legs. When I looked up there was a crowd of six or seven guys watching. I had no idea who had done what, which was hot. A guy stepped from behind the guys in the front and walked up until my legs rested on his shoulders. His cock was already rock hard when he rubbed it against my stomach. I wrapped my hand around it. I should say 'I tried to wrap my hand around it, but as it was really thick and probably seven inches long, it was almost too much for my grasp. The crowning touch was the cock head was already wet with precum. With the ultimate politeness he asked if I was okay raw or wanted a condom. When I answered raw, he replied "I wanted to make sure because I'm not negative." My cock jerked and I moved his dick down until it touched my hole and rubbed it around. My ass was slick with lube and a load or two so he didn't need anything additional. He eased forward, filling me perfectly with a little burning from the stretch. He gave me a few seconds, knowing the extreme thickness of his cock could do damage, I imagine, and when he sensed I was ready, he started withdrawing and pushing it back in. I virtually literally lost my mind from the sensation and I think my eyes rolled back. I started lifting my ass to meet his strokes and telling him how good his cock felt, and I meant every word of it. He sped up a little and I could start to hear the slap of his thighs against my ass. The noise drew a few more onlookers and I saw more faces getting close to watch. Since he said he wasn't negative, I wanted no doubt on his part and as he pumped my hole hard I started, asking, more like begging him to cum in me. I think he was trying to be nice and was unsure or hadn't made up his mind because the first time I asked for his load, he started fucking me even harder. Then came the part that gives me that natural high. He stabbed his cock in very erratically a few times and went deep and pulled hard on my legs, making sure he was claiming every inch of my hole. I felt his dick swell just a bit and start jerking hard as his cum emptied into me. He stayed in me until his cock stopped pulsing and eased out. "Thank you Sir," I said, loudly enough to make sure he heard me, but before I could see him walk away, another cock was pushing into my needy hole.

Horned up day yesterday, so dropped by the local ABS that has some glory holes for some action. I walked about looking at the guys leering in the hallway, and a sexy black guy and I made eye contact as we entered booths across the hall from each other. He saw me come out of my booth and he also came out to follow me. We went into connecting booths with a connecting glory hole. When he saw me kneel down at my hole, he dropped his pants and took out the thickest cock I have seen. Wow, so sexy big thick black pole. He presented it to the hole and I opened my mouth and began to suck. I could only get a small length of it in my mouth, my jaws stretched to take him. He began to pump back and forth fucking my mouth so I dropped my pants and presented my ass to the hole. That's what he wanted, but could only get the head of his cock into my hole. It hurt so good and I tried to sink back on his shaft as much as I could, but still could only get about 2 inches into me. Then I cold feel him stroking his cock as he kept his cock tip in me, and then I felt his squirt up in me as he came. The extra lube allowed me to slide more of him into me and i knew I was about to split. As soon as he was done and withdrew, I turned around to suck him clean, but he was already wiping it with a paper towel. I could see it had blood on it now too and since my ass stung, I was sure it was my blood. He leaned down and said thanks, and I asked what his status was. He said he was poz, so I should get to my doctor soon. I asked if he would like to fuck me next week and that I would like to try to get more of him into me. He asked if I was poz and I told him I was a chaser, so he agreed to fuck me as much as I want, and give me what I wanted. Finally a guy who will knock me up.

DALLAS - Always a great place for BB fucking! Stayed in the Market Center area and found an anonymous cumdump taking loads 3 hotels down from me. He's 28 and smooth and hot. When I got to his hotel the door was locked, not what I was expecting. So I knocked. When the door opened but no one was in sight, I knew we were good. He was hiding behind the door and he greeted me with nothing but a smile on. Cute body. About 5'5" and thin. He dropped to his knees and undid my belt. He pulled my cock out and worked it til it was hard. Then he stood, lubed his ass up, and inserted my cock. I fucked him for 10-15 minutes before nutting in him. He later told me he's from Miami, pretty close to where I'm moving to! Next I found another cumdump about a down from my hotel. He agreed to the ass up, face down scene as long as I'd rim him. NO PROBLEM! He had a great ass and his body was more defined than the first cumdump. I fucked this guy for a long time since I'd just cum not too long before. I came in his hole but my cock stayed mostly hard. He seemed to want to jerk himself off so I kept sliding in and out of his hole and he played with his cock. Then his phone rang…. it was the next top. I dressed and let myself out, literally passing the top on his way into the guys hotel room. Too hot. Next there was a guy on my FUCK BUDDY LIST that I texted. He's an anonymous Latin cumdump that I've fucked the last 2 times I've been in Dallas. I pretend like I'm married, I think he likes that a lot. I told him "my wife is gone til about 8pm, I'd like to fuck you again." He said yes and when I told him I love cummy hole's he agreed to take a couple of loads before mine! I love that! Sure enough, we arranged a time and I had to wait about 5 minutes for the preceding load to zip up and leave!! Freshly bred ass. Love it. He was as hot as the first 2 encounters I've had with him! Nutted him really good. in the meantime, I was hit up on Grindr by and "18 year old" black kid. He has a smoking hot body and is very cute in the face (baby face) and had a nice cock. He said he wanted to fuck me. I told him I only take raw dick. His response…. "no problem." OK! He said it had to be at his hotel (across the freeway from mine) but he couldn't host in his room. WTF!? Where are we gonna fuck? The bathroom in the hotel lobby was his suggestion. Eh, what the hell, why not? So I found this bathroom in the VERY public lobby area. There he was, waiting for me in the only stall. Thank goodness the stall walls basically went all the way to the ground. It was a spacious stall, like one of the handicap ones. He asked me to suck his dick, which I did. We were alone for only about 30 seconds before a dude came in to piss. So very quietly I sucked his cock. He literally made me stop after a minute because he was about to cum. OH, to be "18" again! When the pisser left I bent over for him. He fingered my hole and asked me if he could fist me. UM NO. So he slid his cock in…. just in time for another pisser to come in. He fucked me quietly til pisser left. Then the little bitch started fucking me hard and making all sorts of noise as his balls were slapping my ass. I kept calming him down cause I certainly didn't want to be caught for TWO reasons…. ONE --- if I get arrested my job is in major jeopardy and TWO --- I'm not sure he was really 18! So he slid back in me nicely and sure enough, in comes pisser # 3. This guy gets to be present (unknowingly) as I get bred by my "18 year old" top. HE shot a big load too. He pulled out and was still hard. We kissed and redressed as pisser # 3 was finishing up. Then we bolted, happy as could be. Hot session. Thanks Dallas!

Part 4. The Real Men They were all in military fatigues. I counted five men in total, each one bigger and taller than the last. The final two actually had to duck when entering the room to avoid hitting their heads. After letting them in, my brother walked back to the bed and yanked Antoine off. "You say you wanna get fucked by men," he sneered. "Then what the fuck are you doing with little boycunts like this?" Jack pointed to the 5 enormous black men standing behind him. "See these giant motherfuckers here?" he said. "Now these are what I call "real men"; they're the biggest, meanest motherfucking drill instructors the Marine Corps has ever seen. For as long as I've known them, they've been culling the herd by turning out weak whiteboy recruits and pimping them out to ex-con gangbangers who wanna relive the thrill of raping skinheads in prison." "And if they can do that to Marine recruits," he continued, "just imagine what they can do to you." Jack turned to the smallest one in the group. "You take first round, bro," he said, "you know the drill." The man nodded and took off his fatigues. Even as the smallest in the group, this guy was still huge--probably 6'5" or so and over 250 pounds. He was also one of the hairiest black men I'd ever seen. A jet-black thicket of hair covered every inch of his body except his head, which he had shaved bald. His cock matched the rest of his body--huge, hairy, and uncut. The Marine walked over, and without a word, forced my mouth open and shoved in the head of his hardening cock. Even half-hard, his cock was too thick for my mouth. When he tried to push it in more, I felt a searing pain in the corners of my mouth as the skin began to tear. I grunted out in pain, and I heard Jack say, "Hey buddy, why don't we give his mouth a rest? He's drugged up and feeling no pain right now, but his face did get a pretty nasty beatdown earlier." My Marine fucker just shrugged and moved to the foot of the bed. He rummaged through his fatigues, pulled out a dirty rag, sprayed something into the rag, and threw it at my face. "If you know what's good for you," was all he said. The rag was disgusting, covered with reddish-brown stains, presumably from the torn, leaking asses of virgin USMC recruits. There was also an elastic band attached to either side of the rag, like you see on masks, so it was easy to figure out what I was supposed to do. I took a deep breath and put the rag on like a mask. The smell was awful at first, but after a few seconds I began to feel a warm, tingling sensation that started spreading and relaxing every part of my body, including my boy pussy. Without meaning to, I let out a soft moan of pleasure. One of the Marines laughed and said, "oh yeah, baby, this little boycunt's ready now." Two mitt-like hands grabbed my feet and yanked them up, exposing my asshole. I then felt something impossibly thick and blunt brush up against my asshole. Even after two days of being gangbanged by Antoine and his crew, I knew that I wasn't ready for this monster trying to push its way into my pussy, but the pressure against my anus kept growing and growing until my boyhole finally gave in. It was the most excruciating, white-hot pain I'd ever felt in my life. I tried to run away, but between the nylon restraints, the paralyzing spray, and the fucker's vice-like grip on my feet, all I could do was scream into the rag like a helpless little girl as he shoved the entire length of his horsecock up my ass, shredding his way through my insides until I felt his balls resting against my boycunt. The other Marines seemed to get excited by the sound of my screams, and began hooting and hollering "oorah!" Spurred on by the others, my fucker immediately began pounding into my hole like a jackhammer, not giving me any time to get used to his cock. Over the next 5 minutes, the Marine kept on increasing the speed and force of his strokes, eventually building up to an unbelievably frenzied pace that simply destroyed my boycunt. These Marines seemed to enjoy keeping me in a constant state of agony, and hearing my screams get louder and louder. But then, just as suddenly as it had started, the violent fucking went away. I remember hearing a noise (like a bell ringing) followed by one of the Marines shouting something, at which point the pummeling just stopped, the Marine pulled out his cock, and let go of my feet. With the rag still over my face, I couldn't tell exactly what was going on, but after the first Marine moved aside, I felt another Marine quickly taking his place between my legs. "Ready?"asked the new Marine as he grabbed my feet and pulled me back up to position. "Wait, wait, please" I whimpered, "wait; can't we just take a break for 5 minutes, please?" At that, all of the Marines started laughing. "Yo Jack," I heard one of the Marines say to my brother, "didn't you tell your little bro how this works?" I heard another Marine say, "It's a competition, you dirty bimbo. You don't get a break until one of us comes." I still didn't understand what they were saying. Confused, and desperate to delay the next assault on my pussy for as long as possible, I asked, "what do you mean? What kind of competition?" "We're being timed, you stupid slut," said the first Marine, still out of breath. "We each take turns fucking you for 5 minutes," he continued, "and the first one to cum inside your nasty little ass wins." It took a second or two to sink in. "So... you're going to keep fucking me like this until someone comes inside me in less than 5 minutes?" I asked. "That's right," said the Marine on deck, "and we'll keep fucking you like this, for however long it takes, until you understand that for a boypussy like you, the only thing that matters is serving the real men of the world, offering your cunt to any man who wants it, and giving pleasure to any man who claims you." "Now shut the fuck up, little boy" he continued, "and enjoy the next 5 minutes." To be continued.

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 15 Charles seemed to be developing a desire for more in his life than being a single, poz gifter. He was spending a lot of time with Zak, and a bond appeared to be forming between the three of us. Sunday morning, while Charles was fucking another charged load into my hungry ass, Jonathan and Coty’s transformation from boys into hot, POZ, gay, men had begun. Jonathan’s fuck flu was in full throttle. Like the rest of us, as sick as he was he was horny as fuck that his body was being consumed with HIV, and he begged for Ian’s cock in his hungry cunt. Ian mounted Jonathan’s feverish, sweaty body and planted more virus into his hole. It also helped Ian take his mind off his breakup with Brian, and bring him back to what he loved…..poz breeding. Coty, on the other hand, was experiencing a much less intense seroconversion. His symptoms were more annoying than anything. He woke in a pool of sweat feeling wiped out with a headache. During the night his entire abdomen sprouted an unusual rash that looked like a network of fine, raised, red, blood vessels. His arms and elbows were so itchy he felt he could scratch them bloody. While Ian was dumping a load into Jonathan’s ass, Coty joined in and impaled himself on Jonathan’s diseased cock and milked his toxic jizz into his cunt. After popping a Benadryl and dowsing himself with hydrocortisone cream he rubbed out a huge load of poz spunk and stopped scratching long enough to drift off to sleep. When I returned to Milwaukee Sunday night I discovered a feverish Jonathan curled up in bed with Coty. Sobbing could be heard from my bedroom where Ian was in tears hugging my pillow. I slid into bed and held him. He clung onto my arm and nuzzled his head against mine. “What’s wrong, Ian?” “I’ve made a mess of things.” “What happened? Maybe it can be fixed.” Between tears, “Brian knows I’m poz and have been trying to convert him. He broke up with me…….What was I thinking? I was a fool to think I could have it all. I shouldn’t have given him my poz loads. Maybe he would have accepted me being poz and stayed with me. I hoped he would be as turned on by poz as I am, but he never will be and he’ll never forgive me.” “How did he find out?” “I thought I was sending a text to Coty, and I screwed up and sent it to Brian by mistake.” “Does he know Zak and I pozzed you?” “No. I tried to explain why I chased and tried to infect him with HIV, but he wouldn’t listen. He told me to get out.” “Let things settle down. It’s a lot to take in if you’re not chasing. You gave him a taste of poz pig play. Maybe he’ll realize just how hot it is and want to charge up.” “I doubt it. You should have seen him. He was so angry with me.” I popped my head into the spare bedroom to check on Jonathan and Coty. It appeared as though Jonathan was converting, and I was pleased to find my suspicions confirmed. Jonathan was uncovered and sleeping naked. He was sweating so much he was laying on a towel. Coty was curled up next to Jonathan. His stiff shaft protruded from the sheet half draped across his body. I noticed an odd looking rash to his abdomen, something I had never seen, but heard it was a symptom sometimes found in people newly infected with HIV. My dick began to grow. All three of my boys were now poz, and all our play together would be true pig play, because every load being shared was now toxic. I text Zak: “I’m home…..good news: Jonathan and Coty are converting. Bad news: Brian found out Ian is poz and trying to charge him up and dumped him.” “Hot about Jonathan and Coty…..YES!! Not much I can say about Ian…..Tell him I’m sorry. It was hot, but he was playing with fire.” “I know…..it was hot though. Brian did take 5 poz loads, so he may still charge up.” “Woof, babe. I love you.” “Ditto!!” First thing Monday morning Brian contacted his doctor who squeezed him in for an afternoon appointment. While driving to his doctor’s office he pulled up to a stop light. The car ahead of him had two bumper stickers that read, “Take it Like a Man,” and “There’s Nothing Negative About Me.” After checking in at the front desk he sat in the lounge and looked for anything that might catch his attention while anxiously waiting for his name to be called. He saw a display ad for HIV sitting on an end table…. “Know your status…..get tested.” Flipping through the reading material he came across a magazine…..POZ. He skimmed more magazines, and a sports one caught his eye. Brian thought, “Oh that might have some hot pics of men to see.” He tried to pull it from the stack, but it slipped from his hand, fell to the floor and opened to an ad for the HIV medication, Atripla. He sighed and shook his head. Frustrated, he flipped the magazine shut and tossed it back on the table. “Fuck,” He nervously crossed his legs and thought to himself, “Does every fucking thing I look at have to deal with HIV? And why the fuck is my fucking cock half erect? FUCK!!!!” The medical assistant finally called Brian to the exam room. He sat in the corner chair and fingered through the magazines on the counter; finally nothing dealing with HIV. Then Brian glanced around the room, and on the wall was a pamphlet….”Knowledge is power…... “Poz, poz, poz,” he said…..”Thanks Ian….it’s all I can fucking think about now.” Then it dawned on him….even his doctor’s name was AIDS spelled backwards…..Dr. Scott Dias (S. Dias). “What the fuck!!!” he said. Dr. Dias greeted Brian and asked, “So what’s going on?” Brian responded, “Well, I found out my partner has been cheating one me and was infected with HIV. I didn’t know he was positive and we had unprotected sex, so now I’ve been exposed myself to HIV. I need to know if there is anything I can do.” Dr. Dias said, “First the two of you need to only have protected sex. How long ago was the exposure?” “It happened several times over the last few weeks,” Brian said. “Well, it’s too early to test you for HIV. If you show no symptoms after 3 months you should have an HIV test. If you develop symptoms within the first 3 months you should get tested at that time.” “Well, what about PrEP? Would that help?” “You can try it, but there are no guarantees after 72 hours post exposure, and you’re definitely past that 72 hour window. You can try PrEP if you want. It may stop the virus if you’ve been infected.” Brian responded, “So it’s possibly too late already?” then realized his cock was again half erect. He shifted in his seat to try and conceal the erection forming in his pants. (He thought, what the hell is going on? Why the fuck am I boning up again)? “I’d still like to try the PrEP if I can,” he added. Dr. Dias said, “Of course….I’ll write the prescription. And don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” “Fine? I don’t feel fine, Doc. I’m freaking out.” “Brian, you really will be alright. HIV is much more manageable than it used to be. In the meantime, try to relax. Contact me if you have any problems, okay?” Dr. Dias discussed the need to know information with PrEP and sent Brian on his way. Driving to the pharmacy Brian thought about the bareback fucking with Ian. In the past safe sex was all he knew. The past several weeks with Ian played over and over in his head. He remembered asking for Ian’s cum and Ian asking him if he was sure he wanted it. Ian also told him he was giving all of his juices to him. He pictured Ian’s cock firing off poz cum deep inside him and remembered how good Ian’s shaft felt inside of him bare. He loved having cum in his ass. Brian began to cry and at the same time his cock was fully erect. Brian obtained his PrEP and returned home. He took a pill from the bottle and placed it on the dining room table then sat and stared at it. “Why am I hesitating,” he asked himself? “Just take the damn thing.” His shaft again stiffened, and he found himself stroking his meat while the pill remained untouched on the table in front of him. Brian suddenly stopped jacking off, grabbed the pill, dropped it back in the prescription bottle, and shoved them aside. He stared at the PrEP bottle with his hard shaft pulsing and bouncing in the front of him then grabbed his phone and text Zeek: “Zeek, are you around?” “Yep….I’m here….what’s up?” “I don’t know what’s going on with me. I really need to talk to someone. Can we get together?” “Sure….I have time now if that works for you.” “Can I come over?” “Sure.” I sent Brian my address. “See you in a bit.” “Thanks.” I immediately called Ian. “Can you get here stat? Brian just text me. He wants to talk. He’s coming to my place.” “I’m on my way.” “He can’t know you’re here, so park around the corner.” Jonathan and Coty were upstairs in bed still symptomatic going through their seroconversion. Ian arrived, and when Brian pulled up to the house I told Ian to hide in the entry hall closet. As he stepped in he chuckled, “I never thought I’d be going back into the closet.” He could not only listen but see us through the slatted doors. Brian sat next to me on the sofa, obviously very distraught. He nervously said, “Please keep this to yourself, okay. I didn’t know who else to turn to.” “Of course,” I said. “What’s wrong, Brian?” “Well…..Ian and I broke up.” “I’m so sorry, Brian. What happened?” (I glanced at the closet where Ian was hiding). “I found out Ian’s been cheating on me. He’s been barebacking with poz guys and now he’s poz too.” (I played dumb) “Oh, wow.” “He has some turn on for poz that he said he tried to resist.” I put my arm around Brian and rubbed him on the shoulder and felt my cock twitch in my jeans. “That’s a lot to take in at once.” “That’s not all.” Tears dripped from Brian’s cheeks. “We started barebacking together. He was purposely trying to infect me. He said he hoped I would have the same turn on for poz.” I could see Brian’s cock was fully erect down his pants leg. “Did he cum in you?” Brian’s cock throbbed, “Yes, several times, and my doc said I’m outside the window for PrEP.” I put my hand on Brian’s thigh, and my own dick was now boned up. I brushed lightly against Brian’s hard shaft, “So how do you feel about that?” His meat throbbed, “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “Could Ian be right? Deep down are you actually turned on by it?” He defensively said, “No, what? Why would you even say that?” I slid my hand up his thigh and across his hard meat, “Because your cock tells me otherwise.” His dick flexed against my grasp. He firmly replied, “Of course I’m not turned on by poz.” “It’s okay if you are, you know. What’s so bad if you are?” I continued to stroke Brian’s cock through his tight jeans, and I could feel a wet spot of precum forming on his pant leg. “Because it’s HIV.” “Yes it is, but I can understand why Ian did what he did. Very uninhibited bareback sex. A total release of his inhibitions taking all cum no matter what. I bet it you enjoyed taking his cock raw and his cum too.” Brian didn’t reply. His cock said it all throbbing rock hard. “Your cock again tells me I’m right.” “Are you sure your anger isn’t towards yourself because you actually enjoyed taking his poz cum?” “No…..I mean…..I don’t know. I’m confused by all this.” “Could it be the idea of cutting loose no matter what, taking poz cum and charging up turns you on?” Brian’s cock stiffened even more. It felt as though he could shoot his load at any moment. “No…..Ah……I don’t know anymore.” Brian slumped onto my shoulder and cried. I put my arms around him and glanced toward the hall closet with an evil grin. Brian’s tears soon stopped, and he let out a deep sigh. After a moment I felt his lips against my neck. He kissed me again on the neck. I again grasped his hard cock, and he whispered in my ear, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like having sex with you.” “Then let’s find out.” “But I may be poz,” he said. “I don’t care,” I said and locked my lips with his. I pulled my shirt off then stripped Brian of his clothes. His cock slid deep into my throat as I fingered his ass. “You want my shaft inside you?” “Oh, fuck…..yes, I’ve always wanted this.” I flipped Brian over onto his knees and buried my face in his ass. “What a fucking sweet hole,” I said then continued to munch on his cunt. My cock strained against my jeans begging to be released. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my meat out. With plenty of spit I lubed up my shaft and thrust the head of my cock into Brian’s ass. Hidden in the closet, Ian pulled out his rock hard cock and began stroking his shaft. Brian moaned and arched his back burying my rod deeper in his hole. “You like that meat in you raw, don’t you?” “I do, yes…..fuck, it feels incredible.” I plowed the entire length of my cock into Brian’s shitter and began to fuck him hard and deep. “You like cum in your cunt, don’t you?” “Yes, I admit it. I love it.” “Want MY cum in your cunt?” “Yes, please.” “I’m close to seeding you. You love being bred, don’t you? Taking poz cum. Being a cum pig.” “Yes, I love it. Cum in me.” “Here is comes pig. All of my POZ cum.” “Oh fuck,” Brian exclaimed. Hearing my poz status his meat instantly exploded; firing off a huge load a good 3 feet across my sofa. At the same time my cock expanded and throbbed repeatedly. “Take my poz cum…..feel that shooting in you? I’m breeding your ass right fucking now with my poz seed.” I kept my shaft buried in Brian’s cunt. Overwhelmed with emotion he again sobbed. I slowly worked my cock in and out of his hole. Watching me breed his boyfriend’s cunt pushed Ian over the edge and he fired off his poz cum. As I attempted to pull out Brian thrust his ass onto my cock. “Don’t pull out….. please.” My shaft again throbbed deep in his gut. I collapsed on top of him and caressed the back of his head. I whispered in his ear. “Let it go……you know you want this. It’s erotic. Ian wanted it too, that’s why Zak and I bred his sweet ass with our toxic cum.” Brian pressed his ass into me. “Oh fuck,” he said. “You guys pozzed, Ian?” “Yes and he couldn’t get enough of our poz seed.” Ian’s meat remained boned up. He smeared his poz semen down his cock and continued to stroke the full length of his shaft. My dick was again rock hard, and I started to plow into Brian’s hole. “Fuck yes……fuck me. Give me that poz cum.” “You’re going to love being poz. It’s so fucking erotic.” “Yes, Give it to me. Poz my ass up.” I thrust into Brian faster and faster, “Here you go, pig….here’s more of my virus. Take my DNA.” “Fuck yeah,” Brian mumbled under his breath. His cock again throbbed and spewed another puddle of thick cum as I filled his guts with my toxic jizz. Ian could no longer hold back. His shaft throbbed in his grip and another load of venomous juice shot from his piss hole. “Now tell me that wasn’t hot and that you didn’t love taking my poz cum?” “Ok…..I can’t…..I love it and that scares the hell out of me.” “Just take it slow. I had fears too, but they disappeared, and I have no regrets on my decision to poz.” “So who pozzed you?” “Zak.” “Well I can’t deny it is erotic. Poz does turn me on.” After a moment of silence, I said, “You know Zak and I met Ian before you and I got together for our date. Ian didn’t do this to hurt you. He’s hurting too. He cares a great deal for you. He struggled to resist his urges, but he craved to take poz so much and be a total pig. I think he was just trying to be himself….a poz pig, and also hoped somehow he could share how wonderful that is with you.” “I care about him too…… This just scares me but turns me on too. I think I need to talk to him. Thank you, Zeek.” As soon as the door closed behind Brian, I called to Ian, “He’s gone.” Ian flung open the closet door, “Can I come out of the closet now?” I chuckled, “Yes.” Ian jumped into my arms. “Thank you so much. That was incredibly hot.” About 30 minutes later Ian’s phone lit up with a text from Brian: “Ian….can we talk?” Ian was grinning from ear to ear, “Yes.” “Can you come over?” “Yes….I’ll be right over.” “Cool……” Brian greeted Ian at the door, “Thanks for coming, Ian.” “I’m really glad you messaged me.” They sat on Brian’s sofa together. “Let me say this and just listen, okay? The other night when I found out you chased to poz and were trying to give it to me, it was a lot to take in at once. I lost my temper with you, but part of that was because as much as I didn’t want to admit it…..I can’t believe I’m saying this….. it turned me on. I do wish you would have told me about your turn on for poz, but I do understand why you didn’t. I got together with Zeek and it didn’t take much to help me realize this is a turn on to me. He also told me that Zak and him are the ones that pozzed you. So….I’m sorry….I do have a turn on to poz, and I want to explore that with you, but we need to take it slow. It scares me a bit, but I want you to be the one to poz me if you will be my boyfriend again……… And, one other thing that I think will probably turn you on. I ended up getting fucked by Zeek and I took his poz cum.” “Twice,” Ian said grinning. “What?” “You took his poz cum twice.” “How did you know that?” “Don’t be mad, but I saw the entire thing and it was so hot. I shot MY load…..twice.” “How did you watch us?” “I was in the closet.” Rubbing the top of Ian’s head, “Well you certainly aren’t in the closet anymore, you little hottie.” Brian and Ian both chuckled. “So you’ll be my boyfriend again,” Brian asked? “Abso- fucking- lutely.” Brian added, “Well, I guess there’s only one more thing to do right now.” He led Ian to the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. He looked at his bottle of PrEP then at Ian. He grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the lid, dumped the pills into the toilet, and flushed them. “Oops,” Brian said as the last pill disappeared from sight. Over the next two weeks Ian fucked Brian bareback every night. He agreed to ask if he should pull out when he was close to cumming. The first few times Brian had Ian pull out, but the third time they played, Ian again asked, “Fuck….I’m getting close, where do you want my poz seed?” Brian replied, “Don’t pull out ever again. Give me every drop of that poz cum.” Ian plowed into Brian even more excited. “Fuck yes….I’m seeding your ass now,” Ian said between pants. “I’ve been waiting for this. I love giving you my charged load.” From that night on, Ian shot his toxic jizz in Brian’s cunt. A few weeks later Brian was seroconverting. Like Ian and most of his poz brothers, Brian had the intense flu-like symptoms. To celebrate his pozzing, Zak, Brian, Ian, Jonathan, Coty and I got together. We each took our turn recharging Brian’s ass with a potent dose of our demon seed. Brian, Ian, Jonathan, and Coty all confirmed their poz status together. After a boned up morning at the not so free, free clinic with “Dame Edna” and “Nurse Ratched” we all drove to Chicago. Zak fired up his tattoo gun, and Charles joined us all at Zak’s shop. We had a proud, poz, tattoo party. Charles invited two chasers he met online. We all stripped naked, and opposite fucking the two twink chasers and swapping our DNA, Zak branded the four newest poz bros with their own brazen biohazard tattoo. Brian and Ian wanted their ink at the base of their cocks. They both shaved off each other’s pubic hair then watched Zak ink the other with their own mark as proud, poz, gay men. Jonathan and Coty both got their brand to their right hip area, but Coty wanted an added bonus. First he bent one of the twinks over and fired off a toxic load deep into his guts. He then leaned back on the tattoo table. Zak licked the last of the poz cum leaking from Coty’s piss hole then fired up the tattoo gun. Coty watched Zak pull the skin to his glans as tight as possible. His cock was half boned with anticipation. Then the first needle entry and Zak began to carve a red plus sign into the head of Coty’s shaft with colorful flames cascading down the length of his massive cock. While Coty was getting his dick inked, the guys all fucked the chaser twinks, planting 4 loads of poisonous seed in each of their cunts. Zeek ended the night by bending over on the tattoo table while Zak plowed his poz cock into his ass, giving him another load of his daddy’s poz cum. He then took his turn on the tattoo table. Zak slid a receiving tube down Zeek’s piss hole and pierced the head of his cock with a 10 gauge, circular barbell. Now Zak and Zeek not only had biohazard tattoos, but also Prince Albert piercings. That evening was the only time Zeek would wore a condom, but for a different reason. He spotted dark, red blood, enough to fill the tip of the condom. Zeek slipped the condom off and before he could flush it down the toilet, Zak grabbed the condom and shook his head “No.” He slipped the open end of the condom into his mouth and sucked Zeek’s poz blood from the rubber and let it slide down his throat. “Now your blood is in me too, babe,” Zak said and locked lips with Zeek. The next several months brought a lot of change. Charles was a regular fixture at Zak’s, and he finally took the plunge and moved in. We were officially in a triad relationship, even though I was still living in Milwaukee. But that would soon be changing too……… Brian and Ian not only got back together they got married and bought a new condo together complete with the cutest Dachshund named Oscar. He’s even pretty well hung….for a dog that is. By Fall my company downsized, and I found myself out of a job. I called Zak. “Bad news, Zak.” “What’s going on, babe?” “I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands. I just got laid off.” “That’s not bad news….that’s awesome news.” “What do you mean....awesome news?” “I’ve wanted you to move in with me for a long time, and now Charles is with us too. You have no reason not to now. It’s the perfect time, babe.” “I want to, Zak. I really do…..….I need to figure this out. I have my house up here and family.” “And you have us down here in Chicago. We’re your family too, babe. You can sell your house and put the money away.” “I need to find a job.” “Well, you can take your time and find one after you move in. Think about it, babe.” Jonathan and Coty hated to see me leave Milwaukee, but they figured it was coming. I didn’t sell my home after all. Jonathan and Coty decided to move in together and rent it from me (they were always at my place anyway). This way we have a place to stay when Zak and I go visit my parents. Speaking of parents……they aren’t going to take this well. The phone rang several times. “Hello…. Hello….Hello?” “Hi, mom.” “Isaac, it’s good to hear from you. Wait…..why are you calling me? What’s wrong? Are you all right?” “Settle down mom….I’m fine. I called to see if you and dad want to have dinner together Sunday.” “Of course we do as long as you’re not late. You know how your father likes to have dinner on time.” “I won’t be late mom. I’m never late, am I? I’ll bring Zak along.” We arrived for dinner on time….as usual. I know how much my “dad” likes to have dinner on time. “Hi mom….Hi dad.” “Walter…..Isaac is here,” my mom called out……. “Oh, Isaac…..glad to see you. Hi Zak….come in. I see you still haven’t cut that beard off.” She tugged it as he walked past her. “No, and I haven’t had my tattoos removed either,” he said with a wink. “Well, I can’t do anything about them, but I can do something about your beard,” and she pulled her sewing scissors from her pocket. “I used to cut Isaac’s hair all the time when he was a kid.” She snipped her scissors in the air toward Zak’s beard before putting them back into her pocket. “Yeah, and I looked like Donald Trump on a bad hair day. Go look at my picture on the mantel if you don’t believe me, Zak.” “Oh, Isaac, it wasn’t that bad.” “Oh yes it was,” chimed my dad from the other room. “She used to try to do mine too, but I wouldn’t let her.” “Then why did you let her do mine?” “Better you than me.” ….Later, as I was sopping up the gravy from my plate with my bread I burst out, “Mom, we have something to tell you.” “Well that sounds mighty serious. Walter, grab me a Dixie cup and the brandy. I think I’m going to need a stiff one.” My dad yelled back to us, “You boys want a couple of stiff ones?” Zak and I smirked and nudged each other under the table, “Yeah, a stiff one is always good,” I said. “So what is it that you have to tell us? It’s not your health is it? ……cause you never did take good care of yourself.” “I did too take good care of myself.” “Oh yeah? Zak, when he was a kid with that stupid hair cut I couldn’t keep clothes on him. It didn’t matter how cold it was. He would be running around naked. We’d have company over and he’d come walking through with his winkle hanging out. Thank God he had that hair cut to distract them.……Walter, where is my Brandy?” “See what I have to put up with Zak?” My dad walked into the room with 3 dixie cups and a bottle of brandy. “You know, actually your hair looked more like Dennis the Menace than Donald Trump,” my dad commented. “Anyway, mom, dad….. back to the news I have to tell you.” My mom chuckled, “Yeah, Walter he did look a little like Dennis the Menace. Just not as mischievous.” “Mom…..Dad!!” “I’m sorry dear. Go on….you have news to share?” My mom slammed a dixie cup of brandy then set it on the table. “Well, you already know I got laid off from my job, and Zak and I are very happy together, so we are going to live together.” “Oh, so you’re moving to Milwaukee, Zak? Wonderful….. But what about your little store down there?” “It’s a tattoo shop mom not a store, and he’s not moving up here. I’m moving to Chicago.” “What? Walter, give me the brandy.” I looked at Zak, took a deep breath, and rolled my eyes. “Here we go,” I mouthed to him. “I always knew you’d leave me.” “I’m not leaving you mom. I’m going to be with Zak.” “Are you trying to get back at me for that little high school mishap with Sonny or Sean or whatever his name was?” “It was Steve mom, and you outed me to my entire high school class, but no, this has nothing to do with that.” My mom started sobbing, “Then why do you have to move to Chicago, Isaac? It’s so far away.” “Mom, it’s only 90 minutes away. Stop acting like it’s the end of the world.” “It might as well be. We’ll never see you.” “Yes you will…..it’s a short drive.” My dad added, “Well, Edith, you moved 4 hours from your mother.” “Yeah, well that wasn’t the same. She was overbearing…..Zak, sit up straight, see that hump on your father?” My dad said, “It’s osteoporosis.” “It’s bad posture,” my mom replied. “And you have that nice house, Isaac. He can move up here with you.” “Well I’m keeping my house.” “Why can’t you find a nice religious boy here in Milwaukee?....... No offense Zak.” “None taken, Edith,” Zak replied. “Because I’m happy with Zak and want to be with him.” (Thinking to myself) And the naughty boys are a lot more fun. “I knew I should have set you up with a nice Catholic boy years ago….. Uh, no offense again Zak.” “Still none taken, Edith,” Zak amusingly responded. “Mom….you would give some of the drag queens down at LaCage a run for their money with all this drama.” “This isn’t drama….it’s just my emotions,” she balled. We were interrupted by the front door opening and in flew my Aunt Ester. “Hi everyone!! Zak, I thought I saw your car out front.” “Ester, help me talk some sense into this boy. He’s planning on moving to Chicago.” “Oh, I take the train to Chicago every month. My neighbor, Beatrice, and I go to that fabulous Ann Sathers. If you have haven’t tried one of their cinnamon buns, why bother breathing…..Do I smell brandy? Walter, grab me a Dixie of brandy.” “Ester, you’re not helping anything…..you’re making this worse.” Ignoring my mother Ester added, “Chicago is wonderful, boys. I should have moved there years ago. It’s got culture. Milwaukee’s got beer.” “Ester!!” my mom yelled. “And your mother,” Ester added. “Edith you have to learn to let go. Let your boy live a little.” My dad added, “Edith, it’s his life. He seems to be happy, now let him be.” “But he’s my baby,” my mom whined. “Well, your baby’s about to get some culture,” Ester added. “As soon as you get settled, give me a call and we’ll go for some of those cinnamon buns,” and Aunt Ester flew out the door. Zak was crazy busy at the shop the week I moved to Chicago, so I decided to lend a hand. By the end of the week he had an idea. “Hey, babe, I really appreciate your help this week, and you did a wonderful job.” “Thanks, Zak,” as he planted a kiss on my lips. “I was thinking, for the time being why don’t you manage the shop for me? You’re a natural with the customers. You did say you would redesign my online site, and you can start up your own web design business.” “Ah…..now that’s something to consider.” “Think about it, babe. This is the perfect time. The shop is doing great to support us so you can ease into it while you build your clientele.” Over the next ten years I managed Windy City Tattoos for Zak and built a successful web design business. I also became heavily inked, including ink down my cock, pierced my septum, and sized my Prince Albert piercing to 0 gauge. We kept close ties with our extended family in Milwaukee swapping poz loads every chance we got. The guys would stay with us when visiting Chicago. We even stayed at Jonathan and Coty’s house when we went to Milwaukee to visit my parents. Yes, Jonathan and Coty’s house……I eventually sold my home to them several years back. We also added a few boys to the family and tag teamed for chasers wanting to be poz and proud. The local bareback and piss parties were always hot, pig fun, and we even got involved in a few conversion parties. Steamworks was always a favorite pig stop for us to get loaded up with cum and seed a bunch of unsuspecting twinks with our DNA. Taking multiple loads of cum then going home and swapping our poz seed always boned me big time. Then in Spring of 2012 tragedy struck twice in a matter of a few months. On the morning of March 23rd, my father passed away from a dissected aorta…..same thing that claimed the life of John Ritter. My dad was gone in a flash. One minute he was standing at the kitchen cupboard waiting for his morning toast to pop from the toaster, and the next he was dead on the floor. Funny thing…..his toast was still sitting in the toaster the following morning. My mom was devastated, but she eventually sold my childhood home, moved in with my Aunt Ester, and seemed fairly happy. Then on May 27th I received a phone call from an officer, Craig Wilson, of the Chicago Police. Charles, our daddy, died tragically on the streets of boystown. Rumors spread quickly amongst our circle of friends. David heard from Bill that Charles was hit by a car while crossing the street. Brad heard he died from an aneurysm. Wesley was told by Randy it was from choking while eating at a fine restaurant. The truth of the matter is that Charles did choke to death, but it wasn’t while fine dining. Our talented daddy, who could take the biggest cocks down his throat with no gag reflex whatsoever, choked while walking down Halsted Street eating, of all things, a damn chicken mcnugget. Charles had a last request in his will. His body was to be cremated and returned to his poz boys. He wanted his ashes spread at several of his favorite spots so that Summer Jonathan, Coty, Brian, Ian, Zak and I all took an extended vacation. We drove to California through Palm Springs, San Diego, L.A., and then headed north along the coast to San Francisco. We spread a portion of his ashes in each location including Black’s Beach in La Jolla and along Castro Street in San Francisco. The last of his ashes were spread in the ocean along the beach in Canon Beach, Oregon, the town where he was born. Later that Fall Zak and I both got memorial tattoos for our daddy, lover, and gifter. We miss him terribly, but his DNA is part of us forever………… or for the time being……. Fast forward 10 years……a very large meteorite was on a crash course with Earth. It was too large to stop and collided with the planet on April 8, 2022 annihilating all except for a small tribe of African Pigmies, an enormous colony of cockroaches in Italy, two poz cum and piss pigs at Steamworks, and Cher. The End (of everything)

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

The leather bar was crowded with guys in leather or rubber wearing chaps, long and short ones, jocks, different colors of hanky’s and a couple wearing collars. I was more the shy submissive type, but open for erotic scenes with the right person or atmosphere. I was wearing jeans and a T-Shirt, yet still looked cool since I have a nice body, at 6’2, 210 lbs, with a nice bubble butt and 9 inch package, which was hidden in the jeans. After checking the scene trying not to feel uncomfortable, the bartender said, I would have more fun in a hot outfit, so why not check-out the store in the back; he was nice enough to give me a 50% discount card to entice me to go there. After the last sip of beer, I headed to the shop. It was the usual; kind of small with 2 rows of fetish clothes, toys from the small to XL dildo’s & plugs, masks, blindfolds, magazines, lubricants, restraints and so on. I walked about, checked a few prices and admired one of the largest dildos. The sales clerk was hot looking dressed in black rubber chaps, jock, and rubber tank top. He came over to chat and check out what interested me, asking if I liked big toys with a smile. I said yeah, but probably not this big. You never know if you do not try, and asked if I liked anything else in the store. He noticed I liked what he was wearing and eyed me up and down; I think I can find something that would fit you and your character he said. He stated it would be the perfect outfit for me. He saw my hesitation and nervousness and walked to the door and closed it. Smiled and led me to a row of rubber clothes. He picked the short thigh high chaps with two brown stripes down the sides. He convinced me to try them with a bit of protest. The changing area was in the corner with a 3 sided mirror and no curtain. Standing naked, my totally smooth body and shaved cock, balls, and ass surprised him. I had worked my nipples over the years and they were thick and long protruding about a ½ inch. He said I was full of surprises with a wink. He squirted lotion in his hand and massaged my shoulders, back and chest. This helped me slide a very tight rubber tank which only had a small strip of rubber in the middle chest area up to the collar over my head. He chose one which was one size too small which cut under my chest pushing muscle and fat up making it seem as if I had tits and leaving my hard puffy nipples exposed. To finish this off, he pulled more muscle and fat tissue up making more of my tits hang over the tight black rubber tank top. I was getting horny and felt sexy with my cock leaking precum, which he of course noticed. Again the clerk greased his hands and rubbed my thighs and ass, I moaned as his finger hit my hole. The lotion helped the chaps slide up my thighs and fit very snug and under my butt checks. As I looked into the mirror, I could see my bubble butt more pronounced and my tits hanging nice against the black rubber. I liked how white my tits and ass looked against the black rubber. The clerk added a studded rubber collar around my neck and rubber wrist bands with one an orange stripe and the other with a brown stripe. I looked more than hot, but told him I was uncomfortable with the brown and orange strips, which signaled I was into scat and anything goes. He spoke soft and slowly and told me how hot I was, his hands caressed my ass and I slowly bent over. He mentioned how submissive I had become and told me to stay bent over and wait. I could see him in the mirror as he came back holding a fat butt plug with a rubber tube. He was again surprised that the butt plug went into my ass fairly easy, and I moaned loudly to show my pleasure. He began pumping the ball attached to the tube. Instead of inflating I felt hot liquid being squirted in my hole. The plug stayed in my hole as he led me to a chair and told me to sit in a direct manner. I sat down with the plug going in further. He came back with some boots and a rubber jock also with an orange stripe, and asked if I was having fun. The smile on my face said yes, and I felt tingly, warm and relaxed all over. He said my hole could take more than he thought, and I nodded in agreement. As a final touch he had a little dye kit and proceeded to dab my nipple area making a reddish/brown 1.5 inch wide areola. He said it would last 2-3 days even if wet. From another bag he produced a fake tattoo which said PIG and pasted it on my right ass check as I stood up. He said I would make a hot pig slave and asked if I wanted to smoke some T which he had already gave me in my ass. I nodded and we walked to a little storage room where we smoked, or I should say I did. I wanted to stop, but he kept lighting another pipe. I was feeling relaxed and losing all inhibitions as seconds ticked by. He took out the plug and showed me a rubber latex glove. I smiled and bent over to the sounds of latex stretching over his hand and a plastic bottle squirting lube. He handed me some poppers as I felt his fingers at my hole. Normally it takes time to fist me, but he kept the pressure on and pushed hard as I banged forward against the wall. I was gasping and hitting more poppers as his fist past my sphincter. He said to breathe and take and big popper hit. His fist was going half way out and back in as I started to accept and relax. He said to take a deep popper breath up to five seconds, hold it, a repeat 5 times. He counted the popper hits as my head spun. He yanked his fist out and I yelled as he punched it back in hard making me hit the wall in front of me again. He repeated this and after 5 of these hard thrusts his rhythm slowed as he easily fisted me my loose asshole. I was catching my breath and coming down from the poppers as he stopped and he patted my ass. He said he likes sub guys with hungry holes which I took as a compliment. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed a bit open and we shared a few more T hits. I put on my jock, looked at myself in the mirror. Fixed my hair, and was very pleased with orange and brown stripped rubber outfit, tits sticking out with large fat reddish/dark nipples, and a protruding bubble butt. The clerk said the clothes and poppers are on the house, kissed me and put a handful of lube in my ass and said he wanted to dominate me later, I responded with smile and left. I reentered the bar area, walked straight through the crowd, who defiantly noticed a tall guy wearing a collar, pig tattoo with large man tits & nipples and bubble butt looking for attention. The beer tasted good and the bartender complemented me on my outfit, and said love the tits. The rubber tank top pushed them up nice and I could squeeze a large handful. I walked to the side of the bar, leaning a little forward thrusting my ass out. Guys would walk by, pinch it, and a few complimented me on my outfit and colors telling me to follow them to the darkroom downstairs. The T hits took care of my shyness as hands rubbed my butt. As a few fingers found my well lubed hole, they would hmmm and say niicceee and I parted my legs wider, teasing them, moaning as fingers darted over my ass and into my hole. I was amazed how this outfit attracted so much attention. One guy got close to me, whispered in my ear, tongued it, and slowly stuck his long neck beer bottle in my ass, took it out licked it and said he’d wait for me downstairs. I was feeling great, as I walked shaking my ass to the stairs leading to the darkroom. It was dimly lit with a TV showing porn in the far corner. I could barely see shadows of guys. It smelled musky and I could hear butt slapping and heavy breathing sounds. Few guys were on their knees giving blowjobs and others standing against the walls. I walked about and noticed a bed with plastic covers and a few partitions with guys behind them get blow jobs. In the distance I heard more guys coming down stairs. The room was filling up covering what little light there was. I bumped into a sling hanging from the ceiling. It was dark, but I could just see a bit as my eyes adjusted. I stood by the sling taking off my jock and took a few loud hits of poppers which others could hear as I snorted. I felt a hand then a second and maybe a third on my ass, I moaned signaling that I liked it. Other hands pinched my nipples and pulled them hard while I felt a warm mouth on my cock. I said oh yeah, yeah numerous times, moaning, wiggling my ass, opening my mouth as a tongue hit my tongue. Fingers kept going in and out of my hole, sometimes 1, 2, 3, and 4, roughly stretching my hole in the darkness. I was being kissed hard as I felt pressure against my hole and I took a big loud popper hit which signaled I want more. I spread my legs apart and felt a pop as the unknown fist slid up my asshole. Before I knew it I was being raised up with a fist in my ass and placed in the sling; my legs put into stir-ups. I was still moaning and saying yeah, oh yeah. I could see the silhouettes of guys at my side stroking their cocks and the one fisting me. They could hear me taking more popper hits. My hole was making loud sloppy noises as the fister was turning his hand from side to side, in and out. The slings chains were creaking as I was swaying forward and back being fisted slowly. I heard the sound of a squeezed plastic bottle and felt cool lotion all around my hole. Someone stretched my arms back to the side and fastened them to the sling. The stir-ups were moved wider apart allowing better access to my hole. I was completely tied spread eagle at their mercy. My breathing was heavy as I said, poppers, poppers. I felt a capsule under my nose, and the guy said sniff hard which I did, but he said harder and I felt a stinging sensation in my nostril, then another capsule was in my left nostril which I greedily sniff in my hazed state. This was repeated once more when I heard the guy say that ought to do it as he put the T away. My head was held still as a very wet pooper ball was being inserted in each nostril. My head was spinning, I was in a dark haze, breathing heavy and saying oh yeah numerous times as the fister slowly fisted me asshole. My fat nipples were being pulled hard, and two guys were taking turns fisting me, switching left hand to right hand, from slow to fast from punch fisting to slow fisting. The poppers were hitting me hard and I could feel more pressure every second or third punch and then gasped as two fists were jammed in my hole. My body bucked back and forth, they guys told me to breathe slowly while my ass accepts both fists. They also were calling me a pig, squirting more lube in my ass. My nipples were still being pulled as the sling began to move back and forth very slowly. The double fists slowly moved forward and back, only half way out and back in. Stretching my sphincter more than ever and finally the fisting stopped, and the fists were removed. My hole felt the cool air as it stayed partially open. The sling stopped moving, popper balls were taken out of my nose, and I was being kissed forcefully and a warm mouth was on my cock. I was again moaning as a cock entered my stretched out hole. Someone lit a cigarette or a pipe and I could see a long haired tattooed guy fucking my hole and said he had taken T all day and will piss up my hole. Again I felt the warm and tingling sensation. Tied spread eagle to the sling I could not move as two more guys pissed up my hole giving me more T sending my head spinning The sling chains were making noise; instead of being released the front of the sling was being raised at an angle. A light in the distance was turned on, giving a bit more light. I could see a guy taking a large scoop of Crisco and spreading around and in my hole. It felt cool and nice. A pipe appeared in front of my mouth and my balls were squeezed so I inhaled deep and was told to hold it for 30 seconds. This was repeated 3 or 4 times. The smile returned to my face as capsules filled with T was given to each nostril. I was getting off being told what a pig I was as 2 wet popper balls entered my nose again. I opened my mouth wide trying catch a fresh breath of air, but a rubber ball with a strap was placed in my mouth and strapped around my head. This made sure I inhaled poppers with each breath. I could see the grin by the guy smearing large amounts of Crisco and J-Lube from a bottle on my hole. He was grinning as he was lubing his hands and arms. My butt was angled down so he could push straight and up as the sling swayed upwards. I was flying enjoying his fingers. He was telling me to let loose, relax, let the body take it. He was going deep and the poppers were beyond belief. My hole was opening up as he was so gentle. I did not notice he was all the way to the elbow and a bit further as the sling swayed towards him. Others egged him on to fist the pig which turned me on. Pressure increased, but not as before, but I still gasped as his second fist entered my ass. My breathing was very heavy as new wet popper balls were added to each nostril. These popper balls were thicker and stretched my nostrils. Almost immediately my body was bucking and humping his fists. He took this as a signal to give me more. My tits and nipples were being pulled on harder than ever. Of course the guys around were calling me pig, slut pig, cunt, fucking pig whore. I was being punched fisted with two fists and with each sway of the sling my hole accepted more and more of double fisting and my nipples hurt from the stretching. Eventually, my hole gave up resistance and my hole accepted the double fisting with sloppy sounds with each thrust. The noise from farting air, sloppy lube sounds were turning me on and all I could do was moan and meet each thrust. The sling was moving quickly back and forth, as my hole was being abused. My ass was stretching wider as the motion of the sling forced the double fists further in my ass. The onslaught finally stopped and my hole gaped open. Lighters were used to get a good look. I laid my head back, breathing poppers slowly in and closed my eyes. The long haired tattooed guy came back, fingered my sloppy hole, and inserted his fist easily without resistance and he slid his cock along side is hand. He held his cock in my hole while he pissed in my ass while others watched. The Sales clerk was there who whispered in my ear, that I was incredible. The lights came on and he announced it was 4:00 and the bar is closed. A few guys complained, but all slowly went upstairs. I was still hooked in the sling and closed my eyes and enjoyed being naked spread eagle and feeling cool air on my gaping hole. I found out later the sales clerk said he was my master to the guys upstairs and would have a private after hours party for only kinky dominate guys. In essence he pimped me out for $50 for each person that wanted to party. The guys that stayed went into the shop for supplies and come down the stairs. Six guys entered the lit darkroom wearing black rubber masks totally naked. The lights were dimmed, but I could see pretty well, and they looked hot as hell. The clerk came over to me. He also looked hot in the black rubber mask, and said from now on to call him master and I was his slave, who will do anything he says or he would punish me. I said yes master. He unhooked me from the sling, and helped me up. I was shaky, piss and lube was running out of my ass. I was led over to the bed where larger dildo´s awaited my ass. One was very tall, 20inches and 3 inches wide at the top and quickly went to 4 and then 5 inches. I was told to bend over as more lube was added. The dildo was on the floor as I then kneeled on it accepting the upper 3inch wider part easily. I was given a blind fold and left there for a few minutes. I heard the guys tell me to rock up and down, which I slowly did, but only 1 or inches went in and out. My master told me to hold out my arms. I heard other guys light lighters and snort which I assumed was for some T. Master told me I would be buzzing now as I felt a prick in my arm. The rush hit me quickly. A very strong warm sensation, which made we expel my breath. I felt more relaxed and horny than before. The blindfold came off and I heard my Master say to start filming. Here I was, six guys horned up, wearing black rubber masks and me on a fat dildo. As a final touch wet cotton popper balls were stuffed in my nose. Once the rush hit I was humping the dildo, grunting, trying to slide as much as I could down the dildo. The poppers were making my body buck up and down. A cock was stuffed in my mouth which I sucked noisily, gagging as it hit my throat. My mouth switched from cock to cock, grunting. They called me piggy names and I loved it, all the while the dildo was going deeper which I never noticed. Hands would hold the back of my head and they would gag me and throat fuck me. Two guys were fucking the guys I was sucking from behind, hot cum shot in my mouth and Master said to open my mouth to show the cum while they filmed me swallowing. One guy shot his load in the guys ass, and my Master said to eat the load out of the ass. I was grunting like a pig, as a shit covered cock was placed in front of me. I hesitated to suck it as a flogger from my master hit my backside. My mouth opened and the shit covered cock was pushed in. My lips wrapped around the shaft, it tasted bitter, as I cleaned it thoroughly, licking it clean. A hairy ass appeared which smelled of shit and I could see brown smear in the crack. My tongue was out of my mouth ready as I felt a hand on the back of my head pushing me between the dirty hairy crack. The popper balls in my nose hid the smell as I licked deep into the hole. Shit was on my mouth cheeks and chin as I looked up and closed my eyes as hot piss washed my face and I drank as much as I could to wash down any shit in my mouth. I was kneeling as my legs were pulled up and out in front of me. I screamed as my full weight was now on the dildo forcing my hole wider and I slide 5 inches down the shaft. My butt was stretched 5 inches wide and 15 inches deep. The guys were yelling for me to take it, and additional wet popper balls were added in my nose. I was smiling and wiggling my ass as the last inches went in. It was incredible feeling. I was a bit delirious as my Master laid me back on the bed which has plastic sheets. I laid back and the dildo would ease out a few inches, but a masked guy would slide it back in place. My legs were pushed over my head and spread wide apart. A rope from the ceiling came down to tie my legs over my head keeping my ass exposed which was stretched wide with the fully inserted dildo. My Master told one of the guys to go into the store and get the display dildo which he uses as a door stopper. In the meantime the tattooed guy was squatting over my face. I could see his puckered hole and heard the farting as his hole slowly opened. My mouth was open wide as he eased shit out which landed in the back of my throat. I hesitated to swallow until, master hit me with the flogger, but some still eased from my lips to the side of the bed. Master switched punishments and tied my balls tight with a ball stretcher. My balls were compacted and exposed which he abused until I started swallowing shit directly and quickly. The faster I swallowed the less I tasted. The display dildo has a rounded top which was a good 5inches wide, and widened to 6 and 7 inches and was tall as a table; I do not think it was meant to be used as a dildo. Master pulled the dildo out of my ass. It left a huge gaping hole. He asked if anyone need to piss and 3 guys proceeded to piss in my gaping hole. I was more than high and the T piss just added to it. More lube was added to my hole; my hole gave little resistance to my master piston fisting and double fisting me as a warm up for the display dildo. He held the massive dildo with both hands and placed the dildo at my hole and pushed forward and I pushed out, when I stopped pushing out it went in a few centimeters. Other guys were rubbing my stomach, pulling my nipples; the stretch in my hole was not painful, as I was totally relaxed from T and loose. I would grunt and push out numerous times as my master kept the pressure on. The guys were quiet as my hole stretched wider. I totally relaxed my legs apart as the massive dildo was moved 3 inches forward and back. One of the masked guys took the back end of the dildo while my Master kneeled over me with his balls and cock on my nose. I could see his hole puckering as a fart exited. My tongue licked his asshole as he squeezed out a long thick hard log. My mouth opened wide, and the shit filled it completely. He put more popper balls in my nose and told me to bite it off. I sucked on the warm log and bite it and chewed as fast as possible and swallowed a large amount. My legs were still tied wide and back over my head, the massive dildo was rocking back and forth 3-5inches in and out. My hole was adjusting while guys were filming, petting my cock and balls, petting and licking my nipples. Master said good slave while I swallowed the first part of the log and gently patted my forehead and said good slave as my mouth opened for more shit. The tattooed guy mixed a hard T slam which further sent me to the edge. Master got up, picked some shit off the plastic, put it in my open mouth and inserted the rubber ball gag in my mouth and strapped it around my head. He ordered the guys to untie me and pick me up and make sure the dildo stays in my ass, which was only 6 inches in me, to the sling. He turned the music up, gave me more popper balls, and tied my legs spread apart and hands to the sling. The dildo was crotch height and Master held it there as a big strap-on. He moved his hips back and forward, the sling swayed back and forth, my weight in the sling made it come backwards quickly which Master pushed against sending the dildo further in my hole and the sling rocking forward. I was grunting loud and the guys were yelling to take it. My eyes were large; the rubber gag forced me to breathe through the wet popper balls, with each deep breath I was sent to popper heaven. My hole stretched further as the fucking rhythm was increased. Sloppy noises were coming from my ass as he took it all out and forced it back in. My hole stayed gaped open for each thrust. My hole was being ruined and I was enjoying the perversion of it. The party was soon over as I lay still, tired, in the sling. Guys were leaving; I was untied, and helped to stand up. My master brought a bucket of water and gave me a sponge bath. It felt nice as the warm water washed my body from head to toe. My butt was still gaping since I could feel the sponge dropping in my hole as it passed over it. I walked slowly upstairs to put on my jeans and shirt. The tattooed guy, whose name was Jim, was still there and said he, lived around the corner where I could rest. I agreed and was soon at his apartment and on the bed lying on my stomach, resting my head on the pillow. The T was still making me relax and I enjoyed Jim massaging my shoulders, back, butt and legs. His hand would pass over my hole and I would wiggle my ass and moan. His fingers reached my hole and my butt lifted upwards signaling him to enter my ass. We stayed in bed for the rest of the day massaging my hole. At some point Jim was on his stomach, my face was deep in his crack placing my lips around his asshole, he was moaning, and the more I sucked he knew what I wanted as shit eased out. I kept my face in his crack and ate his entire load. Our lives changed as I am a slave to two dominate perverted masters. They keep my hole stretched which is now has a 3 inch long slit like a pussy and my diet contains daily shit. I look forward to each day offering my ass and mouth for them to use.

I have to say that a lot of the porn out there today just comes off as fake and staged. The best porn is from the 70s when guys were natural, hairy, and horny! They didn't all look like they lived in a gym 24/7, not that there's anything wrong with that. I just like the old school porn because I like guys who maybe didn't have the PERFECT body, but were hot and sexy because they were NATURAL! I mean who doesn't have flaws?! We all do. I guess it's just a matter of preference, but I much prefer guys who were hairy as hell and didn't look like they just were greased down with oil. I hate it when guys trim and shave their bodies, yuck. But to each their own, I guess! I wish there were more websites that showed full-length hot bareback porn from the 70s! Its my favorite porn by far!

Agree. Especially if you think that making the world a better place is not expected to be that much fun by most people. But on the other hand, recruiting young talents this way seems to be quite an exhausting business to me - at least on the long run. Just think of all the strength-sapping efforts it would entail - I mean, whew, all those cornflake bowls, toothbrushes, baby bottles and security blankets we'd have to seed to keep the supply of boysluts flowing

The following is based on true events, however some changes have been made to heighten the story. I cannot disclose what is truth and what is fiction. It was a Sunday morning and I was on BBRT chatting to various guys, when a guy I know in Newcastle asked what I was up to. We switched to MSN to save messages, and he told me how he had arranged one of his group parties for that evening. I had often heard the exploits of his parties in which all tops are generally poz, and all the bottoms are generally neg except where he has to make up numbers. This Sunday he'd arranged for a group of neg bottoms to come for an all bareback group session, but two of the bottoms had dropped out meaning there would be nine tops and two bottoms. Given the disparity in numbers, he thought I might want to attend to help make up the numbers, especially given I'm neg, the tops would be pleased. I couldn't really afford to travel so he offered to pay, and I agreed as long as he could get me to the train station for the first train back so that I could get to work. I asked about the other bottoms, and they were both safe sex bottoms, and there was a potential third (who ended up coming). The organiser had met these guys and had condom-only sex with them a number of times, and floated the idea of group sex, to which they agreed. His usual approach was to ask them about group sex, and if they liked the idea would tell them about the bareback group sessions he hosts, but he made it clear he would only extend an invitation to the guys if it was certain they were neg 'cause the tops were very particular about the bottoms, which included the provision the bottoms were not allowed to inquire as to the status of the tops, which meant that he never had to lie. When the evening arrived, I was one of four bottoms. I was also the only bottom who knew the status of the tops. While people were arriving we sat round drinking plenty of vodka and various shooters. After a while the tops started to make their moves and began to strip the bottoms. There were nine tops all aged between 30 and 50, and four bottoms, (three of whom were in the range of 18 to 20, and at 26, I was the oldest bottom). As the night progressed and all the bottoms had taken four or so cocks, the first bottom gave up and left the session, having decided his ass was too sore to continue. I looked disapprovingly as he left as he hadn't fulfilled his responsibility to serve the needs of the tops over his personal preferences.* The rest of us continued playing, and I'm fairly sure up to this point there had been no discussion about status, but when one of the tops noticed blood mixed into the cum leaking from one of the bottom's hole, he slid into the bottom announcing "We have a bleeder, boys!" He pounded the bottom's hole quite roughly, and just before he climaxed, he specifically asked the bottom "You want my load?" "God, yes," the bottom gasped. With that permission, the top spurted deep in the bottom's arse, exclaiming as he did, "Yeah! Take my load boy, take my toxic load. I'm gonna work this deep into your guts so you never forget it!" The bottom pushed him off and got very upset, and saying "I'm neg and want to stay that way. You guys lied to me!" At that point our host intervened, answering "No one lied to you, and not only didn't you ask about the HIV status of the tops, perhaps you should have considered the risks of bareback sex before you accepted the invitation to this session." The other bottom looked shocked, but then when asked if he wanted to continue, he asked who was poz, and when he realized he had taken four poz loads, he remarked "Well, a few more aren't going to make that much difference." In the time at his disposal he managed to take another two loads before he had to make his departure, which left me as the only available bottom. By this point I was the only bottom left, and all the tops were still up to relieving themselves of at least one more load. As a subservient bottom I felt obliged to continue and managed to accommodate each man one more time, one-by-one. When they had all gone my friend asked if I was could manage to give him one more go around. Notwithstanding I was exhausted and my arse had seen better days, I decided the least I could do for the host was to offer up my hole for him one more time. Across the night, I took fifteen or sixteen anal loads, and several more oral loads. By the time I left my arse was quite sore, and blood and cum were leaking from my hole and oozing my leg. By the way, it's been a week. My arse is still a bit sore, but I am certainly glad I accepted the invitation to attend the session.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

So this is a fantasy that's run through my mind so many times I thought I'd share it with you guys. Now I have a real big thing for American men, and I mean big. Nice big American raw cock is something I crave. The wind and the rain are whipping around the house, spring seems so far away. The tv is on but I'm not really paying attention, my eyes are pinned to my laptop, watching my chat buddy from Palm Springs slamming some guy, they're getting off knowing I'm watching and hell am I getting hard watching them. This isn't the first time I've watched Pete slip a needle into a guys vein, straining to watch that flash of blood then the slow push of the plunger, Tina slowly but firmly entering the guys blood, then the cough and the rush. I've seen several times how the bottoms always turn into hungry little whores for Petes cock. There it was, a really clear shot of the flash, wanking my cock hard, wishing it were my arm on the screen, watching as Pete slams me for the first time. From the angle of the shot I can see Petes cock is rock hard, long and straight, the cut head of his cock probably wet with precum. Next thing I know the tornequete is off the guys arm and he's jumping on his host. Pete moves him over to the bed and in one move has him on his back and he's slipping his cock between his lips. Pete likes to get sucked first to make his cock nice and wet, no need for lube when he takes the guys arse. I watch them suck and fuck for a while, think they've forgotten I'm watching, they're both flying. Eventually I can't hold back any longer I can feel the cum boiling deep inside and as I watch Petes raw cock sliding in and out of the bottom guy I let loose a loud groan and a huge load of spunk spurts all over my furry belly. Spent I shut down the laptop and drift off to sleep, dreaming that one day I will meet my american daddy and he will own not just my hole, but my entire body. We'd fuck for days in the California sunshine. A couple of days later my phone buzzes, it's a message from Pete. "So did you enjoy the show the other day". "Fuck yeah, did you have a good night?" "Shit, yeAh was ok, nothing too special, wasn't my hot little Brit boy worshipping my cock". How my hole twitches when he says things like that, and he knows it, he knows how to push my buttons. "Well mate I wish it were me, why are we so fucking far apart". My finger automatically reaches for my hole, teasing it gently. "You could be here, your arm strapped up, a full rig waiting to fill you with lust, you know I have several friends who would love to meet you. I've shown them all the pics of your furry body and hot ass, some are even impressed by your uncut cock but most just want your hole lol" I spit on my finger and shove it deep in my arse, the thought of those American guys wanting me gets me so wound up. Pete knows all my fantasies. "You know I'd be there if I could mate, and you know I'd do anything for you." "I know you would but I know it costs shit loads to get here from England. We'll have to work something out, I need to get you flying and make you the centre of attention for my buds" "Oh fuck I want that so much, you know I'd let anyone fuck me that you choose, would love you to get me real fucked up and whore me out, and I wanna feel your cut cock rubbing my insides as the Tina makes me beg for more" "Hey man, miss Tina is plentiful in this town, you'd make very good friends with her, I might even teach you to slam yourself. What would you say if I told you I could make it happen?" What did he mean? He knows I don't have the sort of cash to get me there. "Oh yeah how you gonna do that? Lol" "Well I haven't really told you all that much about my background. I've been quite lucky in my life and let's just say I'm a man of means" "What do you mean?" "I could fly you out here for a hot week, if I did tho I would own you for the whole week, you would be here to serve my needs, and those of my buddies, I'd treat you well but you would be here for my pleasure" "Yeah yeah, don't tease, you know how much I wanna get fucked up with you. Besides not sure I'd be comfortable with you paying like that anyway". The fantasy is hot but I know that's all it will ever be. Well long story short, two weeks later I'm landing at PSP and Petes mate Steve is waiting for me as arranged to drive me round for a while showing me the sights while Pete gets back from his business trip to San Diego. This guy is obviously lean and with lovely strong looking hairy arms. Pulling into a secluded little spot outside of town I suddenly notice the little bag full of T down by the gear lever. "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs......" Wanna hear more ?

I have been submitting lots of ads seeking doms to come by and turn me from a bi kinky shy dad into a slutwhore by being held down and forced to take some thing like weed, coke, or others but without much success. Recently 'tho, I met up with someone who replied to my ad than really blew my mind away. We arranged to meet at my house while my wife and kids were away. Further I was to be dressed only in white g-string and white socks. George came by and we sat down and chatted. We had already agreed that he could force me to take some Tina and than seduce me. As we chatted, he took out his glass pipe and prepared some crystals in the bowl. When he leaned over to kiss me, I resisted and tried to move away. This got him angry and he forcibly kissed me pushing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. He then lit his glass pipe, took a deep hit, bent over me and kissed me hard as he forced the contents of the glass pipe in me. He took another hit and did the same. He then held me down, pinched my nose as he held the glass pipe directly in my mouth and waited for me to gasp for breath and inhale deeply through the glass pipe. Once he sensed I was feeling the effects of the Tina, he started caressing my nipples, teasing them, before licking and sucking them. My nipples have always been really sensitive but they have never felt so sensitive before. I was writhing with desire as he started caressing me as he continued to lick and suck on my tits. I almost fainted with desire when he started to tease my ass with his finger. I was trying to wriggle my ass so his fingers could work its way in me. All this time he kept asking me if I was ready to be his crystal whore. By this time I was so turned on I was pushing my ass against his fingers as he started inserting first one, then two until finally he had all four fingers in me. I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me to go on all fours and then started to fuck me, doggy style. As he rode me, he kept playing with my nipples. I was feeling so good that I was begging for him to fuck me harder and deeper and make me his whore. He then laid down on his back with his cock standing up. I was so horny by now that straddled him and sat on his cock as I fucked myself on him. As I worked my ass on his cock, I leaned forward so he could suck on my nipples as I fucked him. Oooh, the feeling was just fantastic. I was feeling so horny and turned on. I was now such a slut I was begging for him to make me his whore. He then pulled out and made me suck his cock that had been in my ass which love doing so much I have never been such a nasty whore before for a gay guy, but I just sucked his gorgeous cock without a second thought even though it has just been in my ass. He rammed his cock in until I gagged, but he kept at it, telling me he was gonna make sure I learned how to deep-throat his cock. I was starting to have regrets as the Tina wore out. He than had me lay on my back and as he fucked me with my legs high over his shoulders, he took another hit and lean over and kissed me and exhaled into me. This time I gladly sucked in all I could. He repeated this about five times before sitting me up and making me take a couple more hits directly from the glass pipe. I was feeling so horny from the Tina I was begging for him to fuck me and cum in my pussy ass. I've never been fucked so hard and so long and felt so horny when he licked and sucked my tits. We kept at it for at least four hours. I only wished there were more guys using me 'cause I was so turned on I would have been willing to be gang banged. He finally came in my ass and forced his cock in my mouth. I have never enjoyed the taste of cum, but was so turned on I gladly sucked it all in and had him rub it all over my face. I was no longer put off by the taste of cum, but reveled in it. When he finally stopped fucking me, he told me that the next time, he would blindfold me, and turn me into his whore, adding that he would have a few guys use me at the same time. I can't wait!

I was walking down an alley shortcut after leaving the place to get some fresh air. It was stinking hot, steamy and the smoldering temperatures in my city made it tough to sleep that night, so I went wandering with my camera to look for some great lighting to shoot some images. I had smoked a big bowl of my personal tina, hash and weed mixture and it had got me high and feeling creatively sleazy. That or the full moon that was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. I was downtown on the West side, great locations for some good photos. I loved the hardcore look and the way the alleys were always funky cool. I turned a corner into an alley I had never walked through before. Industrial leftovers, piles of iron and steel along the walls, steam pipes breath from wall mounted exhausts made it super cool looking and when I found the old abandoned cars and machinery I was pumped as it was the perfect place to shoot. I pulled out my Nikon with a 35-55mm lens and began to work. As if someone was reading my mind, the exhausts began pumping out more steam draping everything in awesome moonlight. I was lost in this perfect place and had been shooting images for about 20 minutes when I was surprised by a deep voice coming from the shadows near a single metal door with a dim china hat light over it. Out from the shadows walked a huge man, big, black, mature, and about 55 I guess, leather chaps over Levi jeans, black biker boots and a sleeveless wife-beater shirt. Big guns with leather and metal armbands and I could see both his nipples were pierced as his nipple rings pushed through the sweat soaked shirt. He must have been 6'6" and around 260 with big beefy muscle. Gray hair and a small leather and ringlets collar around his throat. I couldn't help to notice the massive bulge in his crotch either and I think he may have noticed my focus as he was smiling when I looked up at him. "I've been sitting here watching you since you walked down here. You really were getting into it, man" he said as he walked over nearer to me and took a seat on a pile of pallets. He had a bottle of gold Tequila in one hand and he offered it to me. "Thanks, I love tequila but it makes me super horny, er I mean, ah shit!" He laughed at me and told me not to worry, it does the same to him. I took a big pull from the bottle and handed back to him. Smooth tasting, smokey smooth. He took a sip and then asked me if I smoked. "Not cigarettes" I replied. "Good because I have some smoke here that you just might enjoy... as a matter of fact" he said as he pulled out a small black leather bag and began to assemble the contents, adding "I'm certain you are going to love it." I could see glass pipes, some plastic wrapped tube things, rubber surgical tubing, a huge bag of tina, a chunk of black hash, a couple of big bottles of poppers. "Holy fuck man, you look like you are ready for some serious partying!" "Just wait, buddy, let's see what we can do with this stuff, cool?" he asked me while I watched him load a pipe with huge shards of tina. "Smoke?" he invited, remarking "This is killer glass from some biker bros of mine. Potent shit, man." "Sure, I'll have a little taste." He handed me the pipe and held the propane lighter under it, heating it up until he said "Suck it man, suck that glass pipe white boy." Wow, this shit was good and very fucking potent. One hit and I was wobbly and then the big black Daddy said "Go ahead and take another hit, I know you going to like it." I began to wonder what he meant. "Suck it white boy, suck that glass cock and take that smoke down your throat and then shotgun it to me." Fuck yes, I thought as I sucked a huge lungful of the potent smoke holding in for a long time until he brought his mouth to mine and I started a slow exhale as he took it all down his throat and held it there. He stared at me closely now his face a few inches from mine as he looked in my eyes and then took my head in both hands and forced his tongue into my mouth and exhaled the tina smoke. Holy fuck, I was getting so fucking high from this shit and now this hot blackman was doing things to my mouth with his tongue that was turning me on in a massive way. He held my head and literally began to tongue fuck my mouth and one of his hands found my nipples and he began to work them over rough and hard until he pulled his mouth from mine and I finally got to exhale the smoke. Motherfucker, the rush of a lung-full of that smoke! My legs were loose and wobbly and he grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, against which I had to use both hands to steady myself. He reached into his bag and brought out a bottle of poppers. "Oh yeah, baby. Daddy's gonna get you high and fucked up just like you want it. Right boy?" he asked as he held the poppers under my nose. "Snort baby, snort those poppers 'cause Daddy's got something for you that you're gonna love." I snorted three big hits and then he capped the bottle and stepped back from me, the moonlight glimmering off the metal and leather he wore and the little beads of sweat that covered his bare skin. He began to slowly grind his body in front of me, grabbing his crotch and pulling on his nipple rings, his eyes growing bigger as his lust was being unleashed. The bulge in his pants was now huge. I had never seen anything like this and this gyrating hot Daddy was really turning me on. He strode in to feed me another round of popper hits and then back to his grinding, One hand pulling hard on his nipple while the other began to unzip his pants. I could see the cockring first, big and shining silver and then out came his cock. Motherfucker! It was still soft but it had to be eight inches long and fucking thick too. He walked slowly over to where he had left the pipe on the pallets and loaded the pipe again. Walking back to me one hand on his cock, the other with the pipe he placed it in my mouth and held it there as he took one of my hands and put it on his massive meat. I began to squeeze his cock and milk its thickness and feel it begin to harden, the heat of his cock was amazing. He held the lighter under the pipe and told me to suck it. "Suck it baby, suck that glass cock cause your black daddy is going to take you to places you've never been to before. You going to swallow this smoke and then you going to swallow my cock and I am going to feed you the biggest nut you have ever swallowed baby, then you going to keep sucking my cock so I can stretch that tight white ass open and fill you with more cum then you can imagine! You want it, baby. You want Daddy's cock fucking your holes and filling them with my cum. And baby, Daddy's balls are filled right up. Three weeks of hot cum and I going to pump it all inside you." His lust was massive, his eyes wide like an animal after catching his prey, now he was going to feast on it. We traded another shotgun of tina and his tongue begins to fuck my mouth hard and probing as one of his hands finds my crotch. He slowly unzips my pants dropping them to to my ankles. "No underwear boy? Hmmm, well lets see if you want it bad then." His massive paw wrapped itself around my cock and squeezed my big balls hard just the way I love it. He started to jerk me off with one hand, his tongue buried down my throat and his other hand working my nipples over, pulling them taunt, twisting them, grabbing my cheat and pulling handfuls of my pecs as he begins to groan like a lion. I was pinned to the wall, as the smoke worked me over and as the Daddy used me hard. "Keep jerking me off, boy. Milk that big black snake. Jerk it harder. You can't hurt black steel, baby." The pipe appeared again and he arched his back and started to fuck my hand with his cock. I wrapped both my hands around the shaft and jerked him off hard, working his huge balls in one hand and then rubbing the mushroom head of that magical cock until it was dripping precum like a water tap. He continued to smoke and it seemed like the smoke made his cock swell larger and thicker. I looked at him and his lust-crazed eyes were devouring me. He kept grinding his massive cock in my hands and then told me to open my mouth as he exhaled the potent cloud of tina feeding it too me then feeding me his tongue in an aggressive hot kiss. "Suck my tongue baby. Suck it into your mouth like you're going to to suck my cock. Show your Daddy how you going to suck his cock. Come on, baby, suck my tongue." Fuck yes, I thought as I wrapped my lips around his long tongue sucking it deep into my mouth and taking it like a cock, working his tongue over and then sliding my tongue in his mouth as I convinced myself that I was fuckin' hungry for some cock and cum. He pushed me away, holding me with both his paws hard against the brick wall. "It's time baby, time for you to taste some man meat. You ready to gag on some thick cock boy? 'Cause I ain't stopping sliding my cock down your throat until my balls are slapping on your chin!" The poppers appear under my nose and he stuffed his tongue in my ear and whispered, "Snort baby, snort it up cause you're about to get throat-fucked by my big black dick. Snort it, baby. Snort it up hard!" The poppers kicked-in big time and Daddy stepped back, grabbing both my nipples in his hands, pulling down roughly until I find he had put his big tool back in his pants. It's huge hard outline was in my face and he began to grind his crotch in my face. He grabbed a handful of my hair and leered down at me, kneeling in front of him, high as a fucking kite. His lust was becoming unleashed and, as he slowly unzipped his pants, he whispered "You ready boy? You ready to worship some serious black cock, boy?" I don't get to answer as he slid two, then three fingers into my mouth and as deep down my throat as he could reach. Three became four, and with that I gagged as my throat was filled with his fingers. With that he whispered "Fuck yes, lube for my cock boy. I love throat-cum when I fuck a white boy's throat. I love to make him gag. Now, suck my fucking cock boy. Suck it like you want it all down your throat.” I was on my knees, my mouth open - and then I saw his cock. It was massive. It was thick and rock hard. A cock massive in length, maybe 12.5 inches, a thick mushroom head that oozed precum. He had one of those big beer-can shaped cocks with a huge cock ring wrapped around low hanging bull balls. I looked up and saw him staring down at me with a real look of lust in his eyes as he began to slid he cock into my mouth, slowly an inch at a time and then pulling it out to slap it across my face, rub the tip over my lips and then back into my mouth again. "Yeah, baby, suck on Daddy's cock. You don't know it yet but you walked down an alley that leads to the backdoor of my party palace, my dungeon and playroom. Right now there is a full-on fuck fest going on behind that big steel door, and you're going to be the meat I throw to all the fuckin' hung tigers in there. You ever been a gang bang boy? No? Good, 'cause we're all gonna fuck your white pussy and turn you into a cum dump until all your holes are filled with cum." He was telling me this as he went deeper and deeper down my throat with that cock. He seemed to know exactly when to feed me more poppers and then more of his cock. "But before I take you in to the pit, I going to take a ride down your throat then impale you with this cock until you got my loads up your ass and filling your belly!" I cannot help but be overcome by wave after wave of sexual lust, lusting for more of his cock, lusting to taste his cum, to feel his cock shooting big blasts of hot cum up my ass. Fuck yes, I was into the cock-sucking zone and I took both his hands on put them on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, boy, you want me to force this cock down your throat, don't you?" I could only gag in agreement as he started to slowly work that gigantic cock in my throat. I felt it when it started to open my throat up. He knew what he was doing. In between feeding me another inch of cock, he fed me poppers, and then, when his cock was fully lodged in my throat, he pulled my head to his crotch, slowly but forcefully. Holy fuck, it felt like his cock was all the way into my stomach. I couldn't breath and just let him slide his cock until I felt his balls on my chin. I forced my tongue between my stretched open lips and began tonguing his balls, he groaned and began to slid his cock from deep down my throat until just the thick head was in my mouth. "Look at me boy, I want to see your eyes while I go balls deep again. I wanna see you lusting for my cock boy. I wanna hear you begging for me to feed you my cum boy. Here it comes, boy. Oh fuck yeah. Fuckin' take my dick boy. Yeah, it's gonna go all the way down your throat. Come on suck it, slut. Suck my fuckin' cock you fucking cock pig!" I started to deep-throat every inch, taking it from the head all the way to the root, doing my best to tongue-lash his huge ball sac. Both his hands on my head he began to deep fuck my throat taking his cock all the way out until I was sucking on his hard mushroom head and then sliding it all the way deep into my throat. He stopped for a moment and began rubbing his cock all over my face and slapping my face with his monster cock. "want some precum" as he jerked his cock off in my face and told me to open my mouth while he squeezed enough precum into my mouth it was like he was cumming. then he fed me more poppers and started to really deep fuck my mouth until my throat slim dripped off my chin. But after a few more minutes of me working his beautiful cock with my mouth and throat, I felt him tugging at my waist. "If I let you do that much longer, I’ll be cumming down your throat and all over your face! Is that what you want? You want this huge load of cum all over your face and filling your mouth?" "Fuck yes, Daddy! Fuck my mouth deep. Feed me that hot load! I want to swallow all your jizz! Fuckin' feed it to me!" With that he ordered me me to suck him harder, and likewise ordered me to tug at his balls. Doing so, I could tell he was getting close, and for that matter I could feel his cock, fully-lodged in my throat, was getting harder and thicker. He groaned continuously, and then he yanked his cock from my throat, and he jerked himself, he ordered me to open my mouth. I complied just in time to swallow blast after blast of his hot, thick cum. It exploded from his cock and covered my face with the first few ropes, then he put the head in my mouth as he keep jerking the big black cock off until cum overflowed out of my mouth. Even as I swallowed his massive hot loads, his cock keep shooting until he pulled out and shot even more cum all over my face all the while slapping his cock on my tongue and lips. I swallowed it all and then he forced his cock back deep into my throat and finished cumming but told me to keep sucking him as he was still rock hard. "Fuck yes, you hot cock sucking cum slut. Just what I love. I'm gonna feed you so fuckin' much cum in all your holes. Your belly will be full and your ass dripping. Now get up here and let me get you high so I can really turn you into my cum dump slut."

Another one from my archives that I wrote under an earlier name, Raw Latino Muscle: I got to Steamworks at 5 p.m. and started breeding holes almost immediately. Lost track of how many but I know it was at least seven or eight loads, including more than one in a few guys who have become almost regular fuck buds there. They were all hot fucks, but the last one of the night (ain't it almost always the last one of the night?) set a new standard for me. It never would have happened as recently as a month ago. But since joining these groups, I've become addicted to bug. I'm a man on a mission. It was almost 3 a.m., and I was dead tired but determined to spew my poison strains in one more hole before calling it a night. After several passes through the corridors and the maze area, I finally found my target. He was on hands and knees in a room, his butt in the air, lube on the mattress and no condoms in sight. I zoomed in, shut the door and immediately started fingering his hole. It was dry, indicating I would be his first load of the night. I love shoving my fat dick into a butt full of jizz - it's the best lube - but knowing I would be first also meant I'd stretch and tear his hole so that my poz bug would go right into his bloodstream. Awesome! Before I could get on his ass, though, he moved his hot wet mouth to my huge pig nipples and began sucking and chewing like a mad man. FUCKING AWESOME! Most guys seem to go right for the dick, but my nips are even more sensitive than my cock, and getting them worked gets me rock hard. After a bit I pulled his head up and shoved my tongue into his mouth, and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. The chemistry was intense, and I knew this was going to be a really great fuck. He was a white kid, mid to late 20s, about 5-foot-7, maybe 150 pounds, slim and lightly muscled - not a twink, but a good boy who was gonna get a huge load of daddy's poz juice. I'm 41, Latino, 5-foot-10 and almost 190 pounds of solid muscle, and my thick and heavy meat was already dripping as I thought about how I would take his boy pussy: Start on his back, then turn him over and fuck him like a dog before I pinned him down with my muscles and shot a thick, juicy load of poison cum in his cunt. "Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck your bitch! I need your fucking dick SOOO bad!" That was all I needed to hear. His legs were up in the air in no time, and my dick was lubed and aiming at his puckered hole … when it happened: The goddamned fucker whipped out a condom. It caught me totally off guard and made me fucking madder than hell. Fucking tease! I couldn't believe this was happening. If it had been earlier in the night, I would have jumped off him in a heartbeat and stormed out with a monster hard-on in search of the first hole I could find. But it was late, and I didn't want to do that this time - so I took a chance. I took the rubber from his hand, threw it on the floor and immediately shoved my lubed dick into his tight hole. It took all of my body weight to pin him down as the surprise and pain gripped his body. He tried to push me off, but I was clearly too strong for him. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers." I was pissed as hell, and I held him tight as his hole stretched and twitched around my invading pole. "Bareback only." He didn't say anything coherent, but he grunted and tried to push me off with his legs. "C'mon, bitch, you know you want it! You were begging me to fuck your cunt! You fucking need this, boycunt!" But he clearly was having second thoughts about the whole scene, so I decided to change my approach. "Come on, baby, take daddy's dick. You can do it, boy…" I eased up a bit on his body and tried a more seductive approach. "You got a real sweet boy pussy, and daddy wants to make you feel good." A little nasty encouragement was all he needed. He gave in immediately, shifting his hips so that his hole was right in line with my dick inside him, and started babbling like a baby. "OH GOD, daddy, I need your cock inside me so bad! Please fuck me, daddy! Please fuck me! Please fuck me!" He worked my nipples and kept talking like a whore in heat, and that was all I needed. My dick was rock hard, partly from his response and partly because I knew I was truly going to breed him. The guy must be neg - or at least must think he's neg - if he wanted me to use a rubber. I looked over by the edge of the pillow and saw he had a whole stash of 'em there. That only made me fuck him harder, determined to show him what happens to a fucking tease. "I'm gonna breed your pussy, boy. You know that? You're gonna get daddy's hot seed deep in your cunt. That's what you really want, you fucking bitch, isn't it? You want a hot daddy to fuck you and use you and breed you like a whore, don't you?" "OH GOD, DADDY, YES!!! That's what I want! That's what I need! Please fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me! … But please pull out before you cum, daddy, please!" The fucking bastard! He was too fucking stupid to be real! Did he really think I would not breed his hole at this point? As long as I live, I will never understand the "logic" of these neg guys who think they can take raw dick and stay neg. What stupidity. What arrogance. "Sorry, fucker. I don't do rubbers, and I don't pull out. You're getting daddy's dick and his load, just like you want it…. Get ready, boy, because Daddy's gonna breed ya!" He just kept moaning and pushing back to meet my thrusts, and that was all the sign I needed. "HERE IT CUMS, BOY! HERE CUMS DADDY'S HOT SEED! GODDAMN YEAH, FUCKER, I'M SPRAYING MY STUD JUICE DEEP IN YOUR GUTS RIGHT NOW!" Walking around for almost an hour before I met this kid, I had worked up a huge load of hot cum. I coated the whole inside of his pussy with poz seed, so much that I could feel it squirting over and over as my balls pumped over and over again. I shoved my tongue deep inside his mouth and rammed my hips into his small body for all I was worth, determined to plant my poison bug so deep in his guts that he'd taste it in the back of his throat. I kept kissing him deep and telling him what a good boy he was as I thrust inside him for another minute or two, determined to work the poison into his pussy walls good so that none would spill out and it would all go straight into his blood stream. "Oh daddy… Oh daddy…. Oh, daddy…." He just kept muttering, too weak, shocked or both to do anything but lie there and feel my poz juice seep into his system. I don't remember the last time I had such a fucking intense orgasm. Almost as soon as it subsided, I was ready to go. I wondered for a moment if he came too, but then I decided that I didn't really care. It was all about me giving him what he fucking needed. It's what I fucking needed, too. I've shot more than a half dozen loads just recalling the whole scene and putting it down in writing. If any of you pigs want some of my poz juice, I'm at Steamworks in Berkeley every other Saturday night. Hope to breed ya soon.... Raw Latino Muscle

Hey y'all! My name is Davis, and I'm a freshman at The University of Alabama. I turned 18 back in May, right after graduating high school. I was unfortunate to be one of the late birthdays in my class, so I was always the youngest. I moved to Tuscaloosa, AL right after graduation, ready to start my college experience. I had no idea just how far my experience would take me in seven short months. I was born and raised in a small, rural town in south Alabama. I always knew I was going to go to college at The University of Alabama. It was practically bred into me and my siblings from birth. And while that might have been my first breeding, it certainly wasn't my last. But we'll get to that soon enough. So a little about me... like I've said, I'm 18 years old, and I am an athletic training major with a minor in nutrition. I like to say I'm 5'10", but truthfully I'm closer to 5'8", 5'9" on a good day. I probably weigh 150 lbs or so. I don't really keep up with it, but I've played sports since as far back as I can remember. I captained my high school's football team (kicker), tennis team (#1 seed) and soccer team (forward). I also played baseball (pitcher... which is rather ironic, and short stop) and golf (easily my least successful sport). So I'm pretty fit. Being outside for practices and games also allows for a pretty good tan, although I definitely sport some major tan lines. I've got shaggy, brown hair that typically hangs over my eyes, leaving me constantly tossing my head to the side for a clearer view. But they say, "dress for the role you want", and I knew I wanted to be a frat boy. I was supposed to be a frat boy. That may sound weird to some of y'all, but I'm a double legacy for the Phi Gamma Delta Fraternity (Phi Gam at 'Bama, Fiji everywhere else), meaning my grandfather and father were both brothers while attending UA. So it was expected that I would follow in their footsteps. Truth be told, I did want to be in a fraternity. What gay boy going off to college wouldn't want to live in a house with dozens of other hot, southern frat boys? I've since discovered that there are always at least a couple of half-naked guys somewhere in the house. Boys don't like to wear shirts in 100 degree heat. I'm not complaining, trust me. Another perk of the fraternity house is how old it is. Being one of those old, antebellum homes, the walls aren't exactly soundproof. I get the pleasure of listening to any number of my frat brothers pounding the hell out of some drunk sorority chick on a nightly basis. But the fraternity house isn't where the focus of this story takes place. I may take some time to write up some of those experiences down the road, but for now I am going to tell y'all the story of my introduction to tina, dom/sub fuck play... all leading to my first breeding that opened the pig pen for me. _______________________ I've always been more into older guys. More specifically, I really love a daddy top, 45 or older, with a beefy build covered in fur. I've grown up in the age of computers, and I've had online chat rooms and sex sites as my playground from the beginning. And in the beginning, it was mostly hot cybersex with guys I found in AOL chat rooms and ICQ. Sometimes they'd ask for phone sex, and I would agree. But I was shy at that young age, so I'd tell them I'd only do it if they would do the verbal and let me just listen. It was so hot. I'd sneak out to the driveway and sit in my jeep as these older men would go into detail about what they like to do with a hot, young, horny bottom boy. The ones that got really into the daddy/boy verbal turned me on the most. Once I got to college, I was determined to find someone to experience all of those things I'd been fantasizing about for years. I met this guy on manhunt, and we chatted for a few days. One night I was very drunk after one of the Crimson Tide's football games and wanted to fuck. I got online and looked for the guy I'd been talking with, and as luck would have it, there he was! I sent him a message that was pretty straight forward. I basically told him I was horny and ready to meet up. He immediately gave me his address and asked for my phone number. He told me he would be calling me in five minutes and that I better be in my car on my way when he does. I knew he was serious based on our previous chats, so I grabbed my keys and jumped in the car. As I turned out of my apartment complex, my phone went off. I picked up, and the very first thing he said was for me to honk my horn for him so he knew I did what he told me. I honked, and he said, "good, bitch". My hole twitched instantly. He proceeded to tell me exactly what to do when I arrived. I parked where he told me to and walked through the hall of his apartment building and up the stairs to his place. I thought I would be more hesitant, but I was rushing to get there. I was so ready for this. On the phone, he told me he was leaving his door cracked open. I was to come in, lock the door behind me and follow the sound of porn to his bedroom. As I turned the corner and entered his room, I saw this naked man, beefy body covered in dark blonde hair, stroking a beautiful dick, just over 8 inches, with a big mushroom head. I noticed his nuts right away as well. They were big and hung low from his dick. They bounced as he stroked. I'll never forget this moment. He stopped stroking his dick, smirked and put his hands behind his head as he said, "alright, faggot, get to work.". I was naked within seconds and crawling up the bed. I went to take his dick in my mouth, but he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked my face up to look at him. He laughed and made note of how drunk I visibly was before pushing my head back down and slapping my cheek with his thick dick. I let out a moan and just as I finished, he shoved his dick in my mouth and immediately started working my head up and down on his cock. I was gagging like crazy, but that just made him work me harder. His dick and nuts were covered in my spit. He shoved me to the base of his cock and held me down on it gagging around it for a few seconds before pulling me off it and shoving my mouth lower to his nuts. He told me to take both of them in my mouth, and I tried my best. I rolled my tongue around them and alternated sucking one and then the other. After five minutes or so, he announced he was ready to feel my tongue up his hole. I pulled up and told him I wasn't interested in that. He seemed fine with that, and said for me to hold on while he rolled over to his nightstand. He pulled out a little bottle and uncapped it. I had no idea what it was. He took a sniff before bringing it to my face and telling me to breath in. I was drunk and horny, so I didn't think too much about it and sniffed in as he plugged my nostril. He moved the bottle over and did the same thing. He told me to do one more. By this point, I was burning hot. I felt the intense rush covering me and making me super horned up. He could tell, and as he brought the bottle back to his nose, he lifted his legs and his cheeks spread just enough to give me a peak of his furry hole, and I dove in. I wasn't even thinking. I just did it. I wanted to do it. He must have tossed the bottle to the side, b/c all of a sudden I felt his hands grab my hair and pull my tongue into him. His hole was twitching open more and more as I dug my tongue deep. Every minute or two, he would bring the bottle back to my nose and order me to breath in again. I ate his ass like a wild man. After a few minutes he lowered his legs, and I was bummed that part was done. But to my surprise, he handed me the bottle and kicked his leg over my head to roll onto his stomach while placing a pillow under him. He told me I knew what to do. And I did. I sniffed a few times from the bottle before closing it, then grabbed his cheeks and spread them wide and started putting my tongue straight into him, pulling back and going back in. I was trying to tongue-fuck him, and he definitely responded. He was calling me pussyboy and faggot and asking how his shithole tasted. All I could do was moan into his hole, since I didn't want to pull my mouth away! He let me enjoy his hole for another ten minutes before making it clear that he was ready to fuck. I asked how he wanted me, and he got up and told me to take his place laying over the pillow with my ass in the air. He pulled some more stuff from the nightstand, but I didn't notice a condom. I figured he would grab it when it was time and let him do his thing. He started lubing up my hole. I felt a cold liquid pouring down my crack as he started rubbing his finger around my hole. He told me to take a sniff of the bottle again and once I capped it, he shoved two fingers deep into me. I loved it. He grabbed my hip with his free hand and started rocking me back as he continued fingering my hole. I quickly started doing the work, and he took his hand away. I kept rocking against his fingers and then felt his other hand on my ass. He slid his fingers out and replaced them with three of his other hand. There was a different sensation. I felt a slight burning and told him. He said I was just a little raw from the first bit of fingering and to just relax. Little did I know that he was fingering a hefty load of tina deep into my hole and massaging it around as I bucked back for it. After working another finger into me and continuously telling me to take another sniff from the bottle, he abruptly pulled his hand away and I felt him climb up farther onto the bed. He was leaning over me with his head right next to my ear. He asked me how I was feeling, and I remember grinding my ass up into him and just moaning again. He took the bottle from my hand and opened it. He put it under my nose and said, "okay, cunt, i want to see you take four big sniffs," as he pushed the bottle to my nose. He held it there as I really tried to breathe deep for him. After alternating back and forth a few times, he capped it and put it next to me. I was flying and begging him to fuck me. That's when he said, "there's my fucking cockwhore!", and I felt my hole opening wider and wider as something was driving into my hole. My head was spinning, and I just heard the smack of skin against skin and my body being pushed down into the bed over and over. Finally, I came out of my rush enough to hear him say, " I knew I'd have my raw dick in you the minute you came through that door." I realized he never got the condom. I started to protest, but he just held me down against the bed and started taking his cock all the way out until just that fat mushroom head was left in me and then thrusting into me, burying his dick deep. I was groaning and grunting, while struggling to get free from beneath him. He kept me there as he pistoned in and out of my hole, the whole time telling me how great my hole felt twitching around his dick, milking his cock. After a few more minutes, I noticed that I was no longer struggling against him. I didn't want to get away. I didn't want him to stop. He noticed too and told me to get the bottle and take a sniff again. I wanted to be fucked like a whore. I wanted him to use me. So I took the bottle and took four big sniffs. He took that as a sign I was giving in. He owned my hole that night. He pulled out and flipped me on my back, shoved my legs back until my knees were by my head and immediately slammed his dick all the way back in me. He kept me in that position and started drilling deep into me with faster thrusts. I was looking up at him. His sweat was dripping all over me. He looked down and gave me that same smirk from earlier, and then he just drove his dick as deep as he could and held it there. I was trying to buck up and down to keep the fucking going, not knowing that at that same moment, he was shooting jet after jet of thick jizz in me. He told me to take one more sniff from the bottle. After I put it down, he started pounding me again and asked, "you feel my dirty cum up in you? I love bugging up you pussyboy college kids. Y'all leaving here knocked up!" I hadn't ever heard the term bugging up, so I just thought it meant "fucking". I was still rushing as he yanked his dick out of my hole and let my legs fall to the bed. He jumped up and grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth down on his cock as he buried it down my throat. He told me to clean his dick off and asked how my ass tasted. I just moaned with his dick stuffed in my mouth. He put the bottle to my nose again, and I sniffed. I worshipped that cock, licking every inch and sucking it, trying to get more cum. I guess he could tell, b/c he said, "oh, don't worry, I made sure every drop of my juice went in your cunt, faggot," as he reached down and shoved three fingers in me. After another minute or so, he pulled his dick out of my mouth and removed his fingers from my hole. He got off the bed and jumped in the shower. I thought about going with him, but then he said, "you should be gone by the time I get rinsed off." I could tell from his tone, he meant it. I grabbed my clothes and dressed quickly. As I exited his apartment, I had to think before finally remembering where I was parked. I got in my car and was headed home. My phone went off as I was turning onto my road, and as I pulled into the parking spot at my apartment I looked at the text message. All it said was, "You better keep my seed up that cunt. Be back here again tomorrow night." I jerked off the minute I got to my bedroom. It only took about 45 seconds before I was blasting the biggest load of my life all over my own face, chest and stomach. I passed out covered in my jizz

Coaching and cumcatching The heavy metal doors opened into the high school atrium with a whoosh of air, and immediately Paul felt déjà vu, recalling the hundreds, perhaps thousands of times he’d walked through these doors on his way to class. Now, he was back, almost a decade later, and it felt like he’d been there yesterday. The difference was Paul was no longer a flabby teen with bacne, glasses and braces. He’d grown a few inches at college, gotten contacts, and learned the proper balance of eating right and working out. The result allowed him to strut a little as he passed 4 teen girls, each undressing him with their eyes, gawking at his trim waist, muscular legs, chest and arms, and his firm bubble butt. Yet even with his adult body, ears of college training, and almost 5 years of real world experience, part of Paul wanted to run straight for the dark corner of the auditorium where he spent many afternoons running the lights for shows he never got cast in, eventually memorizing every inch of it so he could do his job in pitch black. He felt invincible in that spot, unseen and in total command. That same dark nook also held fond memories of his first sexual experimentation with handsome, talented, kind, sexy Tom Downey. No one ever understood why tall, muscular, gorgeous Tom hung around with chunky, dorky Paul, but they were inseparable when Paul wasn't relegated to run lighting, while Tommy shined on stage (not to mention on the swim team and baseball team). Most schools would not have intermixed theatre kids with athletes, but Franklin high had been home to one of the country’s top high school theatre programs for almost as many years as it had been presided over by Mrs. Nancy Wheeler. She had started in the mid-seventies and within a few years she’d made the drama department as profitable for the school as any of the athletics, before it became the city’s magnet school in the early 80’s. It was what made Paul, and many others, work tirelessly to get transferred to Franklin. Paul had always dreamed of performing in shows and movies, but Mrs. Wheeler popped that bubble on his first day, informing him he was too plain and shy to ever be more than a techie. It was her m.o. to tactlessly burst kids’ dreams that way, earning her the nickname Pinwheeler. Thus when they both tried out for 'the Tempest' their freshman year, Paul was stuck as a lighting assistant, training to work the control console while getting stuck with other jobs to fill the time. Tom however, got a lead role, and tried to help his bud by requesting Paul be his costume helper. Night after night, Paul pretended not to notice Tom’s hard cock while they hurried to get him out of a complex velvet period costume and into another. Closing night the friends went to the cast party and were talked into smoking some weed with a few seniors, including the only openly gay couple at the school. Stoned and giggly, they wandered around the host's house while Tom confided he'd caught the gay guys blowing each other one night in the parking lot. Paul still can't remember who initiated it, but minutes later they took turns swallowing each others' cum loads in a guest bedroom. Some guys would pretend it hadn't happened and get all weird but Paul and Tom decided they wanted more and began sucking, jerking and fingering every chance they got. By summer break Paul had trained Tom to take 3 fingers before they spent a month as roomies at a theatre camp. Neither duffle bag was even unzipped before Paul bred Tom's hole for the first time. When sophomore year started, Tom's butt was taking at least 10 loads a week. If Tom hadn’t regularly provided some hot ass, Paul would probably have given up on theatre since he was always losing roles to the same boy he routinely cornholed. 'Pinwheeler' assumed Paul had a crush on Tom, and told him once that, just as he would never succeed in acting, Paul had no chance of landing a leading role in Tom's life either. Paul smiled now remembering her words. Last year he’d made close to 3 million bucks acting. He wasn’t a movie star, but he’d gained the skill and confidence in college to get him steady work and recently landed a recurring supporting role on a cable drama series. That's why Paul graciously agreed to volunteer his help when his alma mater sent a letter requesting his expertise judging their short film contest. It didn’t hurt that the new teacher assisting Pinwheeler was fresh out of college, 6’4” with black hair, blue eyes, golden skin, and a thick muscular build. Paul was already planning to come to judge the videos to show Pinwheeler she was wrong, but decided to offer his help from start to finish when he saw Mr. Dick Carson's photos on Facebook. He paused as he reached for the door to enter the theatre room. This was the first time he’d be entering as the star, and after all his fantasizing of how it would be, he suddenly realized he needed to leave that behind if he was going to do these kids any good. Still, he took a moment to relish the look of wonder and embarrassment on Pinwheeler’s face when the whole class mobbed him before he’d even made it through the door. That afternoon, every student in the theatre magnet program watched and listened to everything he said with awe and admiration. At the end of the day, over 200 kids had taken his advices as gospel, and once again Paul found himself surrounded by fans, all hoping he’d agree to help them with some aspect or another of their videos. Mr. Carson stepped in just in time, informing the kids they would each get a chance to meet with Paul as each step of the process was submitted. Paul’s cock twitched as Mr. Carson’s arms guided him into Pinwheeler’s office and away from the kids. Over the next few sessions, the students got less pushy, and Paul found himself really enjoying being able to help them take their ideas and transform them into some truly funny, smart and marketable short films. A few seniors in the group were planning on submitting their films as audition pieces for college programs focusing on screenwriting, directing, cinematography and of course acting. He was shocked to discover that these students hadn’t been indoctrinated with Pinwheeler’s agenda, showcasing the acting talents of all shapes and sizes, while encouraging the beautiful girls and handsome boys to try their hand behind the scenes. Mr. Carson finally explained over drinks one Friday evening, that the administration had been receiving complaints for years about Pinwheeler’s harsh doses of reality and prejudiced approach. It was getting worse now that she was almost 70, so Mr. Carson had been hired to train under her before she was given the option of retirement or demotion. Paul tried not to show his delight in the news, but he did offer his congrats to Mr. Carson, adding that ”the kids are in great hands with you, Mr. Carson. These past few weeks, I’ve seen you open the minds of each kid in there, and I’m sure you’ll continue to evolve the program in many more exciting ways.” “Please Paul, call me Dick. After all, I never would’ve been able to pull this off without your generosity. I’m sure you’d prefer to spend your break from filming somewhere other than back in the little town high school where you were never appreciated.” Paul’s cock hardened slightly with thoughts of all the butts he could be breeding during this time. He and Tom only managed to enjoy clandestine rendezvous once they went to college, before Tom settled down with a girl they knew. Their last shared load was the day of his wedding, his tux pants around his ankles, while groom’s man Paul fished his cock from the fly of his own tux, bent Tom over a catering cart in the dish pantry while the bride and her family took photos, and committed his one and only act of infidelity, sealed with a load of semen deep inside. Paul started exploring his options at school after that, and discovered he had a lot now that he was in shape, taller and his Dick had grown to its full adult length of 8 thick cut inches. At first he fucked every butt that would bend over for him, but was shocked into secrecy when one of his regular cum-dumps was outed on the local late night news. Turns out the slim young preppy guy he’d met online was actually a married father of 4 and minister for an extremely conservative church the next town over. As Paul watched the man’s life dissolve into tabloid fodder and late night jokes, Paul made a rule: always be dating a hot girl, while secretly mating a hot boy, but never let either know the other. So now he was seeing some young actress he’d met doing a commercial, and hooking up with guys online for anonymous breedings. She was too busy to do much more than escort him down red carpets and be “caught” by paparazzi kissing, and his butt boys never saw his face. He’d even found a group in LA that hosted monthly orgies requiring every guy wear a mask. Since he’d been back home, he’d been too worried about being discovered to do anything other than jerk in the shower each morning after his work out. Usually this involved scenarios featuring Mr. Carson or some of the well developed high school boys bent over the editing computer or up against the stall door of the restroom, begging for Paul’s cum inside their holes. Paul came back to earth when he realized Mr. Carson, Dick, had not removed the arm from around Paul’s shoulders since placing it there when he was thanking him. He forgot himself for a second and glanced into Dick’s lap, observing a big lump snaking its way down his left leg, proving that Dick had the right name. “I bet you miss having your girl around especially,” Dick said while beginning to rub his arm down Paul’s back. “saw her on TMZ last month. She is one hot piece of pussy. I can’t imagine having to give up pounding that for a month just to help out an inexperienced teacher and a bunch of snotty brats.” His laughter sent a bolt to paul’s cock, and paul assured him that he was loving the time with Dick, and the kids, finishing (pretty unconvincingly) by adding that he did miss her tight pussy. “seems unfair that you’re being so helpful and won’t get laid till after you leave. Of course you could always enjoy some local fare, especially since there are so many people here who’d do anything to show you how much we appreciate you being here.” Dick chose that moment to move away from Paul, walking over to the bottle on his counter, and refilling Paul’s glass with some cheap rum and store brand coke. “Hell, I can’t even offer you really coke for your cocktails, but you could have your pick of any girl in town and most of the guys.” “Sounds fun until you remember how quickly those guys… and girls would jump online and spill to 4 million of their closest strangers. It would be the end of my relationship, not to mention my trust worthy reputation as the good boy of cable TV.” He walked back over as Paul explained the downside to cheating as a semi-celeb, but didn’t sit. This meant his large unfurling penis was eyelevel with Paul. “that does suck, I just hope you know you have given so much of your time and energy, you’ve earned a friend in me and I’d never do anything to jeopardize our relationship and its future.” Dick rook a step closer. “our relationship and its future…” Paul leaned forward to take a drink and Dick could feel his hot breath through his thin grey work slacks. “I am willing to do anything to secure the future of this program at the school and would never exploit our relationship as friends. So what can we do to ensure you are motivated to return every year and provide your services?” Dick didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he pulled Paul’s head forward until his giant man meat was up against Paul’s face. Once they made first contact, it was only seconds before they were naked on the kitchen floor, 69ing and playing with each other’s asses. Before Paul could catch a breath between inhaling Dick’s Dick, He was being flipped on his stomach and Dick was using the olive oil from their salads to finger Paul’s hole. “whoa Dick, I don’t catch, especially not a massive log like yours. I’m all pitching, but I’d love to take a toss at your butt.” Paul tried to get an angle on Dick’s hole, but Dick confirmed that he, too, was all top. Disappointed, they made the best of it and spent the rest of the evening eating each other’s cum loads. When Paul went back to the house he was renting, he almost turned off the highway to cruise a rest stop, before he reminded himself what dire consequences that could mean. The next few days working with the kids were even more fun than before now that Paul was taking breaks 3 or 4 times a day to feed Dick his load and swallow Dick’s semen. As he suspected, Dick had a hot muscled body, but with much more mass and less definition. Combined with his 9 inch uncut Dick and hairy chest and Paul was hopelessly desperate for each suck session. He even started dreaming about letting Dick fuck him in his almost virgin hole. He and Tom had tried once unsuccessfully (with Tom cumming too soon and Paul screaming in pain), and Paul had tried again his first year in LA with a TV star from his childhood. One of the first gigs Paul got after moving to Hollywood was a guest spot on a failed crime drama about a gay closeted cop and his drug addicted partner. The star playing the gay cop, ‘Bert’, was famous 10 years before for playing a wholesome dad, and he hoped he could redefine his image with the show. Paul played a male prostitute who witnessed a murder, was taken into protective custody and then sleep with the cop. Paul had had a crush on ‘Bert’ since he first saw him, and couldn’t believe that even at 40, he was still extremely well built and full of charm. After some long days filming sex scenes over and over, Bert noticed Paul getting excited while filming. Mortified, Paul apologized, but Bert told him it was no big deal and invited him to dinner to discuss his career. Paul was shocked when he arrived at Bert’s house when Bert answered the door naked. Bert offered Paul a drink while he got dressed, but Paul asked for some cock instead. Bert was all top, but Paul was starstruck, and decided to go for it when Bert told him he had some ghb that would help him relax and enjoy it. Within minutes of drinking it, Paul could barely stay conscious. Without any memory of how he got naked or upstairs, he found himself face down being roughly butt fucked by Bert. The pain was pretty severe since Bert didn’t use any lube, until he shot all over Paul’s hole. Too out of it to move, Bert said something about an encore and the next thing Paul knew, Bert was watching while a short buff, tattooed Latino forcefucked Paul’s stoned ass as well. After the ghb wore off, Bert tried to convince him to try some other stuff and stick around, but Paul politely declined while running out the door. His ads was sore for days after that, and ever since then, he’d only been a top. Now he found himself envisioning Dick stuffing his giant monster cock into his tight hole, and started using magic markers and a plastic ladle handle on his hole when he was jerking off. He was almost ready to ask Mr. Carson to teach his hole a new trick, when Dick got some bad news. Turned out his Mother was ill and he had to run off cross country that night. Paul sucked him off before he left, and prayed for a hot substitute, but no such luck. Finally ready to get fucked, and the guy he wanted to ride was 1000 miles away. That Friday, Paul was considering driving to the next town over for a shady internet hookup when he got a call from one of the students, frantic due to his laptop and thus, his entire film being stolen.

Forced Slam It started out like any other Saturday night at the club, and on entering the building I thought 'Wow, why am I here?" When I arrived there was a group of about eight or nine guys standing round and I was not sure if they were all together. Most of them looked at me and I thought 'Fuck, nice guys - it would be nice to be fucked by one or any of them', but I honestly didn't think anything would come of being at the club, so I went to the bar ordered my vodka and soda. One of the guys I had been admiring brought it over to me, saying "Cheers, mate. Enjoy." Smiling, I walked off thinking 'Fuck, how hot was that. What should I do?' I looked over and they were all looking at me, making conversation with each other and pointing at me. A couple of guys raised their glasses to me in a mock salute, and took a sip of their drinks. Finishing my drink, I went the dunny to piss. Two of the guys followed me into the restroom, forced me into a cubicle, groping me and forcing me up against the wall. My head was racing and I was secretly hoping they would go further, and they did. Both guys forced their tongues into my mouth and one of the guys hocked a gob of spit into my mouth, saying "Yup - he's a pig! Do you want to come back and play with us?" Christmas was here. I could feel their hardness of their cocks pressing up against my crotch, and replied "Yeah, that would be great." One of the guys gave me a hint of what they had in mind when he asked "Would you be willing to let yourself be ours for the night, and use you as our pig?" Oh, man. What could I say? "Hmmm, okay, yeah, that would be great." With that he grunted "Good" as he forced me to my knees. Both guys simultaneously pulled-out their uncut cocks. I could smell them and I felt so giddy with excitement. He growled "Clean both of our ripe cocks", immediately forcing his tool into my mouth. "Mmmmm, nice pig" he said, adding "he'll do just fine" as I licked his tool, and cleaned under his foreskin, generally doing my best to pleasure him for about a minute or so. Then he withdrew from my mouth, and the other guy presented himself. The second guy's cock was a bit bigger than that of the first guy, and I gagged as I took him into my mouth. He grunted, saying "Good man. Clean my dirty cock 'cause we're gonna use you all night." After I cleaned both of their cocks they stood me up kissed me, and upon tasting their own cocks, one of the guys grunted "It's gonna be a good night," a sentiment to which his buddy agreed. Both of them again hocked another gob of spit, and one of the guys grabbed me 'round the neck saying simply "Let's go." We walked out of the club and back to their motel. En-route we chatted, which gave me a real sense of comfort. The guys told me where they were from, how long they would be in my town, and remarked they liked to play piggy. Arriving back at their hotel, which was in a major building in downtown, we rode the elevator up up to the 40th floor and entered their suite. 'Man', I thought, 'what a nice place' but honestly I didn't have time to take in the suite (or the view) because I was fixated on a sling that was set up in the middle of the room, a huge thick plastic sheet under it protecting the carpeting. My anxiety level rose, and sensing as much the guys rubbed my back, both giving me a hug, as one of them casually remarked "We would only do what you want, and certainly not force you to do any thing you don't want to do" in a voice that calmed my concerns. They got me a drink vodka and soda from the mini bar, and with our drinks, moved outside onto the balcony to smoke a joint and catch a smoke. They were touching me and groping me while we finished our drinks and i was thinking wow this is hot and i actually feel very horny thinking two hot guys both uncut going to fuck me i a sling. we went in side and they said how do u feel? I replied man i feel very funny and horny, good was their answer. they asked so u are right with us using you for our pleasure and i agreed yes. one guy stripped off and went to the chair putting on his leather chaps gloves and harness, while the other guy kissed me nuzzled my neck spitting in my mouth and undressing me. when he was undressed the other guy came over and took over doing the same thing to me while the he went and got undressed and changed in to leather. man I was so hard and horny my knees were week and i was felling like wow this is surreal. they made me put on a pair of their underwear stained after making me sniff and lick them and sad our last boi wore these that's why there is a whole in the arse and they stink of piss. they walked me in to the bath room and in to a huge shower forcing me to my knees an making me take their cocks in turn sucking them and forcing me to drink their piss. while i sucked one guy the other pissed in my hair and all over my body then changing. there was a knock at the door and one of the guys went to answer it and with much conversation and laughing I was unaware of what was going on. the guy pissing in on me asked how i was felling and I felt him know i was feeling fucking excellent and he said that was gr8 to hear as the G was working. I said oh is that what this feeling is. he said lets go and he walked me of after he rubbed in his piss and lightly dried my hair t his bedroom. he put on a mask wit no eyes and said relax. with that he pushed me sorta roughly to the bed and i was thinking oh fuck what have I done. i felt him put bands on my wrists and ankles and the bands made metal sounds, i knew instantly what it was. he joined my ankles together and put my legs in the air and my wrists in front of them and clasped them together. so now i had my legs in the air and my wrists in front keeping them up and pulled towards the foot of the bed and a big plastic wedge shoved under my arse. I was left alone i guessed as I heard a door shut quietly. it seemed like ages but I had this way euphoric feeling happening and it was a good feeling mixed with anxiety. in the back ground I could hear music and laughter by not only the two guys but a few more and could not discern how many. the door opened and I sensed some one beside me and smelt ripe cock. it hit my lips and I opened my mouth to receive yet another ripe cock lots bigger than before. once cleaned it was removed and I was give a bottle with a rubber tit on it to drink from the substance was warm and salty. it was all I had so I drank it and with in a few minutes i fell really weird. and another uncut cock in my mouth . this was so strong i did gag and the guy said good man I been saving my ripe cock for a pig like you for 7 days. with that he removed his cock made me drink from the tit bottle and the original guy was at my ear. he whispered to me saying that not only was there two other guys there but another 5 were cut an wanting to join in. i hesitated still felling like fucking horny and he noticed and said listen we wont do anything you don't want to just say no, that is the word for out. ok i said feeling a little better . he said listen this will make you feel better make your cock rock hard and u will relax, it will sting like a needle prick cause that is what it is. Instantly I knew what it was and thought oh fuck what have you done. before that thought was the tourniquet was applied the jab done and released. man I coughed like shit. they fed me the titted bottle and let me be for a minute while they spat on my u lifted arse and finger it, saying good man that's a real good man......... Inserted from <http://bugshare.net/cgi-bin/discus/board-auth.cgi?lm=1273804959&file=/2063/530348.html

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

I would certainly go with your two buds no doubt about it

That's what I was thinking as well. Re: turning the boys gay with cum. My thought was that we could choose who would be gay, as opposed to a mass conversion. It would be even better if it worked for any age guy

Your funny,... but if cum would make you gay, think of all of us that would die with our dicks in our hands.

Doable means that you good enough to fuck. He wants to fuck. So get together and fuck :-) Examples of `doable` That mountain is doable = that mountain can be climbed That sales target is doable = the sales target can be reached That ass is doable = I can fuck that ass :-)

Domestic Partnered/Married to an ex porn star for the last 14 years, separated the last 3 years and divorcing now. Does that count?

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

Glad you liked it karluspig Thanks.

Amazing pig party

Part 3. My Brother's Wrath That weekend, I just let myself enjoy the wild ride that Antoine and his crew were giving me. They kept alternating slams of Tina with doses of GHB and ketamine, and I kept passing in and out of consciousness, waking up one minute to the excruciatingly pleasurable feeling of the Masters double-penetrating me, falling asleep the next to the sensation of Antoine slapping my ass as he fucked me from behind, then waking up again with a blindfold over my face as I was getting pounded by one of Antoine's many lieutenants, and so on. Antoine wouldn't let me see any of his lieutenants' faces, or tell me how many of his crew had fucked me over the weekend, because he wanted me to remember that he could always get to me--anywhere, anytime. "If you tell anyone about what we did this weekend, baby," he whispered in my ear one night, "I'll know; and when you're least expecting it, I'll have one of my boys come up behind you, knock you out, and rip your asshole open with a knife and leave you bleeding to death." His tone, so serious but matter-of-fact, made me shiver--although I have to admit, it also made my puny little boy cock harder than it's ever been. Late on Sunday night, after nearly 48 continuous hours of partying and fucking, I finally found my way back to Jack's house. I was exhausted, but strangely calm and contented in a way that only a whiteboy whose cunt has been repeatedly owned and used by a black master can understand. I could feel the last few gifts of cum from Antoine's crew leaking out of my ass as I walked up to the front door. The entire house was pitch black. Figuring my brother had already gone to bed, I quietly made my way up the stairs and tiptoed past my brother's bedroom to my room. But just as I was thinking, "I'm safe," I tripped over something in the dark and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Oof!" I groaned from the shock and pain. I heard a soft click, and the lights came on. Still lying on the ground, I looked up--and there, sitting on my bed in nothing but his underwear, was my eldest brother Jack. For a split second, neither of us said anything. But as I started pushing myself off the ground, Jack spoke. "Stay down, boy," he said in his deep, commanding voice, "stay down on the ground, where you belong." And for some reason, even though I had been disobeying and disrespecting Jack ever since I moved in with him, this time I did what I was told. I stayed on the ground, face down, and waited to see what he would do next. I heard the bedsprings groan as his hulking, 6'4", 260-pound body got off the bed. He came and stood over me, his enormous size-16 feet on either side of my head, his massive frame casting the room in shadow. "What the fuck is this?" I heard him say as he reached over and ran his hand over the back of my pants, still damp and reeking of ni#%a cum. I didn't know what to say. Then I heard him sniff his hand. "Is this what I fucking think it is?!?" he shouted, in a booming voice so loud I worried that he might wake our neighbors. He grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked me up in one swift motion, as if I weighed nothing. I was standing up now, face-to-face (or more like face-to-chest) with Jack, and what I saw frightened me--bright red face, teeth bared, and seething with anger, the veins in his neck and temples pulsing with hot fiery Mediterranean blood. And I could smell him, standing so close to me in nothing but his underwear--his hairy, muscular body radiated a powerful, musky scent that filled my nostrils. I suddenly felt weak and a bit dizzy. He pulled me closer, until his face was just inches away from mine. "What the fuck have you been doing, you little shit?!" he barked, "is this what you are now? A faggot whore leaking men's cum outta his ass? Is this what you want, huh? Is this what you want?!" And at that moment, for some reason I still can't explain, I did the unthinkable. Whether it was because Antoine had just shown me how good it feels to submit to another man, or because Jack's masculine scent, which I'd never experienced before, was overpowering my senses, I replied, "Yes, Jack, that's exactly what I want." What happened next is kind of a blur. After Jack punched me in the head, all I can remember is a series of disjointed images and sounds--of Jack yelling, of me crying and begging him to stop, of tears streaming down Jack's face, of white flashes of pain as he landed blow after blow. Thankfully, mercifully, I eventually passed out. --- When I regained consciousness, the first thing I noticed was that the pain was gone. I could remember the beating I'd gotten from my brother, and I couldn't help but wonder why I wasn't feeling any pain. In fact, I felt pretty good. I opened my eyes, and what I saw confused me even more. Antoine was sitting on top of me, with a leather strap and a syringe in his hands, and a weird expression on his face--one that I'd never seen before. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I took another look at his face, and I realized that the expression I was seeing was one of fear--of pure, unadulterated fear. I turned my head and looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. I was lying on my own bed, in my own bedroom, and all the lights were on. I then noticed, for the first time, the black nylon rope tied around my wrists and ankles, and also tied around Antoine's neck and wrists. And finally, in the corner, I saw the giant--a muscular, hairy hulk of a man, sitting on my chair completely naked, with an enormous, almost savage-looking hard-on, and wearing a black ski mask. It took me a few seconds to realize that this giant of a man was my brother Jack. "So this is what you were up to all weekend," he said in a disgusted tone, "letting some ni#%a shoot you full of drugs and rape you over and over again." He stood up. I could now see that he was holding a large butcher's knife. He walked over to the bed and grabbed the top of Antoine's head with one impossibly large hand and brought the knife up to Antoine's throat with the other. "And this worthless little shit was more than happy to supply all the drugs and ni#%a cock that you wanted," he said as Antoine's body started shaking above me, and tears welled up in his eyes. "Well, if that's what you want, little bro, then that's exactly what you're going to get," he said. "Anyone could see that Mom and Pops were spoiling you in their old age, always letting you get away with murder," he continued, "but back when we were growing up, they didn't tolerate any bullshit from the kids. Pops, especially. And when he caught me smoking a cigarette in seventh grade, he dragged my sorry ass to the kitchen table and made me smoke an entire carton of cigarettes, and even when I was puking my guts out and begging him to stop, he kept lighting one right after another, for almost the entire day, until I had finished the whole carton." Jack laughed. "And that's exactly how I'm going to teach you, little brother, how not to become a faggot." He turned and walked toward the bedroom door. "If it's big black men that you want," he said, "then that's what you're going to get." "And by men, I mean real men," he said, "not this prepubescent little street kid you let fuck you." He turned around, and with a dramatic flourish, he opened the door. Even in my drugged, hazy state of mind, when I saw the size of the men walking through my bedroom door, I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Antoine and his crew were big, yes, but these men were in another class altogether. If Antoine's crew had been a college basketball team, then this was the NBA. The NBA All-Stars. And I was going to get raped by all of them. To be continued.

Okay, so this hookup started Friday and ended this morning. A guy with whom I've been texting messaged me, asking if I'm horny (um, I'm horny ALL the time). I apprised him that I have a few loads in my ass, and surprisingly he was turned on by it. So I headed to his place and walked in to find him on his back on his sofa getting raw fucked by a hung white guy (the guy I was talking to is black). Pleasant surprise as his a4a says 'safe only'. White top flipped the guy on his knees and ordered him to rim my wet ass. I laid on my back and enjoyed the deep tongue fucking that he was giving me. He moaned when he licked some of the two loads in my ass. White guy wanted to stare in the eyes of the black guy when he would cum, so he flipped him back on to his back. I then sat on his face, facing the white guy. In this position, with my ass cheeks spread wide, the two loads just dropped right in the black guy's mouth. He of course loved it and moaned pretty loudly. He rimmed me for about five minutes when the white guy told me to get off the couch. I did, and as I turned to watch the fucking the white top slammed into the black guy's ass and deposited his load. He pulled out and jacked a small amount of cum on the bottom's ass. Fucking hot. Made me do something new ... I dove face first in the black guy's wet ass and slurped out as much cum as I could. Omg I've been missing out! After a few minutes the black guy told me to lay on my back. I did, and he proceeded to sit on my face with spread cheeks. I ate all the cum that flowed in my mouth, and ate his ass for a good 10-minutes. Oh, and he told me that five different guys had raw fucked and came in his ass. Mmm. Once that was done I thought we were done. Haha black guy flipped me on my stomach, rimmed me quickly, spat on my hole and fucked me hard and fast with his nice 8.5" dick. He came in me in only about 5-minutes. He finished by eating his load out of my ass. Damn, so fucking hot!

Thanks guys! I'm so hard right now...I want my first time to be amazing. I want to get all poppered up then rimmed for a good while...love getting my hole munched on!

OK I am officially sore. Lebanese daddy fucked me in his pad 3 times this evening and gave me two loads. I should have stopped after the second. He tore my ass up for 45 minutes the third time time trying to cum again but couldn't. Still... ANYWAY....where's the hot bath for my ass??!?!?!?!?!? ouch lol

Met my BF at the bar after finishing some work for school. When I got there he was with these other 4 HOT looking guys, I just went up to my BF and gave him a very sexy passionate kiss. He look at me and said do you want to go to their place and have some fun. We get to their place and it’s all set up for a party. I’m first in the sling and all 4 of them pump good size loads as when I get out of the sling cum is dripping down my leg.

FYI, an update to this story. The scene we shot is coming out March 20. 2015 on Hot Desert Knights new release "Cream N Daddies". It is hot. My porn debut.

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

Part 3 As we pull up outside the house the front door opens and he steps out into the sunshine. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt he has an air of confidence about him as he walks to the car. His hair cut short barely revealing the salt and pepper hues, his body firm and trim. His shorts reveal the outline of his cock swinging as he walks. I decide there and then I made the right decision. With some nervousness I open the car door and stepped out into the heat. Pete walks over and without a word wrapped his arms around me and gave me a lovely bear hug. "It's so good that you're here, sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up, I hope Steve took care of you?" "Oh yeah he took great care of me". He nodded and winked. "Come into the house, let's get you settled in" I told him I'd get my stuff from the car. "Don't worry, Steve will bring your bags in and unpack for you. Steve is my personal assistant, if you need anything and I'm not around you can ask him for anything and he will sort it for you, and I mean anything" Once we're inside the cool air of the house Pete grabs me and kisses me with a passion I haven't experienced in a long time, his tongue explored my mouth, I could feel his hardon pressing against me, I nearly dropped to my knees right there. He reaches round and with both hands grabs my arse and continues to kiss me. He pulls away from me "You must need to freshen up, come on". He steps away so I follow him through into a huge living room, tastefully furnished and airy. Down into a long corridor lit by a glass roof, it should be so hot but the air con manages to keep the house silently cool. Turning left we enter a bedroom with little furnishing other then a big bed, a cupboard and bed side tables. Off the bedroom is a huge bathroom. I see my toiletries have all been unpacked for me already, a little odd but I guess it's something I'm just not used to. Pete reaches in around the frosted glass wall of the shower and presses a button and multiple jets spray water in ever direction. "There you go, take your time, no rush. When you're finished come and find me and we'll have a dip in the pool". Giving me another deep kiss he leaves the room. Quickly I get my clothes off and step into the shower, the warm water soaks my hairy body quickly and feels so good after the long journey. I notice the douche nozzle hanging in one corner above the open drain, not knowing what's next I decide to make use of it. I turn around and back into the corner, checking the water coming from the nozzle I find its a perfect temperature so I aim it at my hole and slide it inside, the pressure builds so I pull it out and squat over the drain and let the water out. Repeating the process a few times I decide I'm clean and push the last drops of water out. Seeing my shower gel on the tiled shelf I start to soap myself up and enjoy the experience. I soap myself up again paying special attention to my cock and arse, the earlier booty bump making me enjoy it more than normal. Without warning I feel a hand run along my arse crack grazing over my hole, I shudder and let out a little moan. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and a voice whispers in my ear "I couldn't wait" His hand reaches back down to my soapy arse and slips a finger inside me, his hard cock pressed against me. "Hold on". He steps away and switches off the shower, disappears for a moment and comes back with a pipe, obviously packed with Tina, he sparks up the lighter, and hands me the pipe. I put it to my lips and he holds the flame under the bowl, as the smokes starts to creep out the top "breath in deeply and hold it until I tell you boy". The smoke fills my lungs and I hold it there. "Ok boy, let it out". A big white cloud surrounds us both before fading away. Three more hits like that and my buzz is getting higher. Pete firmly turns me around so I'm facing the wall and reaches between my checks again, every time he touches my hole it's like an electric shock. Taking a handful of gel he soaps my arse up again and caresses it so gently. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and start to moan and then I start to beg, I need to feel Pete inside me. The Tina has really hit now, my whole body is alive with the stuff. Pete gently spreads my legs with his foot and I have that sensation that my hole is now exposed, "please fuck me" I sob. "Ok boy, as you ask so nicely". He wraps one arm around my neck and I feel the other hand go down to his cock, using one finger to guide it to my hole he rests the head at the opening, very gently he pushes his cock against my hole, the soapy suds let the head of his cock slip in easily and the head passes into me. Oh fuck, at last I have him in me, I've waited so long and now he's finally in my cunt. I want him to give me all of it but he just holds it there, his arm firmly around my neck, his other hand playing with my soft cock. "You want more ?, tell me how much you want it boy, persuade me to give you more" "Oh please, fuck me. I've wanted you for so long, please don't make me wait anymore. Please.........I want your cock so much.........I need you inside me..........please I'm begging you" "Good boy". And with that he slams the rest of his cock deep into my guts, pushing hard against my cheeks, almost knocking me off balance, even tho he's already all the way in he gives another hard shove that's make me almost cry out. My brain is on fire, all I can think of is the naked head of his cock rubbing my insides. You see bareback fucking isn't just a choice for me, it's a fetish, an utter obsession and that obsession is heightened even more when I'm on t. The thought of those little drops of precum oozing straight into my arse drives me crazy, skin on skin nothing between us, just as nature intended. Slowly and steadily he grinds in and out, sometimes all the way out sometimes just a little. The sensations in my hole are electrifying, I'm vaguely aware of us both making animalistic noises, but most of my mind is on his raw cock and my hole which not an hour before was taking shards of crystal, one thing I did know, I wanted more of both. I reach round with one hand to try and touch his cock, to touch a cock that's fucking me blows my mind, to feel it naked as it fucks into me, to feel the skin, every curve and contour slipping through my fingers into my arse. Pete pulls all the way out and the head slips between my fingers, I grip it at the entrance to my world and he pushes back inside. He repeats this for ages, getting the sensation of both my hand and my arse, I grip it even tighter. "I've been saving this load for two weeks boy, I'm not gonna last long, you want it ?" "Oh fuck yes please daddy, give me your spunk, make you yours" "You've been mine a long time, ever since I started manipulating you to come here, I've had this planned for months". With that he pulled my hand away and starts fucking me harder. Resting my head against the wall I reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him so he can get even deeper. I'm moaning like a fucking whore and then I hear Pete start to moan louder, his pace quickens and I'm sure I can actually feel his cock get harder. He's almost screaming as he slams into me and I beg him to cum, his cock starts to spew inside me, filling my guts with two weeks worth of spunk. He doesn't lose his pace at all, I know his cum is filling me up and being churned up and pushed deeper with each thrust. He begins to slow and finally he pulls his cock out, my hole suddenly feels incredibly empty and I sob a little as his cock finally leaves me. "Feel empty boy? I've got something for that". He pulls away and slips something inside me which makes the empty feeling a little less. He leads me from the shower and as I stand in front of the mirror I notice a black rubber tail poking out between my butt cheeks, I've give it a little flick and he smiles a wicked grin at me.

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

My Summer Job (Part I) It was shortly after high school graduation when I was cruising on line, I think I was on Manhunt, when they contacted me. They were a little older than my 18 years. I was told the older one was John and the younger one was Steve. John was 25, 5’ 10” with a muscular build at 160 pounds, with a shaved body, short cropped, brown hair with brown eyes. Steven was 22, 5’ 8” with a lean runner’s build at 135 pounds, with a naturally smoothed body, short blond hair and blue eyes. I told them my name was Hunter. They liked my looks with me being 6’ even, 170 pounds, a slightly hairy chest, blond hair and green eyes. They asked me; “What are you doing for work this summer.” I let them know; “I have not been able to find a job yet.” “Have you ever considered modeling?” “Not really. Why do you ask?” “We are looking for a few guys to model clothes for us. You can make $500 to $5000 a day working for us. We are doing the shoot here in Fort Lauderdale and will fly you down if you are interested.” This sounded too good to be true. But it was worth checking out. I thought about for a few minutes and since my parents were in Europe for a month I agreed to the offer, “Sure, why not. I’m not making any money sitting on my ass here.” “Right on bro! We will have the ticket sent to your e-mail. We’ll need you here in a couple of days.” I packed a bag and printed my ticket up and had a buddy drop me off at the airport. The flight seemed to pass quickly since I had my I-pod on and slept most of the way. I got off the plane and made my way to the baggage area where I was to meet John and Steve. They were there as promised and we shook hands. They led me out to their car and we were off to their place. They owned a condo on the beach and had rooms for the models to stay with them. This way they could shoot any time they needed too. I asked them; “How many other models are staying there right now?” “Just Silas, we start the shoot in the morning so get some rest.” We drove back you their place and I was shown where to throw my stuff. We sat down and had a beer. That’s when I met Silas. He was 6’2” tall with a lean, swimmer’s build, 6-pack abs, he as shirtless since he just came in from the pool, dirty blond hair and the nicest green eyes I had ever seen. We chilled and drank our beers and headed to bed. The next morning I was woken up and asked to get cleaned up and showered. I was instructed to shave all my body hair including my crotch since I’d be modeling bathing suits and underwear. I got in the shower and found a razor and shaving cream waiting for me. I shaved and showered and threw on my board shorts. I was given the clothes I’d be modeling and (since Silas was changing right there) I dropped my board shorts, put on my swim wear and we started the shoot. It was really cool and I was having a lot of fun. I changed clothes 6 times and before I knew it the shoot was done. John said; “You did a good job for us Hunter. That was an easy way to make $500.” “You bet. This is easy money bro!” “Go relax the rest of the day. Make sure you don’t get too much sun. We don’t want you looking like a lobster tomorrow.” I threw on my board shorts and joined Silas out by the pool, but when I got out there I noticed Silas was in the pool lying on a floating lounge chair naked. I figured, ‘what the fuck’ and dropped my board shorts and jumped in and joined him. I swam up to him and leaned on the floating lounge. “Hey stud, how’s it hanging?” “It want be hanging for long if you stay around sexy.” As Silas spoke to me his cock began to thicken. He was definitely a shower and a grower as his cock looked to become a good thick 10”. I licked my lips as I stared at his cock. He put his hand behind my head and pushed me over to his thick meat. I licked the side up to the head where I found a good amount of precum leaking from the tip. I soon found myself sucking on the tip of his cock as he moaned in approval. “He looked down at me and said, “Let’s move this inside.” I didn’t really care which room we went to, so I followed him into the pool house which turned out to be a play room with a sling and toys. We began to kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. He then pushed me to the floor where I resumed sucking his cock. He was still hard as steel and I was barely able to get half of his cock in my mouth. Silas put his hands on my head and soon I found his cock at the entrance to my throat. I never had any idea I could swallow his big cock but he helped me work it in and soon I was deep throating him like a pro. He pulled me to my feet and then lifted me up allowing me to warp my lean legs around his waist. He then put me in the sling. I wasn’t sure where to put my legs until he grabbed a couple ankle restraints and fixed my feet at a comfortable position. Silas then said, “We might as well use these on your wrists too.” As he lifted up a couple more and with little resistance on my part, he had my wrists restrained as well. He began to lick and finger my hole, getting me all opened up and ready for his cock. As he fingered me I began feel a burning in my ass. “That burns a little, what are you doing to me?” I ask Silas. “Just giving you a booty bump bro, relax you’ll love it.” I began to panic a little since I didn’t know what a booty bump was. I felt my cock get rock hard to the point it hurt as he began to finger in deep past my prostate. I leaned my head back and watch Silas work my hole in the mirror on the ceiling. I watched as he would pull his fingers out, dip them in a little baggie and then back into my ass where I would feel a slight burn again. As I watched Silas I began to feel my hole twitch the more he fingered me. Then he came up to me and asked, “How are you feeling bro?” I could tell my heart was beating faster and it felt as if the temperature had jumped in the room. I looked up at him and let him know that, “I’m feeling good Silas.” “I’m glad to hear you’re liking the booty bump I gave you. I’m guessing that was your first ever booty bump?” “Yes it was, what did you put up my ass?” “Just a little meth bro. It’s kind of like poppers but a lot stronger.” By this point my hole was screaming for attention. I needed something inside me. As Silas stood next to me and played with my dick I was ready to explode if I didn’t get fucked soon. “Are you gona fuck me or what?” “Is that what you want?” “FUCK YES! FUCK ME BRO, PLEASE!” Silas moved back between my legs, spit on my hole and shoved the entire length of his cock inside me balls deep. Normally I would have screamed but it felt so damn good I only moaned and thanked him. At the time it didn’t occur to me that he was fucking me without a condom and with the way I was feeling I don’t think I cared one way or the other. He just kept slowly, long dicking me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I think he was liking what he saw in me. I am not sure how long we were fucking when he began to pick up a little speed. His breathing began to change and I knew what was about to happen. I was finally coming to my senses and asked him “Bro, please pull out and cum on my abs.” “You should’ve asked that a while ago. This will be my third load I’m shooting.” He then grunted and groaned as I felt his cock expand and spasm deep inside me. I swore I could feel something warm splash my insides. He looked into my eyes, leaned in and kissed me deep and passionately to the point I forgot about his cumming inside me. He then whispered to me, “John and Steve were right with selecting you for this part.” “What part?” John answered as he came through the pool house door, “The part the kid who gets knocked up for money. Remember I told you that you could make up to $5000 a day, this is worth $5000 easily.”

first name (or a name you'll respond to): sluttytwink Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): 573-529-3570 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): STL MO (tower grove 63139) or downtown (63101) Times you're generally not available: after 6pm weekdays, anytime weekends Age: 23 Height: 6'0" Weight: 120 lbs Ethnicity: White

love that he doesn't ask or give warning that he's gonna cum.

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

PART 3 Conrad looked up at me and smiled. His legs were still wide open, and a pearl-size drop of cum escaped his hole. I pushed it in with my finger, and he moaned. “Sit up, boy,” I said. “Take three nice hits off the pipe for your big bro. I’m gonna get us ready for a night at the baths.” I heard the click of the lighter as I grabbed a white jockstrap from the laundry basket, giving it a quick smell and catching a whiff of cum, sweat, and piss in the fabric pouch. I threw it to Conrad. “Here, bud—wear this,” I said. “It’s only slightly used.” He nodded as a dense cloud billowed from his mouth. Meanwhile, I grabbed my playkit, threw on a T-shirt, and pulled my gym shorts over my cock—still rock-hard and glistening with fresh poz seed. The mesh fabric strained around my erection, pulling on the elastic and revealing just a little bit of the thick patch of hair above my cock. I heard the boy hit the pipe a second time, then a third, as I prepared another dose of G in the kitchen. I brought him the dose as he exhaled smoke from his nose like a regular chemwhore. “Drink up,” I said, “then put on those shorts. But leave your tank top here, OK? I want everybody to see my lil’ bro’s hot fuckin’ body.” He nodded, gulping at the G-laced soda before pulling his shorts over the jockstrap. The waistline landed about one-third of the way down his bubble butt, revealing a bright-white band of elastic. “Good boy,” I said, lighting up the pipe and sharing the smoke with him in a deep, hungry kiss. “Now let’s go feed your hot little butt.” He practically ran to the bathhouse, stopping every 50 feet or so to keep his shorts from slipping to the ground. Finally I grabbed his hand, unbuttoned the top button, and let the shorts fall. He shot a worried glance my way. “Don’t worry, bud,” I said with a triumphant grin, opening the front doors to the bathhouse. “Nobody here’s gonna complain.” My buddy Rick was on duty at the ticket window. As Conrad and I approached, he gave the kid a once-over and laughed. “Holy shit, dude,” he said to me. “This one's gonna be good.” “It already is,” I said, showing him one of my fingers slick with cum from Conrad’s hole. Rick practically licked his chops. (He was one of my regular top buddies, and he especially loved sprinkling a layer of T on his raw poz dick and sliding it inside a faggot’s wrecked, dripping cumhole.) As he secured a room for us, I glanced back at the guys standing in line. All of them craned their necks to see my boy leaning against the counter in his jockstrap. I pulled his ass apart, revealing a trickle of cum running down his leg. That earned a few grunts of piggy appreciation. Then I whispered in my lil’ bro’s ear: “Keep spreading it, boy. Be proud of your hunger.” He nodded eagerly, reaching back and showing off his smooth, knocked-up boyhole. One of the dudes in line responded with a single word: “Fuuuuuuuuuck.” “The sling room is taken,” said Rick. “But I’m pretty sure you’ll be invited there at some point.” (He gave the word “point” a little extra emphasis, followed by a wink.) “Anyway, I managed to get a deluxe room for you. Come on through and let me check your bags.” We walked through the security door, and I put my playkit on the counter. Rick opened it up. I'd packed everything I might need for a night of poz-fucking: a row of prepared points, a large dimebag full of T, a needleless syringe for administering booty bumps, and a water bong. “Looks good to me,” he said with a smirk. Then he leaned over the counter and lowered his voice. “I’m off at 6 am. You’re welcome to come by my place when you’re done here.” Rick often hosted a group at his place on Sunday mornings. It was always a good crowd—mostly because he would recruit the hottest partyboys from the bathhouse by giving them a glimpse of his big dick while “checking their bags.” I gave him a nod. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “He’ll be very ready for you by that...point.” “Point taken,” said Rick with a smirk. “Now get to work.” As Conrad and I began walking down the hallway toward our room, I put my arm around his shoulder, bringing my mouth close to his ear. “If you see anything you like, just let me know. OK, buddy?” “Yes, big bro,” he answered, causing my cock to nearly spring out of my shorts. We walked past the hot tub, where some kid sat on the edge, legs dangling in the water, his hole eagerly riding a Daddy's raw cock. The kid was clearly tweaked out of his mind, and I could hear the top muttering a steady stream of pigtalk as the kid bounced hungrily on his dick. Conrad stopped and stared. “Don’t worry, buddy,” I said. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re in for.” We turned the corner. Ahead of us, leaning against the wall, a furry guy in his mid- to late 20s stood watching the men walk by. He was wearing nothing but a towel and a camouflage ballcap. I thought to myself: this is what Conrad might look like in a few years. The dude sported a little more muscle, a spray of hair across his pecs, and a clear treasure trail leading from his abs to the towel wrapped around his waist. But that's not what really caught my attention. No: what caught my attention was the giant red-and-black biohazard tattoo just above his left nipple. And then something happened that blew my fucking mind. Conrad saw the dude standing there, let out a little whimper, and made a beeline for this total fuckin’ stranger. And without a word, he placed his tongue on the guy’s nipple...giving the biohazard tat a long, slow lick. The dude grinned, placed his hand on the back of Conrad’s head, and encouraged him to keep worshiping the mark of poz brotherhood. Then he looked over at me. “This your boy?” he said. “Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’m Sloan. This is Conrad.” “Jason here,” he said. “But before we go any further, he needs to be clear on one thing.” “What’s that? “My tattoo isn’t gonna give him what he wants. Only one thing is gonna do that.” He pulled the towel away from his waist, and his fat uncut cock swung forward, its head grazing my lil’ bro’s abs. Conrad whimpered again. I leaned over to give Jason a long, sloppy kiss. “Come with us,” I said. “I wanna see you help my boy earn his tattoo.” Conrad broke away from his poz-worship, and the two guys followed me to the room. Once inside, the boy dropped to his knees and began noisily and shamelessly slurping on Jason’s poz cock. Fuck yeah, I thought to myself. That G is definitely kicking in. “Goddamn,” said Jason with a laugh. “You got this kid fuckin’ blitzed, huh?” I answered with a proud nod. “Nice,” Jason said, then lowered his voice. “So…how are you guys partying?” I raised my eyebrows, then gave Jason another deep kiss as Conrad kept trying to devour his cock. “Fuck, dude,” I whispered in his ear. “That’s one of my favorite fuckin’ questions.” (As most partypigs know, the only people who ask “how you’re partying” are slammers—so Jason was not only a hot poz fucker, but a slampig too.) “Oh yeah, fucker?” he said with a smirk. “You been playing darts with this boy?” “Not yet,” I answered. “But in a few minutes, he'll be getting his first fuckin’ slam.” I took Jason’s hand and guided it to Conrad’s hole. His finger made contact with the warm seed slowly dripping from my lil’ bro’s knocked-up cunt—and with that, Jason’s eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned in appreciation. “That’s poz load #1,” I said. “My load. I got this kid high and pounded his virgin cunt full of seed. And of course he’s hungry for more.” “Of course he is,” Jason said. “Listen—I’m here with my poz Daddy, the dude who knocked me up about a year ago. We’re in the sling room. We love getting negboys on their backs, slamming ‘em up for the first time, and transforming them into little poz cumhounds. You wanna join us?” I flashed him a wolfish grin, then leaned over to kiss him again. “Couldn’t have planned it better myself,” I said. “Fuckin' A. Let’s go create a slampig.” MORE SOON…

One day I almost became such a bottom. I do like bb sex, but I am not a bug chaser and I am selective as to who I allow to top me bb. I know there are no guarantees, but I can at least reduce the chances of being pozed if I try to limit bb sex to people I know or at least trust. One day I was traveling on business in Houston and answered an ad on CL for a black transsexual. She looked really pretty and decided to give her a try for a hook up. Frankly I thought she would be a bottom and as such I have control and use a condom if we ever came to having sex beyond oral. We met and she was even more beautiful in person than on her pictures. We did not discuss in detail what we were going to do, so I decided to go with the flow. We went to her apartment and started with some heavy foreplay, lots of kissing. I was really excited, even more when she came down on my dick and did some amazing bb oral work. I was in heaven! She then moved to my ass and started rimming. It got me even more excited. I was thinking about returning the favor and maybe doing oral on her. Last time I had seen her cock it was flaccid and looked relatively small, sort of confirming my belief she was a bottom. Then, she lifted my legs on her shoulders and to my surprise put her weight on me and penetrated me with a beautiful cock that had grown to at least 9 inches. It felt really good and she started fucking me like you only see in movies. I was so excited I was not thinking. Then, it occurred to me she was not wearing a condom and she was inside me. I got scared. I did not know this girl and I certainly did not expect to find myself in the situation I was facing. I tried to stop her by pushing her hips away, but she was in control and her weight was just too much to fight against. I could not say a word. I was feeling so much pleasure I finally stopped fighting and let her have her way. It was wonderful! I have no regrets. Since that day, I made up my mind that once I was intimate with someone, there would be no limits. In my opinion, once you let a dick inside, you belong to that person and should let him do as he pleases. And by the way, I saw this girl again the next time I went to Houston and the second time she did me again bb and it was even better.

Wow, That was incredibly hot! I got rock-fucking-hard reading it and had to stop reading it twice or else I my dick would have exploded cum everywhere without even putting my hand on it. Very nice! I will be revisiting this one often!

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…

I know a poz young man of 27 who preys on barely legal young boys. I met him when I was 25 yo. when he picked me up from a dance club. He thought I was younger due to my Asian looks and tall slim body. We went back to his place and partied and fucked. After he filled my hole 3 times he wanted to take a break but I was still hi and hungry for more fuck. He called his supplier and handed me the money for his dealer and started to prepare his bath. He gave me some more hits and put on porn on his TV before he sank into the tub. As I watched the porn, I realized that it was all his own tapes of him fucking these young twinks. Some of them looked really young and naive but he fucked them really rough and hard. And all RAW. I was so turned on by it. My friend is white and about 5'9" and have a really cute face but he has really big thick mean cock and he loves to fucking dominate me and on TV I was looking at him dominating and using a young twink. The bell rang and when I opened the door, a really hot blatino boy walked in followed by a small sweet looking Asian boy. While we sat and waited for my boy to finish his bath, I found out that the asian boy was 17 and he's never been with another man. He chatted with the blatino dealer online for last few months and finally decided to meet him in person. I don't know if it was the drug or not but I wanted to see this boy being used by my friend and this blatino boy like on TV. So I helped the blatino boy who has been trying to make the asian boy to take a hit from the pipe. Finally the boy gave in and took a hit from the pipe and I urged him to take 4 in a row. This got Asian boy really hi and horny... and hungry for cocks. My friend finally came out of bath and joined the blatino as they both shoved their cocks in his ass and mouth... As they used the asian boy's body for their sexual pleasure, I held the camera and started to record the whole things. By the time I left the friend's house with this asian boy, we were both filled with cum and piss from these two men.

If I spread my legs and give myself to 'my top', I totally expect him to breed me. No pull outs... ever...

I agree, some of the hottest porn I've seen has guys in it that look like you might meet them in your local bar. Decently good looking, but not absolutely perfect paragons. And those guys were often genuinely excited to be in porn and putting forth their best effort. The drawback to vintage porn is the need for a plot, which is usually pretty lame and a waste of time. I definitely prefer porn that gets right down to business. The best porn I've seen that gets both strengths pretty much right is some of Michael McKey's early HDK stuff, like Bareback and Bareback II - Once In A Blue Moon

this happened 2 weeks ago,i was in L.A. i dont remember even where but i ran into a few men that id love to have sex with well i was brought a drink and we sat there talking and drinking when i had to go piss so i went to the restroom while i was there the guys came in and i didnt see it but one had a needle and he stuck it in my neck after that i woke up in a backroom somewhere i was nude and so where all the men there one came over and said lets see how much of a pig u are and with that he shoved his cock in my ass and filled it with piss while another pissed in my mouth and another on me in a way with me so high i kind of liked it so after being filled with piss they took turns fucking me one after the other then i had a used jock stuffed in my mouth it was wet with piss but with me gagged the guys then took a baseball bat a metal one and shoved it in me deep damn what a rush so i was used by every guy that was there fucked pissed on and in then caged till the next day when they used me some more,i just wish i could remember where id been id love it to happen again.